Chu Chuyan thought that Mo Siyu was really scared, so he rescued him and said, "Brother Yu looked a little reckless in the past, but after all, he is not very old, and the aura of the high priest is too strong. It is not uncommon for Brother Yu to be timid and afraid. .

Can I accompany Young Master Yu to the Priest's Mansion?

If not, I can stand outside the gate of the priest's mansion and wait for Brother Yu to come out. "

Zhuang Qingyun's mission is to invite Mo Siyu, as for the others, everything is easy to talk about, so he nodded and agreed on his own: "Of course, please come with me."

Chu Chu bid farewell to the elders, and followed them on the chariot seat.

Because of what happened last time, Patriarch Chu and Mrs. Chu were not as worried and anxious as they were the first time. They sent them to the door and watched the people from the priest's residence leave in a mighty manner.

Mrs. Chu stared at the backs of the two people leaving, and asked, "Master, what do you think will happen if the high priest condescends and takes the initiative to find this child?"

"What else can I do? It's nothing more than a matter of medical skills." Patriarch Chu shook his head: "I hope it's not what I thought. Fortunately, this child will leave tomorrow."

Hearing that Mo Siyu was going to leave, Mrs. Chu didn't object like she did at the beginning, and she spoke carefully: "Master, Chu Yan has been traveling around with his grandfather since he was a child, and he is used to traveling everywhere.

Since you want to send Young Master Yu back to Jincheng, why not let Chu Yan go to Jincheng with Young Master Yu.

I always feel that the sky in Yuecheng is about to change. "

Patriarch Chu took the initiative to hold Mrs. Chu's hand, "I had the same idea at first, but I was just afraid that you would be reluctant to say it first, after all, the time this child stayed by your side is too short.

If you are willing, let Chuyan go to Jincheng with this child to stay.

With Chuyan's ability, sooner or later he will settle down in Jincheng. "

Mo Siyu sat on the chariot seat, a little unhappy.

It was completely puzzling, what on earth did the high priest have to talk to her about.

It is impossible for the two of them to chat together, they should be deadly enemies.

Seeing her lifeless expression, Chu Chuyan held her hand.

Mo Siyu leaned his head on Chu Chuyan's shoulder, closed his eyes and meditated: "It's time to wake me up, I'm sleepy."

Hearing this, Chu Chuyan let her lean on her, picked up the cloak on his arm, and put it on Mo Siyu.

Zhuang Qingyun was sitting upright, looking ahead, but the corner of his eye caught this scene, and he tsk-tsk in his heart: The last time I saw the two, I felt that the relationship was very close, and now not only did not avoid suspicion, but became closer.

No wonder I have to accompany you when you come to the priest's mansion, you really don't want to be separated for a moment.

This is also good, two of them at once, can be regarded as knowing the weakness of the two of them.

After entering the gate of the priest's mansion, the chariot was parked in the yard. Mo Siyu was woken up by Chu Chuyan, after yawning, stretched his arms, and jumped out of the car following Zhuang Qingyun.

The butler greeted him like a smiling Buddha, and led a few people in.

When I arrived at the Nuan Pavilion, I saw the high priest sitting at the desk dealing with a thick stack of documents. Beside him was a large chair covered with a whole piece of white fox fur blanket. A woman was neatly dressed, Leaning on the chair, slightly closing his eyes, clasping his hands.

No need to guess, Mo Siyu knew that this person was Qin Wuyan's first wife, Mrs. Qin Zhuang Xiaoyu.

It's just that today's Zhuang Xiaoyu seems to be dressed in a particularly grand manner, not only wearing a full set of jasper and jadeite jewelry, but also wearing a lady's costume that matches Qin Wuyan's priestly costume.

Zhuang Xiaoyu's body was dressed in the dark and heavy priest's wife's costume embroidered with gold thread, adding a sense of dignity and solemnity...