The sound of a woman screaming for help was very familiar.
Wen Yuwan clenched her fists and finally heard who the voice was!
"Han Mo?!"
Cheng Fenglou on the side did not have time to think so much. In desperation, he could only jump into the water to save others.
Wen Ranran's eyelids twitched, she grabbed Wen Yuwan's shoulders, flew up with Qinggong, and landed lightly on Cheng Fenglou's ship.
"Twelve! Come up!"
Wen Ranran stretched out her hand towards Cheng Fenglou.
Cheng Fenglou held Han Mo with one hand, and grabbed Wen Ranran's hand with the other, and brought Han Mo up with force.
After a lot of tossing, the two of them were soaked. Wen Ranran raised her eyebrows, and her heart twitched when she saw Han Mo's heart nestled in Cheng Fenglou's arms.
Han Mo was wearing a gauze skirt, which was now soaked in water, and her graceful figure curves were immediately revealed.
Wen Ranran coughed and tried to remind these two people.
Following Wen Ranran's cough, Han Mo seemed to wake up and instantly left Cheng Fenglou's arms.
The belt on the chest suddenly loosened, revealing a large amount of spring underneath.
"ah--"
Han Mo screamed and quickly reached out to cover her chest, screaming and squatting on the spot.
Wen Ranran curled her lips in disgust and looked at Wen Yuwan aside.
Wen Yuwan's face turned green.
"Woooooooo... Cheng... Master Cheng!"
Han Mo squatted on the ground and started crying.
Wen Ranran's eyes twitched when she saw it, she took off her cloak and put it directly on Han Mo's head.
People on the shore looked over one after another, with expressions of watching a good show in their eyes.
Wen Ranran suddenly felt that something was wrong with this matter.
The weather has entered autumn now. Even if it is warm, I always take a cloak with me when I go out, for fear that I will catch a cold.
But Han Mo... is she wearing this tulle dress ready for the summer?
Before Wen Ranran could speak, she heard Wen Yuwan sneer.
"Miss Han seems to be very hot. Do you want to take a bath in the moat in broad daylight?"
"No...it's not..." Han Mo looked up and cried miserably, "It's not like that!"
Wen Yuwan took a deep breath and glanced at Cheng Fenglou.
"Master Cheng manages Dali Temple very leisurely!"
Cheng Fenglou was also soaked to the skin at this moment, and he looked embarrassed at this moment.
He opened his mouth and looked at Wen Yuwan.
"I……"
Han Mo next to him was crying so hard that Cheng Fenglou felt a headache.
"County Master... I will explain this matter to you later. I will send Miss Han back first!"
Wen Yuwan gritted her teeth and stamped her feet angrily, dissatisfied with Cheng Fenglou's indecisiveness.
"Miss Han?! Then you and your Miss Han go there!"
"Hey...that's not the case!"
Cheng Fenglou was a little helpless, but Han Mo grabbed his sleeve and couldn't move at the moment.
The boatman was a discerning man. When he saw someone falling into the water, he hurriedly docked the boat to the shore.
Wen Yuwan's eyes turned red and she turned around and left.
Wen Ranran, who witnessed everything, stood aside and twitched the corner of her mouth.
"Why don't you go chase Yu Wan first and I'll take Miss Han back home?"
As soon as these words came out, Han Mo cried even harder and held on to the hem of Cheng Fenglou's clothes, as if she was frightened.
"I...I don't want her to give it away!"
Wen Ranran's eyes twitched again.
Cheng Fenglou was very embarrassed and had no choice but to say.
"Please, Princess, go see the County Princess first!"
"Okay, don't regret it!"
Wen Ranran raised her eyebrows slightly, took a deep look at Han Mo and Cheng Fenglou, said nothing more, and turned to look for Wen Yuwan.
In just half a day, the story of the Miss Han family and the top scholar of Dali Temple had spread throughout the streets and alleys.
There are also many scholars who took advantage of the popularity and compiled it into a storybook.
Some people even revealed the affair between Wen Yuwan and Han Mo, secretly suggesting that this might be Wen Yuwan's conspiracy.
Wen Ranran was so angry as she looked at these newspapers that she almost smashed the script and the table together.
In the palace, Han Chun knelt on the ground, crying with tears and runny nose.
"Your Majesty, this matter is related to my daughter's reputation. Please, Your Majesty... make the decision for my daughter!"