Xu Wenrui was waiting for this, his eyes lit up, "Really? ”

Jiang Zebei replied softly, "Hmm." ”

"That's good, father, he has gathered a lot of talented people for you, all of them have clean backgrounds, and they will be like tigers in the court."

If you want to gain a foothold in the court, you must not only have the talent of the soldiers, but also the civil officials who can chew the words.

When Jiang Zebei heard Xu Wenrui's words, the expression in his eyes became gentle, and his peach blossom eyes were filled with warm nostalgia, "How is the teacher doing lately?" ”

"Okay, it's very good, I heard that I can eat several bowls of rice every day......"

During the conversation, the group soon came to the Moke House.

Chen Mengtian raised his head and looked at the plaque with three big characters hanging in front of him, and in front of the door were some elegant furnishings, and many literati and scholars walked in and out.

"Let's go inside." Jiang Zebei took Chen Mengtian's hand and stepped into the ink house.

There were many people in the hall, but everyone did not make a loud noise, but gathered together and talked in a low voice.

Sitting in front of the counter facing the façade, there was a middle-aged man, and when the other party saw Jiang Zebei, Chen Mengtian, Xu Wenzhan, Xu Wenrui, Xuanwu and others, his eyes that were originally squinting immediately widened.

He hurriedly walked out of the counter, jogged in front of the group, and said respectfully: "The arrival of the distinguished guest is not far away, the private room upstairs has been prepared, please go upstairs." ”

Jiang Zebei bowed lightly to the middle-aged man and walked upstairs.

There was not much movement here, but it alarmed everyone in the hall.

Who doesn't know, Mokeju has always been proud and independent, and the little guys here are neither arrogant nor humble, and although they bent over, they were very arrogant.

At this time, the chief steward of Mokeju was so respectful to Jiang Zebei and his party, and he was a little humble, everyone was naturally a little surprised.

Especially when I saw Jiang Zebei and Chen Mengtian, their peerless appearances, and the aura of the two of them matching, they were simply a talented and beautiful match.

In everyone's sight, Jiang Zebei and his party went upstairs.

The middle-aged man was the chief steward of this ink guest house, and the other party brought them into the private room, and the decoration in the room was full of elegance and the smell of books in the room.

Jiang Zebei and Chen Mengtian sat on the couch by the window, and they happened to see the scene downstairs here, as soon as they sat down, the middle-aged man turned around and closed the door, kneeling straight on the ground.

"The slave has seen the master, and the master is healthy."

The direction in which he knelt was where Jiang Zebei was sitting.

Jiang Zebei retracted his gaze downstairs, looked at the man kneeling on the ground, and said softly: "Get up." ”

"Thank you, master."

The middle-aged man stood up, "The slave will let people serve some tea and snacks, I don't know what the master and his wife like to taste?" ”

Chen Mengtian, who had been pretending to be an invisible person on the side, spoke when he heard someone calling him: "Come to a pot of Longjing tea, pine nut lily crisp, jujube paste shortbread, and a pea yellow." ”

"Yes, the minion will go and prepare."

The chief steward turned to leave the room and closed the door gently.

After the other party left, Jiang Zebei Wang He was separated by Chen Mengtian, who was on a table, and saw that there was no surprise on the other party's face, as if he had already known that this ink guest house was his.

He pursed his lips and smiled, his face softened, revealing a doting smile.

The big palm gently pulled the small hand of the little woman opposite and held it carefully.

Chen Mengtian lowered his eyes, looked at his movements, and raised his eyebrows slightly.