I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Mr. Mo sat at the top without saying a word. His eyes only moved slightly, and Wei Ying stepped back and gave way.

There were not many desks in the room, so Luo Qianhuai didn't mind. He just pulled out a soft cushion and sat down under Wei Ying.

Mr. Wen's brows furrowed even more tightly: "Sir, I still have important matters to discuss, so it's best to get rid of the irrelevant people."

"Sir, if you have something to say, please speak up." Mr. Mo's voice was cold, his attitude clearly revealed.

Mr. Wen couldn't help but glance at Luo Qianhuai again. Seeing her calm and composed look, I couldn't help but feel angry when I remembered the last time she revealed her identity to him quietly.

With her present, all plans are equivalent to being exposed directly in front of His Majesty—wait a minute, maybe that's not the case.

The young master should have known this a long time ago, or in other words, he was confident that he could handle Mrs. Luo.

That's right, how could a young lady not fall in love with him when she met such a magnificent figure as the young master? Even His Majesty, there was no way to win the hearts of the people.

Therefore, what the young master did before was probably based on his own considerations. After all, if this person is killed, there will be others later, so there is no need to spend more time on it.

Thinking of this, Mr. Wen's anxiety immediately calmed down, and his usual gentle look appeared on his face.

"Since the young master trusts Mrs. Luo so much, my subordinates will no longer be suspicious." He said: "It's just that the young master's rash action this time is not without traces. The Huo family will inevitably find clues in the future. The young master is currently in the court. Our strength is still weak, and we often rely on the Huo family. If we become enemies because of things like this, we will lose more than we gain."

Mr. Mo gently rubbed his thumb on the white jade finger: "Pushing Huo Yu to this position earlier was not only a show of goodwill to the Huo family, but also a demonstration of strength. Although His Majesty values ​​Huo Xuan, he does not care about his sons. There is no intention of extending favor. If not, how could Huo Xuan be so warm to me?"

When Luo Qianhuai heard this, he finally understood that the Master Huo they were talking about before was from the same Huo family as Huo Yu, and could not possibly be his father or other elders.

"In this case, the young master can just maintain the status quo, so why bother to expel him from Changling City again?" Mr. Wen asked puzzledly.

He came here in a hurry tonight because he received the relevant instructions and was so frightened that he took the risk and came at night.

Mr. Mo just smiled and said nothing. Wei Ying and Wei Cang were like two sullen gourds, just drinking with their heads down. However, Luo Qianhuai turned his eyes and broke the silence.

No matter what other plans Mr. Mo has, the reason why he wants to deal with Huo Yu is not necessarily all because of himself, but at least five or six points should be.

What he said to Mr. Wen just now seemed reasonable and reasonable, but Luo Qianhuai knew in his heart that the most taboo thing for those in power throughout the ages was to change orders from day to day.

Mr. Mo's power in the court is not weak, but it cannot be too strong, otherwise Mr. Wen would not need to be upset about the failure of the marriage. It must have taken a lot of effort to push Huo Yu up earlier, but now he has to push Huo Yu down again without getting any benefits. It is simply not worth the gain.

Therefore, she has the obligation and responsibility to help Mr. Mo speak a few words of justice.

"Mr. Wen, don't you know that those in power must be kind and mighty?" Luo Qianhuai talked eloquently: "Although he showed kindness before, Huo Yu didn't seem to appreciate it. He made trouble again and again. He wanted to kill him before. Bu Xianxian was offered as a tribute in order to cut off the young master’s financial resources, and Mr. Huo also chose a fiancée whose virtues were not worthy of the young master. Although it seems like an unintentional mistake, if he had been willing to put more thought into it, there would be no such flaw.”

She didn't mention a word about the role she played in it, and sounded like she was thinking about Mr. Mo wholeheartedly:

"This is just the beginning of the cooperation. If the young master just accepts the situation quietly, I'm afraid that the Huo family will step on the young master's bottom line step by step and press forward step by step. At that time, they will not know that the young master borrowed the money from the Huo family. Or does the Huo family regard the young master’s disciples as their own? The young master just wants to give them a little warning. I think that since Mr. Huo can secure his current position, he will definitely make the right choice. I will fall out with the young master because of this trivial matter."

These words were summed up by Luo Qianhuai, who synthesized the information currently obtained and blended the essence of history books and strategy dramas of previous lives. They are universally applicable and accurately describe the relationship between certain communities of interests. Being secluded and reasonable, he successfully silenced a chattering counselor.

Mr. Wen is not a fool. Although he thought Luo Qianhuai was exaggerating at first, after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it made some sense.

He remained silent, lowered his head and drank three glasses of wine in a row. Then he stood up and said, "Today, my subordinates were in a hurry, and there were many arrogances in their words and deeds. I hope you will not offend me."

"Nothing." Mr. Mo seemed to be in a good mood. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he raised his glass and drank it.

"My subordinate came out in a hurry this time, so I will take my leave first." Mr. Wen cupped his fists and bowed.

Mr. Mo nodded in agreement, and then he slowly retreated. Before leaving, he cast a complicated look at Luo Qianhuai, which contained many complex emotions such as surprise, vigilance, worry, and even a fleeting look of appreciation. color.

As soon as Mr. Wen left, Wei Cang immediately yawned loudly: "Sir, Divine Doctor Xue said that if I want to restore my leg to its original state..."

Mr. Mo waved his hand lightly, and Wei Cang immediately jumped up on one leg as if he had been granted amnesty. Just as Wei Ying was about to open his mouth to continue reporting on the next task, he grabbed the back of his neck and dragged him away.

"What are you doing?" Wei Ying reached back and pinched Wei Cang's wrist, and the two of them exchanged a few simple moves within a few inches. Speaking of which, one of him and Wei Cang was good at light kung fu, and the other was good at swordsmanship. It was actually difficult to tell the winner in a fight. It was just that he was concerned about the latter's injury, and he was in front of Mr. Mo, so it was difficult for him to perform.

"Young master, it's been a tiring day. If there's anything you need to say, I can't tell you tomorrow?" Wei Cang said with an upright expression.

Only then did Wei Ying react and follow Wei Cang to quit. Before leaving the house, Wei Cang took advantage of Mr. Mo's head to pour wine, winked at Luo Qianhuai quickly, and said a few words silently.

Luo Qianhuai vaguely recognized that he seemed to be asking her to seize the opportunity.

As expected, he is not afraid of big troubles and always wants to complicate simple things.

"Young master, you have worked hard today." She felt a little sleepy: "Please rest early, my subordinates will go back to the backyard first."

As she spoke, she stood up. Just as she was about to walk out, she heard the man above her speak.

"Sit closer."

"Huh?" Luo Qianhuai thought he had heard wrong. When he turned around suddenly, he saw Mr. Mo's phoenix eyes reflecting the candlelight, looking at him scorchingly, and his slender jade hand pointed clearly at the position beside him. .