Ji Mo and the six Kuding, as she hurried along, crossed several bridges in the blink of an eye.

The journey was safe, Ji Mo looked at the nave on the other side of the water, and suddenly remembered that since the Song envoy had already summoned the envoy of the Ping family, I wonder if the envoy of the new lord would also go to the Song boat to ask for a meeting?

At this time, I heard her pout.

There was a sound of talking coming from the last section of the wide plank bridge ahead.

On the road that should have been empty, a Fusang maid actually walked over from the covered bridge. She seemed to have returned from the nave of the council, calling the little temple slave.

"Who?"

The voice of the puzzled Fuso woman came, carrying the deliberately prolonged slowness that was popular among the nobles of the Heian capital.

It shows the leisure and elegance of a noble person.

Ji Qingchen, who has been a temple slave for three years, has already judged as soon as he heard her speaking habits: although she is a maid, her status is not low.

She herself should be born as a magistrate or a lady like the national guard, and of course it is very likely that she was born out of wedlock. And the place where she works as a maid can only be the top family in Ping'an Capital.

Ji Mo stopped with her, watching from a distance, vigilant in her heart, and the maid looked over to her.

The little temple slave with the lantern froze still, as if she had been forced to ask and didn't know how to answer at all.

Because the maid held the lamp in her hand, Ji Qingchen vaguely saw her approximate dress at a glance.

A little light illuminated her in a silk pot with a green cypress leaf pattern and a white background, and also showed her dignified figure with long hair tied behind her head and stepping on clogs.

Just look at the black eyebrows she drew with charcoal after shaving her eyebrows, and her powdered face and cherry-red lips, you can know that she never does rough work.

She is in the family. A senior maid who only accompanies Ji Jun to read and look at the moon, and takes care of the master's skirt and clothes in the inner room.

Because they were separated by more than ten zhang of water, they couldn't really see each other clearly, so Ji Qingchen was not in a hurry.

"Big Lady ......"

Ji Mo whispered.

At this distance, it was dark and uninhabited on all sides, and the other party was just a handless maid.

He could have sneaked up and taken her down without alarming anyone.

"No, you don't."

She chuckled.

"I didn't mean that. There should be a messenger from the new lord of Fuso in the temple? ”

During this time period. There shouldn't have been a guest maid. Even if they leave the guest house, they should go to the kitchen to prepare the host's night food. A normal maid should not return from the direction of the proceedings in the middle hall.

Ji Mo was stunned for a moment, and heard the meaning of her words.

Could it be that the messenger is this woman?

The little temple slave was explaining something to the senior maid. The eyes of the maid in the green cypress leaf pot kept looking at their line, and the doubts in their eyes did not change much.

Ji Mo was a little worried and impatient, but she shook the level with a smile and gave him a look.

He turned his head to look.

Under the covered bridge, another temple slave with a lantern came out. Older and taller, he seems to be the leader of the temple slave who has been waiting for a long time. He stepped forward. In place of the small temple slave, Xiang and the maid continued.

"It's too close to the nave, don't alarm the monks."

Her head and face were hidden in the hood of her cloak, unhurried, patiently waiting for the temple slave to make up an identity for their group. Let her and Ji Moshun walk through the nave,

"I also hope that she will be the messenger of the new country."

The island of Kyushu was the birthplace of the Heike family, and it was an extremely dangerous place for the envoys of the new lineage. She was not surprised that she had sent a woman to the temple to test the temptation if she did not send a samurai.

This maid and Zhuma Temple should have a special relationship that she does not know. Her status as an emissary can be accepted and believed by the monks.

And of course the messenger is still to come.

Coincidentally, she exchanged a look with Ji Mo, and she couldn't help but think of the envoy of Lou outside Tangfang.

Although the Quanzhou monks were taken down by her people, there must have been monks and officials in the Zhuma Temple who were bought by them. As long as there are monks and officials, Lou Yun can of course get some news about Fusang that maybe even she doesn't know.

He also knew that the new lord of Heian Capital had sent an envoy?

She didn't laugh back.

Ji Mo saw this moment of being blocked and suspicious, she actually laughed, and couldn't help but whisper in confusion:

"Big lady, ......?"

What he cares about is not the state envoy, but the two monks and officials, Fa Zhi and Fa Xian, which one was bought?

"I think the envoy has to go ashore."

She gathered her cloak and hood, stared at the Fusang maid, and whispered,

"The envoy was too cautious and unwilling to get involved in the civil strife in Fusang, so he refused to go ashore. The Chen family had no way to convince him. ”

Ji Mo understood in his heart, if this family business was smooth, why did Chen Wenchang quietly send the letter and his belongings over?

The reason, of course, is that Lou Yun did not agree to enter the workshop.

"I have to protect the media in this family business-isn't the messenger of the new lord a good excuse?"

As she spoke, the leader of the temple slaves on the bridge did not know what to say to the maid, and she rolled her eyes and seemed to be persuaded at last.

I saw her bow her head and stand sideways by the bridge.

Ji Qingchen knew that she meant to give way, so he also walked forward and walked in the direction of the covered bridge where the maid was.

Ji Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief and whispered:

"The eldest lady can rest assured, the eyeliner arranged by the envoy on the ship, and the second letter of the eldest lady will be delivered to the hands of the eldest lady in the hands of the prince of Wenchang just waiting for the opportunity. He would not have missed this opportunity to convince his uncle. ”

Ji Mo felt that Chen Wenchang was six or seven points willing to do this family business.

And the Quanzhou branch of Tangfang, long before the five ships of the Chen family left Quanzhou Port, they used enough gold and sand to buy a small boat surnamed Chen who scrubbed the shipboard.

The boatman had another text message from the eldest lady to Chen Wenchang in his hand.

In that second letter, she only greeted Chen Wenchang for her hard work all the way, and did not mention anything else at all.

Just like Chen Wenchang suddenly sent a lychee flower rope over, what the letter said was also a common thing.

The marriage of the two surnames, dowry and other things, of course, have Mr. Li and Chen Hong to discuss. The eldest lady and Chen Wenchang, the two main masters, know how to be measured, as long as they tactfully express their favor to each other, it is enough to express their sincerity to each other.

In her first letter, she asked Chen Wenchang about the Quanzhou shipwright. It was also written for Lou Yun.

And after Chen Wenchang receives the second letter, he will definitely ask the little boatman a few words. In the gossip that Xiaochuan Ding can tell him, in addition to Tang Fang's condition that Lou Yun enter the Fang to protect the media, he also puts forward tangible benefits:

After this family affair was decided, the eldest lady would divide the river control into ten shares, three of which she would bring to the Chen family as a dowry.

Ji Mo felt that this matter was just right, just because Ji Qingchen knew that it was for this dowry. Even if Chen Hong made up an excuse, he had to persuade Lou Yun to come forward in person. In order to protect the media, he landed in Tangfang.

What's more, now, is it an excuse to send it to the door?

On the broad bridge, the maid of Fuso retreated to the side. According to the etiquette of the Fusang family, as a maid, she is making way for the noble.

Ji Qingchen remained silent, still walking forward at the pace just now, surrounded by Ji Mo and Kuding.

Ji Mo was on guard. But I'm not worried about being seen through.

The eldest lady's whole body was hidden in a delicate Song silk cloak, which was a luxury that could not be used by non-Fusang nobles.

Plus the grass cloak that is common to the servants on them. Their group is too much like the most common gold owner in Zhuma Temple:

It is a master and seven servants, Ji Jun and his retainers who escaped from home in the middle of the night and secretly entered the temple to incense.

Seeing that she was about to pass by, the maid of Bai Ye, regardless of whether she had any suspicions or not, still lowered her head according to etiquette. Make way for her.

She also deliberately raised her hand and half-covered her face with her sleeve sideways.

This move made Ji Qingchen suspicious in his heart.

A variety of high-ranking maids in the guest courtyard of the resident temple. She saw a lot when she was a temple slave.

Even if they are not from a low background, they are young ladies who guard the country. But it still reveals the local living habits of Fuso country. They basically don't have the etiquette of avoiding suspicion between men and women.

In the guest house of the back temple, in the middle of the night, there are always men who come to spend the night by appointment, and she has long been surprised.

She Ji Qingchen is a woman, and the maid in front of her doesn't even show her face?

This woman abides by such strict women's etiquette from the Han land, but she is only a high-ranking maid?

If she is really a maid, she only explains the identity of her master, and she will never be under the Chikugo Kawahime-kun who has just given birth to a child.

-- Born into a family of regents.

She pondered as she passed by the maid.

Just by raising her eyes slightly, she caught a glimpse of the texture of the maid's pot clothes, as well as the pottery lamp in her hand that did not belong to the Zhuma Temple.

Sure enough, according to the emerging tradition of Fuso in the last hundred years, the lamp handle is engraved with an eye-catching family micro.

Of course, she knew that near Kamozuki Mountain, it was true that only the Hime-kun of Chikugo River could use such a family crest.

Is it really her maid?

Even the green cypress leaf pot and silk section on this maid's body, she actually recognized it.

It is still the best Song silk resold by Tangfang last year.

Unexpectedly, it was also taken out by Ji Chenhu and used to raise women.

"You ......"

She paused in her footsteps and stopped in front of the maid of the white leaves.

In the middle of these few steps, she had already figured out that it was precisely because the new monk of Zhuma Temple was the prince of Wupin in the capital, and he knew Chikugo Chuan Jijun, and he had just communicated today.

With this relationship, the identity of the maid's envoy can be recognized by the monks.

The new lord of the Heian capital is, of course, one of the cousins of this prince of Wupin.

And the child born to Chikugo Chuan Himetomi, the most amazing guess is that he is also the child of the new lord......

She sighed inwardly.

Of course, San Lang Ji Chenhu knows this, and he is afraid that there are more people in this Zhuma Temple than her.

In the confusion of this Bai Ye maid, she slowly stroked the hood on her head back, and indifferently revealed her eyebrows.

The mountain breeze blew her long untied hair, which had been dried on the road, glowing with a dark sheen in the moonlight.

She beat the maid carefully.

The hand in her sleeve made an obscure hand gesture.

The two temple slaves who received the code were one big and one small.

As soon as they moved, they silently guarded the path of the maid who fled to the nave ten paces away.

Ji Mo behind her was so vigilant that she immediately knew that she was going to take down this Fusang maid in one fell swoop.

However, a sudden cough interrupted his movements.

A man's indifferent Chinese voice came from the covered bridge.

"The villain greets the late, and asks for forgiveness ......"

Suddenly, seeing this familiar voice in his ears, Ji Qingchen's face changed slightly.

And the two temple slaves, one big and one small, on the side of the bridge were even more frightened, and they hurriedly squatted on the ground.

Ji Qingchen sighed secretly, and could only give up his plan to arrest people.

She first smiled and titheed to the maid of the white leaves, and then she turned her eyes to look over.

At the entrance of the corridor, there is a figure of a temple slave who also carries a lantern.

After all, he was different from ordinary temple slaves, with a black hat with a pointed head, and the white hemp water dry clothes of the Fusang servant merchants, and the sleeves were tied to his shoulders with black straps.

At first glance, he is the leader of the temple slave who is in charge.

He approached step by step, and his face was young.

Especially the unforgettable indifferent look, which was as cold as his voice.

Not to mention his woman-like and beautiful facial features in the moonlight, and his bloodless lips all made him reveal a coldness that was thousands of miles away.

Of course she knew the man.

He is the owner of the slave liao of the Zhuma Temple Temple.

He, like her, entered the temple at the age of ten, and both have the blood of the remnants of Middle-earth.

Ten years later, she became the master of Tang Fang, and he also became the lord of the liao who managed the four or five hundred temple slaves in the Zhuma Temple.

"Please come with the villain, the Autumn Ogiin has been arranged, please wait for you and your retainers to move in."

Ah Chi speaks fluent Song and is now being used to talk to her.

Using such a Song dialogue, he was indistinctly proving to the maid of Bai Ye that the blood of the comer was noble.

But she still remembers:

Ten years ago, he could only speak some simple Chinese.

His accent is on the same level as the residents who moved from the fishing village of Minami Kyushu, with a strong Fuso native accent. From time to time, there are some Fusang dialects. There are even some local dialects of ducks building mountains and living in Tibet.

At that time, such a level of Chinese proficiency already made her happy.

Therefore, he is the first friend she found who could talk outside of the old Song monks.

However, she had betrayed him.

Ten years ago, on the night when Ah Chi was favored by the monks and became their favorite little maid, she locked Ah Chi, who had escaped and begged her for help, out of her small cardboard door.

……

Tonight was the first time he'd spoken to her again in a decade. (To be continued)

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