novelden Chapter 161 The lingering ghost
Chapter 161 The lingering ghost
"Why are you here? Did Fu Yansheng expel you from the capital?"
Wei Ruoming frowned, his eyes full of worry and concern.
Ling Mohui quickly waved her hands to deny: "No, I decided to leave on my own! Prince, can you take me with you? I really..."
Before she could finish her words, extreme fatigue hit her like a tide. Ling Mohui's eyelids closed heavily, and her body involuntarily leaned forward, finally falling into Wei Ruoming's arms.
Seeing this, Wei Ruoming quickly carried her onto the horse's back, carefully protected her, and galloped towards Shanchuan City.
When Ling Mohui opened her eyes again, it was already dark. Wei Ruoming was gently carrying her off the horse. It turned out that they had arrived at Shanchuan City.
"Mohui, this is the territory of the Northern Army. If you need anything, just let me know!"
Wei Ruoming's words were full of concern.
Ling Mohui looked around in surprise. She had just woken up and found herself in Shanchuan City. She couldn't help but sigh at how long this sleep was.
"Haha, our young general was holding the girl, and he didn't dare to shake at all all the way, for fear of disturbing your sweet dream!"
The soldier nearby joked, causing a burst of lighthearted laughter.
Wei Ruoming pretended to be serious and gently kicked the soldier, signaling him to stop making trouble, while also dispersing the others.
Ling Mo came back to her senses and said gratefully, "Your Highness, you have worked hard. You probably haven't had dinner yet. I will treat you all to a good meal!"
Wei Ruoming wanted to decline, but amid the jeers of the crowd, he had no choice but to agree with a smile.
"Why are you being so polite to me, Prince? We have been friends for many years!" Ling Mohui smiled like a flower, appearing particularly friendly.
Everyone sat around a table, and Ling Mo generously ordered a variety of delicious dishes.
Although her luggage was simple, she had enough banknotes to deal with various emergencies.
Faced with a table full of delicious food, the soldiers worked hard, enjoying this rare feast, and secretly admired the generosity of this woman from the capital.
"Mohui, we have to go back and report. I'll come to see you in two days. If there is anything urgent, remember to send someone to tell me." Wei Ruoming reminded before leaving.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine in Shanchuan City!" Ling Mo responded confidently.
"By the way, about you returning to Beijing without permission..." Ling Mohui pulled Wei Ruoming aside and asked in a low voice.
Wei Ruoming smiled and consoled him, "Don't worry. I left to carry out a special mission and went to the capital. I didn't leave my post without permission. At most, I delayed some military affairs. Besides, the mission is not urgent, and the military discipline punishment will not be too severe. It will be resolved soon."
"That's good. You guys go quickly and don't delay your work because of me." Ling Mohui watched Wei Ruoming and his group ride away on horseback. She didn't turn around and return to the inn until their figures disappeared into the night.
Chuntang quietly approached Ling Mohui and whispered, "Young Master, that young general really loves you deeply!"
"Don't let your imagination run wild. We are just friends caring for each other."
Ling Mo responded lightly, then went upstairs and walked into her room.
"Chun Tang has been in places like Cui Yan Lou for a long time. I know too well how men look at women. He is clearly..."
Before Chuntang could finish her words, Ling Mohui tapped her forehead lightly, interrupting her reverie.
"Girl, you're young, but you have a lot of ideas! Go and have a rest!"
Ling Mohui tapped her forehead lightly with a helpless yet doting smile on her lips.
Chuntang rubbed his forehead, his lively eyes flashing with a cunning light, and he yawned extremely exaggeratedly, as if he wanted to spit out all his fatigue.
"Now that you mention it, young master, I really feel that my eyelids are like soldiers on the battlefield, fighting each other and in urgent need of rest!"
There was a hint of teasing and fatigue in her voice, which made people laugh.
After the banquet, the lights dimmed, and the two of them fell into a sea of dreams with satisfied smiles on their faces after their hearty meal.
The moonlight is like water, quietly sprinkling on the window lattice, adding a touch of softness and mystery to this quiet night.
The next day, the morning light appeared and a light blue-purple hue appeared on the horizon, as if a painter lightly dipped his brush in paint and sketched the first ray of life on the sky.
Ling Mohui slowly opened her eyes. In a daze, the first thing that caught her eye was the handsome figure of Fu Yansheng. He was sitting upright beside the bed, as if guarding or waiting.
"Fu Yansheng, are you going to disturb even my dreams and leave me no peace for a moment?"
Ling Mohui muttered, turned over in dissatisfaction, and buried her face deeply in the soft quilt, trying to escape the ubiquitous feeling of oppression.
Fu Yansheng's voice was as cold as ice, penetrating the haziness of the early morning: "Ling Mohui, open your eyes and see the world clearly. Is what you are experiencing now really a dream?"
His tone was calm and profound, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart, making people tremble.
Ling Mohui's chaotic thoughts seemed to be awakened by cold water, and everything became extremely clear.
She sat up suddenly, shocked by the sight before her.
Chuntang's mouth was bound tightly with a cloth strip. He struggled feebly and was pressed on the cold table by several figures.
Fu Yansheng still sat there silently, his eyes that were usually as gentle as water now revealed a piercing chill that penetrated straight into her heart.
"Fu Yansheng, release Chuntang immediately! We can discuss our issues properly."
There was unquestionable determination in Ling Mohui's voice as she tried to resolve everything through negotiation.
Fu Yansheng's hand suddenly grabbed her wrist with such force that Ling Mohui felt a pain.
He squeezed out three words from between his teeth, his tone cold: "Awake?"
There was both sarcasm and undisguised anger in that voice.
"You are such a haunted person. How did you find this place?"
Ling Mohui clenched her teeth, her anger and unwillingness surging like waves. She never expected that after all her efforts, she still couldn't escape Fu Yansheng's pursuit.
"If the letter you wrote to Han Zifeng hadn't revealed my whereabouts, how could I have found this place so easily?"
A cold smile appeared on Fu Yansheng's lips, and his eyes flashed with a light that showed he knew everything.
Ling Mohui's eyes flickered. After weighing the pros and cons for a moment, she decided to compromise: "Let Chuntang go first. We can sit down and talk slowly about what's going on between us."
"At this time, you are still thinking about others?"
The corners of Fu Yansheng's mouth curled up into a cold arc, and the indifference in his eyes seemed to be able to freeze all the warmth around him.
Following his order, the door was slammed shut, and several well-trained guards quietly took Chuntang away from this place of trouble, leaving behind only dead silence and an indescribable tense atmosphere in the air.