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At the entrance.
Zhu Wuneng leaned against the plainly decorated courtyard wall, eyeing the tightly shut, black-lacquered gates. He could not help muttering, "Young Master, what did you come here for? We went all that way around just to visit this household? It doesn't look particularly grand."
Chen Xiaojun stood with his hands behind his back, calmly surveying the Tang-style courtyard residence with its three successive courtyards. "Just delivering a few messages and letting someone know a few things," he replied lightly.
"Young Master, these riddles of yours..." Zhu Wuneng scratched his head, looking thoroughly puzzled.
Beside him, Dugu Fu folded his arms and scoffed. "You're not a worm in the Young Master's belly. If you don't understand, just stay put. Go draw circles in a corner instead of squawking here."
Chen Shurui immediately chimed in. "Exactly, Wuneng. Sixth Brother brought you out to broaden your horizons. The key is to watch more and talk less! Learn something!"
Under their combined barbs, Zhu Wuneng's face fell. "Ahem, Eighth Young Master, when did your tongue pick up Poisonous Snake Fu's bad habits?"
Chen Bin glanced at him expressionlessly and offered three words. "You invite hatred."
Zhu Wuneng began, "I..."
Before he could finish, Ma Liang interrupted. "Uh, Wuneng, Sister Xiao Yi, Cui Lan, and Ningxia have come down. Shouldn't you hurry over and attend to them? What are you standing here for?"
Zhu Wuneng choked on his words. Seeing Xiao Yi and the others approaching with graceful steps, he could only swallow the rest.
Zhu Yanfeng walked up beside Chen Xiaojun and asked quietly, "Young Master, just this household?"
"Yes." Chen Xiaojun nodded.
A glimmer of understanding and interest crossed Zhu Yanfeng's eyes. "Then... we ought to take a good look."
He added meaningfully,