The eldest brother said those scions of wealthy families were cunning, like honeycomb briquettes, and today he'd seen it for himself. All they did was scheming blindly, and never even got to the point.
After the scouts left, Zhou Bo immediately sent a letter to Mo Lan, detailing the events that had occurred in Ye County, and dispatched a secret guard to deliver it to Tianjiao Peak.
That afternoon, Mo Lan received the letter. Looking at its contents, she couldn't help but shake her head and handed it directly to Han Shuang.
“Those three idiots, Jiang Mian will definitely not cooperate with them, lest he be infected.”
This is really brain-taxing!
Han Shuang glanced at Xin and her eye twitched. "Luckily, it was these three who came. If they were really smart, Jiang Mian might have agreed, since Tianjiao Peak is indeed in his territory."
"So Jiang Mian isn't stupid. Why would he cooperate with three idiots? Isn't that just jumping into a pit?" Honestly, he's not smart, but he's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve.
He thought himself to be unparalleled in wisdom, but others found him utterly laughable.
"Since Jiang Mian rejected those three idiots, should we invite him? They say it's good to have a powerful backer. If we have Jiang Mian as a cover, no one in this area will dare to offend us easily, and I can free up my hands to do something else."
As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Besides, she and Jiang Mian had met a few times and didn't have any conflicts, so it was worth a try.
"What if they disagree on the east side?"
Hearing Mo Lan's suggestion, Han Shuang also thought it was feasible. After all, in everyone's eyes, they were mountain bandits, and their status was illegitimate. It would be even better if Jiang Mian could provide cover. However, Qin Su's side still needed to be negotiated with by the boss himself.
Mo Lan stroked her pointer, her eyes flashing. "I'm going to talk to Qin Su."
Since she wanted to free her hands, and Qin Su couldn't stay here indefinitely, it wasn't impossible if they discussed it properly.
Mo Lan swung her pointer and slowly walked along the stream to the pine tree. She sat down on the stone platform, squinting at the two groups of people washing and cleaning not far away.
Although the two sides are still not entirely on good terms, they no longer dare to create conflict on the surface.
When Qin Su arrived, he saw Mo Lan leaning there casually, her eyes half-closed as if she were half asleep.
"Girls are always so carefree and easygoing."
"There's nothing we can do. We're just country folk; we don't want to follow the rules. We're used to it."
Mo Lan opened her eyes and saw Qin Su carrying her tea set over. She straightened her posture slightly.
"The direct descendants of a prestigious family are indeed refined."
"I actually like girls who are carefree and don't have to be bound by too many rules and etiquette; that's quite pleasant."
Qin Su chuckled softly, then focused on sweeping the fallen leaves on the stone platform, setting up the tea mat and arranging the tea set with light touches and elegant posture.
Coming here to enjoy tea seems to have become a routine, a habit.
Mo Lan leaned against the rock, watching Qin Su fiddling with his black pottery tea set and the old green tea cakes broken off from his tea caddy. She raised an eyebrow, flashed back, and returned with a lilac in her hand, casually inserting it into a vase placed in the corner.
"How can a tea ceremony be complete without flower arranging?"
"Thank you for your kind offer, young lady." Qin Su smiled slightly when she saw the lilac in the vase.
Mo Lan sat opposite him, propping her chin up as she looked at Qin Su, who was dressed in a sky-blue robe with a white inner garment, a black coarse pottery tea set in front of him, and a string of purple incense sticks beside him. She couldn't lie and say that he didn't look good.
"Why are you suddenly brewing Lao Qing Bing tea?" Although she didn't care much before, Qin Su always brewed tea with tea buds like Sparrow Tongue. Mo Lan always felt that coarse tea like Lao Qing Bing tea wasn't his cup of tea.
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