ebookland Chapter 125 Ling Mo Hui, Where Are You?
Chapter 125 Ling Mo Hui, Where Are You?
"Mr. Prefect, what's the purpose of such a commotion?" Han Zifeng asked calmly, his voice revealing a majesty that should not be underestimated.
"This is an order I gave." Fu Yansheng stood with his hands behind his back and walked calmly into the center of the crowd. His aura instantly solidified the air around him.
The prefect of Jingzhao quickly bowed his head and saluted, saying respectfully: "This is the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. He has come here to discuss important matters with the owner of the manor. Please sit down and talk in detail."
As soon as he finished speaking, several officers quickly brought in two carved wooden chairs. It was obvious that this conversation was unavoidable.
Han Zifeng slightly turned sideways and made an elegant invitation gesture. Although his behavior was proper, there seemed to be a subtle hint of indifference and vigilance in his eyes when he looked at Fu Yansheng.
Fu Yansheng stepped into the villa and found it unusually empty. It lacked the prosperity of the past. This situation was exactly the same as the judge's description, and his doubts grew even more.
Everyone gathered in the spacious hall, and Fu Yansheng got straight to the point: "It is the most profitable season of the year for the Mountain Resort. Why did Master Han choose to close the door to visitors at this time? Is there any hidden reason behind this?"
Han Zifeng raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and said calmly but measuredly: "In fact, I have some personal matters to deal with, which cannot be disclosed to the public. I think the Prime Minister should understand the difficulty."
Jingzhao prefect hurriedly tried to smooth things over, smiling but unable to hide his nervousness: "In fact, we are here today to seek the cooperation of the owner of the manor for another important matter."
"Hmm?" Han Zifeng raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a calm tone with a hint of inquiry, "If you have any opinions, please speak up."
Fu Yansheng slowly raised his deep eyes, his gaze was like a torch, and he fixed his gaze on Han Zifeng's face solemnly. Every word seemed to have been carefully crafted: "My wife, the Prime Minister's wife, has suddenly lost contact recently. Has Master Han heard of this? Perhaps she has left some clues in your manor?"
Han Zifeng's handsome face tilted slightly when he heard this, and a subtle fluctuation flashed in his eyes. He immediately regained his composure and shook his head to deny, "Your Excellency the Prime Minister, you are too serious. Although my summer resort is a place where I can live a carefree life, I really don't know the whereabouts of the Prime Minister's wife. How can I tell her?"
After saying this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had anticipated this sudden questioning.
Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng gently picked up the teacup and said in a low voice with a hint of unintentional provocation: "In this case, I am quite curious about the summer resort of Master Han. I have always heard that the scenery is unique. Why not take advantage of the opportunity today to let a layman like me experience the beauty of it, okay?"
After he finished speaking, he gently blew away the hot steam floating on the surface of the tea, with a meaningful light flashing in his eyes.
Han Zifeng's eyes dimmed, as if he had a thousand words suppressed in his heart, which turned into a low sigh: "The whereabouts of the Prime Minister's wife are still unknown, and you still have the elegance of traveling around?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yi appeared quietly outside the door. He shook his head slightly at Fu Yansheng, his eyes full of helplessness.
Fu Yansheng caught this subtle movement, his eyes moved, as if thousands of thoughts were surging in his heart.
Ling Mohui is not here?
Her disappearance was like a sudden fog, which made Fu Yansheng confused - where did she go and why did she leave?
Han Zifeng glanced at Mo Yi's reaction, and his guess seemed to be confirmed. An elusive smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Fu Yansheng gently put down the teacup and stood up. His sleeves moved slightly, revealing an unquestionable determination: "In that case, I won't bother you anymore. Goodbye!"
After saying this, he strode away.
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Ling Mohui quietly emerged from behind the rockery, frowning slightly, and muttered to herself in confusion: "Why did they leave? Why did they leave me here alone?"
The maid beside her hurried forward and explained in a gentle voice: "Miss, there are several uninvited guests at the manor. The owner is worried about your safety, so he specially arranged for you to stay in this quiet place to avoid unnecessary disturbance."
After saying that, she patted the back of Ling Mohui's hand gently, trying to calm her down.
Ling Mohui frowned slightly when she heard this, and a trace of worry flashed across her eyes: "Will father be in danger?"
Seeing this, the maid raised a reassuring smile and said, "Don't worry, young lady. The owner of the manor is very resourceful and will make proper arrangements. Everything will be safe and sound."
Afterwards, the two of them left the rockery hand in hand.
At this moment, behind the rockery, Zheng Jiaxuan quietly poked out half of his face, his eyes flashing with surprise: "Sister Mohui, it's really you!"
Ling Mo returned to her room, and as soon as she closed the door, she felt sleepy and yawned several times.
There is always a stove of sleep-aiding incense burning in the house. It was specially mixed for her by Han Zifeng. The lingering fragrance seems to be able to soothe the deepest anxieties in people's hearts.
Doctor Guo once told her that adequate sleep was the key to curing her illness, so Ling Mohui always followed the doctor's advice.
She fell headfirst onto the soft bed and fell into a deep dream almost instantly.
At this moment, a gust of night wind blew through the gap in the window frame and gently opened the window.
Zheng Jiaxuan was agile and rolled in with the help of the moonlight. Looking at Ling Mohui who was sleeping soundly on the bed, a relieved smile spread across his face.
"That's great, sister, I'm so glad that you're okay!" he whispered softly, his heart full of joy.
But when he wanted to get closer, he found that no matter how softly he called, Ling Mohui had no response, as if she was in a deep nightmare.
Just as Zheng Jiaxuan was thinking about how to take her away quietly, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside the door. Without time to think, he immediately dodged and hid under the bed.
The door opened and Han Zifeng walked into the room. He saw Ling Mohui sleeping peacefully on the couch. His tense expression relaxed a little.
"Fortunately, she is safe."
He whispered, slowly approaching, his fingers gently brushing through her hair, full of care and concern.
Turning to the maid standing by, he asked, "How is the young lady doing today?"
The maid replied respectfully: "Everything is normal, but the condition has not improved significantly."
Han Zifeng sighed, his brows revealing an unconcealable worry. He had no idea when such days would end.
"Continue to take good care of her."
He left a brief and firm order and hurried away, leaving the room in silence and the maid busy at work.
After Han Zifeng left, Zheng Jiaxuan carefully crawled out from under the bed, looked at the sleeping Ling Mo with a complicated expression and replied: "Sister, why is your condition so serious this time? In order to protect you from the outside world, I have to temporarily place you here, away from that place of trouble."