Yan Yunting stretched out his arms and gently embraced her: "Silly girl, why don't you wait for me in Yanjing City?"
Tan Tairou raised her head, tears falling down her cheeks: "I waited for you at home every day. I missed you so much that I secretly harnessed a carriage and came to see you."
The two hugged each other.
Shen Xiuming coughed slightly and reminded Yan Yunting: "General Yan, it's cold outside, take this girl in to drink some hot tea and warm herself up."
Yan Yunting nodded and took Tan Tairou into the post station.
After Yan Yunting left, Shen Xiuming lowered his voice and gossiped about asking Shen Mieyue, "Brother, Yan Yunting wants to marry Princess Zhaoyang, but he is still having an affair with another woman. Is he planning to have two wives? Will the emperor agree?"
Chen Mieyue was not interested: "It has nothing to do with me."
Anyway, Chen Mieyue only planned to marry Sun Qingmei in this life.
The other men who were hugging him had nothing to do with him.
At this time, a clear voice came from behind, saying lazily: "Men are all bad, eating from the bowl and looking at the pot."
Shen Xiuming turned around and saw a young man in a blue shirt approaching.
The young man was dressed in the clothes of an envoy from a foreign country. He was tall and slender, with a very fair face and a very handsome appearance. When he walked over, the night wind blew up his long sleeves, making him look a little like an immortal.
But the next moment, the young man sat down on the empty bench, holding a delicious chicken leg in his hand, and started eating it by himself.
The posture of eating the chicken leg was very crude, and his sage-like demeanor was immediately gone.
Shen Xiuming had not had much interaction with the Yue envoy, so he bowed and asked, "What is your name, sir?"
The young man gnawed on a chicken leg and said, "My surname is Mo, and my given name is Xun."
The young man had a pleasant voice, as crisp as a bell.
Shen Xiuming bowed, “Master Mo, you are also a man, why are you still scolding men for their bad behavior?”
Mo Xunliang said leisurely: "I just love to scold, don't mind me, believe it or not, I will scold you too."
Shen Xiuming: ...
You Vietnamese men have such a bad temper!
Mo Xun quickly finished a chicken leg, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and continued, "The world is big, and there are countless inferior men like Yan Canjun. I have a friend whose wife passed away. He was so homesick that he went around looking for girls who looked like his beloved wife. This behavior is really disgusting."
Shen Xiuming echoed: "It's really hateful."
His wife is gone, but he's still looking for a replacement. What a scumbag!
Mo Xun stood up slowly, stretched, and suddenly turned his head to ask Shen Mieyue: "General Shen, has anyone secretly followed the delegation along the way?"
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