Mr. Du's Maoshan Library, on the edge of Dongcheng District, is a good place to be secluded, with a good place to go downstream of Chengshui and a jade belt around the mountains on one side.

Before being invited into the house by the great doctor Lu, he taught a few rural children here to change some agricultural products to survive.

Lu Zhaojin didn't know what his father valued about Mr. Du back then, but it turned out that his father's vision was not wrong.

"Sir, please come in." The blue-shirted boy invited Lu Zhaojin in, the study was simply furnished, and Mr. Du was thin and tall and looked at Lu Zhaojin with a smile.

Lu Zhaojin's gaze was also stunned, she had the impression that she had only seen Mr. Du once.

This time I looked closely, and I felt that Mr. Du's clean and ungrown bearded appearance looked inexplicably familiar and kind.

No wonder Zhao Ning trusted him, his smile did have a strange soothing power.

"Courtesy, sir." Lu Zhaojin smiled, Mr. Du bowed his head, not like a big man or arrogant, still smiling and friendly, "Miss Lu, please take a seat." ”

Miss Lu, Lu Zhaojin's eyes moved slightly, and Mr. Du called not the eldest lady, nor the princess, but Miss Lu.

The implications of this are worth pondering.

"I really couldn't get out of my body before, but today I came to thank Mr. Xie, and please don't blame Mr." Lu Zhaojin gave a slight salute, but the words were not specified.

But she believes that Mr. Du is transparent and must know where her thanks come from, and the intention is naturally self-evident.

"Miss Lu is polite." Mr. Du's gaze fell on Lu Zhaojin's face as if he were nothing.

"Since he has received Master Lu's kindness, how dare Du shirk it, it is all his duty, as for Zhaoning's ......" Mr. Du shook his head and smiled: "Since I bothered Miss Lu to come in person, I guess although he left from me, he never went home." ”

Lu Zhaojin's face turned a little darker, and he felt strange in his heart, this Zhaoning was really being taken by Ye Youqing more and more wild.

Fortunately, Mr. Du didn't seem to be impatient, he should know where Zhaoning went, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Please also ask Mr. for advice." ”

"It's also my fault for a while." Mr. Du got up and led the way in person: "Please Miss Lu come with me." ”

Lu Zhaojin was slightly surprised, but out of politeness, he didn't ask much, chose to believe in Mr. Du's character, and led someone to follow.

Mr. Du led the way silently, but he had fun several times in his heart.

The girl's speech and demeanor are excellent, it seems that the great doctor Lu tutor is successful, but where did those ugly rumors about Miss Lu come from?

"Yesterday I took in a little beggar who claimed to have helped Zhaoning when he was in trouble, and I think since he knows about this place, what he said should be true, so I will send someone to deliver a letter to Zhaoning this morning." Mr. Du shook his head and sighed: "I thought that Zhaoning would take him to Lu's house to repay his kindness, but I didn't expect them to go back." ”

Lu Zhaojin understood a little.

It should be the little beggar who Ye Youqing received a gold ingot from him.

It's just that why did he suddenly find Zhaoning?

can still hook Zhaoning and not go home, you must know that Zhaoning brought ten family members, as well as Ye Youqing's shallow martial arts taught him.

Lu Zhaojin didn't believe that a little beggar could force him to keep him.

"Is that gentleman going to take me to the little beggar? How did the gentleman find out about the little beggar's residence? ”

"I'm ashamed to say that Du inferred from the yellow mud left on the floor after the kid left yesterday, and the mud was mixed with two cloves."

"I see, sir." Lu Zhaojin suddenly realized that in this area of Dongcheng District, only the old city god temple outside the downtown area has lilacs born in the yellow mud.

Mr. Du bowed slightly, with a look of praise in his eyes, "Miss Lu is not bad." ”

"Miss!" As soon as I arrived outside the abandoned old city god temple, I saw a Lu family member rushing out of the courtyard with a frightened face, and saw her suddenly fall to the ground: "Miss! Miss, please persuade Senior Brother Zhaoning! Senior brother, senior brother, he wants to kill someone! ”

Homicide?

"Nonsense!" Although Zhaoning is stubborn, he is by no means a vicious person, how can he kill people?

Lu Zhaojin ignored the frightened and somewhat delirious family, pushed open the half-ruined courtyard door and rushed in, "Zhaoning! ”

"Little Senior Sister?" Lu Zhaoning's surprised voice came from the dilapidated temple, and people also ran out, "Why are you here?" Mr! ”

"You ......" Lu Zhaojin bit his lip and looked at the silver knife in Zhaoning's hand to salute Mr. Du, and his fists gradually clenched.

This knife and dagger is one of the styles of the box of knives and daggers handed down by the ancestors.

Father......

Father really passed this ancestral art to Zhaoning.

But he didn't say a word about her.

Lu Zhaojin's heart was churning, and his indescribable feelings surged.

It is one thing for her to know, understand, and be willing to uphold her father's will, but it is another thing to really know that her father passed on other people's ancestral skills without telling her.

To say that you are not jealous, that you are not jealous, that is false.

Lu Zhaojin sighed, but she didn't blame her father.

Because if he knew about this back then, he would definitely have to get back the ancestral technique with Zhaoning, and he would be even more alienated from Zhaoning.

Father's worries were right, she did make her father feel at ease back then, but now it's different.

"Zhaoning, you ......"

"Little Senior Sister, I, I'm just playing with it, what's the matter with you?" Lu Zhaoning was relaxed for a moment, and then hung his head and said dejectedly.

The master said that he was not allowed to tell others about the silver knife medical technique, especially the little senior sister.

Although the current little senior sister is very different from before, he still has to obey the master's will.

Lu Zhaoning's heart was entangled with a trace of guilt.

After all, the little senior sister is the real heir of the Lu family, and she treats him sincerely, but now he is dominating the ancestral art of the Lu family, and he has to hide it from her.

Lu Zhaojin listened to him quietly, stepped forward and rubbed the top of his head, "Zhaoning, I have something for you." ”

"What's that?" Lu Zhaoning was confused, but Lu Zhaojin let him go into the house.

"Mr. Meng is righteous, I wonder if you are still willing to be hired by the Lu family again?" Lu Zhaojin's words were sincere, and he never got up when he curtsy.

"Miss Lu," Mr. Du didn't want to enter the Lu Mansion again, but his eyes swept over the girl's shoulders, and he felt that the burden on her body was too heavy.

It's also bitter for this child.

"That's it, it's rare to fall in love with that child." Mr. Du waved his hand and sighed: "It seems that Du has no chance with the Chengshui in front of the door." ”

"If Mr. likes it, you can come and go as you like, and Zhao Jin will explain it clearly with his family."

Lu Zhaojin sent someone to send Mr. Du back, and instructed Hua Qiao to take someone to guard him, and then he entered the door.

On the side of the dilapidated temple were layers of hay, and on top of it lay a woman in a withered cloth garment, like a stranded fish, desperately opening her mouth and gasping for the dusty air of the ruined temple.

In front of the woman lay a sick child, who kept patting the woman's chest with her dirty little hands to calm her.

On the other side was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy holding his knees, leaning against a pillar and staring blankly at the woman.

seems to be accustomed to seeing life and death, but also afraid of seeing life and death.

Lu Zhaojin was also infected by the pain in the room and sighed.

No wonder Zhao Ning refused to go home, if he gave up the patient and ran back to the Lu family by himself, she would really be disappointed in him.

"Zhaoning, come here." He beckoned to Lu Zhaoning, who was standing with a knife on the side, his hands trembling.

"Little Senior Sister, I'm ...... I'm afraid ......" The boy still walked nervously towards Lu Zhaojin, and turned his head to look at the sick and weak child, "Ah Yi, I ......"

"Lu Zhaoning." Lu Zhaojin raised his voice, attracting the boy's attention again.

The girl who stood with her hands in her hands smiled softly, stretched out her hands behind her back, and handed over a rosewood box, "Look what this is." ”