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Inside the inn.

Mo Ziqian led Gu Qianli to the counter first, and booked three rooms with the shopkeeper.

Then he took her to the kitchen to look at the ingredients.

Finally, he led her back to the upstairs room.

The soft little hand was held in the palm of his hand, and Mo Ziqian felt that his heart was also filled.

It's just that when he arrives in the room, it's not good for him to continue to hold him, so as not to provoke her disgust.

Mo Ziqian first said to Xi'er, who was sorting out the burden: "You ask the shopkeeper to send some hot water to bathe your young lady and wash away the fatigue of the day." ”

Xi'er glanced at Gu Qianli and nodded: "Yes, the slave will go." ”

Then he got up, came behind Gu Qianli, and pressed her shoulder.

Feeling his action, Gu Qianli hurriedly got up: "Ziqian, don't use it." ”

She was rubbing her neck just now because her neck was a little sore, but she didn't want him to press it for her.

When Mo Ziqian heard this, something flashed in his eyes, and he didn't force it, he withdrew his hand and smiled gently: "Then I'll go to the dining room to see what you like to eat?" ”

Being able to let him leave temporarily, Gu Qianli actually felt a sense of relaxation and nodded: "Okay." ”

Everything in Gu Qianli's eyes was seen by Mo Ziqian, and his heart turned upside down, but his face was gentle: "Then you can rest for a while." ”

"Hmm."

Mo Ziqian left the room, Gu Qianli frowned, she was thinking about what happened just now, why did she feel like that?

Mo Ziqian is her partner who has been working together for many years in modern times, why should she feel depressed?

Shaking her head, she only thought that these were caused by her fatigue from the journey.

I got up, walked to the windowsill, opened the window, and looked at the people coming and going on the street below.

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The luxurious carriage slowly drove into the gate of Luzhou City.

This time they went to Dongli Kingdom, and along the way, all the translation halls knew that King Ling would appear in the translation hall going to Dongli Kingdom in the near future.

So no, just in the evening, the prefect of Lucheng and the translator of the Lucheng Translation Hall had already appeared at the gate of the city early to wait.

When they saw the luxurious carriage, they knelt down one by one: "See the Spirit King, the Spirit King is a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old." ”

The people who were about to leave the city or enter the city heard the voices of these people, and they also knelt down one by one to pay respects.

In the carriage, Nangong Lie frowned, he didn't like to be high-profile, but obviously, someone didn't want him to be low-key.

Bai Jin, who led the way in front of the carriage, naturally understood what kind of person his master was, he looked at the people kneeling on the ground, as well as the officials, frowned, and said loudly: "Who are you?" ”

The prefect hurriedly walked over and said, "I am the prefect of Luzhou City, Wu Youmao." ”

The translator on the side also hurriedly spoke: "The next official is the interpreter of Luzhou City, Wu Youlai." ”

Wu Youmao, Wu Youlai, it's really ......

"It's all gone! I don't like that. ”

Wu Youmao and Wu Youlai looked at each other, and the two of them didn't know what they thought, so they nodded hurriedly: "Yes." ”

With Wu Youmao and Wu Youlai's official errands, the people gathered around were quickly dispersed.

Wu Youmao cautiously came to the carriage: "Lord Ling, the lower officials have prepared the dinner, you see ......"

"This king is tired, so let's go to the translation hall first!" Nangong Lie's voice revealed a majesty that could not be ignored.

When Wu Youmao heard this, he didn't dare to have any objections, and nodded: "Yes, the lower official will arrange it." ”