Clouds and Moon Shadow

Chapter 105 Pine Resin Garden

Gu Qingyue almost jumped up, but she knew that people in ancient times valued promises, and bowing and kowtowing was a way of offering extremely precious sentiments, so she did not stop them.

She herself thought highly of Rong Zesheng. He was once a Dark Eagle assassin with considerable strength. More importantly, he knew something about the Nanzhao Kingdom and Pan Shisan, and hated them. He was a powerful ally ready to be used, so she naturally wouldn't let him go.

After Rong Zesheng finished bowing, he stood up and looked at Gu Qingyue with eager eyes.

"Alright, welcome to the team. Let's work together to drive the Nanzhao people out of the Great Chu and kill Pan Shisan."

Gu Qingyue made a solemn promise.

"Then, what do you need me to do, Pavilion Master?" Rong Zesheng asked happily upon hearing Gu Qingyue's promise.

Gu Qingyue thought for a moment: "Let's eat first."

That evening, Gu Qingyue summoned Liu Feng and Rong Zesheng to her study.

"I presume you've already met this afternoon, so I won't introduce you. I'm returning to the military camp tomorrow. From now on, Rong Zesheng's posthumous title will be Yue Ling. I hope you'll remain hidden in the shadows and become Yueying's trump card. Of course, I'll find suitable subordinates for you later. For now, you'll be my shadow guard. Are you willing?"

Gu Qingyue looked at the two men, considered it for a moment, and felt that this arrangement would allow Rong Zesheng to have an adjustment period.

Liu Feng raised an eyebrow and gave Rong Zesheng a very unfriendly look. He thought about how the two of them had sparred in the training ground that afternoon, and how this guy had actually fought him to a draw. He had been tempered in body tempering, and he was so angry that his nose almost crooked.

"Your subordinate obeys," Rong Zesheng stood up and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Oh, by the way, Liu Feng, give that gyrfalcon you caught last time to Yue Ling for training. From now on, Yue Ling will be in charge of relaying my messages."

Upon hearing this, Liu Feng immediately nodded vigorously. Thinking of that lazy and greedy gypsy, he suddenly felt that the man in front of him wasn't so annoying after all.

Finally, Liu Feng felt refreshed after being able to sell the troublesome gyrfalcon. It was an absolute tyrant, incredibly lazy. He had never seen such a lazy raptor before. All it loved was eating. After training it for almost three months, he had been driven to the point of vomiting blood at least twice. Finally, he was able to hand over this hot potato.

Rong Zesheng looked at Liu Feng's increasingly eager gaze and couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

"Alright, let's arrange it like this for now. Yue Ling, you should first familiarize yourself with the rules of Yueying Pavilion from Liu Feng. Tomorrow afternoon, we'll set off together for the Lizhou camp. I've already arranged a base near the camp, and you'll be responsible for transmitting important messages from now on."

After saying that, Gu Qingyue walked to the door, turned back to look at Rong Zesheng's face, and frowned.

"Find a way to change your appearance. Your face can't be recognized by others, including people in the military camp," he said, then turned to Liu Feng: "Take him to find Yue Qian."

Yue Qian is a master of disguise and infiltration trained by Gu Qingyue. So far, his disguise has played a significant role in several missions, and he is ready to graduate.

As soon as the arrangements were made, Liu Feng enthusiastically put his arm around Yue Ling's shoulder and they walked away arm in arm. Gu Qingyue watched their retreating figures, her lips twitching, before returning to her room.

As soon as she sat down, she remembered a message she had seen during the day, and her expression turned serious again. This message had to be delivered to Mu Yun Chu as soon as possible.

But he is not currently in the military camp, nor is Mu Nan. The two black-clad guards who usually accompany him have also left with him.

Who should I contact?

A figure flashed through her mind, but she immediately dismissed it. Although General Gu was Mu Yun Chu's superior, he might not necessarily send someone to protect Mu Yun Chu alone. The war was fierce, and there was fighting everywhere. Even if Mu Yun Chu came from a prestigious family, it shouldn't be enough to distract Gu Yuan Ming.

If Gu Qingyue knew Mu Yun Chu's true identity, she probably wouldn't think that way. However, at present, she is only guessing, and she has guessed wrong.

What should we do? Send the Shadow Division? No, they're still in training. It would be too conspicuous for them to appear openly on the battlefield. Besides, their strength still needs improvement.

After rejecting the plan, Gu Qingyue thought of Mu Bei again. She wondered where he was. If she could find him, she could also contact Mu Yun Chu.

Gu Qingyue thought for a long time, but was at a loss.

There are only five days left.

Thinking of this, she sought out Liu Feng again and asked him to arrange for someone in Lizhou Prefecture to quickly inquire about a boy named Mu Jinyan, who was about twelve years old, handsome and refined, and probably from a wealthy family. He had dined at Wenxianglou.

After receiving the order, Liu Feng immediately went to make the arrangements.

The next morning, Liu Feng brought Steward Wang to the Gu residence.

“Master, that young master Mu came to our Wenxiang Pavilion the day before yesterday. He came with another young master. When the waiter went to deliver tea and snacks, he overheard them saying that they lived in the Changliu Street area. We have already had someone check the specific address.”

Gu Qingyue nodded, tapping the table with her hand in frustration. She didn't understand why she felt anxious and restless.

An hour later, Yue Wan arrived at the front hall, gave Gu Qingyue an address, and then respectfully withdrew.

Without further hesitation, Gu Qingyue immediately got up and led Steward Wang to Changliu Street.

After the carriage stopped, Steward Wang, carrying a food box, respectfully followed Gu Qingyue toward the main gate.

Gu Qingyue looked up at the ancient house in front of her and raised an eyebrow in surprise: Songxiang Garden.

This sounds like the name of a private courtyard, and the gatehouse is very simple and heavy, with a carving of thirteen evergreen pines and cypresses on the gate, truly living up to its name.

Manager Wang very attentively went up and knocked on the door.

A short while later, a young servant, around twenty years old, opened the door, nodded politely, and showed no impatience at the sudden visit of a stranger.

Gu Qingyue thought to herself, this family must be no ordinary family, even a servant is so well-mannered.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Greetings, young sir. I am Manager Wang of Wenxianglou. The day before yesterday, Young Master Mu came to our Wenxianglou and instructed us to send over any new dishes that came out so that he could taste them. Therefore, I have come to bother you."

Manager Wang answered neither humbly nor arrogantly, and raised the food box in his hand forward slightly.

"Oh, please wait a moment, Steward Wang, I'll go and report this."

After the servant finished speaking, he closed the door again and ran towards the backyard.

By the small lake in the backyard, Mu Jinyan was having a fishing competition with a boy. He had been sitting there all morning and had only managed to catch two fish, while the boy next to him had already caught five or six, which made him very resentful.

"You cheated, didn't you? Give me some of your bait, and I refuse to believe I can't beat you." With that, Mu Jinyan rushed to the small basket next to the boy, where a bag of bait was placed.

He reached out and pinched a piece, raised an eyebrow at the boy who was still fishing seriously, snorted, turned around and sat down, and put the bait on his hook.

Before I could even cast my fishing rod, I heard the servant rushing over from the front yard.

"Young master, Manager Wang from Wenxiang Pavilion has arrived and brought some new food."

After he finished speaking, the servant arrived.

Looking at the two fish jumping around in the young master's bucket, the servant wiped away non-existent beads of sweat from his forehead. Oh no, the young master lost again. He must be in a bad mood. Is it too late for me to run away now?