The guards saw that Mo Siyu's face not only showed no fear at all, but showed a bit of interest on the contrary, he was a little hard to say, and didn't know how to answer.
The guards guarding the door looked at each other and said, "Young Master Yu, the young master said..."
"I know, I know." Mo Siyu interrupted the guard: "But the person the high priest wants to see is me, if I don't go to see him today, what if I am secretly captured later?
Besides, your young master should not be the opponent of the high priest, so hurry up and take me to take a sneak peek. I will come forward when your young master can't stand it anymore. If I can stand it, I will hide... .”
The guard couldn't squeeze Mo Siyu, and was stunned by her penetrating tongue, and followed them to the front yard.
The high priest had a great show.
The pink curtain hangs down on the luxurious car pulled by eight horses, covering the people lying inside.
The high priest leaned against the wall of the car, with a white fox-fur blanket on his lap, swaying slowly as the wheels rolled.
Guards with knives were neatly lined up at the front and back of the car.
Mo Siyu hid behind the pillar and stared at the people on the carriage. After the carriage stopped, the curtain was lifted by a slender finger with sharp knuckles, revealing the person sitting inside.
The man was wearing a solemn priestly costume representing power and status, and a matching black hat inlaid with gold rims and red gemstones on his head.
Although Mo Siyu has seen many handsome men, the handsome man in front of him still cannot be ignored. The black robe trimmed with gold and embroidered with dark gold thread is worn on the man's body, which sets off his face even more. Like a crown jade, with a body like a bamboo, full of momentum.
Calculating according to his age, the man should be over thirty, but he looks calm enough, but his appearance seems to be fixed at the age of twenty-five or six. Mature.
Mo Siyu silently thought: This trip is not a loss, so the high priest looks so good-looking, but his heart is too dark, and indeed some people can't just look at the skin.
Under Mo Siyu's treatment, the Patriarch of the Chu family has recovered, but his legs and feet are still not very convenient. At this moment, Mrs. Chu is pushing a wheelchair to stand in the front.
Chu Chuyan and Chu Chusheng stood on either side of Patriarch Chu, one on the left and the other on the right.
Seeing that the curtain was lifted, Patriarch Chu led all the people behind him to greet him and began to kneel and worship.
The high priest looked at the black one kneeling down, his sight was like a long sword piercing through a hole, and flew directly to Mo Siyu who was hiding behind the pillar.
Mo Siyu was startled suddenly: Oops, I just came here, but I was discovered.
But Mo Siyu had always been thick-skinned and used to it, and continued to hide behind the pillar with the attitude of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, but refused to show his face.
The two guards were scared to death: "Young Master Yu, the high priest seems to have seen you, what should we do?"
"The high priest has never seen me, so he definitely doesn't know me, so just pretend he didn't see me?" Mo Siyu comforted the two guards behind him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, he won't eat you, what are you afraid of?" .”
The two guards didn't expect Mo Siyu to be so courageous, they knelt on the ground, not daring to say anything.
After waiting for a while, before the high priest asked them to get up, the cold sweat on Master Chu's forehead slipped from the corner of his forehead and dripped onto the ground.
Chu Chuyan raised his head and glanced inside the car.
The winter wind blew through the curtain, revealing a pair of feet wearing exquisite embroidered shoes, judging from the size, they are women's feet...