Mrs. Chu took Chu Chuyan and Mo Siyu's hands: "Yan'er, Mr. Yu, I will go with you."
The counselor smiled: "Madam, don't worry, the high priest will order the two of you to be sent back tomorrow morning, and everything will be fine."
Mo Siyu cupped his hands to the counselor: "My lord, can someone bring me my medical kit?"
The counselor nodded: "Okay."
Mo Siyu asked Yuehua to go to the bedroom to get her medical bag, Yuehua left with tears in her eyes, and soon came back with Mo Siyu's medical bag.
Mo Siyu threw the medical bag to Chu Chuyan: "Help me hold it."
With that said, he got on his horse and went on his own.
Chu Chuyan was so angry that he ground his teeth: "..."
Holding the medical bag, Chu Chuyan had no choice but to get on the horse. After bidding farewell to the Chu family, he chased Mo Siyu away...
The mansion where the high priest lives is very majestic and majestic, with an antique architectural style, as if returning to the ancient dynasty.
When the carriage entered the courtyard, Mo Siyu turned over and got off the horse, and saw the tall carriage slowly descending. After the high priest got off, he turned around and hugged him with a fox fur blanket.
Only now did Mo Siyu realize that there was actually another person sleeping in this spacious car.
No need to think about it, it must be the deceased wife of the high priest.
This person is really perverted enough that he will bring this corpse with him whenever he travels officially.
Mo Siyu really wanted to take a peek at what the woman looked like, but Chu Chuyan covered her eyes.
Chu Chuyan warned in a low voice: "Just because of this curiosity, the well-behaved Chu family insisted on taking the initiative to send the head here, what do you think?
Haven't you heard that curiosity can kill you? "
Mo Siyu pulled Chu Chuyan's hand away: "I just don't want you to be implicated because of me. Don't you see that when someone speaks, they are actually targeting me?"
Chu Chuyan: "Are you actually just worried about me?"
"Of course, why don't I come out?" Mo Siyu leaned on Chu Chuyan's body as if he had no bones, and looked at the person wrapped in fox fur with piercing eyes.
Unfortunately, nothing was seen.
Chu Chuyan gave her a push: "Stand still."
Mo Siyu barely stood up straight, and asked: "Brother Yan, if the woman you like died suddenly, would you do the same?
Sharing a bed with a dead body, treating him like a living person? "
Chu Chuyan frowned: "Of course not, it's best to be buried in peace."
After a pause, he said again: "Why should I answer such a stupid question like yours?"
The housekeeper came over, "Please, please, the high priest is waiting for you in the conservatory."
Mo Siyu looked around, pulled Chu Chuyan, and followed the butler into the greenhouse.
The so-called conservatory is actually a relatively small white room with only a small glass window embedded in the wall.
The fire was blazing in the fireplace, and the heat radiated from the fireplace, making this small room as warm as spring.
There is a double bed, a desk, a chair and a wheelchair inside.
The woman was lying on the bed, covered with a thin fox fur blanket, and her hair was woven delicately.
The high priest held a pot of mud ointment in his hand, dipped the ointment with a small brush, and carefully applied it on the woman's face. When Mo Siyu came in, the woman's face was already covered by the grass-scented ointment Living.
In the warm air, there is the sweet smell of the pleasant smell of green grass.
Is this... skin care, beauty?
Mo Siyu stared at this scene, tens of thousands of alpacas were running past in his mind, and he blurted out, "What is the high priest doing?"