Duan Wenjun's restraint is not due to Mrs. Yinhua's unruliness.
He knew in his heart that if Mrs. Yinghua was as open-minded as she showed, her Guiyuan would probably not exist in this General Pavilion for so long.
Duan Wenjun didn't believe that she was someone who would commit herself casually.
Instead, he felt that there would be an extremely powerful background presence behind her.
She is so strong that she doesn't have to be afraid of anyone.
It's just necessary to cover it all up with some seemingly unruly behavior.
Duan Wenjun had seen too many women like this when he was performing missions in his previous life.
Therefore, he firmly believed that he would never be wrong.
The best way to deal with this kind of woman is to show off her youthful appearance and make her think that she is disguised well.
Then, slowly understand what she wants to do.
This is a psychological battle under the mask.
Seeing Duan Wenjun's slightly embarrassed look, the smile on Mrs. Yinhua's face became even bigger.
However, she had no intention of teasing Duan Wenjun anymore. Instead, she twisted her body and sat down again in front of the table.
She poured herself and Duan Wenjun a cup of tea each, then pointed to the seat opposite and said, "Mr. Duan, please sit down!"
Mrs. Yinghua's face no longer had the charming and provocative expression just now, but her expression became very solemn.
Seeing her serious look, Duan Wenjun was slightly startled.
He didn't know why Mrs. Yinghua suddenly became so serious, but he vaguely felt an unusual atmosphere.
"Master Duan, do you know why the slave family is so interested in the master and want him to stay alone?" Just when Duan Wenjun was surprised, Mrs. Yinhua stared at him and spoke again.
As soon as she said this, she had opened up the topic.
No more covering up.
Just as Duan Wenjun had just expected, Mrs. Yinhua said that asking him to stay to discuss the method of making osmanthus tea was just a pretense.
Mrs. Yinghua, of course, has another purpose.
"I'm stupid, please let me know clearly!" Duan Wenjun replied calmly.
However, to his surprise, Mrs. Yinhua was not prepared to explain.
Instead, she asked a second question, "I wonder how much Mr. Duan knows about the Shadow Sect?"
"Shadow Gate?" Although Duan Wenjun was surprised, he forced himself to calm down and showed a puzzled look on his face, "Why do you think you don't understand what the lady is saying?"
Mrs. Yinhua suddenly mentioned the Shadow Gate, which was somewhat surprising to him.
Although he thought Mrs. Yinhua was mysterious, he didn't expect that she was actually related to the Shadow Sect.
"It seems that Mr. Duan still doesn't believe in the slave family!" Mrs. Yinhua picked up the teacup, took a sip, and sighed faintly, "When Hen Wuchang returned to Yuxingguan, he drank a cup of tea here at the slave family. By the way, I even had a chat over a cup of tea with my slave."
Duan Wenjun's expression changed slightly.
He only had one encounter with Hen Wuchang.
Moreover, that was another encounter that made him feel inexplicable.
Hate Wuchang, he had dealt with Mo Shoucheng before.
Their martial arts skills are comparable.
That day, Duan Wenjun and Mo Shoucheng returned to Wangjiang County from Duanjiabao.
On the way, the carriage was blocked by Hen Wuchang and his men.
Mo Shouben thought that there would be a hard fight between them.
However, Hen Wuchang said that he did not want to conflict with them.
Then, Hen Wuchang and Duan Wenjun exchanged a poem and a limerick.
A limerick that comes from Duan Wenjun's previous life and should not exist in this world.
It seemed that Hate Wuchang went to Wangjiang just to confirm something.
When Duan Wenjun came up with his answer, he took the people and left directly.
Moreover, he also told Duan Wenjun that if he wanted to know more, he could visit the Shadow Gate in Yuxing Mountain.
He came quickly and appeared suddenly.
There was no sloppiness in leaving.
At that time, it was completely beyond Duan Wenjun's imagination.
Even Mo Shoucheng on the side was a little confused.
However, hatred of impermanence comes suddenly and goes away quickly.
After that, there was no news.
After a few months, if Mrs. Yinhua hadn't mentioned him now, Duan Wenjun would have almost forgotten this person.
Duan Wenjun frowned slightly, "I wonder what this Hen Wuchang said to Madam?"
This time, Mrs. Yinhua did not try to sell things to Duan Wenjun, but stared at him and said, "Since the young master has seen Hate Wuchang, then he must know that the notorious Shadow Sect in the world is actually the same as the Shadow Sect where Hate Wuchang is." It’s not the same thing anymore!”
"I heard a little bit!" Duan Wenjun nodded.
"Does Mr. Duan know why there are two different shadow doors?" Mrs. Yinhua asked.
"I heard this matter mentioned by my friends." Duan Wenjun said slowly without avoiding the question.
Since I have heard these rumors, it should not be a secret.
Mrs. Yinghua’s information is so well-informed, she shouldn’t be unaware of it.
In particular, the rumors on the Fushui River made a big fuss, and he was innocently involved in it.
"Zhao Yu, the last emperor of the former Wei Dynasty, was actually not very stupid. He had long discovered that Du Zhongxian, the second generation leader of the Shadow Sect, was unreliable."
"It's just that it was too late by then. Du Zhongxian was already extremely powerful. With the power gone, Zhao Yu could not resist at all. He even knew that the death of Yan Yuxuan, the first master of the Shadow Sect, was planned by Du Zhongxian."
"So, in order to have a chance to make a comeback, he secretly gave away many treasures in the palace."
"There is a theory that the ship carrying these treasures disappeared mysteriously on the Fushui River and was never seen again. So now there are still many people in the rivers and lakes who go to Jingzhou to try their luck with the idea of hunting for treasures."
"Another way of saying this is that Zhao Yu sent more than just people from that fleet. The people who were loyal to his Shadow Sect at that time had also been transferred out long ago, and they even took Zhao Yu away. A son of Yu."
After hearing Duan Wenjun's words, the solemn expression on Mrs. Yinhua's face finally dissipated, and she returned to the smiling look before. "It seems that Hen Wuchang has misjudged his sight. Although Mr. Duan is in the remote area of Wangjiang, Although the news is not blocked, he is even better informed than many people in the capital."
At this point, she rolled up her sleeves, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and then continued, "But let me guess, it was the second young master from Prince Rui's Mansion who told you this news, or the one from Yujianmen. What did Mo Qixia tell you?"
"Is there any problem?" Duan Wenjun frowned.
From Mrs. Yinghua's words, he seemed to hear something strange.
Mrs. Yinhua looked at the door warily, and then said slowly, "Since Mr. Duan can answer the two poems about Hate Wuchang, he must know about the sacred object from the previous court?"
"The fetish of the previous dynasty?" Duan Wenjun was stunned when he heard this, looked at her doubtfully, and shook his head, "Madam, I'm really a little confused."
"Master Duan, the slave family knows that you and I have just met, so you definitely don't believe me." Mrs. Yinhua sighed leisurely, "But the slave family's heart is as bright as the sun and the moon, and I definitely have no bad intentions towards the master."
There was a hint of loneliness in Mrs. Yinhua's eyes, "Don't worry, Mr. Duan, if you don't want to say anything, the slave family can't force it..."
"Madam, I think you have misunderstood. I really don't know what the sacred object of the previous dynasty is that Madam mentioned." Duan Wenjun frowned.
"If Mr. Duan didn't know about that divine object, how could he answer the two lines of poem about Hate Wuchang?" Mrs. Yinhua looked surprised. "That is a secret that the Shadow Sect attaches great importance to. Only the Shadow Sect's Only a few senior figures knew about it.”
Duan Wenjun was stunned when he heard this and didn't know how to answer.
