Dandere General and his Lord

Mo Qiaosheng returned from the army led by Wai Huang.

The expedition lasted more than one month,

I haven't seen the lord for a whole month.

As soon as he entered the palace gate, the desire to see that person grew stronger.

He climbed the steps of Chaowu Temple and walked across the wide terrace. He couldn't help getting faster and faster, trotting all the way and turning around the corridor.

At the end of the sun-drenched corridor, a seat with wheels was parked. On the chair sat a man with abundance of spirits. The man was holding a scroll and was talking intently.

The lord held his chair back with one hand, listened attentively, and responded a few words from time to time.

Mo Qiaosheng had to stop.

He adjusted his breathing, and proceeded to make a military salute.

"Qiaosheng, are you back?" Cheng Qianye looked at him and said with a smile.

"Has Zixi's mother picked it up? How is the old lady's situation?"

The lord still cares about Zhou Zixi in this way.

Mo Qiaosheng felt distressed: "Return to the lord, Mrs. Ji is in good health, but she is still unrecognizable. She is now settled in the courtyard where Mr. Zhou lives."

Zhou Zixi donated his hands and saluted with gratitude: "Thank you General Mo, the general for helping the family's kindness, Zixi remembers it in his heart."

Mo Qiaosheng returned a gift.

He saw the lord bend down slightly, and said to the Zhou Zixi with a pleasant face: "It is a blessing that the old lady is safe, and now I can finally rest assured."

After saying this, he personally pushed Zhou Zixi's wheelchair and walked out.

Mo Qiaosheng bowed his head sideways, and the rustling wheels passed by his feet, followed by the lord's robe.

The lord didn't even stop to look at me, Mo Qiaosheng couldn't help but tighten his mouth slightly.

However, at the moment when he passed by, Cheng Qianye suddenly released a hand and grabbed Mo Qiaosheng's palm.

He put it on his back, pinched it tightly, and rubbed it back and forth with his fingers.

Mo Qiaosheng stumbled, and was led behind the lord.

His face couldn't help but turn red.

The guards on both sides looked at the nose and the heart, looking blind.

Before Biyun blushed, he took Zhou Zixi's wheelchair.

"Master, let the slave and maid take Mr. Zhou back." Biyun said.

Cheng Qianye sent Zhou Zixi down the steps towards my hall, and entrusted Bi Yun to say: "Bi Yun, you are more careful, and the old lady's care is left to you. Please arrange carefully and be sure to take care of the old lady. Whenever there is anything lacking, just go directly to Manager Lu, and just say that I ordered it, do you know?"

Biyun pushed Zhou Zixi's wheelchair out of the palace road for a long time before quietly looking back.

It happened to see that above the pavilion, the lord pushed General Mo into the hall.

Oops, the lord didn't remember to close the door, and those outside the door didn't know to help quietly.

...

Outside the city of Bianzhou, there is a huge pasture.

This is a newly set up breeding ground for military horses.

Simatu was appointed by Cheng Qianye to take charge of the breeding and maintenance of the army horse here.

When Mo Qiaosheng found him, he was wearing a mustache, busy watching the stallions imported from the Western Regions.

"Qiaosheng, you came just right." He pulled Mo Qiaosheng's hand, "Come and see how about these horses?"

"This is a rare good horse." Mo Qiaosheng said, "Although it doesn't look very eye-catching, they are actually strong and durable, and can withstand long distances. They are most suitable for military use."

"Yes!" Sima Tuo gave a high-five, "as I thought. I have to breed a batch of them so that the cavalry of our army will not be disadvantaged."

"By the way, what can you do with me?"

Mo Qiaosheng's complexion turned red for a moment.

Simatu took Mo Qiaosheng to the office where he rested on weekdays.

He found two cups, blanched a pot of wine, and filled Moqiao with a cup.

The two touched their glasses, Mo Qiaosheng raised his glasses and drank slowly.

"What do you mean?" Simatu asked while adding wine to him, "Do you want to ask me about my skills to please the lord?"

Mo Qiaosheng held back his shame and nodded.

"But," Sima Tu spread his hands, "I'm not very familiar with Long Yang Tao."

"But... but I don't know who to ask."

"Why do you suddenly remember to ask this? Haven't you ever been in love with the lord...today?"

Mo Qiaosheng's face turned red in an instant. He hesitated several times, and finally decided to say: "I don't know why, Lord, he never really was with me..."

"Why is this?" Simatu asked in surprise, "The Lord obviously likes you so very much, and he doesn't even deliberately conceal his relationship with you."

"Could it be you? You have shown resistance to the love of the bed?"

Mo Qiaosheng said in a depressed mood: "Although I am happy with the lord, I am really not used to this. The lord may be aware of it, so he would rather bear it himself than force me."

Simatu laughed, "So you mind this. If it is me, as long as it is the person I like, no matter who she is, I will not refuse."

He approached Mo Qiaosheng: "The princess has a kind of medicine. I'll ask for a bottle for you. You can drink it yourself, so you won't resist anything."

Mo Qiaosheng's face is red, don't turn his face: "I really ask you for advice. You, don't make fun of it."

"Why am I making fun of this? You are suddenly so anxious, actually because of that Zhou Zixi?" Simatu looked at him.

Mo Qiaosheng was silent.

"I have seen that man. He is handsome, graceful, and full of poems. The most important thing is that his legs are broken and his life experience is pitiful. The lord will inevitably have more compassion for him. You often go out, but he always By the side with the lord, indeed..."

He talked about Zhong Mo Qiaosheng's thoughts, and Mo Qiaosheng only felt a little irritable in his heart.

"In this way, I'll give you a copy of this," Simatu pulled out a silk book from the drawer, he lightly clicked, and said with a smile, "You go back and study by yourself. Be sure to grab the lord's heart, but Don't be robbed of love by others."

Mo Qiaosheng struggled a few times, and finally grabbed the silk book, hid it in his arms, and got up to leave.

...

Cheng Qianye is in Yao Tianxiang’s Women’s School,

The two stood on the pavilion, watching some plainly dressed civilian women entering and leaving the pavilion.

This vast mansion was originally the princess mansion that Cheng Qianye bestowed on Yao Tianxiang in accordance with the original commitment.

However, Yao Tianxiang now lives in the Qifeng Pavilion in her palace and has changed it into the first women's academy in Jin according to his own will.

This women's school is not like the men's school to learn the six arts of gentleman.

In addition to learning some basic cultural knowledge, the focus is on teaching various life skills.

Female professors from Xiufang, tie-dyeing, textile, mulberry farming, and food workshops were invited to give lectures here. For all students, they will learn simple literacy and calculation in the morning. In the afternoon, you can choose the courses you want to learn.

Yishu repairs are also very cheap. If there are poor students, the college can also provide credit repairs.

Therefore, most of the people who come to study are civilian women. They want to acquire a skill to support their family.

"Something, Tianxiang, what do you think?" Cheng Qianye asked while holding on to the railing of the pavilion, looking at the separated classroom of your lord.

"I thought you would set up an academy for aristocratic women to study poetry. But I didn't expect you to set up such a...practical academy"

Yao Tianxiang smiled: "Why should I run an academy for aristocratic women to chant poems and compose right? Provide them a social place?"

"What I hope is to improve the status of our women in life." She stretched out **** and gestured, "Even if only a little bit."

"These women have learned to go home, and some of them can even support the economy of the family, and they will have relatively more voice at home. At least they can have more knowledge and no longer be an accessory to a blind man. My current ability is limited. That’s all I can do."

"You are doing the right thing. Economic status often determines social status." Cheng Qianye patted Yao Tianxiang on the shoulder, "Tianxiang, you are really a keen and knowledgeable woman. It is a pity that you live in this era. if……"

"What if?" Yao Tianxiang asked strangely.

Cheng Qianye said that he was embarrassed.

Yao Tianxiang pushed her shoulders: "It's you, how long are you going to hide Qiaosheng? He is going to Zhengzhou again? You are really cruel."

Cheng Qianye was lost in thought.

"Your Qiaosheng seems to be very concerned about gains and losses recently," Yao Tianxiang attached to his ear canal, "He came to Simatu yesterday..."

When Cheng Qianye returned to the palace, it was already in the evening sun, and palace lanterns were everywhere in the palace.

She sat at the table for a while, always feeling a little uncertain.

So he paced out and circled the corridor halfway, and the side room separated from her bedroom by one wall also lit up with dim candlelight.

Although Qiaosheng lived near him, he had never taken the initiative to find himself at night if he hadn't called him.

Cheng Qianye was curious for a while, and quietly approached the room. Through the gap of the window lattice, she saw Mo Qiaosheng flipping through a book under the lamp.

"Hashimoto?"

Cheng Qianye knocked on the door.

Hearing a panic and crackling noise from the room, it seemed that someone had fallen off the chair.

After a while, Mo Qiaosheng opened the door, his expression flustered, his complexion crimson.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Qianye bit her lip and stretched out her hand. "What are you so nervous about? Show me?"

Mo Qiaosheng dodged his eyes, turned his face, stiffened, and refused to speak.

He rejected the lord's request for the first time.

Cheng Qianye smiled, she knew what it was: "Are you going to a hot spring? Tonight? Just the two of us."

The Moon God Spring in Xishan is surrounded by white mist. In the night when the foxes and worms are singing, it is like a dream.

Mo Qiaosheng soaked his body in the warm spring water. Holding a black ribbon in his hand, he lifted and bound his eyes.

Soon he will set out to fight against the dog. This may be the last chance to be alone with the lord before going to Zhengzhou.

Mo Qiaosheng repeatedly warned himself in his heart: No matter what the lord does, he must show what he likes. This time, I must make the lord happy, and I will never be the same as before.

"Would you like to take off the strap and have a look? Hashio."

A voice sounded by the spring water.

Take the strap?

The lord asked me to take off the belt in front of me.

Mo Qiaosheng hesitated for a moment, raised his hand, and untied the black silk ribbon in front of him.

He slowly turned around.

There was a figure sitting on the bank of the pool made of white marble, the man with long hair, a smile at the corners of his mouth, and his delicate feet sliding gently into the water.

Covered in moonlight, walking towards him like a dream.