In the eighteenth year of Qianxi, Guangjuxuan

Kojuken is one of the most famous restaurants in Kyoto, with pavilions and pavilions surrounding Lake Liyue in the center.

Carved beams and painted buildings, beautiful, more lake, microwave rippling beauty, has always been the capital dignitaries often come to pastime.

In a private room on the third floor, a man in an ink-colored brocade robe and a silver crown and hair was sitting at the table.

He looked out the window, holding a cup of tea between his fingers, sipping it carefully.

Next to the door, there was also a man standing straight to the side, with a long sword hanging from his waist, with a serious and resolute expression on his face, he was Jun Mohan's guard Ye Huan.

The two were silent, and the already clean private room became more and more cold at the moment, so quiet that they seemed to be able to hear the sound of the water shaking downstairs outside the window.

In the middle of the night, a waiter knocked on the door and entered, and the person who came was dressed no different from ordinary Xiao Er.

It's just that his face is delicate and clear, so that people can't help but look at him a few more times.

After the waiter entered the private room, Jun Mo Han and the two of them still did not have any movements or words.

In silence, Xiao Sheng gently moved the snacks in the tray to the table, and said:

"The folk dim sum of Nanchu tastes good, and you can also ask your nobles to taste one or two."

Jun Mohan swept the dim sum in front of him, and didn't step forward to take a piece to taste, but replied:

"Well done, go back and tell your master, the envoy of Southern Chu seems to be interested in visiting recently, tell him to pay attention and don't be bumped into."

"Yes, don't worry, noble."

After the waiter left, the night truss exit and asked, "Your Highness, is this a success?" It's incredible to be able to do so in such a short period of time. ”

The corners of Jun Mohan's mouth rose slightly, he didn't answer, and he wasn't surprised by the news brought by the waiter, it seemed that everything was expected.

There are places where anyone dares to covet them, and he will not spare them easily.

Jun Mohan quietly looked at the tea in his hand, and his fingers gently stroked the mutton fat jade teacup in his palm, which was warm.

It didn't take long for a figure to enter directly from the window, Ye Xuan gasped slightly, and saw that Jun Mohan had actually forgotten to salute, and said directly:

"Master, Miss Jiang's family has already entered Beijing, Mr. Jiang is now cleaning up the commercial goods, and Miss Jiang is now arranged to live in Yunyi Building."

Between the words, he couldn't stop being excited, and Ye Xuan looked at Jun Mohan excitedly, so much so that he actually forgot to count the etiquette.

When Jun Mohan heard the news, he also pursed his lips and smiled, and his face, which usually does not see joy and sorrow, also has some temperature at the moment.

"Then master, are we going to find Miss Jiang now?"

"No"

"Then go down and bring Miss Jiang over?"

“…… It doesn't have to be."

"That's—"

"You don't have to do anything, just as if you don't know and don't know her." With that, he lifted his feet and left the private room and went downstairs.

Hearing Jun Mohan's order, Ye Xuan complained in his heart, isn't it the Miss Jiang family that the master has been thinking about for so many years?

When people come, he wants to put up a fight, just don't go to someone, and let them pretend not to know, what does this mean?

Alas, according to the master, it is difficult for him to believe that the master can catch up with the little lady.

Walking outside the restaurant, the street was full of traffic and noisy, but Jun Mohan suddenly felt that this scene was actually not so noisy.

He seemed to be able to imagine some scenes, a petite figure holding a string of rock sugar gourds in his left hand and a piece of maltose in his right hand, nimbly shuttling through the crowd.

Then a group of guards and girls followed, anxiously shouting for her to stop running.

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It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

Jiang Youyu, you wait