I failed again

Mo Hanqi noticed Song Shujing's sudden change in mood and felt a little strange. Why did he suddenly become so depressed?

Mo Hanqi carefully recalled the conversation between the two just now, and there was nothing wrong. So what was the reason that made Song Shujing suddenly depressed?

Mo Hanqi guessed in his heart, could it be that he was in a bad mood because he was afraid of the bitterness and didn't want to take medicine for a long time?

While Mo Hanqi was thinking, he suddenly heard Song Shujing ask, "What is your name, sir?"

Mo Hanqi collected his thoughts and replied, "Mo, Mo Hanqi."

Song Shujing's eyes flashed with surprise. Mo? Guo's surname?

The person in front of me is actually a member of the royal family?

But he remembered that among the dozen or so princes in the palace, there was not one named Mo Hanqi.

Could it be the pseudonym of some prince?

But don't people usually change their surnames when they use an alias? Wouldn't it be easy for people to find out if they just changed their name? What's the difference between that and not changing it?

Moreover, although he was not familiar with those princes, he had basically seen them all, and none of them was like Chang Mo Hanqi.

It's probably a branch of the royal family.

Song Shujing remembered again the way the doctor addressed Mo Hanqi just now, "Master?"

He didn't know much about the affairs of the martial arts world, nor did he know which sect's leader had the surname Mo, so he couldn't tell who this person was.

Song Shujing simply stopped thinking about it. He might as well make the best of it. He saw that the person in front of him was quite interested in him, otherwise he wouldn't have treated his body.

As long as I am cautious, do what he asks me to do honestly, and don't do anything out of line, he shouldn't do anything to me, at least my life won't be in danger.

Song Shujing felt relieved. He looked at Mo Hanqi, and his smile unconsciously showed a hint of relief. "Mr. Mo, can you give me a book? I can't sleep, so I want to read to kill time."

Mo Hanqi looked at Song Shujing's smile, his eyes twinkled, and said, "Sure, whatever book you want to read, I'll have someone send it to you."

"The Four Books and Five Classics or any other book will do." Song Shujing said, "Thank you, Mr. Mo."

"No need." Mo Hanqi said, "But I still suggest that you save your energy."

Seeing the doubt in Song Shujing's eyes, Mo Hanqi continued, "We are leaving Lun City tomorrow. The journey will be tiring, and I'm afraid your body won't be able to handle it."

He had originally planned to leave after finding Song Shujing, but unfortunately something unexpected happened and he slept with Song Shujing. Well, it wasn't such a pity.

Anyway, given Song Shujing's current physical condition, he can't set off today, so he can only postpone the trip for one day.

"Okay." Song Shujing said, "Thank you, Mr. Mo, for reminding me. I will get some rest."

The topic ended here, and the two of them just sat there in silence, looking at each other without saying a word.

Mo Hanqi didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He was not a talkative person and he was only focused on looking at Song Shujing. He didn't think there was anything wrong with the silence.

Song Shujing just felt uncomfortable, especially when the other person's eyes were always on him and never left.

His hands gently grasped the quilt. He was not familiar with this person and didn't know what to say.

Song Shujing could only lower his head and force himself to ignore the gaze that had a strong presence.

Mo Hanqi blinked gently. He found that Song Shujing suddenly became nervous and held the quilt tightly with his hands. He was a little curious about what Song Shujing was nervous about.

Mo Hanqi reached out and held Song Shujing's hand, and found that his palm was slightly sweaty. He asked curiously, "Why are you sweating again? Is it too hot? Or is there something wrong with your body?"

Song Shujing quickly shook his head and said, "No, it's not. Mr. Mo, don't worry, I don't feel uncomfortable."

Fortunately, Ye Yu came to rescue him at this time, "Sir, Bai Ying brought people to deliver clothes."

After Mo Hanqi confirmed that Song Shujing was okay, he said, "Let them in."

Ye Yu took the order and went down, and soon walked in with a group of maids.

The woman in the lead was wearing a pink pomegranate skirt. As she walked, the hem of her skirt swayed like a blooming pomegranate flower.

The woman had a pretty face. After she bowed to Mo Hanqi, she said, "Sir, I have brought some clothes to my husband... Young Master Song."

Bai Ying looked at Song Shujing. After providing clothes to her future wife for so long, she finally let her see the real person.

Oh my, she is so beautiful, it's a pity that she was favored by her master.

Her master has such good taste and is very good at choosing.

"Put it on the table." Mo Hanqi saw Bai Ying's eyes looking at Song Shujing, frowned, and said, "You go down first."

"Yes, sir." Bai Ying asked the maid to put the tray of clothes in her hand on the table, then stepped back.

She was complaining in her heart, didn't she just glance at Mr. Song a few times? Was it necessary to kick her out like this?

After Bai Ying and others left, Song Shujing looked at the clothes placed on the table, feeling a little worried whether they would fit him.

Normally, shouldn't you measure your own size before making clothes?

Now that the clothes were delivered directly to him, Song Shujing was really worried that they would be too big or too small when he put them on.

While Song Shujing was worried, Mo Hanqi stood up and took a set of robes and put them on him.

After Mo Hanqi finished dressing him, he took a step back and looked at Song Shujing's outfit with satisfaction.

He was wearing a blue silk brocade robe with peony pattern, a wide belt with auspicious cloud pattern in the same color, and a layer of snow-white gauze on the outside. Song Shujing, who was originally gentle and introverted, looked as natural and elegant as white jade.

Mo Hanqi raised the corners of his lips in a good mood.

Song Shujing was surprised that the robe fit him perfectly and was not too big or too small as he had worried.

Song Shujing looked at his sleeves in amazement, and suddenly found that the fabric of the robe and the embroidery craftsmanship on it were extremely familiar.

Song Shujing suddenly thought of the clothes he had worn in the Marquis' Mansion before.

The fabrics and embroidery techniques of those clothes are almost exactly the same as the ones in front of me.

The only difference is that the clothes he wore in the Marquis' Mansion were relatively simple, not as gorgeous as the one he is wearing now.

Song Shujing thought of the older boy as the clothes that Anfu and the others had bought for him when they went outside to help him sell embroidery.

He was wondering at the time how he could buy clothes made of such good fabric with the few taels of silver he earned from his embroidery.

But after asking Anfu and the others several times, they were always fooled, so he stopped asking.

After all, he just had to make sure that Anfu and the others wouldn't pose a threat to his life. As for the rest, he couldn't control anything else.

Because Anfu and the others' origins were too strange, it was as if someone had sent them to him on purpose.

He was wary of them at first, but later he found that Anfu and the others had never done anything against him. In fact, because of their arrival, his life in the marquis' mansion became better.

He no longer cared about the purpose of the people behind the scenes in sending Anfu and the others here. After all, no matter how you look at it, his life has become better because of Anfu and the others' arrival, so he has made a profit anyway.

As for whether the person behind the scenes has any intentions, he is too lazy to care, and he can't care. Anyway, when the time comes and the other party needs him, he will know it anyway.

That's why Song Shujing slowly accepted Anfu and Anyuan.

But now, he discovered that Anfu and the other two seemed to have some relationship with Mo Hanqi.

Song Shujing looked at Mo Hanqi with doubtful eyes. Could Anfu and Anyuan be his people? Or was it just a coincidence and he was overthinking?

When Song Shujing's sight came into view, Mo Hanqi asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Shujing shook his head and said, "Nothing, I just missed my two servants."

The two of them fought desperately to buy him time to escape, but unfortunately, he failed to run away and was caught.

"You will see them when you return to the Marquis' Mansion." Mo Hanqi pretended to know nothing.

"I can't see them anymore. They are gone." Song Shujing's tone was full of sadness, and at the same time he was a little confused. Did he guess wrong? Anfu and the others were not Mo Hanqi's people?

After all, if that was the case, Mo Hanqi couldn't have been unaware that Anfu and the others died to protect him, and he would never have said such a thing.

"My condolences." Mo Hanqi consoled him, "I'll arrange for someone to help build a tomb for them so you can go and pay your respects. How about that?"

"Thank you, Mr. Mo." Song Shujing said.

"You don't have to be so polite." Mo Hanqi said, "They are loyal to their master, this is the treatment they deserve."