After rebirth, I became the widow of my mortal enemy

Chapter 163 How childish! Yan Mobai

Yan Mobai then reluctantly walked towards the door.

He walked to the door, turned around, pulled her in front of him, held her face, kissed her forehead, eyes, wings of nose, and corners of lips, then let her go and walked out.

Then he tiptoed and flew away using light skills.

Ning Miao closed the door, fastened the bolt, leaned against the door, was distracted for a moment, then walked to the table, ready to turn off the lights and go to bed.

Something caught her eye on the low couch where Yan Mobai had just sat, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

Go forward and pick it up.

It's a money bag.

It was obviously dropped by Yan Mobai.

She opened her purse and looked inside. There was no heavy objects such as small change, only a stack of silver bills worth a considerable amount.

Ning Miao's first reaction was that Yan Mobai had dropped it accidentally when he was sitting here just now.

I soon realized that it was not.

Because the purse was usually kept in the sleeve pocket, if it fell, it would not fall behind where he was sitting, but only on the edge of the couch or on the ground.

So, this was a deliberate attempt to leave a stack of money for her?

She is now trapped in Dali Temple, unable to go anywhere and unable to spend her money.

Besides, she has food, drink and accommodation in the Dali Temple, so she doesn't need to spend any money.

When she was about to tie up the purse and put it away, she found that the rope was broken and a piece of it was loose.

She suddenly understood.

This was because she saw that she said during the day that Lan Ying's purse was worn out and she gave Lan Ying a new purse. So, he deliberately left this broken purse with her, asking her to give him a new one.

Ning Miao couldn't help but want to laugh.

How childish, Yan Mobai.

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next day

After the morning court, Yan Mobai was kept by Emperor Zhaoqing to discuss some matters. It was almost noon when he returned to the Dali Temple.

"Let's have lunch at the Dali Temple today." Yan Mobai instructed Chifeng Lanying.

Chi Feng understood and asked him, "Do you want to eat in advance? I will make the arrangements."

It’s just like eating tofu pudding before. I can get what I want and meet the people I want to meet, while avoiding the meal times of the crowd.

"No need, just go with everyone. I'm not a man-eating beast. They will have to adapt eventually." Yan Mobai said.

Previously, he was eating tofu pudding, so there was nothing wrong with going there early. But now he was having a meal. It was already strange that he would have a meal at the Dali Temple, and it was inevitable that he would arouse suspicion if he went there early.

He must ensure Ning Miao's safety.

The master and his two servants came to the dining room in the back kitchen, and everyone once again gave up their seats for them.

However, after the previous two experiences, especially the second time when Mobai bought everyone candied haws, everyone was obviously not so restrained anymore.

There was no longer total silence, and everyone started chatting and talking.

The women from the kitchen went to the dining room to serve the dishes.

Ning Miao also helped out.

She carried two plates of bamboo shoots into the dining room and saw Yan Mobai there.

There weren't many surprises.

Yan Mobai raised his eyes and looked at her. Their eyes met in the air. After staring at each other for a moment, she quickly turned her eyes away and walked as usual.

There were six tables in total, and the dishes for each table were the same.

Ning Miao looked at the table that didn't have bamboo shoots and put the bamboo shoots in his hand on there.

I put one plate away and there is still one plate left.

As she was looking at the tables, she heard Chi Feng's voice: "Oh, sir, today we have the bamboo shoots you like."

Finally, she heard Chi Feng calling her, "Aunt Zhou, our table is not served. Put it here."

Ning Miao looked over and Chi Feng pointed to the empty space on the table in front of Yan Mobai.

Ning Miao's eyes moved slightly.

If Lan Ying was so enthusiastic, she could still understand it, but since Chi Feng, who was always silent, was so proactive, she had to doubt his intentions.

As for?

Although she felt a little speechless, she still walked over.

"Since when did you start liking bamboo shoots? Didn't you say that bamboo shoots were unpalatable and difficult to digest?" Lan Ying asked Chi Feng.

Red wind sweat.

I wanted to kick him, but then I remembered the last time I kicked him and he questioned me in public, so I quietly retracted my foot.

"Didn't you not eat coriander before? Don't you enjoy eating it now?" Yan Mobai said in a cold voice.

Lan Ying met his cold gaze and was so frightened that she quickly lowered her head to eat, not daring to say another word.

Ning Miao saw it and felt even more speechless.

She walked to Yan Mobai's side and placed the plate of bamboo shoots in her hand where Chi Feng had just pointed.

When she withdrew her hand, Yan Mobai, who had just picked up a piece of vegetable, also withdrew his hand. She had her left hand and Yan Mobai had his right hand, so their hands touched.

Ning Miao's breathing quickened and he glanced at everyone quickly.

There are so many people here, I don’t know whether this guy did it intentionally or unintentionally.

Seeing that his expression was calm, he put the food into his mouth and chewed it slowly as if nothing had happened, and talked to Song Xiao who was sitting not far away, as if he didn't even notice that there was someone around him, she felt relieved.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she noticed that his legs moved under the table and touched her legs.

Ning Miao:......

It's obviously intentional.

She remembered that on the day of Shangsi Festival, the Marquis's family had breakfast together, and she sat next to him, pretending to bump into him accidentally.

This man is so good at learning, he just imitates her!

She moved her sleeves, threw the object in her sleeves down without a word, and walked away.

Chi Feng was sitting on Yan Mobai's right, and when Ning Miao served the dishes, he stood between him and Yan Mobai.

Therefore, he noticed all the little movements of his master. He buried his face in the bowl to eat, and then he suppressed the slight twitching of his mouth.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that such a cold, aloof, ascetic Buddhist, and jade-faced Rakshasa-like person would one day do such little things.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a coin bag lying quietly on the ground between the two of them.

Chi Feng turned his head and looked over. He saw the familiar fabric and style. He narrowed his eyes, put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, and bent down to pick them up.

"Sir, your purse has fallen."

Yan Mobai was stunned when he heard this, and a hint of joy flashed across his eyes. He immediately turned his head to look at what was in Chi Feng's hand.

When he saw that it was still his coin bag, his eyes darkened slightly.

Pursing his thin lips, he reached out and took the purse.

Just as he was about to put the money into his sleeve, he suddenly felt something and took the purse in his hand to take a look.

The drawstring has been changed.

He had broken the original drawstring and replaced it with one woven of thread the same color as the purse, woven in the same way as the silver cord she had given him.

The unstitched part at the cuff was also sewn up.

The stitches are fine and even.

Not only that, willow branches are embroidered on the drawstring of the purse.

Because it was only embroidered on the cuff and not on the body of the purse, he didn't see it just now.

There are only a few branches, extremely low-key yet exquisite.

It's the style he likes.

With the corners of his lips slightly curled, he put the purse into his sleeve.

-

After the meal, I returned to the office.

There is a half-hour break.

Chi Feng and Lan Ying were about to go out and find a place to take a rest when they were stopped by Yan Mobai.

"Lan Ying, show me the coin bag your godmother gave you."