Chapter 342 - Master Is Only Ten Years Old (1)

At the same time, another person had also received the news, it was Gong Che.

When he received the letter Jin Yun had sent him, his heart became restless!

The reason Mo'er designed the blueprint this way was for the purpose of connecting Da Yu's waterway to Yuheng's waterway. The first reason was for smuggling and the second reason was because she wished that the four major countries would have trading relations with one another.

Jin Yun has been constructing the canal in accordance to the blueprint Mo'er had left behind, could it be that Mo'er... is in Yuheng?!

Because he was afraid that he might scare her away, so Gong Che intentionally told them that he would send someone else to contact them. If Mo'er was really involved in this matter and if she really was in Yuheng, then she would definitely be one of the people that Jin Yun would send over!

Gong Yimo thought that this would be a simple and safe trip, yet she had no idea that there were already two tigers eyeing her like a prey.

It wasn't that she hadn't thought of that, but it was rather because she didn't expect so attentive to each and every one of her movements. As a result, she had let her guard down.

Gong Yimo ate the noodles one big mouthful after another, playing the role of a man perfectly.

"Have you heard? Landlord Zhang's strange disease has been unexpectedly cured by someone!"

Another voice hurriedly asked, "Who is it? Who is this skilled person?"

"I'm not sure... I heard that it was an immortal-like young man who had saved him with just a pill. I heard that his appearance is extremely beautiful..."

Gong Yimo didn't listen carefully. The world was so big, so it wasn't uncommon or surprising that there would be a few outstanding individuals.

After she finished her noodles, she was prepared to leave. However, because she was a foodie, she had swiped clean all the food that was for sale. This was one of the times that she was grateful for having her own space!

The leaves were green and oily in the summer, but it was still comfortable walking in the forest. She was riding a horse, the horse moved forward unhurriedly as she ate a sugar coated bread. The horse beneath her would stop from time to time to eat the grass.

It didn't take long until someone blocked her path.

It was a youngster dressed in a fluttering white robe; he had on a mask that only a young child would like. The mask was incompatible with his clothes and temperament.