"boss!"

There was unconcealable joy on Mo Mei's face, as if she had some good news to say.

"Who is this?"

Although he roughly guessed who the other party was, the reason why the other party found this place made him feel pity for Aska who was in a state of excitement.

"Hello, I am Xu Ancestor Swordsman, Nuo Yu. Thank you for taking care of Her Royal Highness during this time."

She took the initiative to reach out her hand, and Ye Lin held her fingertips and politely let go after introducing herself.

Because Aska has not returned yet and Xuzu is still in seclusion, the position of diplomatic envoy is temporarily vacant.

It has been closed for hundreds of years, so where does it come from as a diplomatic envoy?

As guessed, Nuoyu came to take Aska back. She said the reason was that the royal family felt that the eldest princess had stayed away for too long and it was time to go back.

"Sister Nuoyu, have you looked at those things downstairs? Our Xu Zu doesn't have any, not at all. It's been hundreds of years since Pelus failed to attack us, and we can no longer lock ourselves away from the country."

Aska can't wait. The Delos Empire is ready to move on the mainland. If Xuzu continues like this, he will be the next Belmare and the next puppet country.

"I have seen it, Your Highness, but this is a policy that has been in place for hundreds of years and cannot be abolished overnight unless..."

She rubbed Aska's hair lovingly, a deep sadness flashing in her eyes.

"Unless something!"

"Nothing, let's go back, princess."

Nuo Yu quickly turned around and changed the topic.

"Well, let me tidy up. After returning to Xuzu, I must propose to my father to abolish the policy. By the way, the evidence, the evidence that our Xuzu does not have!"

Aska touched his pocket anxiously, and then looked at him with a petition. Abolition of the national isolation policy requires strong physical support to block the faces of those nobles. Xuzu has really fallen behind.

"Mo Mei, go to the store and pack some things for Aska to take with you."

She took out a space prop that Alice made when she diverted her attention in her spare time, and handed it to Mo Mei.

Aska danced excitedly in the bedroom. As long as the lockdown is abolished, then he can play as he pleases!

"well……"

Nuo Yu looked at Aska's back and shook his head and sighed, took out a white veil to cover his face, and subconsciously opened the folding fan to soothe the pain in his heart.

The white folding fan has several ink paintings on it, dotted with small vermilion flowers, and matches the image of Nuoyu's classical beauty, creating an artistic conception in which people and paintings complement each other.

"It's a pity. Paintings of beauties are more beautiful, but there is something missing..."

Ye Lin pretended to be profound and made a casual comment. He glanced at the painting fan. He seemed to be a sharp-eyed and critical literati, pointing out Nuo Yu's shortcomings.

If it were Siatt, she would have complained on the spot that you were wearing a hammer, but the other party was Nuo Yu, who liked poetry, and these words went directly to her heart.

"So you are also a scholar? Please give me some advice. Nuoyu is very grateful."

She always felt that she was missing something, so she asked her master Xi Lan for advice, but Xi Lan scratched her head and held it in for a long time before spitting out... Why don't you try it with a wine bottle?

"The people are beautiful and the paintings are good, but this fan is too monotonous and missing...a poem."

With a smile on his lips and a calm face, he took out a portion of tea and brewed it in a very ordinary way. However, this scene had a different flavor because Nuo Yu had preconceived him as a cultivated scholar.

The tea ceremony is quite complex and has extremely high requirements on artistic conception, techniques and materials. But she is about to leave with Aska, and Ye Lin's simple brewing method is just right for the scene of her departure.

If it is a standard tea ceremony, they also need a quiet room, a spring water, and a small stove, and there will definitely be no time to drink a cup of tea.

And from her venomous look, which has been immersed in tea ceremony for many years, it can be seen that this tea is absolutely the best. He was in a hurry to make a cup of farewell tea for himself, and he was not rude.

The tea leaves were obtained from Meiya, so of course they are of the highest quality...

"Nuo Yu also has some research on poetry. He picked up the pen several times, but wasted on painting the fan."

Her eyes were full of expectation, maybe she could get the answer she wanted from this person.

Mo Mei happened to be back, and when she was about to speak, she was prompted by Ye Lin's look, so she sat aside obediently and watched her boss act on the spot.

"Your knuckles are long and strong, and you carry a three-foot green blade on your back. You are obviously a powerful swordsman."

"Exactly, Nuo Yu is currently training under the Sword Saint Xilan's sect and has learned some clumsy skills."

Xilan?

Mo Mei blinked on the side, and it turned out that this person was what the boss said, the Shaying who was haunted by ghosts and gods and went to Cantwen to feel Jige's will, his junior sister.

"You look dignified and beautiful, but you look tired. There is only a carriage parked outside the door..."

Nuo Yu's eyes lit up and he said sincerely: "Sir, your vision is precise. The distance between Su Nan and Hedunmaer is long. Nuo Yu often takes the bright moon as his companion and the carriage as his home."

She felt more and more that the cultural accomplishment of the person in front of her was unfathomable, and she subconsciously began to use honorifics.

Mo Mei pinched her legs and bit her lower lip to hold back her laughter. She was used to seeing her boss's dirty tricks and lack of moral integrity. He suddenly pretended to be a cultivated man of letters, which felt very weird no matter what.

"Do you have a spouse?"

"The little girl practices swordsmanship and has not yet taken into account the love between her children."

Nuo Yu was stunned, wondering why he suddenly asked about this.

She once had a loved one, but that loved one was unaware of her admiration at the time. His meticulous care for half a month did not touch her frozen heart. Instead, he asked her blankly: "Do you know her name?"

Luxi

When she got the answer, she heard a "thank you."

"If you don't have a lover, then when you are alone outside, all you miss is home."

Ye Lin pretended not to know, took a sip of tea, stood up, looked out the window, and chanted the ultimate masterpiece that has been passed down for thousands of years - "Thoughts on a Quiet Night"!

When the poem fell to the ground, she was stunned. She looked silently at the folding fan in her hand that she was most satisfied with. She suddenly felt that this folding fan did not seem to be worthy of the poem with far-reaching artistic conception. It was not qualified.

Mo Mei, who had been holding back her laughter and waiting for him to reveal her secret, also widened her eyes and patted her face, feeling very unbelievable.

Aska, who had just come out after packing up and bowing, looked at the three people suspiciously, what's going on?

Two of them looked shocked, and one looked at the window. What's going on?

After a long while, Nuo Yu shook her hands and took a sip of the slightly cold tea, then bowed and saluted, "This young lady admires Mr.'s talent!"

"No, no, this is not a poem I wrote, it is a poem I got by chance."

Ye Lin hurriedly explained, describing the author of this poem as an indifferent poet who had died of illness, and he had obtained his collection of poems by chance.

"Sir, can you lend me your collection of poems?"

Nuo Yu's veil had long since fallen off, and her beautiful eyes were shining with anticipation. Then she realized something and bowed her head in shame, apologizing, "It was Nuo Yu who was abrupt. How can you lend such a rare treasure to someone casually?"

"That's not true. Poetry belongs to everyone. If it is sung and admired by others, I think he will be very happy. I just didn't take it with me."

His words were casual and polite, but he underestimated Nuoyu's desire for the poetry collection.

"Nuo Yu uses the hairpin as a token. If my husband goes to Su'nan one day, Nuo Yu will treat him with utmost courtesy."

"Um...thank you for your things. I don't have enough money, so I'll give you this card. When you come to Sunan, use this to pay me back!"

Because Mo Mei had a little desire to help the princess, a lot of good things were placed in the space props.

Aska has spent more than half a month here, and of course he understands the value of these items. He and Nuoyu probably can't afford gold coins.

He simply left a fiery red hairpin on his head. How could the eldest princess of Xuzu always owe money?

After looking at the two keepsakes on the table, Aska's was okay, but Nuoyu's golden hairpin had to be compiled into a collection of poems by myself?