After leaving Bai Cao Tang, Chen Mo went to buy some women's clothes again. In this era, such things were still considered taboo, and he received many disdainful looks on his way.
I thought about giving it to Zhang Long, but how can a martial artist buy anything? And even if he could buy something, he wouldn't know what size to choose.
Chen Mo had to personally select the clothes, choosing purely based on his own preferences. It was quite regrettable that in this era, most clothing styles were conservative and could not satisfy some of his peculiar tastes, such as black and white silk...
Zhang Long has been traveling throughout the nine provinces for several years and has been through many places. His face is thick enough, but when he went shopping for women's clothes with Chen Mo, he couldn't help but blush and lower his head, as if he were following the principle 'Do not look at things that are improper'. He was completely afraid to look around.
After buying the clothes, Chen Mo went to Zhen Wushì again to see Pei Nanjiang.
This time, he still failed to meet his wish, so he wrote another letter and left it at the inn before hurrying back home.
When he returned home, it was already in the afternoon. The weeds outside the four-courtyard house had been cleaned up, and the entire four-courtyard house had been swept clean, looking brand new.
The carriage had already departed from the gate of the house, but it left behind a long sword that was stuck into the ground.
Chen Mo frowned slightly, feeling restless in his heart.
Zhang Long saw this scene and unconsciously tightened his wooden sword at his waist, showing great alertness. "Master Zhuang, I will go and take a look first. If there is no danger, I will let you in."
"No need"
Chen Mo waved his hand to refuse, "Look at the scale of it. The person's strength is profound and immeasurable. You can't handle it on your own. At this moment, he probably already knows we've returned. Even if we leave now, there's no escaping."
As they were speaking, the long sword at the front of the big gate trembled slightly, making a sword sound. It seemed to be calling Chen Mo and the others to come in.
Chen Mo flipped off his horse, took down the things on the horse as usual, and knocked on the door.
Zhang Long took down the bundle on his horse and slung it behind him. He drew out his sword with his right hand, tightly holding the wooden sword, and was ready to fight to the death.
Dong—-
Just as the knocking sound echoed, Fu Baba pushed open the door, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Master Zhuang, someone is visiting..."
Ignoring Fu Baba, Chen Mo's eyes scanned the yard and saw immediately that Liu Wuxin and the other three women had emerged from the side room. They stood in a row, shivering and trembling, their heads bowed and they remained silent.
On the stone bench in front of them, a young man in white was twirling a folding fan in his hand, his expression calm.
Long Xiaotian
Chen Mo recognized the identity of the white-clad young man at a glance, pushed open Fu Baba, and handed over the medicine to him, then walked straight into the yard. "How do you know that I live here?"
Zhang Long felt as if he was facing a great enemy. Long Xiaotian was from Zhen Wushì, and he was a seventh-grade martial artist from the start. Zhang Long was only ninth grade. If Long Xiaotian were to harm Chen Mo, he might not be able to stop him.
"Last night, Zhen Wushì sent out their forces to annihilate the jailbreakers, and all prisoners were captured and returned. But there were three people who have not been found yet. I was thinking of following the trail to find them, perhaps by capturing one of the prisoners I could find the mastermind behind it. Little did I expect to find my way here... Chen Mo, are you hiding a beauty in a golden house or are you the mastermind?"
Long Xiaotian smiled indifferently, staring at Chen Mo with a mocking expression.
Liu Wuxin trembled and looked up in terror, wanting to explain for Chen Mo. He was not a bad person, but when he met the fierce eyes of Long Xiaotian, the words that were on the tip of his tongue just couldn't come out.
Chen Mo sat down with a grand air, showing no signs of being flustered by Long Xiaotian's words. "What do you think I am, Brother Long Xiaotian?"
"Although these three women may all be female, their appearance is far from satisfactory. As the third son of the Chen family, you can certainly find any kind of woman you want. If you really want to keep a woman as a concubine, there's no need for such a big hassle."
Currently, the appearance of Liu Wuxin's three women is indeed not very good. A small brat, not yet developed, one with a full body of bumps and an abnormal double-pupil look that is frightening. As for Su Yumo, her figure is quite good, but her face... It's a face that no one dares to praise.
Unless Chen Mo is really hungry, there's no way he, as the third son of the Chen family, would have his eyes on these three.
"Then what do you think I am, the mastermind behind the jailbreak?"
"Whether or not, it depends on what you say."
"Would you believe what I say?"
"Do you think what you say can make me believe?"
Long Xiaotian's face suddenly turned cold. "Yesterday you said to act at 3 o'clock in the evening, but people were kidnapped two hours before midnight. You did it on purpose, didn't you? And why? I think you are doing this for these three women."
"For these three prisoners, you're willing to deceive Zhen Wushì; do you know that this is a death sentence? If I wanted to, I could kill you ten times over. Still, I still want to hear why you would do such a thing."
Chen Mo was silent. He cupped his knees with his hands, raised his head slightly, and spoke earnestly: "I just want to give each of them a home."
？？？？
This remark was stunning. Long Xiaotian was momentarily stunned. The way it sounded was so like something a frequent customer of brothels would say.
Long Xiaotian suspiciously stared at Chen Mo for a moment, noticed that the latter was sincere, and didn't seem to be joking. Considering the things he had said to him earlier, he began to believe him a bit.
And the three women standing behind Chen Mo each had different expressions.
The little girl, Xiao Douding, being young, listened to the conversation for a while and then got tired. She lay on the ground and started playing with bugs.
Liu Wuxin touched the corner of her clothes, and her eyes were filled with tears. It wasn't because she was sad, but because she was happy. She seemed to have found someone she could rely on this time.
Su Yumo blinked her eyes and stared quietly at Chen Mo. She didn't know what she was thinking.
Seeing that Long Xiaotian was no longer intimidating, Chen Mo felt that he wasn't there to capture them. He turned his head towards the three women behind him and said, "I bought some new clothes for you, go change into them."
Upon hearing this, the three women looked at Long Xiaotian, but he didn't stop them. Without hesitation, they took the clothes from Zhang Long's hand and walked into the adjacent room.
Fu Baba, holding the herbs Chen Mo had just given him, first called out to Su Yumo who was about to enter the room.
"Miss Su, please wait."
"Fu Baba, what is it?"
Su Yumo frowned slightly and, after Liu Wuxin and the other two women entered the room, closed the door casually.
"Old man, looking at Miss Su's face, it seems to have been deliberately disfigured. Although the method is cruel and hard to remove, I have a bit of medical knowledge and am confident that I can help restore your previous appearance. Master has bought back the herbs, and once I mix them up a little, I can apply them to help you..."
"Restoring her appearance? Is it the master's idea, or your own?"
Upon hearing that her appearance could be restored, Su Yumo's face did not show any signs of happiness.
Fu Baba was somewhat surprised. Women usually take their appearance very seriously, and after being disfigured, they would be eager to restore their appearance as soon as possible. However, Su Yumo seemed to be the opposite, which made him curious about what had happened to her that made her no longer care about her appearance or even resist the idea of recovery.
"It was my idea."
Fu Baba spoke directly.
"Since that's the case, why would I need to restore my appearance? I'm not the kind of woman who only seeks to please others."
