"What? An Gong pretends to be sick? Is it actually a trick to lure the enemy?"

After Wei Jie and Liu Muzhi returned to the manor, Wang and others had already gone to bed. The excited Liu Muzhi didn't care about resting and pulled Wei Jie to chat. When he heard Wei Jie talk about Xie Xing's illness, he was shocked.

"An Gong has good intentions and is truly worthy of his reputation and respectful!"

Wei Jie nodded slightly, agreeing in his heart. Xie An was indeed a respectable old man and said, "So what we shoulder in the future is not only to create a new emperor, but also the Xie family that Angong will be a hundred years later!"

"I guess this is what Mr. An made to you, right?" Liu Muzhi said thoughtfully, asking a little hesitantly.

"Did you agree?"

"Of course!" Wei Jie looked at Liu Muzhi with a little displeasure and said in a slightly dissatisfied tone.

"Do you think I shouldn't agree?"

"It's reasonable to accept it, but have you ever thought about it? After a hundred years of Angong, the Xie family is likely to be in a slump. At that time, not only will it not be able to provide us with help, but it will become a drag!" Liu Muzhi looked at Wei Jie's slightly cold eyes and said with a thorn in his mouth.

"Mr. An is gone, Xie family has Xie Xuan, and other children of the Xie family!" When Wei Jie said this, he himself didn't believe it. Perhaps only he knew it best. After Xie An died, Xie Xuan had not lived for a few years.

"And, a real man does something and does not do anything, and is entrusted by others to be loyal to others, not to mention that the person who made this request was An Gong!"

"I remember that if you really make a fortune in the future and become the new emperor's right-hand man, you must take care of the Xie family!"

"Thank you, Commander..." Liu Muzhi was about to say something, but was interrupted by Wei Jie's cold voice.

"Enough, Daohe, I know you are thinking about me, but Wei Jie really doesn't agree with this idea. If you can't do what I said today, I will go alone to Jingkou tomorrow!"

Wei Jie knew what Liu Muzhi wanted to say. Xie Xuan was good at leading troops and there was no problem in governing the army and fighting. However, in the court, he did not have the prestige of Xie An. He could not do the same as Xie An and could not weigh the trades and influence the ministers. In short, he had no political skills.

"Don't be angry, I'm also thinking about it for you, so that's what you want!" Going to Jingkou to find Liu Yu was Liu Muzhi's biggest wish. Liu Muzhi dared not say more now.

After the discussion, the two of them went back to their room to rest. As for saying goodbye to their mother Wang, they could only wait for tomorrow morning.

…

On the banks of the Qinhuai River, Huaiyue Tower, opposite the Qinhuai Tower, was still crowded with people and very lively at this time. Su Qiaoer had just finished the debate meeting in January. On the big stage in the lobby on the first floor of Huaiyue Tower, there were a few shirtless children walking the catwalk.

In Su Qiaoer's attic, a distinguished guest who rarely appears appeared was welcomed.

"Young Master Xie Kun is here, I am sorry for your mistakes!" Su Qiaoer asked Xie Kun to sit down while tidying up her slightly messy bun.

"Isn't the young master a loyal fan of Qinhuai Tower? Why did he come to my Huaiyue Tower today?"

"I've been going too much, that's all. Men, who doesn't want to be fresh?" Xie Kun reached out and stroked Su Qiaoer's face and said with a smile.

"Since the last talk was defeated by Miss Qiaoer, Miss Qiaoer was magnanimous and grateful. I only have the time to come to thank me today!"

Su Qiaoer smiled and said, "Young Master is no better than other high-ranking families. You are the nephew of Gong An. How dare Qiaoer let you go on the stage? Isn't this abstaining from Gong An? "

Xie Kun was greatly affected by Su Qiaoer's obedience and considerateness. He immediately held Su Qiaoer's hand, and without waiting for her to struggle, he pulled him over and sat on his lap, saying, "I wonder if Xie Kun can stay in Miss Qiaoer's boudoir today?"

Su Qiaoer didn't struggle to get up, but just looked at Xie Kun in shock.

"Mr. An is seriously ill, how can the young master have such leisure time?"

"Miss Qiao'er is not an outsider, so Xie Kun doesn't have to hide it. My uncle is indeed sick, but he feels a little cold, and it's not a big deal. It's far less serious than the rumors outside!"

When talking about Xie An's condition, Xie Kun was a little impatient. He let go of Su Qiaoer's wrist, stood up, and continued unhappily: "Isn't it really sick to pretend to be sick and not let us come out to play. Isn't this really sick?"

Su Qiaoer was stunned and said a while later: "I guess Mr. An is tired, so I will take this opportunity to take a few days off!"

"If you want to rest, just rest at home. With my uncle and grandpa's current status in the court, no matter how much time you have to rest, no one dares to say no!" Xie Kun returned to normal and pulled Su Qiaoer to his legs again, and his hands began to become irregular.

"Don't be impatient, do you want Qiao'er to break her rules and break her trust in all the high-ranking children in Jiankang City?" Su Qiao'er struggled for a while, got up, sorted out her clothes that were a little messed up by Xie Kun, and spoke in anger.

"Today, the young master will give the question. As long as the young master can beat Qiao'er's mouth, he will let the young master deal with it tonight. There is no other way! This will not only satisfy the young master's wishes, but also break the shackles on Qiao'er!"

"Come again?" Xie Kun suddenly looked unhappy. It didn't matter who asked the question. He had no confidence in defeating Su Qiaoer at all. He stood up silently.

"Why should Miss Qiao'er pretend to be a hypocritical? I, Xie Kun, am I not worthy of you, a brothel woman? If you don't tell me about the matter tonight, who can know? Don't wipe out my gentleman's pleasure!"

While speaking, Xie Kun wanted to hug Su Qiaoer again, but Su Qiaoer pushed him away and said coldly: "Please respect yourself. Although Qiaoer is a brothel woman, she is not a casual person. Do you think that the Anhui Gonghe is behind your back and will you do whatever you want in this so-called brothel land?"

"Young Master really thinks there is no one behind Qiao'er? If you use strength today and spread it, it will ruin the reputation of An Gong. Can you afford it?"

"Pretending to be serious, I'm a bitch? I want to set up a archway. Sooner or later, I'll be thrown on the bed and ravaged by others!" Su Qiaoer brought out Xie An's shield, and Xie Kun suddenly lost his temper, but he still humiliated Su Qiaoer in a relentless manner.

"Don't fall into this master's hands, otherwise you will not be able to survive or die. Humph! Wait for me!"

While speaking, Xie Kun walked down the attic in disappointment and walked towards the gate of Huaiyue Tower.

"How could the Xie family have such a thing come out!" Su Qiaoer looked at Xie Kun's departure back and curled her lips disdainfully.

"Since Xie An is pretending to be sick, there must be any conspiracy in this, so it's better to report it to the Lord quickly!"
Chapter completed!