Xu Wenrui was waiting for this, and his eyes lit up, "Really?"

Jiang Zebei responded softly, "Yes."

"That's good. My father has gathered many talented and learned people for you, all of whom have clean backgrounds. With them in the court, they will be more wings."

If you want to gain a foothold in the court, you must not only have talents from soldiers and generals, but also civil officials who can quaint their words. Some wars without gunpowder can only charge forward.

When Jiang Zebei heard Xu Wenrui's words, his expression became gentle, and his eyes were filled with warm nostalgia, "Is the teacher okay recently?"

"Okay, very good. I heard that I can eat several bowls of rice every day..."

During the conversation, the group soon arrived at Mo Keju.

Chen Mengtian looked up and looked at the plaque with three big characters "Mo Keju" hanging in front of him. There were some elegant decorations in front of the door, and many literati and scholars walked in and out.

"Let's go in." Jiang Zebei took Chen Mengtian's hand and stepped into Mo Keju.

There were many people in the hall, but they did not make loud noises, but instead talked in a low voice.

Sitting in front of the counter facing the storefront, there was a middle-aged man. When he saw Jiang Zebei, Chen Mengtian, Xu Wenzhan, Xu Wenrui, Xuanwu and others, his eyes were squinting and he immediately opened his eyes wide.

He hurriedly walked out of the counter, jogged to the group, and said respectfully: "The guest is in a bad mood to welcome you when he arrives. The private room upstairs is ready, please go upstairs."

Jiang Zebei nodded gently to the middle-aged man and walked upstairs.

There was not much noise here, but it alarmed everyone in the hall.

Who doesn’t know that Mo Keju has always been proud and independent, and the servants here are neither arrogant nor humble. Although they bent down when they see noble people, they are very proud.

At this time, the great manager of Mo Keju was so respectful to Jiang Zebei and his group and had a bit of humility, so everyone was naturally a little surprised.

Especially when seeing Jiang Zebei and Chen Mengtian’s gorgeous face and the aura that matches the two of them, they are simply a match of a talented man and a talented man and a beautiful woman.

In the sight of everyone, Jiang Zebei and his group went upstairs.

The middle-aged man was the chief manager of Mo Keju. The other party brought them into the private room. The decorations inside the room were elegant and the atmosphere of books was full of books.

Jiang Zebei and Chen Mengtian sat on the couch by the window, and saw the scene downstairs here. As soon as they sat down, the middle-aged man turned around and closed the door and knelt straight on the ground.

"I have seen my master, my master is healthy."

The direction he knelt was exactly where Jiang Zebei sat.

Jiang Zebei retracted his gaze downstairs, and Zhumu looked at the man kneeling on the ground and whispered: "Get up."

"Thank you, my master."

The middle-aged man stood up, "The slave is so he can bring some tea and snacks. I wonder what taste does the master and wife like?"

Chen Mengtian, who had been pretending to be invisible people, spoke when he heard someone calling him: "Give me a pot of Longjing tea, pine nut lily crisp, date paste crisp, and another serving of pea yellow."

"Yes, I'll prepare now."

The chief manager turned around and left the room and closed the door gently.

After the other party left, King He of Jiang Zebei, who was separated by Chen Mengtian, who was sitting in a table, saw that the other party had no surprise at all, as if he had known that this Mo Keju belonged to him for a long time.

He smiled with a soft face and showed a doting smile.

The big palm gently pulled the small hand of the little woman opposite and held it carefully.
Chapter completed!