The courtyard gate opened, and a man of medium height and build emerged. He looked around first, then quickly disappeared into the night.
With that straight back and nimble legs, if it weren't for the fact that his face bore a five-point resemblance to Shrimp Lame, Mu Run would have thought there was something wrong with his ears and he was hearing things.
Song's mother once said that Xia Liezi was just a disguise, so is this his true self? Probably not.
But one thing is certain: he is a member of some organization. That young master named Yun Rong is the person they are investigating and recruiting.
Mu Run squatted in the corner for a long time until he got tired. He listened to the gong of the night watchman on the street, glanced at the words "Luan Que" under the lantern, and went back to his dilapidated hut.
...
“Jiuge, come here and pick these chives, and peel these green peas. After that, go to the front garden and help the people there pull the weeds out of the lotus pond.”
"Yes, Granny."
Mu Run, carrying a basin of chives and a basket of green beans, sat down on a stone under a small jujube tree in the corner and began to work.
Her hands, used to picking tea leaves, were perfectly at ease doing this kind of picking and sorting work.
It seemed that Granny Su was targeting her. She even came over to watch her work, and only left reluctantly when she saw that she was skillful and didn't slack off.
"Hey, Jiuge, what did you do to offend Granny Su?" Guo'er, a chubby little girl who also worked in the kitchen, came over with two pieces of mung bean cake.
Mu Run: "It's probably because I was brought in by Song's mother."
“Mama Song?” Guo’er paused. “No wonder. Granny Su and Granny Song don’t get along, like two peas in a pod. She might even think you’re Granny Song’s spy planted in the kitchen.”
"..."
"Then are you one of them?"
"Of course not, but it's a terrible injustice." Mu Run looked completely innocent.
"What are you saying? Guo'er, come over here and clean the bird's nest thoroughly. We need it right away," Granny Su called out to them.
Guo'er shoved the piece of mung bean cake she had left into Mu Run's hand, saying, "Here you go." Then she skipped away.
Mu Run looked at the mung bean cake, put it into her sleeve pocket, and continued working.
The faster she finishes, the sooner she can go to the front garden to check out the layout.
No matter how formidable the net, it cannot contain a heart yearning to escape. On her way to the capital, she did have opportunities to flee.
However, what Song's mother and Xia Quezi talked about was that the bandits of Bianyun Village were going to be wiped out, which made her very concerned.
She wasn't one to meddle in other people's business, but the villagers of Bianyun Village, and Hongmi and the others, had all been very kind to her. The thought of their vibrant voices and smiles possibly being wiped out and reduced to ashes made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
That's why she followed Su's mother and Xia the Cripple all the way to the capital, even though she still had to learn those etiquette rules, music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and so on that gave her a headache.
Unexpectedly, Madam Song was actually the head maid of the Prime Minister's wife, and even taught her the art of disguise. And the "Crippled Shrimp" wasn't actually crippled; he had another identity and was having an affair with the women in the Prime Minister's household, which truly surprised her.
The doubts and mysteries that followed led her deeper and deeper into the unknown.
However, she didn't want to get involved in those other hidden troubles. She only wanted to know news about Bianyun Village. If the imperial court really intended to suppress the bandits, she at least wanted to know when it would happen so she could inform Hongmi and the others and avoid trouble in advance.
Of all the places in the Prime Minister's residence, the Prime Minister's study was the most likely place to receive news of Bianyun Village.
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