Chapter 32 Mao Xiang's Attitude
Chapter 32: Mao Xiang's Attitude
The next morning.

Carefully moving the snow-white arm around his neck, Ye Xuan slowly sat up.

Looking at the pretty face of the beauty on the couch which was still blushing, Ye Xuan was secretly shocked.

I still remember that when I first met her, this little girl looked so weak that she couldn't withstand the conquest. Who would have thought that after these few days of training, she actually became the master.

There are six hours in a night, and only two hours are used for sleeping.

If it weren't for the systematic strengthening, most people's kidneys would really be useless.

I walked to the washbasin rack and was about to wash myself up, but I heard the arguing of the madam outside the house.

"Madam, please don't tell me that Miss Nianwei has a guest in her room!"

"Mr. Zhang, there is indeed a guest in Nianwei's room!"

"Or is it Mr. Ye Liangchen?"

"you do not say!"

"This... makes me so angry!"

Ye Xuan chuckled, secretly thanking himself for having chosen a pen name, and also for having been wearing casual clothes in Miaoyin Pavilion these past few days.

Otherwise, if those people outside the house knew that Nianwei, who only sold her art but not her body, not only stayed with him every night but also did not charge him a penny, they would be so angry that they would jointly write a letter to sue him.

Leaning over and gently tapping Nianwei's forehead, Ye Xuan did not wake her up and left Miaoyin Pavilion.

After eating a few buns on the way, Ye Xuan leisurely returned to the Zhenfusi Yamen.

Just as he asked his men to make a cup of tea, Fatty Huang came up to him with a jealous look on his face.

"Fatty Huang, what's wrong with you?" Ye Xuan asked in confusion.

Could it be that I have been absent-minded these days and missed some major case?

But if you think about it carefully, it’s not the case.

Sure enough, Fatty Huang spoke with a look of resentment on his face.

"What can I do? I'm just unsatisfied." Fatty Huang glanced at Ye Xuan and joked, "I haven't even seen Brother Ye in the past few days. Could it be that he has been squeezed dry?"

Ye Xuan chuckled and touched the tip of his nose awkwardly, "That's not the case, but I am indeed a little tired."

"Isn't this a break from coming back to work?"

When Fatty Huang heard this, his expression became even uglier.

Ye Xuan promised to treat us, so take him to have some fun.

As a result, Ye Xuan got the beauty, but left Fatty Huang alone.

That would have been fine, but for the next few days, there was no sign of Ye Xuan. It was easy to tell what kind of celestial life Ye Xuan was living.

However, Fatty Huang did not dwell on the matter. Instead, he asked in surprise, "Brother Ye, you always tell me if you are related to our Commander Mao?"

Ye Xuan was stunned by what he said, and said, "Fat Huang, what do you mean by that?"

Fatty Huang had an expression that said, "You're still pretending to be nice to me," and he chuckled, "Brother Ye, why are you not telling me the truth? If you weren't related to Commander Mao, why would the old man be looking for you everywhere at dawn?"

"What, the command room is looking for me!" Ye Xuan was surprised. Why was Mao Xiang looking for him for no reason?

Before he could figure it out, Fatty Huang urged him, "Brother Ye, if you don't want to say anything, just don't forget us old brothers when you become rich in the future!"

"Of course!" Ye Xuan said as he stood up from the armchair and went to where Mao Xiang was.

Along the way, Ye Xuan was still thinking about why Mao wanted to find him. Logically speaking, Mao Xiang was the commander of the Jinyiwei, while he was just a centurion.

What could he want from me? The Empty Seal case had just come to an end, so this shouldn't be the reason.

Unable to figure it out, Ye Xuan gave up.

When he arrived at the inner hall of Jinyiwei, Ye Xuan knocked on the door.

"Captain of the Imperial Guard, Ye Xuan requests to see the Commander."

I thought I would have to wait for a few minutes, but as soon as I finished speaking, the commander's door creaked open.

"Haha, you're late today!"

It was Mao Xiang, the commander of Jinyiwei.

Ye Xuan smiled awkwardly and said, "Some things have delayed me. I am really sorry, Commander."

After all, I'm at work. In my previous life, it would be considered late for work, and it would be unreasonable no matter where I live.

So Ye Xuan apologized immediately without any hesitation.

But Mao Xiang, who was usually strict, didn't look angry at all today. Instead, he was still as enthusiastic as ever.

He took Ye Xuan's arm and walked into the room. "Come, come, this is the Maojian tea that my compatriots from Yelang brought me. It's very rare. Come and have a taste."

Ye Xuan was a little worried, but he didn't show it.

Instead, he accepted it very calmly, picked up the teacup and took a sip. Ye Xuan gave him a few polite compliments.

Logically speaking, Mao Xiang is also a veteran in the officialdom, so there is no reason why he could not understand Ye Xuan's courtesy.

Instead, he happily called his men and ordered them to pack two kilograms of tea for Ye Xuan.

The subordinate looked at Ye Xuan in surprise, and when he saw Ye Xuan looking at him, he immediately put on a flattering smile.

Having been with Mao Xiang for more than ten years, this was the first time he saw a Jinyiwei as young and low-ranking as Ye Xuan receive tea from Mao Xiang.

So he didn't dare to delay at all and hurriedly brought two tea bags and handed them to Ye Xuan.

Seeing this, Ye Xuan not only did not relax at all, but became even more alert.

As the saying goes, one does not receive rewards without merit. Mao Xiang's sudden courtesy must have some ulterior motive.

Sure enough, a moment later, Mao Xiang said, "You are really a man of few talents. If it weren't for the empty seal case, I would have almost not discovered your talent."

Ye Xuan knew that Mao Xiang was just being polite, so he didn't respond, but just maintained a polite and humble smile.

As expected, Mao Xiang changed the subject, leaned over and whispered, "The emperor today appreciates young and promising people like you the most. The emperor specifically asked to meet you!"

Ye Xuan was shocked when he heard this, and his brain started working rapidly.

God have mercy on me, I just want to be a salted fish centurion, search the house when there is a case, and lie on Nianwei's bed when I have nothing to do. I never thought about dealing with Zhu Yuanzhang, the legendary official beheading weapon.

You know, if you are not careful, you may lose your life.

Thinking of this, Ye Xuan hurriedly declined.

"I am just a centurion, how can I be qualified to meet His Majesty? Isn't this embarrassing for me?"

Mao Xiang's face turned serious and he scolded, "You are so stupid. The emperor doesn't only care about official positions. As long as you have real talent and hard work, he will never bury you. All right, pack up and attack with me to meet the emperor."

Seeing that Mao Xiang didn't seem to be doing anything, I suddenly started to wonder, could it be that what Mao Xiang said about reusing him was not just a joke?
And speaking of which, how did Zhu Yuanzhang take a fancy to me, and when did my name reach Zhu Yuanzhang's ears?

(End of this chapter)