The rapid sound of horse hooves woke up the Gu clan members on both sides of the street.
They had heard of the recent turmoil in the imperial court.
So when I heard this unusual noise, I quietly opened the door and peeked through the crack in the door.
I saw a group of strong young men riding tall horses, surrounding the gate of Guhou Mansion.
The man in front, with long legs and narrow waist, jumped off his horse neatly and knocked on the door.
The door opened and he asked with a straight face: "Who is it?"
The man's voice was neither too loud nor too soft: "I am from the Prime Minister's Mansion. I have something to pay my respects to Mr. Taichang Temple."
The Gu clan members breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was not a serious matter of confiscating their homes and exterminating their clan.
At the same time, seeing the strong body shape and large number of Montessori children, I couldn't help but be very envious.
People are prospering, but their numbers are getting smaller and smaller, and they are almost extinct.
The elderly tribesmen sighed and ordered the young people: "Close the door, close the door, sleep, sleep, don't get caught in the rain and get sick again."
The young people closed the door in silence, and all they could think about was how to live longer, how to become stronger, and have more children.
The chief steward of the Guhou Mansion couldn't find Gu Yilan in the house. He was anxious to see anyone and asked: "Where is the Ninth Master? Where is the Ninth Master?"
Suddenly I saw Gu Yilan suddenly appear in front of me like a ghost: "What's the matter?"
Everyone was startled and exchanged glances. Where did Master Jiu suddenly appear?
Gu Yilan didn't care about their expressions. When she heard that Meng and others were visiting, she smiled and said, "Please come in."
Meng and others left in fear.
Guhou Mansion in the rain and fog looked like a fairy cave.
It was obviously full of people, but it was still and quiet.
On those seemingly deserted paths and corners, a person often pops out unexpectedly.
Holding a lantern, smiling, neatly dressed, and eyes brighter than the lantern.
A Montessori disciple couldn't help but touch the goose bumps on his arm and whispered: "Why does it feel like Guhou's Mansion is different from before?"
Gu's servant who was leading the way seemed to have a soft ear: "Of course it's different. Master Jiu is in charge now."
Meng and the others all shut their mouths and did not dare to speak.
In the bright hall, Gu Yilan, dressed in white clothes, sat on a chair with a smile like a flower.
I felt that the former priest in front of me was completely different from before.
Especially those eyes, which are so dark that they seem to penetrate people's hearts at a glance.
Even scarier than Gu Fenglin.
Perhaps it can be said that Gu Fenglin is a normal person, but Gu Yilan is no longer like a normal person.
He did not dare to look at Gu Yilan, so he explained his intention in a few words, and took out the Geng Tie: "I would also like to ask the Lord of Taichang Temple to take the time to make it happen and pick a good day."
Gu Yilan lowered her eyes and looked at the two Geng Tie, and smiled slightly: "Alin said it was a sign of great misfortune? Can't you choose a good life?"
Meng felt ominous, but also held out some hope: "Jiang is old and hot. After all, you are knowledgeable and talented..."
Before he could finish his good words, Gu Yilan had already picked up the Geng Tie, facing the light, and said loudly: "It's okay, I'll just watch it with you."
Gu Yilan picked up the pen, wrote and drew on the red paper, and finally smiled brightly: "I've picked it, it's a good day."
At first glance, it turned out to be the ninth day of April next year.
This date is inexplicably familiar.
He frowned and looked at Gu Yilan: "My lord, please clear up any doubts."