Let's follow the king, little master

After leaving the magnificent palace, walking along the east side, the most majestic mansion is the mansion with "Zheng Guogong Mansion".In front of the house, two stone lions sat upright and glared at the front, majesticly examining the people passing by. This courtyard is similar to the houses of most princes and nobles in the Central Plains, but it is even more dignified in Mobei.

No one around is very quiet, the gate of the house is wide open, the flowers and plants in the courtyard are not common in Mobei, but can be seen everywhere in the Central Plains, it seems that the owner likes it very much, and when they wither, they are transported from the Central Plains to plant again. Since then, it has been endless. If you can't see the planting process, you will think that this place is not Mobei after you walk in.

A carriage came from the north and stopped in front of Zheng Guogong's residence. The driver knelt on the ground, followed by Mo Li's Xian Hai, opened the window, stepped on the driver's back and got off the horse.

There was no one passing by the gate of the house, but there were quite a few people guarding the courtyard. Seeing Xian Hai, a man stepped forward respectfully and led Xian Hai to walk inside.

The clothes Mobei wears are mostly mink fur coats in winter, and coarse cloth clothes in summer. Naturally, they are not as delicate as the Central Plains, nor are they as colorful as the Central Plains, but they are just in line with the environment in Mobei. Instead, these people wear Central Plains clothes to show their nobility. The person looks very abrupt.

The owner of the house, Zheng Guozheng, was writing something with a brush in the study, when the door was pushed in, Xian Hai smiled and stepped over the door, and the servants then closed the door and left.

"Master Guo." Na Xianhai walked forward with a smile, he did not salute but his tone revealed coquettish anger.

That Zheng Guogong didn't speak, he slid his wrist up and down on the paper and finished writing, then nodded and looked at it with a smile, and then put down the pen with a smile.

"Just right." Zheng Guogong raised his head and said to Na Xianhai, "I miss you very much today. I wanted someone to find you, but I came before you. I wrote your name in Zhou Wengong's calligraphy." , let someone frame it tomorrow and put it in your room."

"That's naturally good, thanks to the Duke thinking of me." Xian Hai said with a smile.

Zheng Guogong walked up to Xianhai and took his hand, sat on the chair and pulled Xianhai onto his lap. Zheng Guogong was in his 50s. Fortunately, Xianhai was originally weak, and that was when Xianhai sat on it. His face flushed.

"Are you missing me these few days?" Zheng Guogong asked with a smile, rubbing Xian Hai's thigh.

"I'm here this time because of Brother Mo. Brother Mo wants to see the Duke." Xian Hai said as he took Zheng Guogong's hand.

"Oh?" Zheng Guogong snorted coldly when he heard that his face changed, "The old man thought he wanted to save Concubine Yan but didn't expect him to kill Concubine Yan. Doesn't he know that Concubine Yan is the middleman between us and the Hu clan? Don't talk about the Hu family, doesn't he know that the king is now loving Concubine Yan and responding to her in everything, and now that Concubine Yan is killed, it's not so easy to install another one. What exactly is he trying to do? " Zheng Guogong said, the anger in his eyes deepened.

"The Duke of the country should know that Brother Mo is naturally measured in doing things. Although he didn't explain it to me, it seems that it has something to do with the monk from the Central Plains who rescued the prince. I don't know the details. I don’t know, Brother Mo won’t tell me anything, and he won’t discuss with me.” Xian Hai glanced at Zheng Guogong after finishing speaking, then chuckled lightly, and said instead, “Of course, I trust Brother Mo Otherwise, I wouldn't have followed him for so many years."

"Now that the prince has been healed by the monk, could it be that he arranged for the monk?" Zheng Guogong said with a frown.

"I don't know about that, but it's true that I have never seen Brother Mo do this to anyone in the past. The monk came to our place that day, and Brother Mo hurried to meet him when he heard that it was a monk," Xian Hai said. He put his hands around Zheng Guogong's neck.

"There is no reason for the monk from the Central Plains to come to you. He must have been sent by him. But in this case, why doesn't he let me discuss with the old man?" Zheng Guogong said while grabbing Xianhai with both hands, "Is it possible that what are you going to do? Did you intend to hide this matter from the old man?" Zheng Guogong looked at Xianhai viciously after finishing speaking.

Xian Hai was stunned for a moment, his wrist was already red, but the fright was only for a moment, and then he was shy again, and he approached Zheng Guogong and said softly:

"My lord." Na Xianhai was about to cry as he said that, "Even if brother Mo is hiding something, is it possible for me to hide something from my lord? What didn't I tell lord? Tell me, when did I hide anything from you, as long as you say you can tell one thing, you can kill me."

After Na Xianhai finished speaking, he was about to retract his hands and stand up, but Zheng Guogong held on to his small waist and refused to let go, his face changed from anger to a smile.

"Of course I believe you. You have followed me since you were a child, so I can trust you. It's just that since Na Moli came back from the Central Plains, he acted very strangely. I was afraid that he would ruin our big business. But with you, I naturally Don't worry. But why didn't he come to see me?" Zheng Guogong said and kissed Xianhai's face, the face with the beard pressed against Xianhai formed a sharp contrast with Xianhai's smooth face.

"In the palace." Xian Hai replied coquettishly.

"In the palace?" Zheng Guogong stood up quickly when he heard that, Xian Hai was naturally pushed away, and he heard Zheng Guogong turn around and look at him with his hands behind his back, "Why is he in the palace? He never shows his face in public, why is he now But he went to the palace by himself?"

"Why did you get to the palace, Brother Mo naturally has a solution. Brother Mo said that he hoped that you would go to see him before attending today's banquet. He has important matters to discuss with you." Xian Hai replied.

That Zheng Guogong thought for a while, with his hands behind his back facing Xian Hai, who was looking at his name in a daze, Zheng Guogong stepped forward, suddenly laughed, and then said to Mo Li:

"It's wise to think about coming to Mr. Mo."

"Oh?" Xian Hai looked at him, "How do you say that?"

"Since the king became obsessed with Concubine Yan, his body has become weaker and weaker. If this continues, the time will be short. If His Royal Highness remains awake, Mobei will be in chaos. If the Hu tribe takes the opportunity to attack us, everyone will die. Now His Royal Highness Not only is it all over, but our people are the ones who saved them, so things will be easier in the future." The more Zheng Guogong said, the happier he was.

"After listening to Grandpa Guo's explanation, it seems that this is really the case." Xianhai said, "No wonder Xianhai can only do it right away. It's really not the same level as Grandpa Guo and Brother Mo."

"Hey, that's not what I said. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have cooperated with him back then." Zheng Guogong said and hugged Xian Hai.

This Xian Hai was trained by Mo Li since he was a child. Not only is his body soft, but he doesn't have much weight, just like a woman. Therefore, Zheng Guogong, who is around fifty, is more than enough to hold Xian Hai who is sixteen or seventeen.

"If it wasn't for the Duke, I would have starved to death on the street long ago, so the Duke is Xian Hai's lifelong benefactor." Xian Hai smiled and embraced Zheng Guogong.

In the blue sky and daylight, in the quiet big courtyard, the constant sound of copulation has become a habit, and everyone is doing the things at hand, and no one cares.