Shoulder marks
Mo Xue always seems to attract everyone's attention whenever she appears.
Previously at the night market, Xiao Luochen and Su Musong had already witnessed the Zhangcheng people's obsession with Master Mo Xue. Now, facing the scene of being watched by so many people, although they were a little panicked, they were not at a loss.
Perhaps it was because it was daytime, although those infatuated men and women seemed to have their eyes on Master Mo Xue, they did nothing but watch.
Facing the crowd, Mo Xue was frank and indifferent, probably because she was so used to this kind of scene that she could ignore it.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the three of them entered the restaurant, went into the private room and closed the door. Only then did Su Musong feel a little relieved. He felt uncomfortable after being stared at for only a short while. He didn't know how this Master Mo Xue spent his daily life.
After sitting down, Mo Xue seemed to have no regard for Su Musong at all. She said she admired Xiao Luochen's talent, but she was talking about family matters.
"I heard that Master Xiao is from Xiangping, but I don't know which prefecture he lives in."
"Yongcheng."
"So it's Yongjing. The young master has extraordinary demeanor and is very talented at such a young age. Come to think of it, only the capital can produce such a person."
"Mr. Mo Xue, thank you for your praise."
"The most famous Xiao clan in Yongjing is undoubtedly the clan of Prime Minister Xiao. Could it be that you, the young master, are also a descendant of the Xiao family?"
Xiao Luochen didn't expect that Mo Xue could guess his background just by the word Yongcheng, and he felt a little strange in his heart.
"Why are you asking this?"
Su Musong was already dissatisfied with Mo Xue who suddenly showed up and showed his courtesy, and he became even more displeased when he saw that he seemed to be questioning Xiao Luochen's background.
"I didn't mean anything else. It's just that I met the fourth son of Prime Minister Xiao's family many years ago and felt very compatible. However, I haven't seen him since then, and I felt regretful. Now that I see Young Master Xiao, I can't help but think of the past, so I was abrupt."
Su Musong was about to ask more questions, but Xiao Luochen nudged him with his foot, signaling him not to say more. Su Musong had to swallow back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
"I'm afraid I'll disappoint Master Mo Xue. I'm not from Prime Minister Xiao's family. I'm just an ordinary family in Yongcheng."
"I'm not disappointed at all. Perhaps this is the fate between people. So, did Master Xiao come to Zhangcheng just to attend the Wenyuan gathering?"
"Yes, I did come here for the Wenyuan gathering, but the scenery in Yuelong is very different from Xiangping. This trip has broadened my horizons and I have gained a lot."
"Zhangcheng is indeed different from other capitals. Just have fun, Young Master Xiao."
"I heard that Master Mo Xue didn't grow up in Zhang City. I wonder where you are originally from?"
Su Musong's question made Mo Xue dazed for a moment. This was the first time someone asked him this question in all these years.
Where are you from?
He couldn't answer.
"Maybe it's somewhere in Shenghuang."
This answer sounded perfunctory, but Xiao Luochen felt that it was Mo Xue's true answer, perhaps because he could not hide the loneliness in his eyes when he answered.
“If you don’t know where you come from, you are like duckweed, drifting with the current.”
Hearing Mo Xue's sigh, Su Musong suddenly felt sad. Wasn't he also like a piece of duckweed with an unknown origin?
Just when Su Musong was lost in thought, the door of the private room suddenly opened, but the person who came in was not the waiter who served the dishes.
"Brother, didn't you agree to go flower viewing with me after the show?"
The young man in black walked straight up to Mo Xue, tugging at her sleeve and acting coquettishly, as if he didn't see Su Musong and Xiao Luochen at all.
"Let's go, Shuo'er has come to pick up brother, the sedan chair is already waiting at the door."
The young man in black held Mo Xue's arm and pretended to help her up, but Mo Xue brushed him away.
"I want to go on my own."
Mo Xue's indifference formed a sharp contrast with the eagerness of the young man in black.
"Brother, do you really want to walk by yourself? Your knees are not good, and Shuo'er is worried that your knees will hurt later."
The young man in black still wanted to help Mo Xue, but Mo Xue did not accept it. He stood up silently, without saying goodbye to Xiao Luochen and Su Musong, and turned around and left without saying a word.
Although Su Musong and Xiao Luochen felt strange, they didn't say anything. They watched Mo Xue leave the restaurant, only to see him get on the sedan chair brought by the young man in black.
"Musong, did you hear any sound just now?"
"No."
Xiao Luochen thought for a moment and said affirmatively
"It's the sound of iron colliding."
Su Musong looked around the room
"How come there are iron tools?"
Although it was only a brief moment, Xiao Luochen firmly believed that he heard the sound of iron colliding just when Mo Xue stepped over the threshold.
The host left, and Xiao Luochen and Su Musong had no interest in staying for tea.
Xiao Luochen was thinking about the strange collision sound, while Su Musong was reflecting on whether his attitude towards Mr. Mo Xue just now was ungraceful. As long as he didn't rush to show his courtesy to Xiao Luochen, he actually didn't hate him.
The two of them each had their own thoughts and walked in silence all the way.
When we returned to our residence, someone came to report that the spies in the pigeon house seemed to be being targeted.
This was a dangerous signal, indicating that Su Musong's investigation might have been known to others. This wasn't Xiangping after all, and the Su family had limited manpower. Furthermore, Xiao Luochen and Su Musong's identities were different from those of ordinary scholars. If Yue Long knew that the son of the Xiangping Prime Minister was secretly investigating the Jinwu Guard, who knew how much trouble it would cause.
But it would be impossible for Su Musong to give up at this time, so Xiao Luochen did not persuade him, but re-examined the pattern drawn by Su Musong.
Xiao Luochen suddenly had an idea. No wonder it looked familiar. It turned out he had seen it before.
"Ah! I know where I've seen it!"
"Where?"
"On Master Mo Xue's shoulder!"
"What?! When have you ever seen him with bare shoulders?"
"It was the last time we met him at the night market. His brother drew his sword and cut off one of his sleeves, and I saw it. It seemed to be this pattern."
"You have such good eyesight."
"Aren't you happy to have a clue about the pattern?"
"Very happy."
"But I don't think you look very happy."
Su Musong grinned and forced a smile. He himself felt strange. He seemed to be more unhappy than happy about Xiao Luochen discovering the pattern on Mo Xue's shoulder.
"What if I'm wrong? Should we double-check?"
"How do we confirm this? Do we have to strip him of his clothes?"
"Of course not. You're a scholar, but how could you come up with such a shameless idea? Besides, that young man in black is here. I'm afraid you'll be pierced by his sword before you even take off his clothes."
What Xiao Luochen said was right. As for Mo Xue, since they had never seen him take action, they thought he was powerless. However, that young man in black was followed by so many maids with swords, and judging from the skills he showed that day, he was clean and neat, and it was obvious that he had some skills.
Although he usually has a lot of clever ideas, Su Musong is at a loss at this moment.
"Then what should we do?"
Xiao Luochen pondered for a while, and then told Su Musong his plan with a serious face.
After listening to Xiao Luochen's plan, Su Musong wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.
"Isn't this a disgrace to the society?"
"My method is neither rude nor ostentatious. It doesn't affect anyone and is very polite."
"Can……"
"Okay, let's do it this way. There's no other way, right?"
Su Musong thought about it and felt that there seemed to be no better way, so he had to agree.
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