Stealing Hook [Rebirth]

Mo Yuan had already noticed someone nearby when he bent his bow and set his arrow, but he never expected that this person was Lian Mufeng. At this moment, even Mufeng is chasing after him, so he can't reveal his identity no matter what. Yes, after all, he never planned to get involved with Lianjiabao so early in his life.

Fortunately, in the past three years, in the name of trying to restore martial arts, he has never slackened in practicing kung fu in Xuanwang Mansion, and the kung fu taught to him by his master has always been light and elegant, and the light kung fu is even better. After zigzagging through various forests, he tripped Lian Mufeng for a moment with a simple bamboo maze that had been set up on the mountainside, and finally managed to throw him away.

The carriage was at the foot of the mountain, and Mo Yuan checked his surroundings to make sure that no one was watching, so he quickly lifted the curtain and entered.

Bows and arrows cannot be placed in the open. He lifted the board under the carriage and stuffed them into the dark layer. There was a lot of cotton wool in there, and there were some medicine bottles and cans. Another set of bows and arrows would not be too crowded. It won't make any rattling noise while driving.

He originally planned to ride a horse on the way south, so he specially prepared several sets of tights for this purpose. Unfortunately, these underwear are almost exactly the same, and he can't wear them on the way. All the clothes were stuffed into the dark layer, covered with a board, and then loosely tied in a bun with a ribbon. He took out a long-sleeved gown and was about to put it on when he heard a small sound.

Even Mu Feng was able to catch up so quickly, he was not surprised at all, he was lucky to be able to hide the evidence, but it took some time to put on the clothes, and it might be difficult to tidy them up so as not to arouse suspicion.

After thinking for a while, Mo Yuan made a decisive decision. He picked up the dagger at the side and cut a slit in his neck. He hid the dagger again. He just shook off his clothes and was about to put them on when he heard the curtain being lifted. He turned his head warily to look over.

Lian Mufeng was stunned when he saw the situation inside.

Mo Yuan let out a long breath: "So it's you, I thought..."

"What do you think?" Lian Mufeng's eyes touched his half-covered shoulders, and he felt that the spot was as white as creamy fat, which dazzled the eye. He hurriedly turned his eyes away, and then remembered that he had parked his carriage halfway in the early morning. It was unreasonable to change clothes, so he glanced around the compartment without any trace.

Mo Yuan didn't seem to notice his suspicion, lowered his eyes and frowned: "Just now I met a thief, I thought that person would go and come back."

Lian Mufeng smelled a bloody smell from his nose, and turned his eyes slightly, only to find that there were blood beads rolling on the other side of his neck, and most of his fair neck was covered by the shocking bright red. His foot came in, and he asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Why did you get hurt?" Then thinking of what he said just now, he hurriedly asked, "But that thief did it?"

Mo Yuan nodded: "I was about to treat the wound when you came in."

As soon as I said this, dressing became undressing, and Mo Yuan's wound looked horrifying, and if it was an inch deeper, his life would be gone. Even Mu Feng's doubts disappeared immediately, and he hurriedly rolled up his sleeves Ask: "Is there any wound medicine, I will give you the medicine!"

Mo Yuan pointed to the closet beside him: "There's medicine for sores in there, help me to see, isn't it poisoned?"

Lian Mufeng hurriedly took a closer look, and saw that the oozing blood was bright red, and the wounds were shallow to deep, just like being cut open with a dagger.

Even Mu Feng suspected that Mo Yuan cut it open by himself, but if he did it by himself, he needed to hold the dagger with his left hand, and he had spent a few days with Mo Yuan recently, so he naturally knew that he was right-handed. When you use a knife on yourself, unless you are very ruthless, most people will inevitably withdraw some strength because of the pain. The wound should be from deep to shallow.

"Not poisoned." Even Mu Feng's last bit of doubt was completely dispelled, and he didn't care to pursue the trace of that person. He found the golden sore medicine and began to treat Mo Yuan's wound, "Have you seen that person before?"

"Never."

Lian Mufeng pursed her lips, and there was some anger in her brows: "There is no injustice, no enmity, but such a murderous hand!"

Mo Yuan: "..."

In fact, he just didn't want to stain his clothes, and he was reluctant to use a knife on his face, so he had to cut his neck. Anyway, he has a good grasp of strength, but it's just some flesh wounds.

But the posture that should be put on must be put on. Mo Yuan sighed softly, and said with lingering fear: "It was also my stubbornness. He wanted to take my horse, but I refused to give it up. That's why he did it. Fortunately, he didn't continue to pester me for a long time Leaving quickly, I must be afraid of being caught up by you. By the way, why are you chasing him?"

Lian Mufeng glanced at him, which seemed to have some deep meaning: "I caught him assassinating the crown prince, and I saw his archery skills as if he had learned from Lianjiabao, so I wanted to find out."

Mo Yuan was sure that he would no longer doubt himself at this moment, this glance could never be because of archery, it could only be because of King Xuan.

Sure enough, Lian Mufeng said again: "Do you know about this?"

Mo Yuan showed surprise, shook his head and said, "I don't know about this."

Lian Mufeng didn't ask any more questions, and lowered his head to continue to clean his wound: "No matter who arranged the assassin, there will be no peace in Beijing recently. I'm just worried that if King Xuan ordered it, you wouldn't know it. I'm afraid it might be him. You don't trust it."

Mo Yuan felt warm in his heart, he really didn't expect that even Mu Feng had known him for only a few days in this life, yet he cared so much for him.

He is well aware of Lian Mufeng's temperament. As the grandson of the nine generations of Lianjiabao, he has shouldered the important responsibilities of the family since he was a child, and he has also cultivated the disposition of a proud son of heaven since he was a child. But he is quite arrogant in his bones, and there are very few people who can catch his eyes.

In my previous life, I met him day and night, and the friendship was naturally extraordinary, but in this life, they just happened to meet each other. Why did he care so much about him?

Lian Mufeng handled the wound skillfully, and when he raised his eyes, he bumped into Mo Yuan's bottomless black pupils, and couldn't help being stunned.

Mo Yuan laughed, the deep pools in his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of moonlight, clear and warm: "Thank you."

Even Mu Feng couldn't hear his clean and soft voice like clear water, he just felt his whole body was being scratched by the cat's claws, his bones felt a little itchy, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and subconsciously put on his clothes: "nothing."

After the words fell, I was a little embarrassed and annoyed.

As a guest minister of King Xuan's residence, Mo Yuan naturally has a closer relationship with King Xuan, but he, an outsider, has repeatedly told what is wrong with King Xuan, like sowing discord, which is really unreasonable.What's more, the business with Lianjiabao is Prince Xuan's Mansion, and Mo Yuan is just the person in charge. For this reason, he shouldn't repeatedly criticize King Xuan's actions because of Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan guessed what he was thinking, turned around, put on his belt and tidied up his clothes, and said with a low laugh, "I'm just repaying my favor, it doesn't matter whether I can gain the trust of the prince, Mo Yao appreciates the kindness of the young castle master, and I will accept it in the future." If there is a chance, Mo Yao will repay it."

Lian Mufeng was inexplicably upset: "To repay your kindness, do you live to repay your kindness?"

Mo Yuan looked back at him: "Naturally, isn't that how people live, to repay kindness for kindness and revenge for revenge."

Lian Mufeng: "..."

Mo Yuan laughed: "Just kidding, let's go, your bodyguard may have been waiting for a long time."

Lian Mufeng forced himself to look away from his face: "You are injured, I will drive you, and you don't have a driver, why don't you just ride a horse?"

Originally intended to ride a horse, this carriage naturally has other uses.

Mo Yuan smiled and said: "Bring the carriage so that the sky and the ground won't be covered!"

Lian Mufeng: "..."

Seeing his speechless look, Mo Yuan couldn't help laughing, raised his hand and poked his waist with a smile: "Please drive quickly, Young Castle Master, I brought you some hot food, it should be cold in a while."

Lian Mufeng almost jumped up when he poked him, but his heart was slightly disturbed by this intimate gesture, and he hurriedly coughed lightly: "What's delicious? Let me see first."

Seeing that he was not in a hurry to leave, Mo Yuan opened the big food box in a corner of the carriage, and saw that there were twenty or thirty jars in it. He didn't know how it was sealed, but none of the smell leaked out. He took out one of the jars. A jar opened: "It's not a good thing. It's just wontons on the street. I thought you might have enough to eat in this mountain. I happened to meet a wonton stand on the way here, so I bought some."

Lian Mufeng had just eaten a big piece of pancake, and was choking in panic, so he hurriedly took it and drank a few mouthfuls of soup: "It's so delicious!"

Mo Yuan handed him a pair of chopsticks: "Then you eat first, I prepared some more, it should be enough for you to eat."

Lian Mufeng took the chopsticks, sat in the carriage with the jar in his arms and began to eat big mouthfuls. The food was steaming, and he felt that it was delicious, so he called Mo Yuan: "You eat too!"

Mo Yuan said: "I have eaten."

Lian Mufeng smiled, and ordered another jar after eating, and didn't put down the chopsticks until his stomach was full. He took the handkerchief Mo Yuan handed over with satisfaction and wiped his mouth. Yuan took one thing after another in his hand, and when he ate to his heart's content, Mo Yuan seemed to be watching quietly from the side, and a subtle feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

He watched Mo Yuan put away the jars and chopsticks, and said in a strange way: "Mr. Mo, we are walking all the way, and we always call him a bad name. I'm a year older than you, why don't you call you Brother Mo?"

Mo Yuan is as good as a follower: "Okay, brother Lian."

As soon as the title was changed, the relationship between the two became much closer. Lian Mufeng was called "Brother Lian" softly and softly, and his heart was numb. When he lifted the curtain, he couldn't help but look back and saw that he was looking down With his head down, he casually folded the handkerchief he had just used and stuffed it into his sleeves, and hurriedly withdrew his gaze and went out quickly.

The author has something to say: Mo Yuan: Lost horse?nonexistent.

Young Castle Lord: ...

Mo Yuan: My martial arts are so good, how could I fall off my horse?

Lord of the Young Castle: ………

Chapter 9 [Brother by chance] Brother Mo, this bottle is exactly the same as your bottle of golden sore medicine.

"Dede" The sound of the horse's hooves was very clear in the early morning mountains. Even the bodyguards guarding the hut heard it, and hurriedly stood up to watch.

Pei Yuan muttered: "This should be Mr. Mo Yao's carriage, but Mr. Mo Yao is here, why hasn't our boss come back?" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lian Mufeng sitting on the carriage in front of him, and shouted Said, "Boss is back! Everyone pack up and get ready to go!"

When the carriage approached, Lian Mufeng pulled the reins, jumped down after it came to a complete stop, turned around and stretched out his hand to Mo Yuan who came out from the curtain.

Mo Yuan paused, and said with a smile: "It's not my legs that hurt me."

Lian Mufeng was inexplicably embarrassed, and was about to take back his hand, but his palm felt cold. Unexpectedly, Mo Yuan said it, but he still put his hand over. He subconsciously clenched that hand, collected himself, and frowned again: "It's cold in the morning in the mountains, you wear less clothes."

Mo Yuan smiled: "I'm born with a cold body."

The two seemed to be quite close, and the bodyguards on the side were a little surprised, thinking that although Mr. Mo Yao was indeed easy to be liked by others, he was sent by King Xuan after all. There are people talking and laughing happily, but it's never been so close and familiar, and it's the first time now.

However, it is common for men to shake hands and borrow strength, and this subtlety did not attract their attention, but the fragrance wafting from the jars that had passed by in the carriage attracted most of their attention and seduced them. One by one stretched their necks to look.

Mo Yuan smiled and asked them: "Have you ever had breakfast? I brought some wontons, and they are still hot. Do you want some?"

"Yes, yes!" The men immediately geared up in high spirits.

Lian Mufeng turned around and raised his hand at them: "Go and move it yourself."

"Oh—thank you Mr. Mo Yao for your kindness! Oh—it's so fragrant!" The men rushed to the carriage unceremoniously, and the person who got the jar first opened the lid impatiently, and the strong fragrance seduced the people behind. , the scene suddenly became lively.

Lian Mufeng untied the hare at his waist, and scolded with a smile: "Have I treated you badly? A group of people who have never seen the world!"

A big bearded man gulped down a few gulps of soup, wiped his mouth and said, "This Chang'an City is really a good place, even wontons are so fucking delicious!"

Immediately someone nearby responded: "Yes, yes! Maybe the kilns in Chang'an City are more attractive than those in other places!"

These words immediately elicited bursts of laughter.

Lian Mufeng's heart tightened, and he glanced at Mo Yuan, vaguely worried that he thought his subordinates were rude.

However, Mo Yuan didn't notice that he was familiar with these people in his previous life, and he brought some hot food here with the intention of buying people's hearts and making a good relationship, but it was more because he couldn't bear to let these people eat dry food and go on the road , Seeing them eating happily at this time, I couldn't help laughing along with it.

He said: "Then why don't you ask the young castle master for a good job in Chang'an City? You will have to live in Chang'an City for a while before you can taste the beauty of Chang'an City!"

Immediately someone responded: "Sir Mo Yao, please tell me, what are the advantages?"

Mo Yuan smiled and sat down beside them.

Lian Mu Feng secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and his eyes were unconsciously stained with a smile.

Someone noticed the injury on Mo Yuan's neck, and immediately surrounded him and asked about it. Mo Yuan waved his hand and wrote lightly, "It's okay, I accidentally got scratched by a branch."

The crowd stopped asking any more questions, and ate happily with their jars in their arms. They were obviously full, but they stuffed a lot of wontons into their stomachs in a daze. While scrubbing the jars and chopsticks.

Mo Yuan stopped them and said: "It's important to hurry, just put the jar in the car, save it for drinking on the way, and then ask the shop assistant to help wash it."

The guys in the store are naturally cleaner than they are at the wild stream. There are so many jars that require a lot of wine, so it is reasonable to ask someone to help them wash them. They all screamed with excitement.

After eating and drinking enough, we finally set out on the road. At this time, the sun was already bright, and the woods were gradually heating up. The birds stopped singing for a while, and the cicadas began to make hoarse noises. Going around the mountain road, he soon got on the flat and wide official road, and his speed gradually picked up.

Not long after walking, there was the sound of horseshoes in front of him. Even Mu Feng took a closer look, and saw a person swaying over on a horse. The leisurely appearance was not like hurrying, but rather admiring the scenery. He was actually an acquaintance, he immediately raised his hand to suspend the team, cupped his fists far away, and said with a loud smile: "Master Yun!"

Mo Yuan paused while holding the whip, turned around with his head buried, opened the curtain and quickly got into the carriage.

Lian Mufeng was about to introduce him, but when he turned around, he saw only the shaking curtain: "..."

"Lord Lian Shaobao, it's been a long time!" On the opposite horse, Queshan smiled and bowed his hands in return. He didn't notice the carriage behind Lian Mufeng until the horse was urged. A scent made me shrug my nose and asked curiously, "Young Castle Master, what delicious food did you bring?"

Lian Mufeng thought that Mo Yuan wanted to hide his identity and didn't want to see anyone, so he planned to cover for him, and said with a smile: "There are some wontons in the car, if you want to eat, I'll bring them for you." Then he raised his leg jump off the horse.

Queshan pointed to the carriage and asked, "Are there any female relatives here?"

Lian Mufeng quickly denied, "No."

"Hey, since that's the case, I'll go get it myself, and don't bother the young castle master." Queshan flew up from the horse's back and landed on the carriage in the blink of an eye. Then he opened the curtain and was about to get in. Suddenly stopped.

Lian Mufeng: "..."

In the carriage, Mo Yuan raised his head helplessly, met Shang Queshan's surprised gaze, bent his eyes and showed a rather friendly smile, but his words were a little alienated and curious: "This young master is...?"

Queshan quickly came back to his senses, squinted his eyes and stretched out his finger to point at him vaguely, and quickly recovered his expression: "I'm sorry, Queshan, the disciple of Liuyun Medical Valley, didn't know there was someone in this car just now, so please excuse me if I bother you." Forgive me!"

"Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Yun, who is well-known all over the world. I'm Mo Yao. Nice to meet you!" Mo Yuan took out a jar and handed it to him, "here are the wontons, please, Mr. Yun!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Queshan reached out to take it, then took the chopsticks he handed over, and said with a smile, "Thank you... Mr. Mo!"

Lian Mufeng, who was watching them talking and laughing freely, felt sour in his heart. He paused for a moment on the hand that took the chopsticks from Queshan, then cleared his throat and said, "Why did Mr. Yun come to the capital suddenly? I heard the rumors in the city that there is a genius doctor coming to Beijing, so I guessed that it was someone from the Valley of Medicine, and I was right."

"It's nothing to do, just take a look. If there is a suitable shop, we will open a branch." Queshan sat on the shaft of the car and ate it casually, "Well...why is this wonton so delicious? Which shop made it ? I have to go and see later!"

Just as Mo Yuan was about to speak, Lian Mufeng said with a smile: "Why do you need to come here in person for this step? Just send a capable shopkeeper or a buddy."

Queshan chopsticks paused, raised his head and laughed, and at the same time glanced at Mo Yuan indistinctly: "You don't know, the opening of the branch library is secondary to my trip, and the main reason is to find my second junior brother. We If the disciples of Liuyun Medical Valley want to become a teacher, they have to go out and practice for a few years. After the experience is almost complete, they will open a branch library. After making a profit, they can come back and become a teacher. My second junior brother has been out for three years, and he has not If there is no movement, it is too embarrassing for the master, I have to come and give him some advice."

Mo Yuan watched him talk nonsense while eating with a blank expression.

Lian Mufeng was surprised and said: "Mr. Liuyun is cold-tempered and doesn't do ordinary things. I never thought that he would judge his disciples by opening a medical clinic? This is really unique! I remember that Mr. Yun's name is Mo Yuan? So he hasn't been here for three years?" Yigu, it's no wonder that every time you come to Lianjiabao with Mr. Liuyun, it's either you or your third junior brother, I still think that Mr. Yun is withdrawn and doesn't like to see people."

Queshan almost pissed off, shook his head and smiled: "Not withdrawn, he has a good temper."

Even Mu Feng nodded, and saw that Mo Yuan was thinking about something with his eyes downcast, as if he didn't intend to talk to Que Shan, so he also stopped talking.

Not long after, the wontons were eaten up, including the soup and water. Queshan wiped his mouth contentedly, and handed the jar to Mo Yuan: "Thank you, Mr. Mo, for your hospitality! I will definitely thank you in the future!"

Mo Yuan reached out to take it, smiled and said nothing.

Queshan winked at him, exited the car and returned to the horse, and now he became more polite: "You still have to hurry? I won't delay you, just leave now!"

Lian Mufeng smiled and cupped his fists: "Don't pass!"

Queshan kicked the horse's belly lightly, and continued to walk leisurely towards the gate of the city. When passing by the carriage, he raised his voice: "Young castle master, if you happen to meet my second junior brother one day, please give me a message." .”

Lian Mufeng turned to look at him: "What are you talking about?"

"Just say, come back as soon as you open the clinic. If you can't open it for a while, or encounter any problems that you can't solve, you can write to the senior brother. The division is not just for fun!"

I said this intentionally to Mo Yuan, it means what to do when you come back quickly after taking revenge, if this cannot be done for a while, or if you encounter any troubles, don't forget to write a letter to the senior brother, the master will not Stand by.

Mo Yuan naturally heard the deep meaning in the words, and was a little stunned for a while.

Not long after he escaped from Gucheng, he was found by the Eagle Guards. Ma Qi took him to escape under the knife. Both of them were seriously injured. Ma Qi had a foundation in martial arts and could barely support him. He was only seven years old at that time. , had passed out completely, almost lost his breath, and when he was desperate, he was rescued by the passing master and senior brother, so he narrowly escaped death.

In his previous life, he did not learn from a teacher, but he thanked his master for saving his life, and then devoted himself to Lianjiabao. Unfortunately, he had no chance to repay this kindness until he died. In this life, he was reborn at the age of seven, and when he opened his eyes, he was rescued by his master. When he woke up, he took the initiative to worship under his master, and then lived in seclusion in the Valley of Medicine, where he stayed for more than ten years.

At that time, his portrait was plastered all over the country. It is impossible for the master and senior brothers to not know his identity, but he never took the initiative to mention it. The master has always had an attitude of not caring about anything, so naturally he would not ask about it. Half-hidden for many years, each other is tacit understanding.

Three years ago, when he bid farewell to his master, the master didn't ask any questions, but only said one sentence: "If you have any questions, please contact your senior brother."

He has been with the master for so many years, and he knows that although the master is cold-tempered, he is very defensive. If he speaks, he and his senior brother will definitely help each other. , presumably because the deeds of "The Hook Thief" spread to the Medical Valley, the master guessed that he had started to move, so he asked the senior brother to come and have a look.

Just as he was engrossed in his thoughts, the car curtain was lifted, Lian Mufeng poked his head in, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

Mo Yuan looked up at him: "Huh?"

Lian Mufeng smiled and said: "It's time to leave. I didn't hear you after calling you a few times, but the wound is uncomfortable? Do you want me to drive the horse for you?"

Mo Yuan came back to his senses, and hurriedly got up and came out: "It's okay, I'll do it myself."

At this time, there was another sound of horseshoes, and the two turned their heads in surprise. It was Queshan who had left and returned.

"Mr. Mo has a wound on his neck. This medicine is my unique secret recipe of Yigu. It works very quickly and never leaves a scar. I usually keep it for my own use and I don't want to sell it. You and I met by fate, so I will give this medicine to you." As Shan said, he raised his hand and tossed a porcelain vase over.

Lian Mufeng was worried that Mo Yuan would not be able to catch it, so he took it for him, looked at it in surprise and said, "Brother Mo Xian, this bottle is exactly the same as your golden sore medicine bottle."

Mo Yuan glanced at Queshan calmly: "It's true."

Queshan smiled narrowly, turned the horse's head and galloped away without explaining.

The author has something to say: Lord Shaobao: Do ​​you have a JQ with Yun Da? 【Vinegar face.jpg】

Mo Yuan: No, he is too full to look for trouble.

Yunda: Achoo!