"Hua Bao, wake up."
"Hmm~, Miss, is it dawn?" Hua Bao mumbled, rubbing her eyes and asking sleepily.
"Yes, if we don't get up soon, someone might come knocking on our door."
Hearing Mo Lan's threats, Hua Bao's drowsy mind instantly cleared. Remembering yesterday's experience, she was no longer sleepy and sat bolt upright.
"Young Miss, I'll get up right away. It's all my fault for holding you back."
As Hua Bao spoke, she patted her head in annoyance, wondering how she had fallen asleep.
There was a well in the courtyard. The two drew water and washed up when Wufeng leaped in.
"Young ladies, if you're ready, you can set off." Wu Feng looked at the two of them and spoke calmly.
After receiving the young master's instructions yesterday, they immediately made arrangements so that they could leave as soon as the city gates opened.
“We can leave at any time.” Mo Lan glanced at him and said simply.
"Okay, please come with me."
Wu Feng looked at Mo Lan, and he couldn't help but have his doubts. According to the investigation, this girl was the young lady of Qinglong Village. Unfortunately, she was wearing a mask at the time, so it was impossible to confirm. Now that she refused to admit it, there was nothing they could do.
As she herself said, coincidences can happen, and people can be similar, so we cannot completely rule out this possibility.
After leaving the abandoned courtyard, Wufeng led them into a carriage.
I glanced silently at the interior of the carriage: plush carpets, soft chairs, a small tea table, and a piece of black jade inlaid on the armrest, warm to the touch. Despite all this, the carriage still felt spacious and comfortable.
Mo Lan reached out and stroked the piece of black jade, thinking to herself that when she had enough money in the future, she would also build a comfortable means of transportation.
As they passed the blacksmith's shop, Mo Lan lifted the curtain and said, "Stop for a moment."
After saying that, without waiting for Wufeng to come to a complete stop, he jumped out and asked, "Is my custom-made mask ready?"
"Alright, we're just waiting for the young lady to come and pick up the goods." The blacksmith's eyes lit up the moment he saw Mo Lan, and he quickly took the mask from the shelf.
Mo Lan took the mask and examined it. The silver-gray color had a cold, metallic feel; the lines were smooth, the surface glossy—the craftsmanship was indeed excellent.
I tried it on my face, and the size fits perfectly.
"Very good, here is your payment."
As she spoke, Mo Lan took out a silver brick from her pocket and threw it into his arms, saying in a cold voice, "Watch your mouth and don't talk nonsense, otherwise you'll be the one who suffers in the end. Also, if you want to use this silver brick, you'd better melt it down."
"Thank you for reminding me, young lady." The man glanced at the heavy silver brick in his hand, gritted his teeth, and said, "Don't worry, young lady, we've never seen this before."
"very good."
Mo Lan got back into the carriage, fiddling with the mask in her hand, carefully stroking it.
When Wu Feng saw the mask in Mo Lan's hand, his eyes flickered, but he didn't ask any further questions.
As they passed through the main street, a caravan of horses cut in, blending their carriages in perfectly naturally, without any sense of incongruity.
At this moment, the city gates had already opened, and caravans queuing to leave the city were passing through one after another. Mo Lan lifted the curtain and just happened to see the Lion King Escort Agency's convoy.
As for Zhou Bo, that boy, she didn't see him.
Half an hour later, it was their turn. No one knew how Qin Su's men negotiated with the city gate official; they were let through without even a routine check.
Moreover, judging from the attitude of the city gate official, he was extremely humble.
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