- It's a good thing the Outlanders didn't sit indoors, otherwise the spice would have tasted even more pungent.

In addition to this oddity, there was not a single vegetable on the plate on their dinner table, and the meat was whole roast chicken and whole leg of lamb, and even the braised beef was a sturdy piece, which was served without cutting. This feeding structure makes it easy for onlookers to associate them with some tribe of madmen who are rumored to live in the Far North.

They don't use chopsticks, they just pinch the pieces of meat with their hands and bite and eat, just eat heartily, regardless of the gravy and oil splashing all over the table. There were no guests sitting around them, so it must be because everyone was aware of it and was a little wary of taking care of these people.

Gao Qian retracted his gaze, the people and things around him already had a general outline in his eyes, of course, he observed these, not with the mentality of appreciating the characteristics of people's livelihood in various places, he was just very concerned about whether there would be zài risk factors among these people, and the result of observation was negative.

After drinking a pot of hot tea to the point of half-loss, the guys at the Dengfeng Inn had already warmed up the food brought by Gao Qian and brought it out respectfully.

Some travelers are limited, so they will bring their own dry food; Some outsiders have their own local customs and are not accustomed to eating food cooked by others; There is another type of person, similar to Gao Qian, although they don't care about a certain amount of expenses, but their vigilance is shaped into a style of distinguishing behavior, which is particularly obvious.

Opening an inn is mainly a business of serving people. This kind of business needs to be bigger, in addition to the hired guys who can look at people's faces, and the store itself has strong strength, as a sales executive, the innkeeper must also have a long-term vision and make some contingency plans.

A shop like the Dengfeng Inn that is open in the suburbs. The complexity of the daily number of customers is even more complex than that in the inner city of Kyoto, and the business model is gradually changing depending on the characteristics of the customers who patronize it. In addition to the large horse-drawn carriage rental supply at the back of the store, and the wide and cheerful tiled shed in front of the store, the large kitchen of the inn also has a special service of warm and hot meals.

In short, Dengfeng Inn will not force customers to buy in-store meals, and there are some other exceptions to the design of the room. This does not interfere. It can also take care of people with unique needs in terms of food, and use wisdom to spread the business both broad and thorough, just to achieve the ultimate goal of making a lot of money.

Paid. Gao Qian went back to the carriage with the coachman. He originally asked the coachman to buy food, but he thought that he might have to wait for a long time, but he didn't expect that the change in hindsight would make the matter of having lunch so tossing and turning.

Got into the carriage where Cen Chi was. Gao Qian saw Cen Chi leaning against the window, looking at the north with a somewhat stagnant gaze.

Within five miles of the periphery of the city. There are no dense trees, and at a glance, you can see that different kinds of trees are just scattered in the wilderness. The trees are just an embellishment, though. In the wilderness, the landscape is dominated by several villages nestled between paddy fields.

Village life is plain and regular, and this time is long past the time for lunch in the village. The smoke of the cooking in the village faded, in the fields around the village. On the contrary, there are many farmers who continue to work after lunch.

"Sir, it's time for lunch."

Gao Qian put the tray on the wooden table in the car, then pulled out three silver needles from a cloth bag hanging on his waist, and stabbed them a few times in a bowl of porridge and two servings of vegetables, looked at the color of the silver needles, and then softly reminded Cen Chi to eat.

Cen Chi heard the call, and when he turned around, he happened to see the high-diving needle. His eyes, which had been a little sluggish, moved, but he didn't speak, just slowly picked up the bowl.

In fact, he is saying the words "no appetite".

It's not that he has a picky appetite and is not good at serving, but that after he was poisoned, his physical condition was like this, and it seemed that his behavior and feelings had become sluggish.

After receiving the needle, Gao Qian looked at Cen's slow movements, and suddenly asked, "What was Mr. looking at just now?" ”

He thought that Cen Chi had found something of interest when he was looking at those villages and fields from afar, and he hadn't come back to his senses yet.

Cen Chi did think of a picture just now because of the scenery outside the window, and his spirit was a little drowning in it.

However, it was a very tragic scene.

Perhaps it was the erosion of the chronic poison that made his physical condition weaken day by day, and the toxicity also destroyed the spiritual world, making people easy to think of negative things.

When he saw those villages and felt the mildness and peace of rural life, his mind suddenly turned to imagine that in those years, when the war reached Kyoto, would the villages around the castle still be spared? At that time, the houses were burned, the fields were barren, and the nomads were everywhere......

But about this qiē, Cen Chi was all just stuffy in his heart. After hearing Gao Qian's call, he finally regained his thoughts, and without hesitation, he swallowed the painting he had imagined and the tasteless white porridge in the bowl.

Taking a sip of porridge, Cen Chi put down the bowl, his eyes were full of fatigue, and he softly replied to Gao Qian's inquiry: "I have been to that village." The people in the village were hospitable, and they left me for a home-cooked meal, but I didn't know that the dishes on the table had only been served on a plate, and I was already full. ”

Gao Qian said with a smile: "Countrymen are like this, and they are really kind. ”

After saying this, Gao Qian suddenly changed his words and asked, "Has Mr. been to the north before?" ”

If you have been to the north, you will return from the north, which is why the high diver asks this.

"It's just that Kyoto is peaceful now, and it's still extremely dangerous to go to the north without any effort." Cen Chi sighed when he said this, and continued: "I heard that the strength of the Northern ** is that it has inherited the true essence of the Great Cause Empire, and now it has developed to the point that even Nanzhao does not dare to despise Cheng Dù, I don't know if I will have the opportunity to see it in this life...... I'm afraid the chances are slim. ”

Although Cen Chi did not directly answer Gao Qian's question, his words went around in a circle, but Gao Qian couldn't help but be moved when he heard it.

"I'm sure I'll be able to find you a good doctor in the future." Gao Qian said seriously. This was the second time he had said the same thing to Cen Chi after leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Thank you." Cen Chi smiled faintly.

"Sir, eat quickly." Gao Qian's eyes pointed to the porridge bowl that Cen Chi put down, "It's already been heated once, and if it's heated again, it can't be called porridge." ”

"Okay."

Cen Chi picked up the bowl and suddenly heard Gao Qian say again: "Maybe when we come back." It was when I took my husband to the farmhouse to have a good meal. ”

Cen Chi nodded lightly and said, "On that day, I was going to enter the city through the south gate, but on the way, considering that there might be too many caravans at the south gate, they would be blocked at the gate, so when I was still on the official road, I decided to change the direction and take the north gate, but I didn't expect to go around that village." Although it is a casual encounter. But the time was not long. I think I should remember that family. When I think about it now, I still miss it. ”

Gao Qian's eyes lit up and said, "Then it's agreed." ”

Without waiting for Cen to answer. Suddenly, there was a dull thunderous sound outside the car.

The sound grew clearer and clearer, and Gao Qian could hear the sound of wheels crashing on the ground. Cen Chi, who was sitting by the car window, lifted the corner of the curtain, and Gao Qian, who was sitting opposite him, naturally cast his gaze.

The other side of the official road. A convoy came slowly, with black and white swallow flags in the corners. In the overall strict atmosphere of the team, it reveals a unique temperament.

This long snake-like convoy was the Yan family caravan that passed by at the gate of the city when they were out of the city before.

A long-time driver of the car when he heard the sound of the wheels of the convoy pressing on the ground. It must not be difficult to distinguish that the Yan family's car is extremely heavy. Yanjiala's trip is also extremely heavy. But if it's just an ordinary commodity. Occupy the volume of a carriage, so how heavy can it be?

Gao Qian said casually: "Could it be that they want to be on the same road as us?" ”

"Maybe ......" Cen Chi, who was about to drink porridge, put the bowl down again, "The Yan family's hometown is still in Xiaoliang Country, and this trip doesn't seem to be just for business. ”

Indeed, there were too many empty cars with the White Yan Flag in the convoy, and there were three vans in the middle, and it felt like the Yan family caravan's journey was made up.

The movement in the car made Gao Qian retract his gaze into the distance, and he saw Cen Chi struggling to climb out of the car, and hurriedly asked, "What is Mr. going to do?" ”

"The Yan family's convoy is going too slow this time, let's park the car on the tuyere, I'm afraid we're going to eat a lot of dust if we wait, let's avoid it first." While Cen Chi was talking, the person had already climbed outside the car.

Gao Qian hurriedly followed out, and saw that Cen Chi had already taken the arm of a coachman and slowly walked towards the opposite side of the official road. The two of them crossed the road, and the Yan family's convoy was only a few feet closer, but the billowing smoke and dust were swept up by the unhindered wind in the wilderness and pounced.

Gao Qian hesitated, whether he wanted to follow, he saw that his three cars were still driving horses, and someone had to take care of them, so he gave up that idea, but he didn't stay where he was, but retreated a few steps in the direction of the inn.

Although the Dengfeng Inn is built next to the official road, it is actually very far away from the official road, and no matter how much dust is stirred up by the carriage on the official road, it will not render the guests who are resting and eating under the tiled shed here.

In addition to Cen Chi, there were two coachmen and a Lang Zhong. At this time, a coachman helped Cen Chi to take shelter from the dust, and another coachman and Na Langzhong stood beside Gao Qian. Gao Qian did not completely retreat to the edge of the inn, and the coachman standing beside him saw this, and some did not understand why he didn't retreat some more. However, although the coachman disagreed, he was not too far away from him.

The convoy with dark gray as the main color slowly approached, slowly blocking Cen Chi on the opposite side. Looking at the dust stirred up by the convoy on the clean and smooth official road, Gao Qian's eyes narrowed slightly. Suddenly, his eyes moved, and he subconsciously glanced at Lang Zhong beside him.

The Lang Zhong, who had passed the age of no doubt, had also noticed a hint of abnormality, and when he saw Gao Qian looking at him, he hesitated for a moment, and then said softly: "It's the smell of blood......

Lang Zhong's voice was very soft, and it was overshadowed by the sound of the wheels and axles of the convoy, and when it fell into the ears of the people on both sides, it became extremely indistinct. The coachman on the side didn't hear clearly, so he couldn't help but ask, but he didn't get another answer from Lang Zhong.

However, what Lang Zhong said just now fell into Gao Qian's ears without hindrance.

Why does it smell of blood?

With the direction of the wind he was standing in, the smell of blood could only come from the Yan family's convoy. Even if there is a possibility that the Dengfeng Inn behind it is slaughtering livestock, the smell of blood will not be smelled until now.

How much more the smell of human blood...... High diving is no stranger.

Gao Qian's squinted eyes opened slightly when he heard Lang Zhong's words, but when a hint of doubt appeared in his heart, his eyes narrowed again.

On the other side of the official road, because of the difference in wind direction. Cen Chi didn't 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 echoed: "This is a little more dust on a sunny day, and if it rains, there is no solid roadbed on this road." I don't know how much trouble I have to cause to the merchants. ”

What the coachman thought failed to meet Cen Chi's train of thought. But his statement cannot be said to be wrong. It can only be said that it is affected by 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.

The topic did not continue to expand. Maybe the driver won't realize that the so-called official road. Today, the son has not yet repaired to the Cheng dù that extends in all directions, 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 went extremely slowly. Cen Chi watched a long line of motorcades slowly passing in front of him, and only said in his heart: Others may be their own reasons for walking slowly!

Except for the thought that suddenly popped into his mind just now, Cen Chi would not have thought about anything more. However, when he saw a pigeon parked on the roof of the three coaching wagons in the middle of the convoy, there was a pigeon with black and white feathers. His gaze changed suddenly.

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 was completely in front of Cen Chi, the flower-feathered pigeon was still firmly parked on the roof of the passenger 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?

……

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 what Ruan Luo was doing at this time, but after thinking about it, they may not know this.

In the past, when she lived in Xingjia Village, the first thing she said when she came home was to shout at the two handymen who could be seen in the yard every day, "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. When I was recuperating in Yefu a few days ago, this feeling was 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 often have fame at the same time, but also bear responsibility and trouble, so it is natural to form a high-door mansion this kind of cover-up pattern. When the momentum is gained, it shows the dignity and dignity, and when the momentum is lost, it can be used as a resistance and buffer when it is necessary to meet the trouble head-on.

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.

After a few turns of the thoughts in his mind, Mo Ye finally found that in the entire Song Mansion, there were only two people he was most familiar with at present. And when it comes to the importance of it, Ruan Luo is more important.

Bai Tao is a companion to himself, 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. There are still some unfamiliar reasons for 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. ”

Then, another maid said, "Young Master Cousin said that we don't need to serve inside. So we had to stand outside. ”

Mo Ye nodded. Smiled and said, "Maybe he needs a quiet environment so that he can concentrate on some accounts, I'll go in and see him." ”

Except for the stack of old ledgers that Ruan Luo got back from Boss Jin that day. As his uncle, Master Song died suddenly, and there are still many accounts that have not been sorted out in the business, which need to be gradually cleared by Ruan Luo in the future. The situation in Moye's words. Most of the servants in the Song Mansion also knew it in their hearts.

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

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

Crossing the threshold. Mo Ye gently closed the door halfway again. When she turned around, she saw Ruan Luo sitting behind her desk, concentrating as if she was thinking about some problem. and a few books on the desk, which were slightly messy and spread out.

The piece on the desk, which is generally used as a place for literati to lay paper, is placed at this time is an abacus, but in the upper right corner of the abacus, there is a white paper, on which there seem to be some words written, but the arrangement is very messy, as if the result of casual 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, as if he could see the path he needed from the small black characters.

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, and found that the actual situation did not seem to be 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 encountered a problem, and each time he stretched out his finger to press the abacus beads, he only flicked it once or twice 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 account book, although it is old, but the top is not damaged, and the difficulty of estimating should be in the inside of 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.

Seeing Ruan Luo's embarrassed expression slowly revealing on his face, Mo Ye had been watching from the sidelines, and at this time, he 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 liked to be quiet, and in the past few days, he had 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 put the abacus back in its place on the table, looked up when he heard the sound. Glancing towards the doorway. 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 your accounts? ”

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

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the abacus on the table. He whispered again, "It's none of your business. ”

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, and he shook his head at this time. It doesn't seem to be negating the interruption of the calculation, but it has something to do with her sudden appearance in the study. It's like self-denial.

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. It's 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: "I don't know the time. I only know that when I came in, the book in your hand had only turned a few pages. ”

She said this. Suddenly realizing a new question, he 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.

In fact, when Ruan Luo unfolded the account book opposite, Mo Ye suddenly saw the 'mosquito word' on the page that was densely arranged on a board, not to mention what to remember, she suddenly felt a little dizzy.

Mo Ye squinted his eyes slightly, and thought silently: This 'mosquito word' is quite appropriate, those words are really like mosquitoes flying around, I really don't know how Ruan Luo could calm down when dealing with them just now.

After putting down the account book, Ruan Luo opened his mouth to explain the problem that Mo Ye had just worried: "All trading houses, no matter how good their managers are, must also settle their accounts every day, even because of the meticulous nature of this kind of number. Therefore, these account books taken from Boss Jin will be very precious, but they are carefully preserved, mainly to prevent the risk of damage and theft. ”

After listening to Ruan Luo's explanation, Mo Ye nodded in agreement, and the slightest concern in his heart was completely put down.

However, as soon as her worries were relieved, Ruan Luo, who heard Fang Fang who was still smiling and talking, suddenly sighed, and she remembered that Ruan Luo was still worried about the old problem accounts before.

Ruan Luo took a deep breath and said slowly: "In the end, this account has become a dead account, and this time if you can't find a smooth way, you can only invalidate it, and seize the time to start again, in order to find out the doubts in the right direction when you settle it for the second time." ”

Looking at the way he spoke, he should also feel a little pity for the calculation that he had worked hard for a long time just now, but finally invalidated.

After Ruan Luo sighed lightly, he didn't say anything more about this matter. He leaned slightly to the side, his hand reaching for the lower right corner behind his desk. Mo Ye, who had already approached, moved his gaze, only to find that there was a small tea table behind the desk, and a cup of chrysanthemum tea was placed on it.

Mo Ye suddenly remembered that time when Ruan Luo mistakenly used ink as porridge to drink, and guessed that he was afraid that he would make this mistake again, so he would put the teacup so far away from his hand, right? Thinking of this, Mo Ye couldn't help but smile.

But when Ruan Luo picked up the teacup, she found that a full cup of tea had no heat at all. Seeing that Ruan Luo only hesitated for a moment, he was about to continue drinking, but Mo Ye couldn't help it. Stopped: "You have a weak stomach, don't drink cold tea." ”

Ruan Luo heard the sound, the hand holding the teacup froze slightly, and the next moment, the teacup in his hand reached Mo Ye's hand.

Mo Ye snatched Ruan Luo's teacup, his fingertips touched the cup, and he felt the heat of the tea. Her face was slightly gloomy. But then, she didn't know what to do.

Ruan Luo looked at her holding the teacup tightly but nailing it to the ground, and only slightly condensed to understand. His eyes flickered. didn't say anything to Mo Ye, only called out in a long voice: "Xiaocao, come in." ”

There was an immediate movement at the door, and a maid walked in lightly. Chong Ruan Luofu said: "Young master." ”

Mo Ye still had an impression of the two maids standing at the door, the girl in front of him who was called Xiaocao. It was the one who reacted quickly and was the first to answer his question when he entered the door just now.

Ruan Luo raised his hand and gestured, "Help me change a cup of hot tea." ”

Xiaocao hurriedly agreed. took the teacup that Mo Ye was holding, and felt that the cup was no longer hot, and the maid seemed to realize her dereliction of duty because of this. didn't wait for the young master's tea, and before leaving the study, she couldn't help but glance sideways at Ruan Luo. I saw that there was not the slightest sadness on his face.

Xiaocao's mood eased, and a trace of gratitude slipped in her eyes. Then he hurried out.

Mo Ye withdrew her gaze to send Xiaocao away, and when she looked at Ruan Luo again, she seemed to have something to say, but in the end she didn't say anything.

She didn't say what she thought in her heart, Ruan Luo observed the love on her face, but at this time she had a hint of understanding.

After pondering for a while, he slowly spoke: "I haven't touched these account books for a long time, and I feel a little rusty, so I let those two girls go outside the door." In addition to the one who came in just now, there should be a girl outside the door, called Xiaohua. ”

As soon as his words fell, the girl at the door had already probed in to take a look, and asked softly, "Young Master Cousin, you called me?" ”

Ruan Luo looked at the smiling face that leaned out to the door, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"You're still there." Ruan Luo looked a little embarrassed, and then said: "I'm fine, you don't have to stand outside the door all the time, just retreat and rest." ”

"Yes...... Xiaohua promised in a low voice, hesitated for a moment before slowly walking away. It seems that Ruan Luo has nothing to do for her, which makes her a little reluctant.

But at this moment, Ruan Luo suddenly spoke up again and stopped her: "Wait, come back." ”

Xiaohua hurriedly turned around, ran into the study, and blessed Ruan Luo's short body: "Young Master Cousin, please command." ”

Xiaohua's hesitation to leave was in stark contrast to the excitement of coming back, but it made Ruan Luo a little unreasonable. He looked a little surprised, but he didn't mention it in his words, but just ordered, "You take Miss Mo to her study to have a look." ”

Xiaohua hurriedly agreed.

Mo Ye was puzzled, and immediately asked, "What, my ...... Den? ”

"It's your study." Ruan Luo smiled and nodded, "Wang Zhe sent you a few bundles of books, and I asked someone to clean up the empty room next to your bedroom and put all the books there for the time being." ”

"This is ......" The look of surprise in Mo Ye's eyes was even heavier, "What's going on?" ”

Ruan Luowen explained: "You were in a hurry in the morning, and I didn't have time to tell you. Wang Zhe and I chatted for a long time last night, and then I mentioned that you borrowed books, and Wang Zhe became serious. He expected that I didn't have any books worth reading here, so he went back early in the morning, in fact, so that Yang Chen could go to his house to move books. Not long after you left in the morning, Yang Chen's carriage with books returned. ”

Although Ruan Luo's words were simple, Mo Ye listened to it, and gradually his eyes became hot.

After Ruan Luo's words were finished, Mo Ye stared at him for a moment, and suddenly bowed deeply......

This scene surprised Ruan Luo.

He did something, in fact, with a 'deserved' feeling, and he didn't expect Mo Ye to be grateful for it. And the reason why he did these things, in the final analysis, was that Wang Zhe took the lead.

Wang Zhe's actions in the morning also made Ruan Luo aware of a problem, about the relationship between Mo Ye and Wang Zhe, although Wang Zhe didn't say anything about it, but as his close friend, Ruan Luo could always feel a trace of strangeness.

With such a few considerations in front of him, Mo Ye's gratitude made Ruan Luo feel a little unnecessary.

"Miss Mo, you don't need to see me too much in this matter." Ruan Luo had already gotten up and walked out from behind the desk, he helped Mo Ye up, and said, "This was originally what Wang Zhe wanted to do, but he seemed to be a little busy, so I had to do it for me." But if he had done this, he would have done it much more thoughtfully than I did. ”

Mo Ye listened to his explanation, and subconsciously wanted to ask Wang Zhe's specific whereabouts, but when the words came to her mouth, she hesitated for a moment and swallowed it back.

If he insists on implicating the relationship, Wang Zhe takes care of himself so much, maybe he remembers the kindness that his master has given him in the past, right?

But now observing Ruan Luo's words and deeds, it seems that he still doesn't know that there is a connection between Wang Zhe and her, and under such a premise, it is not good for him to ask Ruan Luo about Wang Zhe's whereabouts...... (To be continued)