After Muchuan said this, the whole place suddenly fell silent.
Everyone looked at Muchuan in disbelief. They never imagined that the master behind Longliqi, the famous gold-selling cave in Chang'an recently, was actually Muchuan.
"Now you don't have to argue about the gift, right?"
Muchuan smiled and said: "Let's continue to discuss other matters. If we finalize it as soon as possible, we can report it to His Majesty as soon as possible."
"Well, what Master Mu said is absolutely true. Let's hurry up and don't keep His Majesty waiting."
The discussion started again, and Muchuan leaned back in his chair boredly.
He was not even interested in listening to these complicated etiquette.
If he hadn't been the leader of the envoy designated by Li Shimin, he would have gone home to drink tea.
But now, I can only listen to it patiently.
At the same time, Baihua Tower.
Today's Baihua Building is as usual, with all kinds of dignitaries coming and going.
As one of the largest brothels in Chang'an, Baihualou is the place where dignitaries often visit.
In a room, Cheng Chumo was drinking wine while a singer poured the wine. However, he noticed that Cheng Chumo seemed unhappy today.
"Mr. Cheng, why don't you look happy today?"
"It's none of your business, just pour the wine!"
"Yes Yes Yes."
After drinking down another bowl of wine, Cheng Chumo glared at the singer pouring the wine and said, "Where is Xiaoyun?"
The singer quickly apologized and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, Xiaoyun is picking up guests. Let me serve you today."
"Pick up guests?"
Cheng Chumo slapped his hand on the table and said angrily: "Who is so bold that he even touches my woman?"
"Master, please calm down, it's the eldest grandson, the young master."
"Changsun Chong? I am afraid of him. Where is he?"
With that said, Cheng Chumo stood up directly and walked out of the room.
The singer wanted to dissuade Cheng Chumo, but he couldn't persuade him.
At the same time, in another room in Baihua Building, Changsun Chongzheng was drinking wine with a displeased look on his face. The soft and petite singer sitting beside him was sitting on his knees, but he did not dare to say a word.
"You're a prostitute who doesn't know how to look. This is the famous Master Changsun Chong. It will be your lifetime honor to serve Master Changsun!"
An evil young man pointed at the singer and cursed, "If you don't want to lose your head, just listen to Master Changsun!"
Hearing this, the singer became even more frightened and her body was trembling, but she still did not give in.
"Young masters, I only sell my art and not my body. Moreover, Mr. Cheng has redeemed half of my body for me. I only accept Mr. Chen." The singer lowered his head and said weakly.
"Mr. Chen? What kind of bullshit Mr. Chen? Let him get out of here and wait until he sees Master Changsun. Not to mention you, a little prostitute, I am afraid that even his mother must be obediently presented to Master Changsun for his enjoyment, right?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
All the villains burst into laughter.
The reason why they are so unscrupulous is because they are standing next to the big tree Changsun Chong.
As for Mr. Chen, they didn't take it seriously at all. After all, among the powerful people in the dynasty, they had never heard of anyone named Chen.
For these flatteries, Changsun Chongdao is also quite useful.
He glanced at the geisha indifferently and said: "I will give you one more chance and serve me obediently, otherwise I will let Mr. Chen of yours get out of Chang'an completely."
The singer couldn't help but hesitate. She could be loyal, but if Mr. Chen's future was ruined, that was something she never wanted to see.
"Which bastard wants me to get out of Chang'an?"
Suddenly, the door was kicked open.
Before Chang Sun Chong could react, he flew up and then hit the screen hard.
"Damn it, you're looking for death!"
Changsun Chong got up in embarrassment, intending to draw his sword and hack the uninvited guest to death.
However, after seeing the appearance of the visitor, Changsun Chong was stunned.
Cheng Chumo was staring at him angrily, with veins popping out on his neck, showing that he was really angry.
"Come on, chop here. If you don't chop me to death, you are my grandson."
Seeing Changsun Chong actually pull out his sword, Cheng Chumo became even more furious and leaned towards him with his neck straightened out.
"It turns out they are brothers Chumo."
Changsun Chong laughed dryly and quickly put away his sword, "This is really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. One's own family is beating one's own family."
"Get the hell out of here, who is in the same family as you!"
"Haha, brother Chumo is still as outspoken as ever."
Changsun Chong could only laugh awkwardly.
There were very few young masters in Chang'an City that he did not dare to offend, but Cheng Chumo was one of them.
This time he was beaten by Cheng Chumo, and he could only suffer the loss of being mute.
If he had known that the Mr. Chen mentioned by the singer Chen Xiaoyun was Cheng Chumo, how could he have provoked her?
"Xiaoyun, are you okay?"
Cheng Chumo was too lazy to pay attention to Chang Sun Chong anymore and started to care about Chen Xiaoyun.
"Mr. Chen"
"let's go."
Before leaving, Cheng Chumo glared at Changsun Chong fiercely, "Changsun Chong, if you let me know that you are planning on Xiaoyun again, I will definitely kill you!"
Changsun Chong opened his mouth, but finally swallowed the words.
Don't say this. It may be just words, but if Cheng Chumo said this, he might actually be able to do it.
After all, like his father Cheng Yaojin, he is a complete savage when it comes to recklessness.
After Cheng Chumo left, the rest of the bad boys recovered from their shock.
"Master Changsun, are you okay?"
"Everyone get out of here!"
After driving everyone away, Changsun Chong directly picked up the wine bottle and started drinking.
He is in a very bad mood now.
The fact that he was going to Silla and Baekje as an envoy was enough to make him irritable, not to mention that his father had arranged for him a mission that could be called treason.
Now that he was beaten by Cheng Chumo for no apparent reason, Changsun Chong really wanted to crush Muchuan to ashes.
Muchuan, if it weren't for you, how could I have suffered these crimes!
Changsun Chong slammed the wine bottle on the ground, with crazy hatred flashing in his eyes.
To be honest, if Muchuan knew about Changsun Chong's current psychological activities, he would definitely scream aggrieved.
You obviously didn't do anything, right?
Speaking of Muchuan, the meeting at Honglu Temple was finally completed.
On the way to the house, a woman came towards him, which made Muchuan's eyes light up.
"Miss Jiaoer, why are you here?"
The person who came was none other than Jiaoer.
"Mr. Mu, please stop looking, my young lady is not here."
Seeing Muchuan looking around, Jiaoer couldn't help but speak.
Muchuan smiled awkwardly and said, "I wonder if Miss Li has something important to do recently?"
"It's nothing serious. It's just that the master doesn't let the young lady go out."
Muchuan thought this explanation was quite normal.
After all, there were envoys sent from the Tang Dynasty during this period, so public security would inevitably be a little weak.
"Mr. Mu, my lady asked me to bring this to you."
Jiaoer handed a delicately crafted sachet to Muchuan.
Was this sewn by Miss Li herself?
Muchuan quickly took it, but a warmth emerged in his heart.
