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Zijin slammed open the door, only to see a man holding a wicker and slapping the white jade hand on the strings again, leaving a purple mark that was not too light, destroying the beauty of the hands.

The man didn't seem to be able to dissipate his breath, and when he heard the door being pushed open, he turned around and scolded Zijin with his fingers.

"Who are you, who let you in, don't get out of here."

Zijin raised his eyebrows slightly, it was obvious that the stupid person in front of him didn't know who she was.

The man scolded a few more words, greeting Zijin's ancestors in various ways, and his words were full of vulgar words that could not be heard.

Just as the man was scolding, a warm and elegant voice like a spring breeze came from behind Zijin, "The county lord personally selected and served people, do you still need to report to you?" His words were leisurely and casual, but there was an invisible oppressive force.

The tip of her nose was the familiar fragrance of herbs, Zijin turned her head and happened to meet Shang Rongli's gentle and smiling eyes, she was stunned for a moment, and quickly looked away.

When the man saw the visitor, he quickly glanced at Zijin again, as if he had seen a ghost, and quickly knelt on the ground and trembled, "The little one doesn't know that the county lord has arrived, and the little one should be damned." ”

Zijin usually doesn't step out of Liuyue Pavilion, and even if he leaves Liuyue Pavilion, he will definitely not come to this kind of place to train and serve people, so this unlucky man naturally didn't expect that she would come here suddenly, and it was when he was training and serving people, so he would be open-mouthed.

It's just that although this man doesn't know the county lord, he knows Rong Li, not only because of his unparalleled appearance, but also because Zijin handed over everything to Rong Li on weekdays, and everyone in the palace understands that every word of Rong Li is what the county lord means.

"Damn it?" Zijin took a few steps forward and looked at the man who was trembling violently on the ground, "What you just said is indeed damned, but I'm in a good mood today, so I'll leave you to live a little longer." ”

Although these words were said to the man, Zijin's gaze really stayed on the young man who was playing the qin.

At this time, he didn't seem to know what was going on, he just lowered his head silently, his hair was scattered just to cover his appearance, and Zijin couldn't see anything.

"He's new here?"

Zijin's tone was flat, like seeing a product in the market and casually asking about the price.

The man kneeling on the ground followed Zijin's gaze and looked at the young man, "Yes." Be. ”

After receiving the answer, Zijin didn't pay attention to the man, he was now like a tattered rag that Zijin casually threw on the street.

Zijin walked up to the young man, slowly crouched down, hooked his sharp chin with his hand, and lifted his head.

Hair slipped from his cheeks, his skin was as white as snow, his facial features were pretty and soft, especially those eyes with a little melancholy, like deep ancient well water that had been silent for thousands of years, and he would be sucked in if he looked at it more.

The young man looked at Zijin expressionlessly, letting her fiddle with it at will.

Zijin smiled helplessly, "You're not afraid of what I'll do to you, right?" ”

The young man was still expressionless, but he slowly closed his eyes, and also swept away the deep and silent water of the ancient well.

Zijin slowly put down the hand that hooked his chin, but did not give up to continue teasing him, his fingers covered his hand, and gently wiped the purple marks, as if because of the pain, Zijin clearly felt the young man's hand trembling slightly, and wanted to withdraw his hand.

"The trickling stream flows at the fingertips, and it turns out to be from such a pair of beautiful hands."

The boy opened his eyes, and there was no longer a dead silence in his eyes.

"Would you like to come with me?"

Before the young man could answer, the man who had been kneeling on the ground suddenly crawled to Zijin's feet, "County Lord, County Lord, the little one will help you find something better, this, this person is a nerd, he can't even laugh, he ......"

The man turned his head to look at Rong Li, who was half-leaning against the door frame, he had been smiling quietly, blinking his dark eyes, and he looked innocent.

"He's not as good as Rong Gongzi at all."

The young man's expression finally changed slightly, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the lazy figure at the door. Rong Li also looked back at him, his elegant smile was appropriate, but there was a cold mockery in his eyes.

"Naturally, he can't compare to Rong Li."

The young man's eyes returned to dead silence again, and he lowered his head silently, not daring to meet the gaze of others, especially Rong Li.

Rong Li's smile was deep, and it seemed that Zijin's words made him feel great satisfaction in his heart.

"Rong Li is unique and irreplaceable, but I don't need two people who are exactly the same, you think he's not good, but I think he's very good." Zijin's voice was clear and cold, and she stood up and deliberately stepped on the man's hand with her foot.

The man grinned in pain, but he didn't dare to resist at all, Rong Li covered his mouth with his sleeves, his eyes were crooked, and he watched the man's face turn from red to black and green, which was really wonderful.

Zijin bent down to pick up the wicker on the ground and folded it in his hand, which was extremely tough.

Stepping on the man's hand, Zijin walked to Rong Li's side with a smile and handed the wicker to Rong Li.

"Next, it's up to you here."

"You come to Liuyue Pavilion with me, and follow me in the future, this is an order."

In the previous sentence, Zijin was said to Rong Li, and the latter sentence was said to the young man.

Stepping on the soft grass, the young man walked beside Zijin, a water-colored shirt outlining his tall figure, holding Fang Cai's guqin tightly in his arms, and walking quietly.

"What's your name?"

"Helan Yunruo."

Zijin nodded, and then there was a wordless relative, Yun Ruo's temperament was quiet, most of him was very quiet by Zijin's side, and there were many times when Zijin would forget him intentionally or unintentionally.

Yun Ruo was originally a guest of King Lin's Mansion, but later he was selected as a servant because of his outstanding appearance.

Zijin supported his head with one hand, flipped through the account books with the other, and looked at the stacks of account books next to the case, only to feel a splitting headache and couldn't read anything.

"County Lord, what's wrong?"

It was that gentle tone again, how warm this voice was for Zijin. Zijin raised his head and looked at Rong Li with a very pitiful gaze, his eyes flashing.

Rong Li smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand elegantly, and Zijin naturally handed the account book into Rong Li's hand.

Needless to say, Rong Li naturally understood her thoughts, and with a subtle movement, Zijin could understand his hints, which was only a special tacit understanding between her and him.

Rong Li sat in front of the desk, his pure white clothes spread out on the ground, his long black hair was only lightly tied up with a hairband, and he held a pen in his hand, leaving a beautiful font on the ledger.

Until the sun set, he put all the ledgers in order.

With a huge palace and huge expenses, he can easily solve everything the first time and be in order.

Since then, Zijin has simply moved all the account books sent every time to the West Wing, and handed over the power to Rong Li, and Rong Li did not shirk it, he accepted as much as Zijin sent.