When Lu Qingli was in the Hou Mansion, most of them stayed in the study, so if he was looking for someone, it was always right to go to the study. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When Su Fu left, Lu Qingli was talking to Yanyu and did not avoid her, "How is Zhu Chao there?" ”

Yan Yu replied, "After the incident of the Shen Mansion, the saint was more wary of Zhu Chao, and even placed a few people by Zhu Chao's side, but Zhu Chao was probably clear about this matter. ”

The saint's worries are not unreasonable, since Zhu Chao can launch a mutiny, he can definitely launch a second time, and he has to guard against people like Zhu Chao, but he can't do anything with Zhu Chao.

Lu Qingli nodded, "Repair the book and let Song Ze come back." ”

Yan Yu responded, glanced at Su Fu, and retreated with interest.

Su Fu stepped forward, put down the things in his hand, and didn't pay attention to what they were talking about, just poured out a bowl of fragrant drink, "I haven't made this fragrant drink for a long time, you taste it, but the taste has changed?" ”

Lu Qingli glanced at her, then stretched out his hands with distinct bones, brought the bowl of fragrant herb drink in front of him, scooped a spoonful into his mouth, and tasted it before saying, "It hasn't changed." ”

She couldn't help but pause when she saw him spoonful of the small bowl of fragrant herbs in his mouth.

She originally wanted to say that he was not afraid of her poisoning, but then she thought about it, although she didn't know it before, but now she always knew that he was invincible, so she had to give up.

The poison is useless to him, but it is harmful if it is used indiscriminately.

Until the small bowl of fragrant drinks was exhausted, Lu Qingli pushed the small bowl back, his voice was warm, with a bit of unfinished appearance, "Is there anything else?" ”

She was slightly stunned.

In the past, he gave as much as he wanted, and he never took the initiative to ask for it, which is strange today.

But after a while, she poured another bowl out, tested the temperature, and handed it over again, "Drink less, otherwise Yang Yan will blame me again." ”

Lu Qingli looked at her with clear eyes, and hooked his lips slightly, "He won't." ”

Even if Yang Yanhui is there, he has his own way.

After getting his words, she seemed relieved, so she simply sat aside, waited quietly for him to drink, thought of something, and blurted out, "Do you have the porridge you want to drink, I'll make it for you in two days." ”

As soon as she said this, Lu Qing was stunned, but her face was not obvious, but she took a silk handkerchief and carried the corner of her mouth casually, and then glanced at her, "Why did you think of making porridge?" ”

She turned her head to meet his gaze, disapproving, "The food in the house is as delicious as the food I cooked." ”

This is a bit arrogant, but in fact, she will not do much, compared to a professional cook, it is naturally an exaggeration.

But even so, Lu Qingli just smiled dotingly, and didn't say anything to make her unable to get off the stage, but just echoed two sentences, "You can do anything, whatever you want." ”

She nodded, and only in these inconsequential matters could he let her do whatever she wanted.

After only a few words of gossip, Pingyao came from outside, and with the permission of the people in the house, he entered the study, but when he saw Su Fu here, he paused and did not speak.

Su Fu understood what Pingyao meant, so he stood up, put his things away, and said in a low voice, "I'll come back tomorrow." ”

She walked out of the study, did not stop in the meantime, all the way back to the nursing home, with Pingyao's skills, if she eavesdropped, I am afraid it will be easy to be discovered.

In the study, Pingyao cautiously detailed his achievements for most of the past six months.

"A few days ago, a young Langjun from outside came to look for him, and he just found out that the young Langjun is from the Southern Tang Dynasty, so the one named Ji Yun should also be from the Southern Tang Dynasty."

Lu Qingli was a little distracted.

Regarding Ji Yun's start to let Pingyao investigate last year, it's a pity that Pingyao knows, it's just that Ji Yun likes to go to Fengjin Pavilion, and every time he loves to find a lady named Yaohuan, Yaohuan's identity, Pingyao has naturally checked it, but Yaohuan's background is ordinary, and there is nothing special.

It is enough to see that Ji Yun's methods are not bad.

If it weren't for this young man from outside, it is estimated that for another half a year, Pingyao might not be able to detect the bits and pieces of Ji Yun.

This can't be blamed on Pingyao's poor ability, but Pingyao has met an opponent.

If he remembers correctly, Su Fu and Ji Yun met three times, the first time was when Su Fu met Ji Yun as a servant by Yaohuan's side, the second time was as Su Jiu, and the third time was when the county lord's mansion caught fire that day and was saved by Ji Yun.

Every time Ji Yun appears, it is just a coincidence, and it is completely impossible to believe that it is just a coincidence.

If the Southern Tang Dynasty coveted the territory of Fujian, it was easy to understand, but Ji Yun's actions were unpredictable.

The Southern Tang Ji clan is really not well-known, and it is difficult to see through his movements.

Pingyao waited for a while, and saw that he didn't make a sound, so he cautiously asked in a low voice, "Lord, what should I do next?" ”

Lu Qingli came back to his senses, "No need to check again." ”

Pingyao didn't expect this to be the case, and was a little surprised.

However, Lu Qingli didn't explain, just waved his hand and let him out.

He was the only one left in the study.

The situation of Fujian over the years has been deeply imprinted in his mind, and it can appear immediately without careful recall, and the Fujian country will eventually disperse in the past few decades.

The small neighboring countries of Fujian have long been eyeing this piece of fat, and they must not give up easily.

In about half a year, he should really leave.

He remembered Fang Cai's bowl of fragrant drink, and recalled Su Fu Fang Cai's casual appearance, even if he didn't pierce it, he knew her thoughts.

She had never really been close to him in the past few years in the Hou Mansion, and he knew that the events of the previous years had hurt her heart, but he couldn't persuade himself to let go, as if he was obsessed, deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

But there is one more thing she doesn't know, if one day, she will really see her face clearly, and she doesn't know how to feel?

He lowered his gaze, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and a wry smile hung on him.

Next, he didn't have to do anything, just wait.

The golden autumn of August drives away the last shred of summer heat and becomes cooler.

Yang Yan boiled up medicine for Su Zhao for a month to drink, although Su Fu couldn't see the difference, but for Yang Yan, who practiced medicine and martial arts, Su Zhao's body bones could start to practice.

Su Zhao's schoolwork is over, and there is less time to read books on weekdays, and every morning he gets up early and walks under the supervision of Yang Yan, and the wind and rain do not stop, which makes Su Zhao more and more able to endure hardships.

She occasionally watched Su Zhao practice martial arts, and most of them were still making porridge that she had figured out in the palace before, which was originally made once every five days, but in the end, when she got used to it, she changed it to porridge every two days.

I don't know if it's to indulge in the fun, or to divert my mind.

After all, she had been in the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion for a whole year, and she was indeed a little irritable.

But she also knows that the sooner the New Year is celebrated, the calmer the Changle Mansion will be, and what is about to happen will not happen until next year. (To be continued.) )