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  Jingling Gongzi sized up Wei Luo for a moment before the corners of his mouth hooked upwards again, and he said in a low voice, "This child is quite good."

  He actually said 'This is excellent!'

  Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, in almost an instant, the hundreds of pairs of eyes in the grand hall all turned to look at Wei Luo. Every single person was sizing her up from head to toe, their faces filled with confusion: this little kid in front of them was so dark and thin, how could he possibly deserve the "excellent" evaluation from the Duke of Jingyang?

  Cheng Yi's mouth was agape, his face looking a bit unsightly, and he couldn't react for quite some time.

  In a low voice, the Duke of Jingling waved his hand and said somewhat tiredly and impatiently: "Since she is one of Mei Ji's people, take her back if you can."

  As soon as he said this, Wei Luo involuntarily let out a long breath, she had been holding her breath just now.

  Weiluo had been practicing the breathing technique for half a year and had some experience in controlling her breath. The long sigh she let out, although unintentional, was actually very soft and unnoticeable.

  But she had just made this movement, and saw that the son of Jingling had slightly turned his head, with eyes as deep as midnight fixed on her face. Wei Luo had only just reacted when he had already turned his head away. Even after a long time, Wei Luo couldn't be certain if he had heard her sigh or not.

  At this time, Wei Luo's clothes were pulled, she turned her head and saw Cheng Yi laughing with a black face. As soon as she saw his smiling face, Wei Luo was annoyed in her heart, she glared at Cheng Yi fiercely, took two quick steps, and followed Gao Xiang to walk out of the hall.

  The temple grounds were much quieter now, and the only sound on the square was the snorting of a hundred fine horses lined up there. Wei Luo walked less than ten meters before catching sight of Su.

  He stood under a white poplar tree, his tall figure in the lamplight looking very cold and desolate. At this moment, he was staring blankly at Wei Luo with a look of loss, reluctance, and confusion on his face. When their eyes met, he blinked, and a glimmer of tears quickly appeared in his eyes. But as soon as it appeared, Su lowered his head, turned around, and slowly walked away, his thin figure gradually disappearing into the darkness.

  It seems that he already knew about Weiluo's return to the Mei Da team. In a few days, Weiluo will leave Xintian with the Mei Da team. In this era of inconvenient transportation, such a separation is life and death, and perhaps for the rest of their lives, they may never meet again.

  Wei Luo gazed at Su's slender and slightly fragile back, looking a bit lonely, and suddenly felt a hint of reluctance.

  Everyone rode horse-drawn carriages, and Wei Luo was a person noticed by Prince Jing of Ning, so she also got a horse.

  Fortunately, she had ridden horses in the park before, and now her body was particularly agile. After struggling to get on the horseback, Wei Luo soon grasped the knack of riding a horse.

  The swordsmen rode out of the Prince of Jingling's mansion, and on the streets outside, every few dozen meters, a blazing torch was inserted. Those torches echoed with the lanterns in the hands of the swordsmen, illuminating the world in front of them.

  Wei Luo walked at the end, and at this time, those walking on the street were all silk-robed swordsmen from the caravans she had seen before. Five meters in front of her, riding a horse at a slow pace was Gao Yi.

  Weiluo looked at him, her gaze shifted to Gao Ya's body. Looking at him sitting upright on the horseback, his straight and handsome figure, Weiluo's heart skipped a beat again, at this moment, the reluctance caused by parting with Su had gradually dissipated, and her heart was excited again as she approached Gao Ya.

  Cheng Yi sat on the horseback, frequently turning his head to look back, and every time he met Wei Luo's staring eyes, he would smile with a mouthful of big white teeth. Those shiny white teeth reflected the light, making his smile so despicable that it made Wei Luo particularly annoyed at first glance.

  It was already late at night, and everyone had to return to the carriage team to hand over their duties, so they galloped back on horseback. Before long, Wei Luo returned to the courtyard where the Mei family lived and entered the room assigned to her by Gao Yi. When she lay down on the stone bed covered with thick dry grass, she was still a bit dazed.

  A dreamless night.

  Wei Luo woke up to a loud noise. As soon as she opened her eyes, she heard Cheng Yi's furious roar, "How could Wei Luo, the child I favor, be given to someone else?"

  What?

  Wei Luo was greatly shocked, she suddenly sat up straight, put on her deep clothes in a hurry, wore her grass shoes, and quickly walked towards the door.

  As Cheng Xi's roar fell, a cold voice as frost came, "Who is this Cheng Xi? Who is the son of Jingling? Ah! Come on! Take a good look at this guy for me!"

  "Promise!"

  Among the two voices, there were struggling sounds, angry roars. Wei Luo had already walked to the door at this time, she stretched out her hand and pressed it on her violently jumping chest, slowly crouched down, and looked outside through the gap in the door.

  Outside, on the muddy ground, a dozen or so swordsmen stood upright. All of these swordsmen were barefoot and wore hemp clothes, not one of whom Wei Luo recognized. The last three swordsmen tightly pressed down on Cheng Xi, who was struggling desperately.

  In front of the swordsmen, there were over a dozen maidservants. These maidservants held ceramic basins, towels, deep clothing made of silk, jade belts and other items, standing neatly outside her door waiting.

  Among the maids and swordsmen, there was a man in his thirties with a faint mustache on his chin, a square face, and an expression that carried a smile when he looked at people, giving off a very kind appearance. This person was Lou Ju, the leader of the carriage team.

  At this moment, there was no smile on Lou Ju's face, and the kindness that had been there before was gone. All that remained was a cold and gloomy expression.

  He coldly stared at Cheng Xi and sneered: "Cheng Xi, a dark and ugly little boy, how can he be worth your attention?"

  Cheng Yizhang was speaking, when Lou Ju frowned and shouted, "Shut his mouth!"

  "Agreed."

  A man beside Cheng Xi pulled out a white cloth from his bosom and stuffed it into Cheng Xi's mouth.

  Lou stepped forward with large strides and said with a stern face: "Cheng Xi, what is the value of this small, dark and thin child to you? Humph, now that things are settled, you can leave on your own!"

  He said this, and a few kind intentions appeared on his somewhat round face. He let out a long sigh and said in a rather serious tone: "Who is the young master of Jingling? Even if it were the Marquis of Jin, he wouldn't dare speak loudly to him. Such an honorable person can say 'very good' to an unremarkable child like you - this is truly rare! Master Mei wants to give this child to the young master of Jingling for this reason. Cheng Qi, what are you worried about? Could it be that someone as noble as the young master of Jingling would still have designs on your dark and thin child? He went to the young master's mansion this time, but in the end, he is free. If you have a mind to, you can still get the child."

  Perhaps it was Lou Ju's words that took effect, and gradually, Cheng Xi stopped struggling. Seeing his face calm down, Lou Ju waved his hand, signaling the three men to take him away.