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Because he had Murong Nan's instructions. Soon, Mo Yan found out something from the window.

The black streets were filled with carriages from north to south. They were connected from end to end, and a small night-light hung uniformly on the right side of the carriage. Looking from a height of three meters above the ground, it seemed as if there were strings of candied fruits lying on the black velvet of the background. One end of the beads faced the courtyard of Morda, and the other was hidden in the night, obscured from view by its origin.

"Lord 49! Look, why did so many carriages suddenly appear? "

Ling Ling took advantage of the report to discover this strange scene, clapping her hands and shouting for Ink Yan to come and take a look.

"These lights look so beautiful! They look like a small lamp, but the result is that they're small and the brightness is the same!"

Ink Yan continued chuckling.

"A limited-edition lamp from the palace, is it an ordinary item?"

Ling Ling let out a cry of surprise as she covered her mouth with her hands. Why were there so many lanterns?

However, he did not need the Ink Mist to explain. Actually, everyone knew this from the bottom of their hearts.

This was a group of high-ranking officials visiting Molda in the middle of the night!

As for what they were here for?

Hehe, Ink Yan turned her head. Her eyes revealed an extremely tender invitation. "Lingling, do you want to see the person who framed your young lady apologize to you?"

Ling Ling was dumbfounded.

The people who framed her were all high-ranking officials of the imperial court. In the past, it was these people that had kept forcing her into such a state by talking to each other. After the incident, she had once resented it and had been extremely hopeful that someone would be able to save her and her struggling young mistress. However, he never thought that he could force these officials to admit their mistakes!

"Oh my god!" Ling Ling cried out in shock. Was this okay?

"Are you kidding me? How can I, a lowly slave, be worthy of it? "

Regarding these, Ink Yan didn't explain, she just picked up Ling and said, "Why don't you come with me to take a look?"

"..."

Mordas was now in bed. The glory of the servant was called to his side, his whole body was shining like a large white winter melon whose skin had been peeled off.

Ronghua looked carefully at Morda, his head full of thoughts. What should he do next? Would he just let the wolf go like that? However, Molda's mind was filled with thoughts of how he would ask her about his relationship with 49. Why else would all the women in the yard, fat and thin, have helped her?

In the end, just at this moment, Butler Cong walked in from outside. He knelt on the ground and respectfully said that there were dozens of high-ranking officials with gifts to thank the general. He reminded them in a gentle yet firm manner.

"General, would you like to see the officials now?"

At that time, Ronghua had only enough time to grab a chuang slip and cringe in the corner. He was looking forward to letting Molda go! She only had the courage to do such a dangerous favor once! Right now, she clearly couldn't afford to be spoiled a second time.

Mo Da didn't hesitate as he grabbed his leather robe and chuang. His expression instantly turned as joyful as if he had seen his family.

In front of Ronghua, he actually patted the shoulder of the butler affectionately as he spoke.

"Butler, prepare some tea for this guest!" The best kind! "

WC? Since when did generals who only knew how to plunder know how to gift tea to others?

"Yes!" Steward Cong suppressed the shock in his eyes and bowed his head in acknowledgement. He bowed and asked, "Is there anything else you need?"

Molda thought about it for a moment, then continued to give orders in a generous tone.

"Oh right, this guest only came when it was night time. It might be a little tiring. Why don't you hurry to the backyard. Call out the dancer I've been given recently. Make a feast! Good wine and good meat will be served! "