At this time, Mozi had already arrived at Wang Qiulou. She did not expect what was happening in the Qu mansion, nor did she expect what was about to happen.

  "Mo Ge, if you're late for a little while longer, the guests will probably not be able to wait." Since Cen Da Zhang was not around, Cen Er Lang came to receive her.

  "Who is looking for me?" Mu Zi was surprised. She usually ran errands on both sides and didn't show her face to outsiders, so few people knew about her business dealings. Therefore, when she heard that someone was looking for her, she couldn't think of who it could be.

  "I've never seen that face before." Xian Er said, and then remembered what the two little waiters had said, "It's said that a few days ago he came to our building to eat a meal..."

  Mozhi finally knew who it was. However, knowing didn't calm down the astonishment in her heart, but instead made her feel even more puzzled.

  Cen Er was still muttering there, "...it was those people who shared a suite with you later."

  "Just because we shared a room, you think we're acquainted, so you hurriedly called me over?" What a huge misunderstanding! She had no intention of seeing those young masters and misses again. Such a difficult group to serve.

  "That's not it." Xun Er hastily replied, "If it weren't for a good reason, who would dare to casually call you out? If I didn't understand this rule, wouldn't my dad scold me to death?"

  Wang Qiulou, Cen Dazhu was the highest identity for external affairs. Anyone who knew a little about it and wanted to visit Dongjia had to be examined by Cen Dazhu before being passed on, and then decided by Qiu San Niang whether to meet or not.

  "But you used an internal summons." An internal summons, meaning a request to meet in person from within the household. That's why Qiu San Niang let her out of the house so easily. "If it weren't for your people sending the message just now and having Xiao Yi deliver it, what would you do if I came tomorrow?"

  "I was just about to say that I couldn't find you, so let's just forget it." But Xian Er wasn't thinking along those simple lines. "I'll have to use the outside messenger, and Master Dong will probably not let you come over easily. He'll definitely investigate thoroughly. If he gets angry, it won't be a joke."

  Foreign letters refer to content involving people outside of Wang Qiulou, and Qiu San Niang will indeed figure it out.

  "Why are you throwing a tantrum?" Mozi smiled. His dark skin made his small row of teeth appear pure white.

  Cen Er had heard his father say that Mo Ge and Dong Jia were both daughters, although he had never seen her true face. But looking at this smile, it seemed as if a brilliant light was shining in front of him, extremely bright and beautiful. Thinking about what kind of beauty she would be with her makeup on, he felt curious, but didn't delay the matter at hand. Looking around to make sure it was quiet, he leaned over and whispered a few words into her ear.

  "Did they really ask that?" Previously just astonished, Mozi was now shocked.

  "It's exactly what I asked, not a single word was left out." Cen Er straightened up again and took a step back to stand behind Mo Zi. "Brother Mo, if the master finds out about this and investigates who leaked the secret, even if we can't find out who did it, my father and I will be held responsible."

  Purple ink hangs down, but Qian Er said it right. If we investigate, no one can escape punishment, and the person in charge will not be able to avoid responsibility.

  "Wait until I see him again." Now that things have come to this, it's really a case of "out of sight, out of mind".

  Mozi walked to the door of the package room from last time, staring at the sturdy door made of cotton paper for a while. Didn't want to deal with such people, especially those three led by Er Lang. Such physique, such cunning, such arrogance, and coming from Shangdu, eight or nine out of ten must have connections with the imperial court of the Great Zhou Dynasty. For some reason, just thinking about the words "imperial court" and "political parties", her whole body felt a chill.

  "Mo Ge?" Cen Er called out to her, seeing her dazed expression.

  "Huh?" Zi's hands clenched into fists, "Open the door."

  Cen Er responded and pushed open the door to enter.

  A layer of complete smile floated on Mozi's face, following Xun Er behind, closing the door, and the inexplicable fear had disappeared. His eyes scanned around lightly, it was good, there were only three people. Or, how did they do it, it was still those three men who were different from the native men of Luozhou, with their eyebrows, eyes, body shape, even their outer robes and boots, all carrying the spirit of the north coming to the south.

  Three people saw her, two of them were expressionless, drinking and eating as usual. Only the elegant-looking man proposed to share a room with her, and the gentle-looking man smiled kindly at her.

  Since ancient times, northerners have been proud of surpassing southerners. Therefore, when northerners come south, it is called going down; when southerners go north, it is called going up. Those who go down often win, while those who go up often lose.

  "This young man, last time was our fault, doing things too hastily and inadequately, please don't take it to heart." Zhong An also said some kind words.

  It's about the two silver ingots. Seeing that the three of them were sitting comfortably, with no intention of getting up to greet him, Mozi thought that being overly cautious or reckless was their style anyway, and didn't bother to make a fuss about it. He simply sat down on the round stool opposite the main seat.

  As soon as she sat down, it didn't feel quite right. Every time she came back to Wang Qiulou, she was used to sitting by the window, leaning against the wall, and relaxing her body comfortably. Now this stool, although exquisitely crafted, had no backrest, and she had to put her hands on the table in order to sit up straight. Suddenly, she thought of how modern restaurants mostly have chairs with backrests, while ancient taverns' chairs were almost all stools. It seemed that she should talk to Qiu San Niang about replacing Wang Qiulou's stool with a chair having a backrest.

  "Sir is being polite." Mozi's posture at this moment, hunched back, forearms spread out extremely open, with a playful and mischievous look.

  Xian Er saw it with her eyes and accepted it in her heart. This kind of difference is like heaven and earth, which is completely different from the coquettishness she showed just now.

  That Second Master listened to Mozi's words, seemingly careless, but his mind was no longer on the high platform of Ge Qiu's singing and dancing. Sir, is a kind of respect that is unique to scholars. Did this unremarkable Mo brother shout out like this at will, or did he see through Zhong An's skills and show respect? He didn't want to look up to his opponent, but neither could he belittle him.

  "I was the one who made the mistake last time," Meizhi said, not too concerned. "Since it's already in the past, let's just forget about it from now on. As the saying goes, 'no conflict, no acquaintance.' If we hadn't clashed with each other last time, there wouldn't be this reunion today." Although she didn't want to meet again at all.

  "Well said, indeed. One doesn't know a person until they've fought with them." Zhong An stood up, picked up a wine jug and poured a full cup for Mo Zi, "Young brother, I'll toast you one cup. For your magnanimity in not holding grudges, Zhong An is willing to befriend you."

  Mozi was able to follow Qiu San Niang because she had several similarities with her. One of them was that no matter how good people were to her, she always held a suspicious attitude. As a soldier in an unfamiliar and chaotic environment, she would first assume everyone as an enemy, then constantly observe and test, and after multiple trials, find out the friendly forces from among them.

  So, is this Zhong An her ally?

  No.

  At most, he was just the one playing the white face among the three of them.

  Why would a man wearing brocade and jade crown, with an extraordinary demeanor, want to be friends with her who wears tattered clothes, with sleeves fluttering in the wind, without freedom?

  However, if it's for that matter, she might be able to see it, and the second son of the house would personally ask her to intercede.

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