Chapter 14 The Heart of a Villain

"Where is he now?"

"We came back in a hurry. There were many people entering the city at dawn, so we settled in an inn outside the imperial city first."

Wen Qiong raised her eyes suddenly, "You just entered the city?"

Mo Ya nodded without thinking, "My son has an accident, so I'll come to find you first, madam."

The woman stared at him silently, and he couldn't help but start beating his heart. Seeing her, he just pondered for a while, "Your blood is really scary, come up first."

Mo Ya was afraid that his blood would hit his wife, so he didn't move for a moment, but after hearing Wen Qiong's urging again, he got into the carriage without hesitation.

Ah Shen lifted the curtain and carefully dodged, for fear of accidentally bumping into Mo Ya, who was covered with wounds. The thick bloody smell passed by him, and Ah Shen subconsciously held his breath.

Immediately afterwards, he saw his own girl coming out of the carriage.

"girl?"

Not only Ah Shen, but Mo Ya who had just entered was also stunned, "But did this subordinate get mad at Madam?"

Wen Qiong raised her hand to signal Mo Ya not to come out, "Sit still."

She shifted her gaze, and ordered, "Ah Shen, take Mo Ya back to the Marquis Mansion, and take the manor doctor to find your son."

Mo Ya was completely stunned, "Madam, are you not going?"

"I'm a human being, not a doctor."

The wind whipped up a few strands of smooth black hair, and the light blue hairband in the hair moved slightly with the wind, and the elegant and gentle jade tassels trembled slightly, and there was no trace of it in the woman's beautiful amber eyes.The color of worry.

She looked calm, "He needs a doctor right now, and his own family doctor is the most reliable. It is important to save lives and heal the wounded, so hurry up and go."

The woman turned around, and her skirt drew an elegant arc in the air, "Ayao, let's go."

The carriage turned around and rushed to the Hou's Mansion on the same route, Mo Ya exposed half of his head by the window of the carriage, looking at the green figure who was walking towards the palace leisurely, his eyes showed bitterness.

Shouldn't a normal woman immediately follow the doctor to find her injured husband? Why doesn't Madam care about his son's injury at all?

He rushed back with injuries all over his body enduring the pain, but he never expected that the son of the world had miscalculated.

A Yao glanced at the carriage that was leaving quickly behind her, and said worriedly, "Girl, it's not a trivial matter for my uncle to be injured and unconscious. Are you sure you don't want to go?"

Wen Qiong said calmly, "Think about it carefully, if it is true as what Mo Ya said, the dignified son is injured and knocked to the head, even if he can't say anything, he should go back to the Hou's mansion first. If I'm not here, I will go to the old Hou to make up my mind and report the news.".”

She held the sachet given by the doctor yesterday in her white palm, and lowered her eyes, "But he went straight to look for me as soon as he entered the city, which is really against the law."

If it were Wen Qiong who was still bewildered by the warmth and honey, she would definitely not doubt Mo Ya's words, and would turn her head and follow him.

She is an ordinary woman, how can she compare to Yao Shizi, who is still sitting on the position of minister of Dali Temple at a young age.

But if you suffer, you will gain wisdom.

Having already learned a bloody lesson, Wen Qiong is very clear that trusting Yao Xuanci will not end well.

The old Hou Ye fought on the battlefield in his early years. Although Yao Xuanci was a civil servant, he practiced martial arts since he was a child.Another purpose.

Wen Qiong thought sarcastically, maybe he thought of some way to play with her again.

As the sun sets, the twilight dims.

A green leaf fell from the tree outside the window, was blown by a gust of breeze, turned around and floated into the guest room with the window open, and fell on the sandalwood chessboard.

The sleeves of the crow-green gauze-covered ink robe fell on the black and white chess pieces, and a long finger with well-articulated bones picked up the thin leaf stalk, twisted it lightly on the fingertips, and was quickly crumpled in the palm of the hand.

The pair of phoenix eyes looking out of the window were gloomy, and when he looked back, he called out in a low voice, "Mo Ya."

The door of the guest room was pushed open with a creak, and Mo Ya poked his head nervously. Seeing that the person in front of the window looked calm, he hurried in and bowed respectfully, "Master."

The man's voice was slightly hoarse, with a low voice, "How is she?"

Mo Ya raised his eyes cautiously, and saw the bandage wrapped around the man's forehead hastily dropped again.

Who would have thought that in Madam's heart, the son's injury was not as important as his brother's Xinglin Banquet.

When Dr. Lin was treating the young master's head injury, his extremely stable hands with silver needles were trembling with fright at the cold air emanating from the young master's body.

"I just sent a message saying that my wife is very good, and Doctor Lin's sachet is still effective."

Still a little dizzy, Yao Xuanci gave a casual hum, propped his forehead, and played with the slightly cool and round black chess between his fingers.

Just because he brought her out of Wen's residence earlier, he provoked such annoyance, he didn't care what was more serious.

Once this temper comes up, it is extremely temperamental.

He would have lost his head to believe Xing Yunjing's bad idea.

A dark color flashed across the bottom of the young man's eyes, and he raised his eyelids, "Is there any news from Xing Yunjing?"

When the guy came back to close the case, he was sent to Hankuzhou City to stay.

Mo Ya shook his head, "Master Xing has been arrested for a whole day, it seems that those people still have the strength to struggle."

The afterglow outside the window fell on the small black chess, and the dark and deep phoenix eyes were reflected on the bright chess surface.

The man's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he seemed to have an indifferent divinity, and there was a bit of impatience hidden in his eyes, "When it gets dark, it's even more difficult to trace."

The black chess flipped a few times in his palm, and was thrown back to the board at random. When it fell, it made a crisp sound, rolled twice, and bumped into another white chess.

Yao Xuanci got up, casually patted his slightly wrinkled Yaqing robe, and said in a low voice, "A little adjustment, after half an hour, I will follow the traces of Xing Yunjing."

Maybe it's because the salt-selling case spanned too long, and there was a feeling of being teased by fish while fishing.

He also wanted to see which angler on the shore was in control behind this cunning fish.

"But son, you still have injuries..." Mo Ya was halfway through speaking, and glanced at his forehead, "The doctor said that the blow to your head was not serious, so you need to be careful."

"The case is not closed, and the wounded will not be able to recover well."

What's the use of returning to the mansion when the palace banquet needs to wait until the second watch, he just sits behind the desk reviewing the files.

Mo Ya led the order to retreat.

Outside the window, a petite bird flapped its wings and landed on a branch, tilted its head, and looked into the room with dark eyes.

That handsome man was dressed in a crow green robe, elegant and straight, like a tall and slender green bamboo in a midsummer bamboo forest.

He sat calmly in front of the carved round table, with his eyes downcast, and indifferently wiped the sharp long sword until the soft white cloth was gradually stained with blood.

When Wen Qiong knocked on the door and pushed in, it was such a quiet and beautiful scene like a scroll.

A slender bandage was wrapped around the young man's forehead, like an expensive brocade bandage for wiping his forehead, without compromising his elegant demeanor at all.

The pair of deep phoenix eyes lifted slightly, and when she looked at her, it was like a small stone had been thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Wen Qiong glanced at the bandage on his forehead, and thought that Mo Ya didn't frighten her, this man really hurt his head.

With a villain's heart, she speculated that he had ulterior motives.

For a moment, a little guilt came to my heart.

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