But it was just a slice of asparagus, but it was better than any dish she had ever tasted.

Rong Yu's eyes lit up instantly, and when he saw Mo Jiu looking at him with a smile, he lowered his head embarrassedly and began to eat the dishes silently.

Mo Jiu saw that although their brother and sister were a little restrained, they finally sat down to eat with her, so they smiled and moved their chopsticks.

It was obviously a delicious meal compared to any time, but because the concept of master and servant of the Rong family brothers and sisters was too deep, eating at the same table with Mo Jiu was too restrained, and they didn't taste too much deliciousness.

Mo Jiu sighed lightly and put down the dishes and chopsticks first. Rong Yu saw that he put down the dishes and chopsticks, afraid that he would wash the dishes and chopsticks by himself again, so he quickly put down the dishes and chopsticks and removed the table.

This time, Mo Jiu didn't grab it, and said to Rong Hua: "The poison on Yu'er's body lacks a taste of herbs and can't be completely removed, and after I deal with the royal affairs, I will go to the Xuanyi Gate." ”

Rong Hua was very moved, and Mo Jiu never forgot to detoxify Rong Yu.

Rong Hua got up and solemnly saluted Mo Jiu and thanked him. Mo Jiu waved his hand and said, "Don't thank you first, it's not too late to thank you when I get the Xuanbing Grass." ”

After speaking, Mo Jiu also got up and asked Rong Hua to leave the Rong Mansion afterwards. The place she went to was the Eighth Prince's Mansion where Xin Ziyan lived.

When Mo Jiu went out, he simply changed his face and transformed into a swordsman who can be seen everywhere. He also let Cola transform into an ordinary low-level spirit beast and rode on.

Cola was very dissatisfied with Mo Jiu's approach, but thinking about it, it seemed that it was not the first time that he had transformed into a low-level spirit beast, so he had to transform as required. but did not forget to complain.

"Master, why do you always let me transform into such a low-level spirit beast? It's too embarrassing for me to be an eighth-order seven-spirit snake. ”

Mo Jiu stretched out his hand and patted Cola's head and said, "Are you not confident in your transformation skills?" ”

When Coke heard this, he said dissatisfiedly: "How is it possible? Not to mention a spirit animal, as long as I am a cultivator below the blue rank, it is impossible to see my disguise. ”

"Since no one can see that you are the Seven Spirit Snake, how can you lose the face of the Seven Spirit Snake?"

When Mo Jiu said this, Cola tilted his head like an epiphany and said, "Yes, no one can see who I am, so I don't have to lose face." ”

Coke didn't complain as if he had figured it out, and his flight speed was much higher than just now.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Mo Jiu looked at the back of Coke, and felt that this simple-minded spirit beast was even more cute.

It didn't take long for Coke to arrive at the Eight Princes' Mansion. However, Mojiu let it fly to a nearby teahouse and landed.

Mo Jiu entered the teahouse and found a corner spot to sit down. The reason why she came here was because she wanted to collect some information about Xin Ziyan and the royal family.

Although there is such a fantasy thing as spiritual power on this continent, after all, it is ancient, and there is no such convenient thing as the Internet, and mobile phone information can only be collected in places where idlers gather.

Generally, such idlers gather in restaurants or teahouses. However, the guests gathered at the restaurant are more noble than those in the teahouse, and there are more private rooms, so it is difficult to hear the information you want.

Compared with the restaurant, the identity of the guests gathered in the teahouse is more mixed, and the amount of information exchanged is also larger, so Mo Jiu will choose the teahouse.

Mo Jiu sat in the corner, asked for a pot of tea and a plate of melon seeds, and pricked up his ears to listen to the content of the next table.

At the next table, someone was spitting about his heroic deeds.