Chapter 134
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More and more people had gathered in front of the High Duke's Public House. Each and every one of them had an excited expression on their faces as they waited for the good show of the Mo family's son being rejected from all sides.
"They're here!" Someone heard the noise inside the Public House and said excitedly.
The crowd was in an uproar and looked at the Public House's gate. The gate of the Public House was suddenly opened and a large number of servants came out and lined up neatly in two rows to separate the crowd.
Although Yin Kaishan passed away early, it was still a military family. The whole scene was filled with killing intent as soon as the valiant servants came out.
"Mo Jiazi is going to be in trouble this time. He has completely angered the Public House." Someone gloated.
"Young master!" Tie An immediately shielded Morton behind him. He looked at the ferocious servants of the Public House with a solemn expression. Unlike the Fish Clan's thugs, these servants were all elite veterans who had been on the battlefield. He was not afraid of one-on-one fights, but if they came in a group, he would have to kneel no matter how good he was.
"Get out of the way!"
Mo Dun pushed Tie An's body away angrily. After all, the Village Mo did not have a solid foundation. Tie An did not know what it meant to have the Central Gate open. When Mo Dun saw that the Central Gate of the House of Marquess was wide open, he immediately felt relieved. He knew that things had turned around.
"I must make up for Tie An in the future. Otherwise, this guy will definitely make a fool of himself in the future." Meton thought to himself.
"Open the gate! How is that possible? " Among the crowd, the people arranged by Zhangsun Chong were shocked. The plan was unusually smooth, but they could not understand why there was such a big deviation in the last step.
"Marquis Merton, we are honored by your presence. Please forgive us for not going out to welcome you." Old Madam Yin walked out of the door with a smile on her face. She saw Modun standing in front of the door like a pine tree. Modun was still expressionless in the face of three rejections. He stubbornly walked to Duke Yunjie's Mansion, which was already commendable.
Old Man Yin Kaishan looked at his grandson who was bruised and swollen behind him and could not help but sigh. If Duke Yunjie had a grandson like Mo Jiazi, he would not have to worry about his prosperity.
"Duke Yunjie is loyal to the king and loves his country. I have admired him for a long time. His Majesty is also deeply impressed by Duke Yunjie's great contribution to the founding of the country. He specially ordered me to come here today to complete His Majesty's task and to take this opportunity to pay respect to Duke Yunjie's heroic figure. I would like to offer an incense in front of his memorial tablet!" Since Duke Yunjie's Mansion had put on such a grand display, Modun naturally had to treat them with respect.
"His Majesty's task!" Old Madam Yin's eyes lit up when she heard this. Didn't it mean that her guess was the same? The son of the Mo family really had the confidence to draw the portrait.
"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty. Yin Family will definitely repay Your Majesty's kindness." Old Madam Yin bowed respectfully in the direction of the palace.
"His Majesty's Majesty's Majesty!" Everyone in the Yin Family bowed.
Among all the meritorious officials, the Yin Family lived the most difficult life. Yin Kaishan and Mo Lie both died too early and didn't leave any political inheritance. What was more unfortunate was that Yin Kaishan didn't have any children and only his nephew took over.
It could be said that the establishment of the Lingyan Pavilion made the unstable Duke Yunjie's Mansion rich for at least a hundred years. And it was Meton who proposed the establishment of the Lingyan Pavilion. How could Old Man Yin Kaishan not have a good impression of Meton?
Old Man Yin Kaishan took a deep breath and suppressed the excitement in his heart. He smiled and said, "Marquis Merton, please! If Kaishan knew that such a talent came to visit, he would be very gratified in the underworld. "
"Old Man Yin Kaishan, please!" Meton declined, but Old Man Yin Kaishan grabbed him and walked into the Duke Yunjie's Mansion side by side.
Seeing the gate of the Duke Yunjie's Mansion closed heavily, all the onlookers were dumbfounded. They were all here to laugh at Mo Jiazi being rejected by the nobles. How come the situation suddenly reversed?
Instead of rejecting Mo Jiazi, the Yin Family opened the gate and welcomed Mo Jiazi in.
"Quick, send the news back." All the spies sent the news back one after another.
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"What? That stupid Yin Yuan actually let Mo Jiazi in? "In the Jieshi Square, three people who were drinking and having fun stared at the messenger.
"Old Man Yin Kaishan personally opened the gate and welcomed Mo Jiazi into the mansion." The messenger explained the situation in detail.
"How is that possible? Old Man Yin Kaishan is muddle-headed. Didn't we promise him that? We asked Mr. Yan to paint a portrait of Duke Yunjie. He is in a sea of people now. Does he not want the portrait of Duke Yunjie after Mo Jiazi entered the mansion? "Du He said incredulously.
In his opinion, this plan was foolproof. Moreover, the Qu Tu Family and the Zhang Family were very cooperative in driving Mo Jiazi away. Why did it change when it came to the Yin Family?
Zhangsun Chong and Yan Xingjian looked at each other and couldn't help but feel a little gloomy.
"Uncle once said that he had never seen Duke Yunjie!" Yan Xingjian gritted his teeth and said. This matter couldn't be concealed, so he had to tell the truth.
"Ah!" Du He was stunned. "That's to say, even Mr. Yan can't paint a portrait of Duke Yunjie."
Yan Xingjian nodded bitterly.
Du He looked at Zhangsun Chong who didn't look surprised at all. Obviously, he also knew this matter. Du He suddenly understood the ins and outs of this matter.
Zhangsun Chong knew that Yan Liben couldn't paint a portrait of Yin Kaishan, but he went to make a promise. Old Man Yin Kaishan saw through it and finally put the bet on Mo Jiazi. However, these two people actually joined hands to hide it from him, so he was the last to know.
"Brother Du, don't worry! Since even Mr. Yan can't paint a portrait of Duke Yunjie, do you think Mo Jiazi can do it? "Zhangsun Chong comforted.
Du He was a little relieved. However, thinking of Mo Jiazi's evil nature and the fact that many impossible things could always happen in his hands, he felt uneasy. However, it was useless to say anything now. He could only continue to wait for the news.
In Duke Yunjie's Mansion.
Meton respectfully saluted and lit incense in front of Yin Kaishan's coffin. After that, Meton and Old Man Yin Kaishan went to the living room and sat down.
After drinking tea, Old Man Yin Kaishan couldn't wait to ask, "Marquis Merton, please forgive me for speaking bluntly. Kaishan has passed away for ten years and didn't leave a portrait. I wonder how Marquis can paint a portrait."
Immediately, everyone in the Yin Mansion stared at Meton. Everyone held their breath and was extremely nervous.
Meton put down the teacup, looked around and said seriously, "Since I dare to come to the Yin Mansion, I naturally have the confidence to paint a portrait of Duke Yunjie."
Immediately, everyone was in an uproar and looked at Meton in disbelief.
"Marquis Merton has never seen my father. How can he paint a portrait of someone he has never seen before?" Yin Yuan questioned with disbelief.
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