"What is that?" Nan Mo stared at the roll of paper in the servant's hand. "You just give anything to Mu Mu, regardless of whether they have good intentions or not."
Everyone called Chu Mu Mr. Chao, Young Master Chao Chao, and even Little God.
Nan Mo didn't want to be like others, so he stubbornly wanted to find a name that belonged to him.
"Should I call you Xiao Chao? Or Ah Chao? Chao'er? Mu'er?"
"...I'm still Mu'er!" Chu Mu glanced at him and said, "Just call me Mumu."
"good!"
So, this "Mumu" became Nan Mo's exclusive name.
The servant then noticed Xu Zhi's dark face and hurriedly bowed, "Your Excellency is right."
"Hmph!" Nan Mo snorted heavily.
"Alright, alright," Chu Mu said perfunctorily, patting Nan Mo's shoulder. "Don't be suspicious. Believe in the light, kid."
Although Nan Mo was coaxing a puppy with this attitude, he ate happily, with smiles in his eyes.
Chu Mu opened the scroll, and the nonchalant expression on his face quickly turned serious.
Nan Mo leaned over: "What is it?"
"Look," Chu Mu took out half of the paper roll, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be someone's territory."
Nan Mo frowned slightly: "These strongholds... are very Jianghu."
The scrolls recorded some unknown small gangs, and even rice shops, brothels and taverns.
There is a name under each location, and it seems that he is the person in charge of that place.
"Who could know this so clearly?" Old Man Hu Zheng snatched the paper away and turned to the servant, "Where's the person who delivered the gift?"
The servant didn't know the significance of the scroll and was dumbfounded. "Yes, it was sent by a young boy. I thought it was a love letter to Master Chaomu, so I made a few jokes and let him go..."
Ever since Chu Mu used the Thunder-Inducing Technique to punish the old supervisor, his reputation has spread.
In just one day, the whole of Xiadu knew that a little god who could summon thunder and lightning had come to the Duke's Mansion.
In particular, in order to keep his three-day appointment with King Yin, Chu Mu went to Xiadu several times to find some clues, but he didn't find any clues and was watched by the people of Xiadu.
Thus, the reputation of the beautiful little fairy spread throughout the capital of Xia.
Since last night, people have been coming to my house with love letters in piles.
Even if some officers and soldiers deliberately spread the rumor that Chaomu was a traitor who tried to assassinate the emperor, the people would just brush it off with a remark, "How could a god kill someone?"
So when the young man came to the door today, the servant accepted the paper scroll without thinking too much.
If we try to catch up now, we will definitely not be able to catch up.
"Do you still remember what that man looks like?" Chu Mu looked up at the servant.
"Remember, remember something..." The servant lowered his head with a red face, as if he didn't dare to look at Chu Mu, but couldn't help wanting to look at him a few more times.
Nan Mo tutted impatiently, "Go find Painter Wu and describe him, and have him draw him."
"——Yes." The servant reluctantly retreated towards the door, looking back as he retreated.
Nan Mo pressed his brows together and suppressed his rising anger once again.
He didn't know if it was his illusion, but after the old eunuch was exposed, the originally surging malice in his attitude towards Chaomu suddenly faded away.
There is inexplicably a lot of love, like an annoying fly that can't be driven away.
Chu Mu, who lacked emotions, was less sensitive to love than others. He felt nothing and continued to flip through the scroll page by page.
Suddenly, his expression changed: "Close the door."
"What's wrong?" Nan Mo took the paper roll worriedly.
"Look here." Chu Mu pointed to a poem inscribed in the corner of a landscape painting.
"Autumn water and cold river make me tremble,
The wind is rising and the clouds are rolling.
Slowly climb the tower to the edge of the cliff,
Where can I find the fallen documents?
"A poem with a hidden beginning and a hidden end, take its beginning and end, Qiufeng Cliff Case, Selan Tower to find it."
Nan Mo suddenly realized: "Mu Mu is the best."
Chu Mu chuckled: "This poem is so obvious that even a fool can see it."
"I didn't notice it." Nan Mo asked the others very seriously, "What about you?"
Everyone, including Hu Zheng, shook their heads: "We didn't notice it either."
Chu Mu: ...
The big yellow dog squatting beside: I'll just spoil you, you deserve it.
"Is there a place called Selan Tower in Xiadu?" Chu Mu walked around the capital yesterday and remembered almost everything he should and shouldn't remember, except for Selan Tower.
"We haven't heard of it either," the two guards from the old Xiadu shook their heads. "Butler Wang is often away on business, so he probably knows."
“Well…” The old butler who looked like Maitreya Buddha was a little embarrassed, “This place is probably a bit remote… Master must know!”
Everyone's attention turned to Nan Mo again.
Nan Mo couldn't answer at all.
Nonsense, he is not Xu Zhi!
"You've all spent so many years in the Imperial City for nothing." Finally, it was Old Man Hu Zheng who came to Nan Mo's rescue. "When Empress Ru Ji first arrived in the Xia capital, she didn't know many Chinese characters from the Central Plains and pronounced Qinjian Tower as Selan Tower."
"Yes, that's right." Nan Mo responded calmly.
Chu Mu glanced at him jokingly: "Good fellow, your pretentiousness is getting better and better."
"So, this unknown person wants to tell us to go to Qinjian Tower to find the truth?"
Chu Mu actually knew the truth a long time ago. All he lacked was evidence to prove his innocence.
The captured assassins insisted that it was Chao Mu who was behind it, and even torture could not make them change their statements. This was also the reason why King Yin vowed to punish Chu Mu.
"Why don't you hurry up then?"
The left guard was impatient and jumped up immediately.
There was only half a day left before the three-day deadline, and his mouth was about to blister from anxiety, but Chu Mu could still calmly eat dumplings and drink tangerine peel soup.
"Let's go and take a look. We are free anyway." Chu Mu stood up, still looking unhurried.
"He's indeed the boy I've chosen." Hu Zheng stroked his beard. "Look at his demeanor. It's no exaggeration to say he's the king of a country."
The expressionless Old Seven followed silently, with admiration and respect in his eyes.
…
At the gate of the Duke's Mansion, a team of guards had surrounded the entire mansion.
The leader held his sword in front of Chu Mu and said, "Your Majesty has ordered that you not leave the house from now on to prevent the suspect from escaping."
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