The second more ~

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On the other side of the official road, because of the difference in wind direction, Cen Chi did not smell the slightest smell of blood like Gao Qian. But he looked at the Yan family caravan that seemed to be driving out of the smoke and dust, and suddenly had a trace of understanding, and couldn't help but sigh: "Your Majesty has invested heavily in building official roads, which is really far-sighted. ”

The coachman who was holding him on the side chimed in: "This will be a little more dust on a sunny day, and if it rains, there is no solid roadbed on this road, and I don't know how much trouble it will cause to the merchants." ”

What the coachman thought failed to fit Cen Chi's train of thought, but his statement cannot be said to be wrong. It can only be said that because of the difference between knowledge and experience, it is normal for the coachman's thinking and Cen Chi's thinking to easily bifurcate into two levels.

Cen Chi only smiled slightly when he heard this, and did not say anything else.

This topic has not been extended, and perhaps the coachman will not realize that the so-called official road has not yet been repaired to the Cheng dù that extends in all directions, and only the gate of the heavenly family has been repaired relatively neatly.

Therefore, he will not have the opportunity to realize that the 'far-sightedness' that Cen Chi just said is not just because of what he sees in front of him.

The Yan family's transport truck was moving very slowly, Cen Chi watched a long line of convoys slowly passing in front of him, and only said in his heart: Others may be their own reasons for walking slowly!

Cen Chi didn't think much more than the thought that suddenly popped into his mind just now, but when he saw a pigeon with black and white feathers parked on the roof of the three passenger carriages in the middle of the convoy, his eyes suddenly changed.

He quickly lowered his gaze and stopped looking at the pigeon, but the mystery in his heart was like a wave in a calm lake, stirring up round and round, and gradually pushing away.

Until the Yan family's convoy completely passed in front of Cen Chi. The flower-feathered pigeon was still firmly perched on the roof of the coaching carriage.

Until this time, Cen Chi didn't figure out a few clues in his heart.

In the end, Cen Chi reluctantly came up with a conceptual answer, to which he couldn't help but sigh silently in his heart: Emperor Nanzhao, are you preparing for a repeat of the old play? It's just that the Yan family today will still be as loyal and cooperative as the Ye family back then? Senior brother, do you know about this? What do you think?

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The family of the Ye Mansion only sent Mo Ye to the door of the Song Mansion, and he did not go to the mansion, so he directly said goodbye and went back.

Mo Ye Xie said goodbye to the family and walked into the large but somewhat empty Song Mansion alone, she originally wanted to ask the family in charge of guarding the gate at the gate. What Ruan Luo was doing at this time, but after thinking about it, they might not know this.

She used to live in Xingjia Village. The first thing he said when he went home was to shout at the two handymen who could be seen every day in the yard, "Where's the aunt?" ”。 When I am alone at home, I ask others the most about the sentence, "What about Master?" ”。 And every time she inquires, most of them can quickly find the person she asks.

Today's living environment makes Mo Ye feel distance and estrangement. A few days ago, when I was recuperating from my injuries in Yefu. This feeling is not yet profound. After coming to the Song Mansion, the five-fold mansion is surrounded by layers, making it difficult for people to see the inside, and this feeling is so strong that it is impossible to ignore Cheng Dù.

As a big family, it is necessary to save this complicated house pattern, but Mo Ye can't adapt to it for the time being.

People tend to have fame at the same time. also bears responsibilities and troubles, so it naturally forms the cover pattern of the high-gate mansion. When you are in power, you can show your dignity and dignity, and when you lose power, you can use it as a time when you need to face trouble head-on. There is a resistance and a buffer.

Although Mo Ye is not fully familiar with the whole picture of the Song Mansion at present, if she just goes to one place, it will not make her lose herself.

The thoughts in his mind turned around a few times, and Mo Ye finally found that in the entire Song Mansion. There are only two people I am most familiar with at the moment. And when it comes to the importance of it, Ruan Luo is more important.

White peach to himself. It is considered a companion, but Ruan Luo is a responsibility to himself, and it is the responsibility that he has to fulfill when he is arranged by some people to the Song Mansion.

When he came to the courtyard where Ruan Luo's study was located, Mo Ye heard a "crackling" sound coming from the house before he could get closer. She listened for a moment, then thought for a moment, and remembered that it was the sound of the abacus colliding with each other. When she first saw the abacus in the drawer of Ruan Luo's desk that day, Ruan Luo had fiddled with it in front of her.

The two maids standing at the door saw Mo Ye approaching, and hurriedly bowed down, and said softly: "Miss Mo." ”

Mo Ye smiled and saluted, and asked in a very soft voice, "When did the young master enter the study?" ”

At present, most of the servants in the Song Mansion still use 'young master' to call Ruan Luo, or prefix a 'table'. This may be because most of the servants in the house are used to serving Master Song, and they are still a little unfamiliar with this young master who came relatively suddenly. And the situation like Bai Tao who has begun to call Ruan Luo the head of the family is a minority after all.

The two maids hesitated when they heard this, and one of the maids reacted quickly, so he replied: "The young master only went in after lunch, counting... Stayed inside for less than an hour. ”

Later, another maid said, "Young Master Cousin said that we don't need to serve inside, so we have to stand outside." ”

Mo Ye nodded and said with a smile: "It may be that he needs a quiet environment so that he can concentrate on doing some accounts, I'll go in and see him." ”

In addition to the stack of old account books that Ruan Luo got back from Boss Jin that day, Master Song, as his uncle, died suddenly, and there were also many unsettled accounts in the business, which needed to be gradually cleared by Ruan Luo in the future. Most of the servants in the Song Mansion also knew the situation mentioned in Mo Ye's words.

The two maids standing at the door naturally knew the duty of Mo Ye's arrival, and when they heard this, they didn't say anything else, but only bowed slightly and watched Mo Ye enter the study.

The door of the study was originally ajar, Mo Ye hesitated when he entered the door, and finally chose not to knock on the door and walked in directly, but he kept his heart and put his steps very lightly.

Stepping over the threshold, Mo Ye gently closed the door halfway through. When she turned around, she saw Ruan Luo, who was sitting at the back of her desk, concentrating as if she was thinking about some difficult problem, and a few books on the desk that were slightly messy and spread out.

The piece on the desk is generally used as a place for literati to lay paper, and at this time there is an abacus, but in the upper right corner of the abacus, a white paper is pressed. There seemed to be some words written on it, but they were arranged in a messy manner, as if they were the result of random hand.

Ruan Luo thought about it as he flipped through a book spread out in his hand.

The books on the account book are densely packed with small characters, those words have no chapter beauty, and some of them are a whole page, and the words on the top are integrated together, and at a glance from a distance, it seems that the words are covered with ink. But Guan Ruan Luo's eyes moved slightly at this time, and his eyes were clear. It was as if he could see the path he needed from the small black print.

The path of the numbers was manipulated by his fingers between the rows of beads to produce a new, clearer path, which he then wrote down in another blank manuscript.

Mo Ye watched quietly for a moment. It seems that this is not the case.

When the booklet in Ruan Luo's hand reached the middle, he reached out and played with the abacus every time, and the time was very consistent. But as he gradually turned to the last few pages of the booklet, he seemed to have a problem, and each time he stretched out his finger and pressed the abacus beads. It only took one or two clicks and stopped.

The accounts in the booklet are calculated later, and progress becomes difficult. This difficulty is expressed in Ruan Luo's finger movements, even if a layman sees this scene at this time, he should be able to understand that Ruan Luo's calculation ideas have encountered condensation.

Just look at the book. Although it is old, it is not damaged on the top, and it is difficult to estimate the place. It should be inside the arithmetic. Mo Ye remembered that Ruan Luo had said that the account books he got back from Boss Jin were all wrong and dead accounts that had been deposited for a long time, and it would not be too simple to settle them.

Watching Ruan Luo's embarrassed expression slowly reveal on his face, Mo Ye kept watching. At this time, I couldn't help but be a little anxious. However, she would not be bothered by this, she knew very well that she could not help Ruan Luo in this regard. And he likes to be quiet, and in the past few days, he has also left a deep impression on Mo Ye's heart.

But at this moment, the situation in the study suddenly changed!

After looking at the account book in his hand for a long time, Ruan Luo finally stretched out his finger again and pressed it to the abacus, but this time he did not bend his fingers to play the beads, but after sighing softly, his palm moved up slightly, grabbed the upper edge of the abacus, and raised the abacus flat.

"Wow—"

The oval wooden beads on the abacus originally represented various digits, because the abacus was erected, they all slid down the thin rods that connected them, and returned up and down to the original parallel position.

This act of standing up of the abacus can be regarded as destroying all the numbers that the calculus has come up with for a long time.

Mo Ye endured it for a long time, suppressing her feelings, not wanting to make noise with Ruan Luo, but at this time, she finally couldn't help but exclaim.

Ruan Luo, who had put the abacus back in its place on the table, raised his head when he heard the sound and glanced at the position at the door. He had only now withdrawn his thoughts from the complicated accounts, and suddenly noticed that there was one more person in the study, and he had not even been aware of it before, and he could not help but be taken aback.

The two looked at each other, and they were both stunned.

Realizing his abruptness, Mo Ye came back to his senses and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, did I disturb you to settle the accounts?" ”

Ruan Luo then came back to his senses, smiled indifferently, shook his head and said, "Your steps are very light, I didn't notice it at all when I came in." ”

He lowered his eyes and swept the abacus on the table, and said softly, "This has nothing to do with you." ”

Looking at the eyes that were condensed when he shook his head, and there was a clear difference between the clear eyes when he had just begun to settle the account book, Mo Ye felt a little that he was shaking his head at this time, as if he was not denying the interruption of the calculation, it was related to her sudden appearance in the study, but as if he was denying himself.

After thinking about it for a while, Mo Ye approached the desk and asked softly, "Did you encounter any problems just now?" I saw that you calculated for a long time, but in the end, you were overwhelmed and all nullified. ”

Ruan Luo smiled slightly, and instead of answering Mo Ye's question first, he asked, "How long have you been here?" ”

Mo Ye pondered and said, "I don't know the time, I only know that when I came in, the account book in your hand only opened a few pages." ”

When she said this, she suddenly realized a new question, and immediately asked, "Is it extremely inappropriate for me to stare at you like this to settle your accounts?" These ledgers are still Boss Jin's ......" She said the back, and her tone gradually became like asking herself.

"You're overthinking." Ruan Luo smiled lightly. His smile was pure and unpretentious. Mo Ye saw it, and his mind was a little settled.

Then Mo Ye saw Ruan Luo holding an account book casually, standing up and opening it in front of Mo Ye's eyes, and then said: "This kind of mosquito character is not something that can be clearly remembered at a glance. Even Mr. Ledger, no matter how good his brain is, doesn't dare to have such self-confidence, you can't look at it. ”

After saying this, Ruan Luo didn't continue to hold the booklet and put it back on the table, but casually spread out the page he had just opened towards Mo Ye.

It seems that he is really not wary of the person in the study at this time, except for himself.

Of course, Mo Ye is not the kind of person who deliberately snoops and wants to find any tricks on the accounts in that booklet.