Author: Sigui Beihong

At night, the lanterns of Bianjing City are lit up, and various snacks are spread out along both sides of the Bian River. The lights are connected to each other, like a long fire dragon.

Huan'er was walking on the bustling Ma Street, as lost as a drunken person. She was stumbling along the way, and pedestrians hurriedly avoided her when they saw her.

"Girl! Girl, where are you?" she muttered from time to time. Suddenly she grabbed a pedestrian's shoulder and shook her desperately: "You can see my girl!"

The man jerked away, pushed her away, and cursed: "Where did you come from? You're talking crazy!"

Huan'er didn't care about the surprised and wary looks of passers-by, and still walked towards the bright lights. She passed by Sun Yangzheng Store, Granny Cao Meat Pie Shop, and lingered for a while in front of the gate of Tangbao Yulou.

She didn't know how long she had walked, when she suddenly heard a call in front of her: "Huan'er!" She was frightened and hurriedly shouted: "It's a girl!" When she looked up, her already warm heart suddenly fell into a deep depression.

The person who called her was Du Juan, who was in charge of the Mo family's counting house.

Dujuan frowned, stamped her foot heavily, and hurried over to greet her. She took Huan'er's hand and asked with concern: "Where did you take the eldest girl? Dalang came home to have a look.

I don’t see anyone looking angry.”

At this point, she realized something was wrong. Huan'er's hairpins were scattered and she was in a daze. She looked around her again but there was no sign of Mo Yunxiao. She felt bad and asked anxiously: "Where is the big girl?"

"Sister Dujuan." Huan'er raised her head and looked at her, and suddenly started crying. She threw herself into her arms and said while crying: "It's me...it's me who lost the eldest girl.

!”

"Ah?" Hearing this, Du Juan's feet became weak and she staggered.

Her heart started to panic immediately, but Huan'er was crying sadly in her arms, so she couldn't blame her, so she could only stroke her back and comfort her: "Don't worry, what's going on? You

Tell me in detail."

"I...I..." Huan'er stopped talking, her tears soaked Du Juan's clothes. She raised her head, pushed Du Juan away slightly, and said, "I'm going to make it clear to Dalang. The big deal...

…The worst case scenario is that I risk my own life!”

Du Juan felt even more frightened and was about to persuade her again, but Huan'er pushed her away without waiting for her to say anything, strode up the steps and rushed into the teahouse.

"Huan'er!" Du Juan hurriedly followed her, but at this time, the lobby on the first floor of Minglou was already crowded with tea drinkers, so he couldn't make any noise, so he had to chase after her and stopped calling her. But Huan'er ran faster.

.She avoided the tea boy and went straight to the back hall.

At this time, Mo Chenglin was sitting at the top of the middle hall. Behind him were two glass lamps, which were burning with blazing lights, and his thin and angular face was reflected in a fiery red.

Seated next were Zhang Yun'er and Li Xian'e. Their daughters, Mo Yunxiang and Mo Yunxi, stood respectfully behind their mother, with their heads slightly lowered and not daring to speak.

Zhang Yun'er picked up the tea bowl and took a sip first, then raised her voice and said: "Dalang, you are not at home these days, and many things happened in a turbulent way. The dew on the lotus fell into the water, and the first died and lived. Later, the Fanlou Song family broke off the engagement.

He apologized for the incident, and He Lu never came back once he left. Alas, it’s like a swing, it’s good and bad sometimes, it’s really frustrating.”

With a "bang" sound, Mo Chenglin slammed the tea bowl in his hand on the table and said sternly: "As a concubine, if you don't take good care of your children, how can you have the nerve to talk here!"

Zhang Yun'er was shocked when she heard this. She looked at Mo Chenglin with an expression of disbelief and said in a trembling voice: "What do you call this, Dalang? Concubine... How dare I say it? In this family, a concubine who talks nicely is a concubine.

To put it bluntly, she is just a maid for people's entertainment, and He Lu has been arrogant and indulgent since she was a child, so I can't control her!"

Mo Chenglin's expression changed, and he pointed at her and said, "What do you mean by that! You don't care about your family. If you have no fault, how can you still talk about merit?"

Zhang Yun'er stood up and replied in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Of course there are concubines who have faults, but according to He Lu's temperament, let alone a concubine, what can even He Lu's mother do? Now she has been allowed to be lawless.

She is like a tyrant in the city of Tokyo. She wants to go out, do I dare to stop her?"

After hearing this, Mo Chenglin's face instantly turned pale green.

Mo Yunxiao's mother died prematurely due to dystocia, and this matter has always been a secret pain in his heart. The Mo family kept it secret. But Zhang Yun'er seemed to feel that she had been greatly wronged, and she yelled out like this without any restraint. How could she

Not irritating?

"Mom!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Mo Yunxiang hurriedly came up to her, pulled her sleeves, and repeatedly comforted her: "Mom, please stop saying a few words. The letters we have sent to dad these days are confusing, and dad is naturally worried.

It’s normal to feel a little annoyed after waiting for more than an hour without seeing anyone.”

"Yes, yes, what Yun Xiang said is absolutely true." Li Xian'e couldn't help wiping her tears with a handkerchief since she sat down to meditate. She squeezed the handkerchief, stood up slowly, and said to Mo Chenglin: "He

Lu is recuperating at home these days. I'm afraid he's depressed, so he finally got some free time to go out and have some fun. The city of Tokyo is at the foot of the emperor, where kings, grandsons, and nobles gather. There must be blessings from the saints, so I think everything will be fine."

Mo Yunxiang supported his mother and looked back with anxiety, and saw Mo Yunxi standing behind Li Xian'e's chair. Her smile flashed past, but Mo Yunxiang caught it.

Mo Yunxiang frowned, showing suspicion. She knew that it would be impossible to ask this sister to come forward to speak, so she had no choice but to turn her head and look at her father with a stern face again.

"Daddy." She tiptoed to the upper coffee table, gently picked up the tea bowl and walked back.

She raised the teacup above her head and said with choked sobs: "Dad, my mother was just talking nonsense in a moment of urgency. My daughter apologizes on my mother's behalf."

Mo Chenglin said nothing, but stretched out his slightly trembling hand to take the tea bowl, and glared at Zhang Yuner. Zhang Yuner stood aside and shrank, not daring to say a word.

Mo Chenglin drank the tea served by his daughter in one gulp and said to Zhang Yun'er: "If you mention He Lu's mother again, I will skin you!"

His words were so murderous that Zhang Yun'er and her daughter couldn't help but tremble and nodded repeatedly. "I know...I know." Zhang Yun'er remained silent, as if she was not facing her husband, but a Rakshasa, a Yaksha, or a Yaksha.

The feared Khitan cavalry are the snow wolves of the north that eat people without spitting out their bones.

"Da Lang! Da Lang!" Huan'er's voice sounded like a drumbeat. Everyone's hearts froze. Thinking that Mo Chenglin was very angry, Huan'er rushed in so rudely, wouldn't it add fuel to the fire?

?

But before everyone had time to think about it, with a "crash" sound as the door was opened, Huan'er had already fallen to the ground. Following closely behind her was Du Juan, who was running out of breath.

The two of them rushed into the room. Everyone present was shocked and unconsciously took a few steps closer.

When she saw Mo Chenglin, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose with her hands. Then she knelt down and said, "Da Lang, it's all the fault of the younger one that he couldn't stop Huan'er."

Mo Chenglin looked at Huan'er with his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed like pimples, and asked, "Where is He Lu?"

"The eldest girl...is missing." Huan'er replied calmly.

"What?" Mo Chenglin's eyes were about to burst into flames.

The two pairs of mother and daughter, Zhang Yun'er and Li Xian'e, were equally dumbstruck. The female servants and women surrounding them even opened their mouths and looked around with a pair of shocked eyes. They found that their companions were as frightened as themselves.

Mo Chenglin stepped closer, supported Huan'er, and asked, "How did He Lu disappear?"

"Da Lang!" Huan'er's eyes filled with tears, her lips trembled a few times, and she finally cried "Wow" and shouted: "It's all my fault, I should be cut into pieces, how could I

The girl is lost!"

"Hurry up!" Mo Chenglin roared and threw Huan'er heavily to the ground. Du Juan screamed at the side and said hurriedly: "Dalang, missing persons is a major case. We'd better report it to the official as soon as possible.

ah!"

"Who dares to report to the reporter, I will break his legs!" Mo Chenglin turned his head and looked at Du Juan, as if millions of sharp knives flew out of his eyes and stabbed Du Juan. She couldn't help but smile slightly at this drink.

Backing away, Nuonuo said: "You are too talkative."

Mo Yunxi and Li Xian'e looked at each other, hurriedly stepped forward to hold Mo Chenglin's arm, and said softly: "Dad, since you don't want to report to the official, why don't you ask someone to go out and look for you as soon as possible. Fortunately, our Minglou family, Xiao Ding,

We have a lot of people, and if we spread them all out, we won’t be able to cover the entire city of Tokyo.”
Chapter completed!