C87 Part1

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Rong Zhan said with ease:

"In fact, we are not from the Capital.

I am a member of the Yang Clan, from the Taiwei's Mansion, one of the Four Great Families.

I work as a small Official in the Weizhou Prefecture.

It took only a few days from Weizhou to the Capital.

This is my cousin and his last name is Shang Guan.

I had a very happy conversation with Lord Shen in the Taiwei's Mansion the other day.

He brought me here once, and today I brought my cousin to show him as well."

Murong Ci smiled and said:

"It seems that you already knew that we were not from the Capital.

By the way, what should we call you?"

She secretly thought that this mysterious man must have seen through something, otherwise he wouldn't see them for no reason.

The man in golden clothes said meaningfully:

"It turns out the distinguished guests are from the Taiwei's Mansion!

How disrespectful of me!

It's still early evening, why don't the two of you have more fun?"

"I'm a guest at the Taiwei's Mansion these days.

So it's not appropriate to go back too late."

Rong Zhan said calmly.

"It's always inconvenient to live under the eaves of others."

Murong Ci smiled brightly,

"If we return home late, there always be someone ready to mutter a few words of complaint.

We don't want to get in trouble, so I believe the Master will understand."

"When Young Master Yang mentioned the Weizhou Prefecture, I remembered the half-month I spent in Weizhou three years ago."

The man in golden clothes recalled with a deep gaze,

"I remember there was a shop selling steamed dumpling on Chaotian Street in Weizhou City.

This old store is a must in Weizhou.

What was the name of the hometown the store originated from again?

Oh, yes, I think it was called Zhang Ji.

Zhang Ji's steamed dumplings are different from other restaurants.

After one bite, the fragrant soup remains in your mouth and it's the most unique dumpling I have ever eaten."

"I know the old shop that the Master referred to, but it hadn't moved yet to Chaotian Street three years ago.

It was in a small alley, and its name wasn't called Zhang Ji, but Ye's."

Rong Zhan smiled,

"Leaving home for so many days, I also miss the taste of those steamed dumplings."

"Look at my memory, I even remembered the name of the store wrong."

The young man in golden clothes smiled lightly.

Murong Ci secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Rong Zhan had spent a while in Weizhou three years ago, otherwise thye would have been exposed.

Rong Zhan put in a lot of efforts in order to make a trip to the Tiger's Den in Linglong Pavilion tonight.

'To think this mysterious young man in golden clothes used this to test us...It's clear how cautious they are.'

His golden mask with agate and pearls flashed luxuriously and gorgeously red under the dim red light and shadow.

Those beautiful eyes were dark and mysterious, making people want to stare at them directly without a mask.

He said slowly and lazily:

"Since the two distinguished guests are in a hurry to go back, I won't keep you any more.

Feel free to leave."

Rong Zhan and Murong Ci bowed their heads and said,

"We'll make sure to visit your place again next time. Goodbye."

They couldn't relax even slightly until they returned to the two noisy rooms.

The gamblers there were still yelling loudly, still seeking for fun, and the noise was like trapped in the underground world.

No matter what earth-shattering things happened there, the outside would never have known.

They went out of the rooms, but this time the young men in servants clothes didn't stop them.

While they were leaving, Murong Ci saw a snow-clothed man standing in front of her.

The man looked ordinary and stared at her unblinkingly.

She felt that those eyes were incredibly beautiful, deep and condensed, and a little familiar.

※However, how could someone who was a complete stranger feel familiar?

She and Rong Zhan slowly walked past him, without squinting, leaving this flashy, noisy, and fornicating world.

The snow-clothed man turned his head and stared at their backs.

His thin lips slanted, and a smile slid out.

※※(N.B.) eheheh Murong Ci, shall we play the "Guess Who?" game? LOL

Who might this man in white clothes be? xD We can't guess AT ALL....lol

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A small boy in servants clothes led them to the exit through a passage.

The underground world was like a maze, and the passage this time was different from the way they came from.

After going around the dark passage for a while, they finally saw a thick stone gate at its end.

The servant opened it and Murong Ci and Rong Zhan stepped out.

The familiar night view and the red-brown dust of the world outside rushed over their faces, making their hearts feel better.

They appeared to be now in a private house, a shabby, mottled, old house.

When they went in, they used the entrance of the Linglong Pavilion, and when they came out, they found themselves outside the Qingyang Alley.

"Going out from the Qingyang Alley is an ingenious trick of the Linglong Pavilion."

Rong Zhan whispered, and then winking at her meaning:

'Run!'

She understood what he meant:

'It seems that he also noticed that the young man in golden clothes was suspicious of us...'

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END of CHAPTER 87 PART 1

.....................to be continued