Chu Qingwan was eating steamed buns, his cheeks bulging. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at him, his eyes a little confused, like a hamster that was discovered hiding food.
Mo Jingyu felt that the tip of his heart was suddenly hit, and a slight numbness brewed, and his eyebrows could not help but feel warm and soft.
He raised his hand and wiped away the debris from the corner of her mouth with his fingertips, and his tone was doting on something that neither of them noticed: "Eating a bun and smearing it on your face is like a child."
Chu Qingwan chewed a few times quickly and swallowed it in her stomach. She took a sip of the water he handed over and said, "What did you ask me just now?"
Mo Jingyu tried his best to act calm and calm: "Master Zhou wants you to wait for him. Wanwan has another appointment with him?"
Chu Qingwan said: "Not counting the appointment, he heard that we were going to Ruicheng and wanted to go with us to see the customs of Ruicheng and meet the literati."
The unhappiness in Mo Jingyu's heart came back, but the next moment he heard her say again: "I didn't promise him."
Mo Jingyu paused slightly: "Why?"
Chu Qingwan took it as a matter of course: "You are going to do business, and the team is full of my own people. How can I just let him join, what if it ruins your plan to suppress bandits?"
Although she and Zhou Mo hit it off like old friends, she knew what was right and wrong.
Zhou Mo traveled back in time for more than 20 years, and she knew nothing about his experiences and encounters. She was not sure whether he was as idle as he seemed, just a circus owner.
Regardless of whether it was outside the Great Wall or in Kyoto, there were undercurrents surging under the calm conditions. Mo Jingyu was on an errand and nothing could go wrong. If he missed something, she couldn't explain it even with her head raised.
Mo Jingyu didn't know she had thought about it so much, but he particularly liked the words "one of our own" she said, which meant that she was on his side, and Zhou Mo was the one she didn't recognize.
His mood was ups and downs, Mo Jing's eyes were full of smiles: "Aren't you fellow villagers? Are you not considered one of our own?"
Chu Qingwan blinked: "It's a long story. I'll explain it to you when I get the chance."
Mo Jingyu didn't ask any more questions.
After breakfast, the secret guard showed up to pack his bags. Chu Qingwan took a look, but Lin Yu was not there, so he asked suspiciously.
Mo Jingyu replied: "He went to do something."
Lin Yu, who was doing business, was at the inn next door and kicked open the door of Zhou Mo's room.
Zhou Mo, who was packing his luggage, jumped up in fright, but there was no surprise in his eyes. He even said with a smile: "Mr. Lin, if you knock on the door, I will open it. Such a loud noise scares me to death."
Lin Yu didn't want to follow his lead, so he put his sword on the table, sat down, poured a cup of tea, and asked expressionlessly: "Where are Mr. Zhou going?"
Zhou Mo followed Shan Ruliu and said, "Let's go to Ruicheng with you all."
After saying what came to mind, he immediately added: "I told Qingwan, and she nodded in agreement."
Lin Yu's expression suddenly became stern and he said in a cold voice: "Young Master Zhou is quite smart."
Knowing that Divine Doctor Chu was important to his prince, he deliberately moved out to suppress him.
Zhou Mo was modest: "Thank you for the praise, but I am ashamed."
Lin Yu changed the topic: "But as the saying goes, too much wisdom is too easy to die. Mr. Zhou, don't be too clever but be misled by your cleverness."
Zhou Mohun smiled nonchalantly and did not answer the question: "Master Lin is not waiting in front of the prince, so he came to the grassroots specifically. Is there something wrong?"
Lin Yu didn't answer, lowered his head to sip the tea, and suddenly threw the tea cup straight towards Zhou Mo's face.
Zhou Mo's pupils shrank slightly and he raised his hand to catch the tea cup without spilling even a drop of tea inside.
Lin Yu's eyes darkened slightly: "Young Master Zhou has great skills."
Zhou Mo shrugged: "Walking around will inevitably lead to grudges. If you don't have time to stay close to yourself, I'm afraid your head will be in a different place. Mr. Lin, isn't this illegal?"
Lin Yu did not comment, stood up and said: "Your Majesty invites Mr. Zhou to be a guest, let's go."