Chu Chuyan lowered his eyes and glanced at Mo Siyu's hand tightly gripping his clothes, and pulled her to follow behind the steward, asking inadvertently, "Since the road over there is blocked and you can't get out, the steward How did you come out from there just now?

The wing rooms here seem to be warehouses, no one lives there, right? "

Seeing the two people coming, the housekeeper said slowly, "Of course no one lives there, I just went to check some things inside.

Hearing footsteps coming here, he thought someone had entered here, so he hurried out. "

Chu Chuyan asked again: "Then did you hear any sound?"

"Of course I heard it." The butler said calmly, "Didn't I just say that? I heard your footsteps."

Chu Chuyan wanted to continue asking, but Mo Siyu stopped her. She shook her head slightly at Chu Chuyan.

Chu Chuyan stopped asking any more questions.

The two of them followed the butler to the Nuan Pavilion, where the lights were brightly lit, and the bright candles burning on the walls were covered by glazed lamps, like daytime.

Mo Siyu placed two large jars of creams on the table: "These two jars of creams are enough for Madam to use for a while. Different seasons use different creams. When they run out, it will probably be next spring. If I come to Yuecheng , and continue to configure it for Madam."

Qin Wuyan was planning his own affairs in his position, and he was about to finish reviewing a thick pile of documents.

Hearing this, he put down his pen, picked up one of the cans of face cream, put it under his nose and smelled it, the faint fragrance was refreshing and pleasant, not overpowering.

It happened to be the taste that my wife liked.

Qin Wuyan nodded in satisfaction, raised his eyes to look at Mo Siyu, and asked, "I prepared a face cream for the priest's wife. As a thank you, you can ask the priest for something, or make a request. If the priest can help you do it, he will help you do it."

Mo Siyu didn't dare to touch Qin Wuyan's favor, so he quickly waved his small hands and refused: "You're welcome, the high priest has already thanked me."

Qin Wuyan did not expect her to say this, "When did I thank you?"

"When I just came, the high priest promised me that the Lie family would not trouble me and the Chu family because of the death of those guards in the future. This is the best thanks." Mo Siyu looked at the dark outside. Tian: "It's getting late, why don't you ask the high priest to send us back to Chu's house?"

"It's so late, why don't you stay for one night?"

"No, I don't like the bed, I can't sleep well outside." Mo Siyu babbled casually.

Hearing this, the housekeeper turned his head and gave Mo Siyu a speechless look.

A person who can sleep on the chariot with the sound of the young master of the Chu family snoring, will recognize the bed?

This reason is too ridiculous, right?

For our High Priest who sees everything, can't we find a reason to be more careful?

Just when the steward thought that Qin Wuyan would expose Mo Siyu, unexpectedly, Qin Wuyan agreed and said to him, "Go prepare the chariot seat and send the two of you back."

The housekeeper responded and left the warm pavilion.

Qin Wuyan stood up, sent the two of them to the gate of the courtyard, and said softly: "It's dark and snowy, be careful along the way, there will be a meeting later."

Mo Siyu and Chu Chuyan got on the chariot, and although it was getting late, they finally left the priest's mansion.

Qin Wuyan looked at the direction in which the two were going, and asked the butler standing behind him: "What's going on?"

"The two of them almost went to the restricted area, but luckily they were stopped by the old slave." The steward replied tremblingly: "But they must have heard something, but when I asked, neither of them would say... ..”