Is there anyone who blackmails others like you?
After the theft of the chests, the troupe was extremely cautious that night. Worried that something might happen again, they left at the crack of dawn.
Before they left, Sanniang converted the price of the three chests into silver.
The old leader held the compensation money in his hands. His anger dissipated and he left happily.
It was said that Miss Zhan Mo left a note for Mo Ruo before she left.
What was written on it, no one knew!
Not long after, the sun rose and Jing Rong gave the order to depart.
She saw Sanniang standing in front of Mo Ruo's door, her back leaning against the mahogany fence. Her fair arm was stretched out, a yellowed note held between her index and middle fingers.
It was swaying back and forth!
It was as if she was playing with something interesting.
Mo Ruo opened the door and stretched lazily. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw Sanniang standing outside.
"You're awake?" Sanniang asked gently.
Mo Ruo sneered coldly, his gaze fixed on the note in her hand.
"You have something for me?"
"You guessed it right. It's for you."
"The recipe for brewing wine?"
"Something more interesting than the recipe."
Mo Ruo rubbed his chin. "Could it be the deed to this inn? Sanniang, you're really generous. Then I'll gladly accept. "
He reached out for it.
San Niang, on the other hand, pulled back her fair arm and hid the note behind her back.
Then …
She took two steps forward and stood in front of Mo Ruo. She looked up at him and smiled wickedly.
"You want it?"
"…"
Sanniang brought the note to her nose and sniffed it.
Then …
She said in a strange tone, "There's a woman's fragrance on it."
'Woman?'
Mo Ruo was curious.
Sanniang continued, "That girl was really considerate. To thank you for saving her, she left this for you before the sun rose. She even told me to hand it to you personally."
As she spoke, she waved the letter in her hand.
Mo Ruo snatched it away.
Open it!
There were only three sentences written on the letter.
Many thanks, Young Master. If fate allows us to meet again, I will definitely repay your kindness.
His handwriting could be considered delicate, but his brushwork was not mature enough. He should not be someone who had been writing for a long time.
After reading it, he folded the letter and hid it in his sleeve.
Sanniang leaned towards him, raising her eyebrows as she asked, "How is it? What kind of touching poem did the sickly girl write? "
The corners of Mo Ruo's mouth curled up. He looked at her, shook his head, and sighed. "What a pity. I thought it was a recipe for wine or the deed to this inn."
"Disappointed?"
"A little."
At this moment, Lang Po began to shout from downstairs.
"Teacher Ji, Young Master Mo, the carriage is ready outside. It's time to set off."
Teacher Ji?
Mo Ruo and Sanniang turned around at the same time.
His eyes met Ji Yunshu's, who was waiting to watch a good show.
Sanniang hurriedly said to her, "So young master has woken up? Why didn't you say anything? "
He jumped in fright!
Ji Yunshu nodded faintly. She did not say anything, and quietly went downstairs.
They heard Sanniang's mocking words from above, "It's rare to see such a virtuous young master in this world. Treasuring his words like gold. How rare."
Mo Ruo also went downstairs.
The group set off from the inn when the sky was just starting to brighten.
Zhao Huai's men also left.
Seeing that everyone had left, Sanniang leaned against the counter, her fingers fiddling with the abacus on it. Her eyebrows drooped, revealing a sly expression.
"Sooner or later, I'll get my lost business back with interest."
… …
After leaving the inn, the carriage traveled on the official road for half a day.
The weather in May and June was scorching hot by noon, even to the point of being stuffy.
Even sitting in the carriage, it was unbearable.
Wei Yi tugged at his clothes, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "It's so hot."
Ji Yunshu could only find a piece of paper and patiently fan him.
"Shu 'er, aren't you hot?"
She shook her head.
"I slept with Brother Lang last night, but he kept squeezing me. I'm sore all over, and it's so hot. I pushed him for a long time, but he didn't budge."
Grumble!
She laughed.
"Shu 'er, can I sleep with you? You're small and don't take up much space, so it won't be too crowded. Also … "He held Ji Yunshu's hand as he spoke," Shu 'er, your hands are very cold, and so is your body. If I sleep with you, I won't feel hot. "
"Brat, what are you thinking?"
Ji Yunshu knocked him on the head and pulled her hand out.
Wei Yi clutched his head, blinking his eyes. "Shu 'er, don't you want to sleep with me?"
Shame!
She really did not know how to answer him.
If she randomly came up with an excuse, this brat would probably take it seriously.
Might as well …
She did not answer.
Knock, knock …
Someone knocked on the carriage from the outside.
Ji Yunshu lifted the curtain and saw Lang Po pass in a water pouch.
"Teacher Ji, you must be thirsty. Drink some water."
She took it. "Thank you."
"Oh right, Teacher Ji, His Highness asked me to ask you if you want to stop and rest for a while?"
"No need."
Just as he finished speaking, Wei Yi poked his head out and shouted, "I want to rest."
He did not wait for Lang Po's reply before jumping up and down, "I want to get off the carriage, I want to get off the carriage."
To …
The coachman heard him and pulled on the reins.
Wei Yi jumped off the carriage a moment later and took a few deep breaths.
"Young Master Wei, are you alright?" Lang Po asked.
"I'm very hot."
"The weather is like this. Why don't you ride with me? At least there will be some wind. "
"But I don't know how to."
"Don't worry, I'll teach you."
"I don't want to. I want to ride with Shu 'er," Wei Yi said.
Ji Yunshu also poked her head out and said to him, "Wei Yi, if you're tired, we can rest here for a while."
"I'm not tired, just hot."
"Then get on the carriage, I'll fan you. When the sun sets, it won't be hot anymore. That way, we can arrive at Anfu by one o 'clock."
Wei Yi thought for a moment and nodded. Just as he was about to get on the carriage, he suddenly thought of something.
He turned around and glared at Lang Po, stretching out his hand, "Didn't you say that you would return my money when we reach the relay station? You didn't give it to me yesterday, so give it to me now. "
'Acting like a creditor!'
'This brat has a good memory.'
Where did Lang Po get so much money? He touched his empty pouch, his cheeks twitching.
Just then, Jing Rong poked his head out from the carriage in front and asked, "What's wrong?"
Lang Po dismounted and ran over, lowering his voice to the side of the carriage. "Your Highness, Young Master Wei wants money from me. Fifty-three taels. I don't have enough money on me, this …"
"You don't have it?"
"Mm."
"Then let's borrow it."
What?
Lang Po said pitifully and aggrievedly, "Your Highness, you were the one who took Young Master Wei's money. I didn't even take a single tael. If you throw this matter to me, I won't be able to handle it."
Jing Rong pretended to nod and pondered for a moment. "How about this, this Prince will lend you fifty-three taels. You can return it to him and deduct the money from your salary."
'Damn it, how can you extort people like this?'
Lang Po had the urge to strangle him to death.
However, he didn't have the guts to do so.
Thus, he could only admit defeat.
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