Realizing his gaffe, Mo Li's face turned pale and he bit his lower lip.

"Lord, courtier......"

Xiao Wenjun didn't ask much, his fingertips pushed her against the teacup, and the heat was thick, it was freshly brewed spring tea.

With the slightly hot tea, Mo Li's face improved a little, and he thanked Xiao Wenjun in a dumb voice.

From the moment she saw the situation in Shuzhou, she didn't dare to say anything, she could only press it in her heart, and she never thought that she would vent in front of Xiao Wenjun.

Unexpectedly, the rumored cold-hearted Xiao Wenjun did not hold her accountable, but pushed her a cup of hot tea.

From this moment on, the estrangement between the two was broken.

Mo Li's posture relaxed, holding the teacup in the palm of his hand, staring at the scattered heat intently.

"Lord Wang, I insist on going to Shuzhou, in addition to wanting to help the people of Shuzhou, I also want to see my grandfather's family."

It was precisely because she knew these that she dared to say Xu Yanyou's identity in front of Prime Minister Mo, and even for a moment, she thought about saying her dream directly.

Prime Minister Mo's rebuke made her feel cold and alert.

Once she says it, she will stand on the cusp, questioning, scrutinizing, and Xu Yanyou's hostility......

Xiao Wenjun turned out to be her only choice.

It wasn't until this moment, after reading it from the beginning, that Mo Li knew how desperate he really was.

But if Xiao Wenjun didn't believe her, or thought she was cumbersome and refused to take her, she was helpless.

Thankfully, he didn't.

"Thank you, lord."

Mo Li lowered her head, the sourness spread from her nose to her eyes, she didn't want to make a fool of herself, she just hated to bury her head under the table.

The sound of clothes rubbing sounded, and a snow-white handkerchief fell in front of him, Xiao Wenjun stopped the carriage, leaving Mo Li alone inside.

"Lord, Twilight has been with you all the way."

The coachman was talking outside, but he didn't hear Xiao Wenjun's answer, Mo Li couldn't help but open the curtain and face a snow-white horse.

This horse...... Called Twilight?

Xiao Wenjun straddled the horse, his posture was long, and he didn't know where to look.

Mo Li's heart calmed down a little, took another sip of hot tea, and put away the veil properly.

After three days of traveling, they rarely rested, Mo Li was so sleepy that he could still nap in the carriage, but Xiao Wenjun and the coachman only slept for two hours at night, and did not sleep much for a moment.

On this day, as soon as I came down from the official road, there was lightning and thunder in the sky, and it became a torrential rain in an instant.

Xiao Wenjun got into the carriage to hide from the rain, dusted off the rain near the curtain, and kept a distance from Mo Yi.

"Lord Wang, there is a small temple in front, go take shelter from the rain, right?"

The coachman was wearing a hat, and his voice was not real through the rain curtain.

After receiving the promise, the carriage stopped outside the temple.

"Ahh

Twilight runs into the temple before them, startling the people inside.

A monk came out with an umbrella and said the Buddha first.

"Hello little master, it's raining heavily, my master borrowed the precious land to avoid it for a while, and then the rain stopped."

The coachman stepped forward to greet him, and borrowed two oil-paper umbrellas in a few sentences.

The rain curtain was cut off, and when I stepped inside, the main hall was filled with sandalwood incense, and several monks were meditating and chanting.

The coldness around him faded, Mo Li sighed, and carefully looked at the situation in the hall.

The Buddha statues behind the offering table look at the eyes, not the ones who worship the most.

"The donor has good eyesight, he must have seen the difference?"

The monk led Xiao Wenjun to sit down, and when he turned around, he saw Mo Li standing at the door, smiling and greeting him.

"This statue should be ......"

"It's a lot of trouble, we are a passing caravan, and we want to come in to take shelter from the rain, I don't know if we can answer?"

Mo Li opened his mouth, and a rough male voice sounded outside the temple.

The monk clasped his hands together, bowed his head with Mo Liwei, and then held the umbrella and went out of the door.

Suddenly, the temple became lively, and noisy voices entered with the sound of footsteps.

"Thank you, Master, otherwise we would all be doused into soup chickens, not to mention the trouble, it's bad to be sick."

The middle-aged man followed in, and the words of thanks did not stop.

The monk couldn't resist this enthusiasm, and his lips opened and closed, as if he were silently reciting Sanskrit.

"Eh, this brother doesn't look like a layman, he must be from Shangjing, right?"

When the man saw Xiao Wenjun, his eyes immediately lit up.