amaotonovel Chapter 297: Careless
Chapter 297: Careless
"His Majesty."
The gatekeepers of the villa bowed respectfully the moment they saw Mo Ling. After what happened yesterday, they were able to recognize Mo Ling and would no longer have anyone stop him outside the door like they did yesterday.
Mo Ling stopped and glanced at the doorman. This man didn't look like an ordinary servant. He was strong and had calluses on his hands. He should be a soldier who retired from the battlefield.
"No need to be polite, do you know where Qingqing and Mingqing are?"
The doorman lowered his eyelids and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, Master Mingqing has gone out."
"go out?"
Mo Ling's eyes darkened a little: "Where did he go?"
The doorman lowered his head and said uncertainly, "I don't know. The young master didn't tell me before he left."
"When did he go out?" Mo Ling's eyes were filled with anger, but he suppressed it.
The doorman thought for a while and said anxiously, "Probably around the end of the morning hour."
Mo Ling lowered his eyes. An hour had already passed. Where could Qingqing have gone? Mo Ling immediately summoned the secret guards to search for Qingqing's whereabouts, while entering the other courtyard to look for Mingqing's whereabouts.
An hour later, the people sent by Mo Ling had searched the villa and the surrounding area thoroughly, but found no trace of Ming Qing.
Mo Ling's face was as gloomy as a day when a rainstorm was about to occur. No one dared to breathe, as if they were shrouded in the gloomy low pressure on the eve of a storm.
Mo Ling looked at the people in the yard. Most of them were gray-haired old people with dark complexions, cloudy eyes, and calloused hands. They lowered their heads anxiously, not knowing why he was so angry.
He really wanted to take them back to interrogate Qing Qing's whereabouts, but these people had made contributions to Dai Yue. The Imperial Master had specifically warned him before leaving, and he had promised the Imperial Master that he would not make things difficult for them. Mo Ling did nothing in the end. He came with his men in a grand manner, and left with his men in a grand manner.
Therefore, he did not notice that after he left, the panic on those people's faces disappeared, and each of them was radiant and happier than if they had received a reward.
They all felt that this Majesty was not worthy of their Marshal, and they were inexplicably happy when they saw Mo Ling leave angrily.
When His Majesty's people came to them to ask about the marshal's news, they were like monkeys, deliberately pointing them in random directions. They were so amused to see them running around like headless flies.
Mo Ling galloped on his horse all the way, with the sound of wind whistling in his ears. He didn't know how long he had been running. When he came to his senses, he had arrived at a desolate place. There was no grass around, and crows could be heard screaming from time to time.
How could he forget that although Qingqing's martial arts may not be comparable to that of the Grand Tutor, it is also very outstanding and ordinary people cannot stop him at all.
His secret guards might be able to find Qingqing, but it was impossible for them to surround the entire villa. The Royal Guards had enough people, but the gap between them and Qingqing was too big. Even if Qingqing left, they would not be able to find her.
He was careless after all. The next time he saw Qingqing, he would bring her back to the palace no matter what. The palace was heavily guarded, so even if Qingqing wanted to escape, it would not be that easy.
Mo Ling looked into the distance. The hills over there were lush and green with flowers in full bloom, but the mountain under his feet was barren.
The capital city has been very busy recently. As spring is approaching, candidates in student uniforms can be seen everywhere on the streets, walking in groups of three or five or alone. Business is booming in all inns, and jars of Zhuangyuan red wine are sold one after another.
"Get lost! Why stay in an inn if you have no money?" The waiter with a fierce face drove out a ragged scholar.
Feng Jiuqing glanced at the waiter, raised his eyebrows and helped him up: "Brother, are you okay?"
The man was thin and looked malnourished, with bruises on his eyes from staying up late to study. He smiled weakly at Feng Jiuqing and said, "Thank you, brother."
Feng Jiuqing smiled back: "Brother, are you also here to take part in the Spring Festival?"
The man opened his eyes slightly, looked at Feng Jiuqing and smiled sincerely: "Yes, I am Wen Cangtian, a scholar from Qiyang, may I know who you are, brother?"
Feng Jiuqing chuckled: "What a coincidence, I am also a candidate from Qiyang, Shen Qing."
"So we are from the same hometown, what a fate. But why didn't I see you at the Luming Feast last year?"
Feng Jiuqing's smile was a little bitter, and he sighed: "I didn't pass the imperial examination last year, so it's normal that Brother Wen hasn't seen me."
Wen Cangtian understood the meaning of Feng Jiuqing's words and said quickly: "I think Brother Shen has passed the imperial examination at a young age, and he will definitely have great potential in the future."
"Then I'll borrow Brother Wen's good words. Brother Wen is a candidate from Qiyang. Have you ever paid a visit to Prime Minister Lu while you were here?"
Wen Cang shook his head: "How dare I enter the Prime Minister's Mansion without passing the imperial examination? Besides, we take the imperial examination not to form cliques, but to help the people."
What a great ambition! Feng Jiuqing blinked. He didn't even dare to say that he could help the people, but the young scholar dared to say that he was an ambitious person. He just didn't know if what he said was consistent with what he did.
Feng Jiuqing bowed and said, "Brother Wen's ambition is admirable. Brother Wen and I hit it off right away. Today, Hongyan Restaurant is hosting a poetry party. Brother Wen, why don't you go with me?"
"Good! Please lead the way, Brother Shen." Wen Cang returned the greeting to Feng Jiuqing.
As Feng Jiuqing and Wen Cangtian approached Hongyan Restaurant, a curse got stuck in his throat but he swallowed it back in a daze.
Why is that bastard Mo Ling here?
Luckily, he changed his appearance. Although the change was not too drastic, he should be unrecognizable, right?
"Brother Shen, what's wrong with you?" Wen Cangtian asked softly.
Feng Jiuqing forced a smile: "It's okay, I just remembered something, it's not important."
Until the end of the poetry gathering, Feng Jiuqing could still feel Mo Ling's ambiguous gaze, but he couldn't leave. If he left halfway, it would inevitably arouse Mo Ling's suspicion. Therefore, he could only stay at the poetry gathering, and was even pulled by the enthusiastic Wen Juzi to write two mediocre poems.
However, this scholar had good results in the poetry meeting and won the second place. Feng Jiuqing then knew that this scholar was actually the top scholar in Qiyang and had some real talent. But he didn't know why such a scholar could do so badly and be kicked out of the inn.
It was already dark when the poetry gathering ended. Wen Cangtian also came back to his senses from the excitement of the poetry gathering, with a somewhat difficult look on his face.
He had no relatives or friends in the capital, and he had no money on him. Money can make a hero fall, and he didn't even have a place to stay tonight.