"Yunfei, you’re not being very considerate, are you? Having such a good relationship with Mr. Chen, yet you didn’t introduce us?"
"Exactly, I have long admired Mr. Chen."
"The heroic deed of rewarding three thousand taels is still lingering in my sight."
Under everyone’s envious gaze, Shangguan Yunfei straightened his back even more, his deanor radiant, he raised his cup and said:
"Mr. Chen, I toast to you!"
"Together, together."
Several rounds of pushing and changing cups later, the atmosphere grew even more harmonious.
That day, when Chen Mo humiliated Yan Linghu in public, people thought he was haughty and difficult to approach.
But after interacting with him, they found that Mr. Chen had no airs at all, was witty in speech, and truly a delightful person.
"Mr. Chen, how is the case in the Northern Territory going?" asked Shangguan Yunfei.
Putting down his cup, Chen Mo casually replied, "Not bad, killed a Ji-level Demon, got a title of Third-class Tributor."
???
Shangguan Yunfei’s face was full of question marks.
The amount of information in that statent was too much for him to digest at once.
"What exactly did I miss..."
Thump—
At that mont, gong sounds echoed.
A group of beautiful won walked out from the back hall.
Their hair bound high, radiating glamour, each one could be considered stunningly beautiful.
Yu’er walked at the forefront, her face expressionless, already pondering how to slip away later.
When her gaze swept across the hall and suddenly fixed.
Looking at that familiar face, her slightly parted lips and eyes filled with disbelief, then turned into deep joy.
"Master!"
Ignoring everyone’s gaze, Yu’er ran forward with her skirt lifted, crashing into Chen Mo’s arms like a little deer.
Her slender arms wrapped around Chen Mo, her cheek pressed against his neck, she affectionately murmured, "Master, I’ve missed you so much (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)♡~"
The scene fell silent.
People’s envy was almost drooling.
Yu’er usually indifferent to others, yet so docile to Chen Mo, and continuously calling him master...
"Wuwuwu, my Yu’er Fairy, how has she turned into this?"
"I’d say, after spending a few thousand taels, might as well redeem her freedom..."
"You know nothing, what Mr. Chen wants is this feeling, an Oiran who is inaccessible to others, but accommodates only him... Damn, the more I talk, the sadder I feel."
Listening to the surrounding conversations, Chen Mo helplessly said, "In public, do you not feel ashad?"
Yu’er nestled in his arms, like an accessory, shaking her head, "I don’t care at all!"
"..."
At that mont, a fragrant breeze ca, a lady in a purple dress gracefully approached.
"This must be Mr. Chen, right?"
Chen Mo looked up, the woman before him had delicate features, bright eyes and white teeth, elegantly looking at him.
"Zi Yan’er? What are you doing?"
Yu’er suddenly stood up, spreading her arms like a food-guarding puppy, blocking Chen Mo’s front.
Seeing her fiercely protective deanor, Zi Yan’er smiled with pursed lips, softly saying, "Nothing much, just admiring Mr. Chen’s elegance and wanted to toast."
With that, she picked up the cup in front of Chen Mo and downed the wine in one gulp.
Then she picked up the wine pitcher, filled the cup to the brim, leaned over, and presented it to Chen Mo, her bosom swaying like undulating waves.
"Mr. Chen, please."
The rim of the cup was stained with light red lipstick, looking very tempting.
Chen Mo was unmoved, lightly saying, "Sorry, I’m a bit of a germaphobe."
Food safety over everything.
He’d rather eat the Empress’s foot than to carelessly consu a lady’s rouge.
Zi Yan’er’s expression slightly stiffened, but she didn’t get angry, setting down the cup, pitifully said, "It was my presumption, sir, don’t take it to heart... I don’t ask for much, just to quietly watch you is enough."
"Hmph!"
"Zi Yan’er, you did well!"
From the next table ca a cold snort, soone directly got up and left, it was one of her forr Esteed Clients.
Nearby, maids were almost dying of anxiety, making desperate eye signals, but Zi Yan’er ignored them, gracefully sitting aside, her eyes watery as she gazed at Chen Mo.
As if her eyes held only him.
Yu’er’s face tightened, her eyes full of hostility.
This wretched woman dared to fancy her master? She must make sister give her a good mind-washing later!
The people at the sa table looked on with envy.
The forr Oiran and the current Oiran vying for jealousy, Mr. Chen truly has quite the romantic luck!
...
After three rounds of drinking, the atmosphere grew even livelier.
Several Oirans flitted through the crowd like butterflies, acting as the commanding officers, while the guests composed poems, guessed riddles, and boxed, having a great ti.
A scholar from the Imperial College, caught in the excitent, noticing the big characters "Safe Entry and Exit" hung on the high platform, loudly said, "Since Mr. Chen is here, why not leave us a piece of calligraphy to form a couplet, shall we?"
"Good!"
"Great suggestion!"
The crowd echoed in agreent.
By now, Chen Mo was also slightly drunk, buoyed by the alcohol, he said, "Why not, bring paper and ink!"
A servant quickly brought over brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, cleared the table, and spread out the rice paper, while Yu’er ground the ink and Zi Yan’er added fragrance with her red sleeves.
Chen Mo picked up the brush, thoroughly soaked it in ink.
After pondering briefly, he swiftly wrote down eight big characters.
The servant carefully dried the writing, held up the paper, and loudly read, "Matching couplet: Safe entry and exit, another: Man must have integrity, horizontal inscription... cough cough, horizontal inscription: Just do it!"
...
The room fell silent for a mont, then erupted into thunderous applause.
"Good! What an integrity man must have!"
"It reminds us that everyone must have their own perseverance and integrity!"
"Very profound, worth pondering over and over!"
The guests admired the calligraphy, endlessly praising it.
Given Chen Mo’s status and position, he really didn’t need to care about the content, even if he drew a turtle, they would have said it was an auspicious on.
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