Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter
Chapter 581 - 580: Master, Let Me Help You Get off the Car_1

Chapter 581: Chapter 580: Master, Let Me Help You Get off the Car_1

“Brother Meng, after getting off the boat, you, Shitou, and Feng Yi can go ahead first.”

“Once you enter Xiangzhou City, go to the Drunktown Tavern in the west and replace a man named Li Mao. When he sees the token, he will understand your purpose and hand over the eight pre-prepared war horses.”

“We will enter the city later and have lunch at the Blessing Feast Restaurant in the east. We will meet up in the restaurant.”

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“Alright.”

Wang Meng clenched the token and agreed readily.

“Just them three going? Eight horses are not easy to handle. It would be better if I go with them, leading two horses per person.”

Having heard his sister’s words, Lin Jinlong quickly chimed in, eager to offer his help.

Having been cooped up on the boat for so long, he wanted nothing more than to get off and march quickly for five kilometers on land to stretch his legs.

“Fifth Brother, if you want to go, then go.”

Lin Qingluo, understanding his intent, responded with a sweet smile.

“Alright, let’s get off the boat soon, take a shortcut and enter the city.”

Lin Jinlong’s spirits immediately lifted, and he couldn’t wait to jump off the boat.

Lin Jinyun chuckled and reminded him, “When you enter the city, don’t run around. Remember to leave a code for us to contact you.”

“I know, I won’t forget.”

Lin Jinlong promised nonchalantly.

With her mind at ease, Lin Jinyun walked towards the stern of the boat and said, “Ferryman, replace a flat place near the pier, let them off first, no need to stop the boat.”

“Alright.”

The Ferryman happily agreed and steered the passenger boat towards the riverbank.

“Let’s go.”

The passenger boat was still several meters away from the riverbank, but Lin Jinlong, unable to contain his impatience, leaped off the boat, his feet touching the water surface as he ran.

“Let’s go.”

Wang Meng, Shitou, and Feng Yi didn’t want to fall behind, so they also jumped off the boat and followed closely.

*

By the end of September, Xiangzhou was experiencing the finest season of the year. The Colored Glass Chrysanthemums bloomed brilliantly, and the floral fragrance filled the streets and alleys.

Lin Qingluo and her party of four disembarked from the boat at the pier, rented a light carriage, and entered Xiangzhou City.

The coachman was a local and familiar with the restaurants and taverns in the city. He drove the carriage along the main road, taking them straight to the entrance of the Blessing Feast Restaurant.

Before the carriage could come to a stop, a waiter from the first floor came out with a wooden stool, eagerly waiting for the guests to alight.

As the curtain of the carriage was lifted from inside, the first to appear was a handsome young man with an air of elegance, carrying a medicine box. He bent down to get out of the carriage and stepped on the stool to get off.

“Dear customer, are you here for a meal or to stay?”

The waiter approached enthusiastically, smiling at the guests.

“For a meal.”

Mo Canglan smiled warmly and glanced at the carriage curtain subconsciously.

“Alright, please come in, sir.”

The waiter immediately agreed and turned to lead them into the restaurant.

Mo Canglan didn’t move but instead looked at the carriage curtain with furrowed brows, standing beside the carriage waiting.

“Finally arrived, it wasn’t easy. We need to order a few more dishes for lunch as a reward for our stomachs.”

A crisp, pleasant laughter came from within the carriage. A Slender jade-white hand lifted the curtain, and a lovely, fairy-like little girl emerged, her appearance reminiscent of a snowy-bright spirit.

“Master, let me help you down.”

Mo Canglan’s eyes lit up as he offered his hand to his little master.

The waiter rubbed his ears, wondering if he had misheard.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy calling a seemingly eleven or twelve-year-old girl ‘master.’

“The carriage is not high, I can get off on my own.”

Lin Qingluo’s smile was warm, and although she said it wasn’t high, she still let Mo Canglan have his way, placing her hand in his palm.