Feng Jiuer raised her eyes to look at Gong Xinyue and asked softly: "Do you want your brother to find out the truth?"
"Um."
Gong Xinyue nodded without hesitation.
"But Mao Linye might have laid a dragnet, I'm worried..." Qiao Mu didn't seem surprised by Gong Xinyue's answer.
"The people in Panlong Village are all men."
The corners of Gong Xinyue's mouth raised slightly.
"What's more, you are our benefactors. I think all our brothers will be obliged to do so."
"Don't worry."
Gong Xinyue leaned over and patted Feng Jiuer on the shoulder.
"I'll ask my brother to bring some herbs to find out the truth first."
"good."
Feng Jiuer nodded.
"Remember, no matter what happens, safety is the most important thing."
"Um."
Gong Xinyue took back her hand and asked, "What should we do next?
You can’t sit still and wait for death.”
"Won't."
Feng Jiuer shook her head.
"It's getting late."
She stood up and said, "Let's go cook first."
"Cook?"
Gong Xinyue also stood up.
"Um."
Feng Jiuer nodded.
"You have to do the whole thing when you're acting."
Qiao Mu added and stood up.
"For things like cooking, just stay here as my sister. We will go out for a walk and we will be back when we have dinner."
"Go ahead."
Feng Jiuer sighed lightly.
Why is she not the brother, but the sister who washes rice and cooks?
"Who told you not to grow taller!"
Qiao Mu glanced at Feng Jiuer.
Qiao Mu felt that as long as she looked at Feng Jiuer now, she would know what she was thinking.
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and glanced at the trees.
"Bring some food back, I don't have the energy to do much!"
"Know!"
Qiao Mu responded.
You need to do a full set for acting, but you really don’t need to cook too much.
Feng Jiuer meant to let Qiao Mu walk around more to collect more information.
"Jiu'er, what do you want to eat?"
Gong Xinyue didn't understand what Feng Jiuer meant.
"How can there be so many demands?"
Qiao Mu held up his long sword and looked at Gong Xinyue.
"Let's go."
Gong Xinyue looked at Feng Jiu'er, then at Qiao Mu, and nodded.
The two tied their swords behind their backs, left the main hall, and walked outside.
"Qiao Mu, actually Jiu'er can make some demands."
Gong Xinyue suddenly turned her head and said.
"I know what she likes."
Qiao Mu didn't look at her and continued to move forward.
"You know?"
Gong Xinyue frowned.
"Um."
Qiao Mu finally slowed down and patted Gong Xinyue's shoulder gently.
"Jiu'er wants us to move around more, and it's really not just for food."
"You need to get to know this guy slowly. He's quite a complicated person."
"But..." Qiao Mu slightly raised his lips, "He must be a good person and a good boss."
"Um."
Gong Xinyue nodded.
She agreed very much with Qiao Mu's last words, Jiu'er is a good person, worthy of being followed for a lifetime.
Gong Xinyue looked at Qiao Mu's profile and followed her out of the mansion gate.
"I really envy you, no! I really envy you."
"Don't be envious."
Qiao Mu smiled lightly, "It's all about human effort!"
"Let's go."
Qiao Mu glanced at the two people not far away.
Gong Xinyue didn't look over immediately, nodded, and strode away.
As soon as the two left, the two people dressed as ordinary people whom Qiao Mu had just spotted followed them.
On the other side, Du Ling opened the letter, looked at it, mounted his horse, and left with a few brothers.
After the five people entered Linzhu, Du Ling went back through another exit.
Feng Jiuer guessed right, everything was Mao Linye's conspiracy.
A day and a night passed, and the servants had no suspicious information to bring back to Mao Linye.
Feng Jiu'er, as her younger sister, is either cooking at home or working as a female celebrity.
From time to time, a person with good martial arts skills would come in to inquire, and from time to time, someone would come over to see the people inside under the pretext of delivering something.
Feng Jiuer saw everything, but remained silent.
Qiao Mu and Gong Xinyue were often outside. It seemed they couldn't stay at home and went out to hang out, but in fact they were out looking for news.
The next day, after lunch, Feng Jiuer carried a small basket and came to Mao Linye's mansion.
Perhaps because of Mao Linye's order, she went in easily.
Today's Mao Mansion is very different from yesterday's.
Yesterday, after Feng Jiuer left, the Mao family began to prepare for Mao Zhongcai's funeral.
The originally magnificent place was now filled with white cloth strips and lanterns.
Feng Jiu'er will definitely come. Mao Zhongcai's son, daughter and so on are said to be arriving in the afternoon. How could she not come?
Mao Linye respected his younger brother.
The mourning hall is located in the main hall. It is said that Mao Zhongcai was cremated at the end of the third quarter.
When Feng Jiuer entered, there were many mourners in the main hall.
She was brought in by the servants, passed through the main hall, and went to the east chamber.
Feng Jiuer and her servants walked into the courtyard of the east chamber and came to the front of the main hall.
The servant knocked on the door: "Boss, it's the little girl."
"The little girl said she made some snacks and brought them to you. Can she come in?"
"Enter."
What came out was not Mao Linye's voice, but that of another man.
The servant opened the door, looked back at Feng Jiu'er, and waved his hand.
"Little girl, please!"
Feng Jiuer nodded and walked in.
In the hall, Mao Linye was still sitting on the main seat, and there were several people sitting on both sides.
Feng Jiuer only recognized Song Shiniang, but did not recognize the rest.
Except for Mao Linye, everyone else looked at Feng Jiu'er in a more or less unfriendly way.
How long has it been, and their boss is still so obsessed with beauty that he won't be welcomed by anyone.
Only Song Shiniang looked better than the others.
When Feng Jiuer saw this, he was basically sure of his guess.
She lowered her head and came to the hall, holding the basket in front of her with both hands, bending down and bowing.
"Boss, Xiaoxiao didn't know you were busy, I... made some pastries, would you like to try them?"
After speaking, Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and looked at Mao Linye cautiously.
Mao Linye waved and whispered: "Bring it with you, I happen to be hungry."
"Um."
Feng Jiuer nodded, lowered his head, and walked up the steps.
She knelt down where she had been sitting yesterday, put down the basket, took out a plate of pastries and placed it on the table.
"Boss, please use it slowly!"
She handed Mao Linye a pair of chopsticks with both hands.
Mao Linye took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of pastry, and put it in his mouth.
The hall was very quiet, and everyone looked at the two people on the main seat in silence.
"Boss, how does it taste?"
Feng Jiuer raised her head and asked softly.
"good."
Mao Linye turned his head to look at her and nodded.
Feng Jiuer raised the corners of her mouth and smiled sweetly.
"As long as the boss likes it, Xiaoxiao doesn't know what the boss likes, so he can only make his own decisions."
"Right."
She turned her eyes, glanced at a few people in the hall, and stood up.
"Boss, I've also sent you pastries, so I won't disturb your conversation."
