Chapter 190 Young General

Under Murong Qing's sincere eyes, Pei Mo nodded, "Yes."

After he admitted it, Murong Qing carefully observed his face and saw that he did not have those complicated expressions, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

So Murong Qing asked again, "Why? As far as I know, Princess Qinghe has been dead for many years, and many things cannot be verified."

At this time, Pei Mo shook his head and refused to say anything more. He just touched the top of her furry hair and said, "Don't worry about me. I have my own plan. But I don't know where to start now. It's too late. Go to sleep."

"Okay." Murong Qing paused, "If you need anything, you can tell me, just in case I can help."

She couldn't ask for the specific reason, and she didn't intend to get to the bottom of it. She knew clearly that Pei Mo didn't want to involve herself too deeply. If the truth came to light one day, not just a single thing would be affected, but the whole capital would change.

But even so, she and Pei Mo wanted to find out. Whether there were bones under the fog or the past, they wanted to be people who faced reality, not ants living in the hazy. They wanted to see the clearest things.

The sun, not the moon covered in gorgeous gauze, wants to know how violent the rainstorm is, not the brief rainbow after the rain.

Murong Qing fell into a deep sleep under the gentle coaxing of Pei Mo, who left a warm kiss on her forehead. No matter what intrigues there were outside, this place would always be the resting place of his heart.

However, Murong was prepared early in the morning. Before she asked Pei Mo again, she sent a message to Ruyan and Yanru, asking them to pay attention to any news about Princess Qinghe on the road, and to pay more attention to Pei Mo's movements, if there was any relevant news.

Show up and report to her as soon as possible.

It's not that she doesn't trust Pei Mo, but that she is too worried. After opening her heart, she no longer dares to face the desperate and helpless situation in her previous life, so any signs of harming her and Pei Mo will be nipped in the cradle by her immediately.

inside.

Fang Anren rejected a young lady's kindness.

Murong Qing used her slender figure to nimbly get into the second circle of the crowd, and was able to see clearly what the young general Anren looked like.

When she woke up, Murong Qing called Ping'er to wash her up.

After watching it for a while, Murong Qing felt that it was boring and turned around to leave. Only then did he realize that Ping'er was not by his side!

When she sat up, she found that she was the only one left in the room, and there was no trace of Pei Mo. When she touched the bed again, it was already cold around her. It seemed that he had left long ago.

"Thank you, lady, the sachet is unnecessary. I usually don't carry a sachet."

Seeing this Murong Qing, he realized that these little girls were all admirers of the young general, but also, the young general was not bad looking, he was friendly to others, and he was polite when rejecting others. Such a young man was not the right one in the capital.

The most popular husband among ladies?

After a while, she came out again, with an excited smile on her face and said, "Madam, it turns out that the young general Anren who has been fighting abroad is back! The slave took a look from a distance and saw that the young man is very handsome.

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"Really? How about we go out and have a look." Murong Qing suggested.

After breakfast, Murong Qing took a walk around the General's Mansion to eat as usual. When walking along the east wall, he could hear the noisy movement outside the wall in the distance, and from time to time, the laughter of young girls could be heard.

Fang Anren? Such a familiar name, Murong Qing thought, and asked, "How handsome can he be? I'll see how happy you are."

"It's too far away, so I can't see clearly, but I think you're pretty when you look at your figure." Ping'er explained shyly.

The young general's skin tends to be bronze, but there is no fair-faced young man among those who are fighting on the battlefield. He has sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, and smooth facial lines.

At this moment, the young general Anren in the center of the crowd said, "Ladies, please don't hang around here. I have something to do and it's time to leave. Ladies, please disperse."

"Ping'er, where are you?" Murong Qing shouted.

When he came to the street, he didn't see any vendors. Murong Qing was extremely disappointed, "There are no foreign traders, so why are these people busy?"

"Please give me some permission, borrow it, borrow it."

She was a little curious, thinking that she hadn't heard anything lively recently, and it wasn't a festival, so why was it so noisy in broad daylight, so she asked Ping'er, "Where is it outside and why is it so lively?"

The night is long and silent.

The next morning, Murong Qing opened her eyes in a daze and groped with her hands in the warm quilt. After groping for a long time, she still couldn't find Pei Mo. Her sleepiness suddenly disappeared, and she was still a little panicked.

"It's okay, don't we still have you?"

He is about six feet tall, wearing a blue round-necked robe with Ruyi dark patterns, a mutton-fat jade pendant tied around his waist, and black soap boots at his feet. The clothes look so simple, but when worn on him, they are just like

It's like it's natural.

Murong Qing pulled Ping'er and pushed her way into the crowd. Ping'er followed her into the crowd without even having a chance to persuade her.

Ping'er said, "Madam, don't worry. Why don't I go and inquire about it? You can just wait here, my slave."

Ping'er frowned and said, "Madam, why not forget it? There are too many people. What if we bump into each other?"

From a distance, I saw a group of women chattering in a circle. They were so crowded that even if I stood on tiptoe, I couldn't see what they were doing.

Ping'er said, "Beyond the east wall is Donghua Street, which is the second closest street to the city gate. Some foreign traders must have brought some new gadgets that the ladies in the capital have never seen before, so it is particularly lively.

Bar."

Now Murong Qing was excited, and suddenly he wanted to see what this young general looked like, but no matter how handsome he was, he couldn't be more handsome than Pei Mo!

"Let's go take a look."

Oops, she forgot about Ping'er when she squeezed in just now!

But there was so much chattering around that no one heard her cry. Murong Qing panicked and tried to leave against the flow of people.

As she spoke, she slipped through the crowd like a fish.

It is rare for foreign traders to pass by the capital. If you miss it, you may not encounter it next time, so Ping'er and Murong Qing went out from the east gate of the General's Mansion and came to Donghua Street to join in the fun.

The term "people rely on clothes" is probably used the other way around in Fang Anren's case.

If it were white, it might look better, but it's far inferior to Pei Mo. This was Murong Qing's first impression of the young general.

The ladies finally saw him once, and they were reluctant to leave. They all wanted to push forward and put sachets, handkerchiefs and other things into his hands.

This squeeze was so severe that Murong Qing only felt that her feet were leaving the ground for a moment.

"Don't squeeze, don't..."

When she stood firm, she actually stood in front of the crowd, face to face with Fang Anren.
Chapter completed!