Su Ningxin sent her a greeting card directly, and not long after, a maid came out and invited her in, saying that the saint was making tea and invited the Crown Princess to come in and have a taste.
"Thank you." Su Ningxin said politely, then got out of the car and followed the maid into the British palace.
From the attitude of the servants along the way towards this maid, it can be seen that her status in the mansion should be relatively high, which just confirms Su Ningxin's speculation. It is estimated that this maid is following the saint Mu Zhiyun in the temple. Serving him, otherwise he wouldn't be respected by other servants.
As she walked, Su Ningxin looked at the pavilions and pavilions in the mansion without leaving a trace. She was not familiar with the British Duke's mansion and had never been there before. She had only seen the structure of the courtyard and the deployment of soldiers in their mansion.
As secret guards, Su Ningxin and Gu Mingxi often climbed over the wall to the homes of ministers in the capital to monitor or find useful information. However, the British government was an exception. They were too low-key, whether in the court or among the nobles. They are almost absent from the circle, causing many people to ignore their existence.
But Su Ningxin knew very well that the British government did this intentionally, probably because he was a military general in order to prevent the master of great power from shaking. It was effective. At least the emperor Chu Luojue had done this to the court twice The purges did not spread to the British Crown.
At the same time, in a very elegant courtyard of the British government palace, Mu Zhiyun, who was dressed in plain clothes embroidered with light yellow dark patterns, was making tea. Her movements were smooth and flowing, which made people feel happy just to watch.
"Do you still have a relationship with Prince Anjun?" After Mu Zhiyun's maid left, the man sitting opposite her asked.
"We have no friendship, and we have never met the Crown Princess." The saint replied calmly, without pausing for a moment in the movements of her hands.
"Then why do you want to see her? The current situation is not suitable for interacting with other people."
The man frowned and said, then reached for the teapot in front of Mu Zhiyun to pour himself tea, but Mu Zhiyun hit him on the back of his hand, "This is for entertaining guests, you should go back."
The man sighed helplessly, stood up and looked at his sister, who seemed to have no emotional ups and downs. He could only walk out, but instead of taking the main entrance, he used Qing Kung Fu to climb over the wall. As soon as he left the door, the maid led Su Ning Xin opened the door and came in.
When Mu Zhiyun heard the voice at the door, he stood up to greet her. His movements and words were very restrained and polite, making it impossible to find anything wrong but clearly feeling the other person's alienation.
But when Su Ningxin looked at Mu Zhiyun, who had a cold face across from him, she was stunned for a moment. She felt that he looked very familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.
After trying hard to think back, Su Ningxin remembered that they had met once before. When she was sending the queen out of the city, she snatched Shen Zhao's carriage. It seemed that this girl was in the carriage with Shen Zhao at that time.
[Is this the saint? The legendary saint could only cultivate in the temple and could not go out. How could she get together with that smooth-tongued guy Shen Zhao? My burning fire of gossip can no longer be suppressed. ] Su Ningxin thought silently in her heart.
However, she also had her own speculations. In the eyes of outsiders, Mu Zhiyun should naturally have no emotional fluctuations and should never leave the church gate. But as the leader of Feng Ying, how could she not go anywhere? Know why she clashed with Shen Zhao.
Su Ningxin was stunned for a moment and thought about it, then Mu Zhiyun noticed it and said coldly, "Prince Princess, have we met before?"
Su Ningxin came to her senses and shook her head with a smile, "I have been living in a nunnery in Xingyuan Mansion, and I probably have never seen a saint."
What Su Ningxin said this time was true. She had only heard the name of this saint but never met her. After all, the saints were required to appear in sacrificial activities, and even Su Ningxin had the highest position. When she became Concubine Chen, she was just the emperor's concubine. How could she be qualified to participate in the sacrifices that the scholar-bureaucrats valued most.
Su Ningxin would definitely not get involved with those people for such a little curiosity and useless self-esteem. Not only would he be criticized verbally and written by the imperial censor, but he might even be left with a reputation that would be a disaster for the country and the people. It was really unacceptable. value.
Mu Zhiyun stared at Su Ningxin's face for a moment, and then nodded, "I have indeed never seen him before, but I feel that I am familiar with him, so we must be destined."
"I also feel that it's too late to meet the saint." Su Ningxin followed the greetings. There should be no other meaning in such a beautiful scene.
"Please take a seat and try my tea-making skills. I hope the imperial concubine will not find it objectionable." Mu Zhiyun said in his still emotionless tone.
Su Ningxin knelt down opposite her, "Just call my name Su Ningxin."
"Mu Zhiyun."
Mu Zhiyun just said his name and began to concentrate on making tea without explaining too much.
Su Ningxin guessed, [Does this mean I have to call her name too? Can't you say a few more words to make it clearer? Those magic sticks in the temple are all the same. If they speak vaguely, you can guess by yourself. If you guess it right, it's because I'm awesome. If you guess wrong, it's because you haven't understood it. , it’s not my problem either way, you bastard!]
Next, Su Ningxin fully experienced the patience of these practitioners. Mu Zhiyun just made tea, washed and brewed tea for an hour, while Su Ningxin drank two small cups to moisten her throat. Even that was not enough. The Holy Lady was stunned and did not say a word, as if everything was left unsaid.
[But I really don’t understand. If I had that ability to comprehend and that clever mind, I would have become a heroine like the Queen. Who wants to be a female supporting character who is afraid of being cannon fodder?]
Su Ningxin complained silently in her heart, and then said that she would admit defeat, okay, I'll count you as the winner.
"Aren't you curious why I came to visit you?" Su Ningxin opened the topic.
Mu Zhiyun put the tea utensils in place, looking unconcerned, "If you want me to know, you will naturally say, if you don't want me to know, why should I ask?"
Su Ningxin put on her signature fake smile, "I really can't beat you in Tai Chi. I can paddle better than those old foxes in the court. I'd better just do it. This way I can at least get the rhythm back." My side.]
While thinking about Su Ningxin, she took off a bunch of bracelets from her wrists covered by her sleeves and put them on the table, then stretched out her hand and pushed them in front of Mu Zhiyun.
Mu Zhiyun's pupils shrank when he saw the bracelet, and then he and Su Ningxin looked at each other without speaking.
Now that she had decided to show her cards, Su Ningxin stopped beating around the bush, "Gu Mingxi asked me to come here. I used to be Feng Ying's secret guard and worked in the palace. Now something big is going to happen in the capital, and I need Feng Ying's help. "
(End of chapter)