Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Mo Li looked at the extra things in the bag dumbfounded.

White soft and sticky cloud cake, fragrant and delicious almond cake, soft and sweet wine glutinous rice cake.

A round, fluffy gerbil sleeps in the middle of three tightly packed paper bags.

"Doctor Mo?" the servant outside called out.

"...Here we come."

The ink carp cautiously reached out, picked up the gerbil and put it in his arms.

This time, Ci Huitang asked Ci Huitang to go to a tailor shop to pick out the clothes, and specifically told him to sew a small pocket on the inner lining of the chest.

In fact, many clothes have such hidden pockets, but some of them are not in the right position, and some are not in the right size.

The ink carp didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

You have to stroke the soft fur of the gerbil before putting it in, so as not to press it.

The gerbil rubbed its head against the ink carp's palm and continued to sleep soundly.

After placing the "mouse in the heart", the ink carp smelled it in the palm of his hand, and it was full of sweetness.

"..."

How many snacks did you eat? !

Su-style pastries are too sweet, and the ink carp is not used to them, but Meng Qi likes them very much.

The gerbil was so sweet that it was like falling into a sugar jar these two days, not only eating it, but also bringing it back.

When I came back in the morning, I secretly stuffed the sugar rice cake with some residual warmth. It was rich in oil and sugar, delicious, and the price was naturally not much cheaper.However, when this kind of pastry was put in front of Qin Lu, Qin Lu would not even touch it, and his apprentices were not allowed to eat more. Tang Xiaotang probably didn't even have the qualifications to see it at the age of changing his teeth, so Mo Li somehow had a feeling that he was behind his teacher's back. The illusion of eating outside.

Of course, the ink carp did steal food.

Mr. Qin is getting old, no matter how good his body is or how good his martial arts are, there are some things that he can't eat too much.

But there are no dim sum shops near Qimao Mountain, not even a decent restaurant. They just eat thick red sauce with thick oil. The poor people can't eat it several times a year.

Mo Li looked down at the gerbil in his arms, and then at the snacks in his bag.

Those three cakes were clearly bought by Meng Qi, they are not too sweet, they are very suitable for the taste of black carp, and they are suitable for eating on the road.

But the ink carp didn't want to eat it. The first thing he saw was the gerbil sleeping in the pastry paper bag.

Soft, fat, like glutinous rice cakes.

It looks delicious.

But now Doctor Mo looked down at this delicious piece of glutinous rice cake with a blank expression, wanting to wake it up and let the glutinous rice cake brush his teeth with green salt.

What if the tooth of the dragon vein is broken and the spiritual energy cannot be replenished?

"Doctor Mo, the carriage has been harnessed, and the driver is waiting outside."

The servants from Cihuitang ran upstairs to help Moli carry the burden.

Mo Li said that he didn't need it, but this time besides the burden, Cihuitang also prepared a rattan box for him, which was only available in the south.

Lightweight, strong, and resistant to beatings, the rattan box is covered with a layer of tarpaulin to prevent rain and moisture.

Apart from the unaccustomed weapons falling on Feihe Mountain, there is nothing missing now.

The carriage was waiting at the gate of Cihui Hall. It was a hired carriage, and it was agreed to be delivered to the next county.It was only after noon, and the two doctors from Cihui Hall saw that there were no patients and came to the door again, thinking that it would be inconvenient to go after dark, so they would help pay for a car for everything.

The hospitality was hard to come by, and Mo Li had no choice but to give up his plan to go out of the city on foot.

Meng Qi didn't know why he turned into a gerbil and waited for him to come back, but it was just right because the carriage was very narrow and could only seat one person.

Because they had to go to Sutou before dark, the people in Cihuitang didn't dare to waste time even though they felt reluctant. They didn't say much goodbye, they just kept telling them where there was a bandit village outside, and it was not peaceful there.

In fact, one can hit a hundred ink carps: "..."

Mo Li wasn't impatient, he listened carefully and wrote it down. He already knew that all the forces in the Jianghu in the south might have something to do with the three kings of Yichu.

The big sects are okay, those gang villages in the green forests are all possible places where soldiers are said to be hidden.

The carriage drove out of the city slowly, Mo Li touched the gerbil through his clothes, and suddenly heard the coachman groan, and slowly stopped the carriage.

Although this place is not in the wilderness, it is relatively remote. The shadows of villages and towns can be seen in the distance, and there are caravans passing by nearby.

"Doctor Mo."

The person outside the car was tough, with gray beard and white hair. He was still energetic yesterday, but he seemed to be much older today, and his eyes were full of fatigue.

"Treasurer Bao." Mo Li opened the curtain and greeted without surprise.

The coachman hired by Cihuitang was obviously from Fengxing Pavilion and Bao Guanyong's confidant.

At this time, the carriage stopped, jumped off the shaft without saying anything, and walked far away to smoke a pipe under the pagoda tree.

Bao Guanyong's face turned blue, he cupped his hands in embarrassment and said, "It's rude to block the way."

"Shopkeeper Bao is serious." Mo Li vaguely felt that something that he didn't know might have happened.

Sure enough, Bao Guanyong said in the next sentence that his apprentice had offended Mr. Meng Guo, and knowing that Doctor Mo was leaving the city, he could only put on an old face and apologize.

"Brother Meng left in the morning, and I don't know where he went." Mo Li frowned, and then opened his eyes to speak nonsense.

The gerbil in his arms suddenly moved, as if waking up.

Could it be an instinctive reaction to hearing the word "Brother Meng"?Mo Li looked at his clothes from the corner of his eye, racking his brains to figure out how to deal with Bao Guanyong.

Bao Guanyong was very disappointed. Although Yuan Ting wanted to hide it from him, he still wanted to hide after being beaten like that. Bao Guanyong was not stupid, so he naturally knew that his apprentice must have said something that should not be said, which angered Meng Qi.

Bao Guanyong also regretted it very much. If he had seen through this early and let go of his thoughts of returning to Chu, he would not have caused his disciples to fall into it today.

"...The old man has the audacity to come here this time. I would like to ask Doctor Mo to help me with a word. I have no way to teach disciples. But there are thousands of mistakes. It is also because I was confused back then. I don't resent that bastard Lu Zhang who only wants to destroy Qi and restore Chu. It's like falling into a magic barrier. When I got old and Lu Zhang died, I suddenly saw many things clearly."

Bao Guanyong's face was full of bitterness, remorse, and embarrassment.

The gerbil in Mo Li's arms stretched out its head, looking at the gray-haired old man with its black eyes.

Compared with Jiang Shang and Yi Yin, who have been poor and poor, one is a fisherman and one is a farming servant, the founding officials of the Chu Dynasty were all lucky at first.

They met the Ming Lord in their best years, who can be called Fenghuyunlong, and their rise and fall are all talking and laughing.However, this luck did not last to the end. Bao Guanyong's first half of his life was smooth sailing. He led his troops to fight against the enemy. However, they were still at the border and could not abandon their duties of guarding the territory. When they seized the officials and exiled them and almost died of illness, they heard the sad news that the Chu Dynasty had fallen and Qi Emperor Lu Zhang had massacred in Taijing.

The Chu Dynasty is gone.

The dynasty that Wei Guogong, Jingyuanhou, General Meng and others put all their efforts into and built in troubled times is gone, and it was taken away by that despicable villain Lu Zhang!

How could Bao Guanyong not hate him?

"I took in eight apprentices, especially the first ones. I taught them the art of war and martial arts. I told them that the Chu Dynasty was orthodox, and that the people of the world could live a good life. I said that one day I would kill Lu Zhang and take revenge... ..." Bao Guanyong's expression was slightly distorted, and he said in pain, "Yuan Ting, and even his brothers are all my fault!"

The ink carp couldn't bear it, the gerbil stuck to his chest and remained motionless.

The real fault of Bao Guanyong is that he did not let Yuan Ting and others know that governing a country is more difficult than founding one.

Governing the country is not a matter of lip service, nor is it a matter of sitting at home and thinking of a few good strategies to make the people live a better life.

Bao Guanyong had only been in the army all his life, and he was impatient with squabbles in the officialdom, and he didn't learn much about the twists and turns in the court.The disciples taught by such a master, even if they are talented and intelligent, have limited vision and thinking, not to mention they have been staying in the Fengxing Pavilion, maybe they can be a county magistrate, because they know people's livelihood very well, and other things, especially the minds of officials Just not enough.

Mo Li didn't know how Yuan Ting offended Meng Qi, judging from the situation this morning, it probably wasn't very good.

He sighed, got out of the car and went to help Bao Guanyong, while persuading him: "King Ning's army should be established, and it cannot be controlled by just a few people. Shopkeeper Bao feels uneasy, so it is better to wait for the movements of Pavilion Master Fengxing. According to me As far as we know, that Pavilion Master Qiu will not approve of a resurgence of troops."

Bao Guanyong also thought of this, he frowned and said: "To tell the truth, Doctor Mo, I am not very optimistic about the Lord of Qiu Pavilion. Although Fengxing Pavilion was almost brought to this day by her, the person who first created it and even quietly protected it behind it was her father. Even if many masters of Fengxing Pavilion admire Qiu Pavilion Lord, but... the world is orderly, and Qiu Pavilion Lord is a child of a man, the chance of winning against the father of the previous life is not great, not to mention that this uprising has the name of restoring Chu. "

Mo Li looked at him steadfastly, and said in a deep voice: "Even a discerning person like Shopkeeper Bao is standing by and watching, isn't it true that Pavilion Master Qiu has no chance of winning?"

Bao Guanyong blushed quickly. He suddenly realized that what Mo Li said was right. If he didn't stand up, other people who had doubts in their hearts would shrink back and pretend to be sick and not intervene. How could Qiu Jing have a chance of winning?

"Thank you, Doctor Mo, for your advice." Bao Guanyong said goodbye with his eyes sparkling.

Before leaving, he also gave a gift, ten taels of silver, two bottles of Yujisan and two snacks, which can be described as very thoughtful.

Bao Guanyong walked very fast, probably to contact other people and prepare to support Qiu Jing.

"Don't worry now?" Mo Li lowered his head and asked the gerbil.

The gerbil jumped up and kissed the ink carp directly.

It's not that I want to kiss there, but the head of a gerbil is only that big.

After kissing, he shrank back.

Ink Carp: "..."

It really is sweet!

The whole soft gerbil is sweet.

The coachman didn't see that the gerbil was taking advantage, he came over in a regular manner, lowered his head and asked Mo Li if he still needed him to drive.

People from the rivers and lakes, especially martial arts masters, sometimes feel that the slow speed of the carriage will delay things, and sometimes they feel that it is not easy to handle multiple strangers. If the ink carp shakes his head, the driver will leave the carriage and go back to the city by himself.

As a result, Mo Li thought for a while, went to the carriage to carry the rattan box and the baggage, and prepared to drive alone, even the carriage was not wanted.

The sooner you arrive in Luling County, the better.

The ink carp floated away with lightness kung fu.

The author has something to say: There is a mouse in his arms, with luggage in his hand, and there are five packs of snacks in the luggage, hi!

Ink Carp: ... Seriously thinking about the dental health of Fat Rat