The computer is still in the repair shop, and I hope it can be repaired tomorrow.

Ruan Luo obviously said reproachful words, but the girl who was hugged by him in a ponytail and dressed randomly did not say a word, only showed a smile on her face, and everyone in the hall could roughly understand what was going on when they saw this scene.

The people of Kyoto had already started talking about it after dinner, how could the people in the Dongfeng Building not hear about it, but for foreign visitors, when Yan Yu saw this scene, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Yan Yu smiled and looked at the little girl brought in by Ruan Luo, and said silently in her heart: It turns out that Ruan Luo's main owner is this one, no wonder he can firmly keep his distance from the one next to him. It's just that although this girl is born with a watery spirit, she looks like she is only eleven or twelve years old, how can he fall in love with her?

Ruan Luo didn't see the expression on Yan Yu's face at this time, because all his attention was on Ye Nuonuo.

Holding Ye Nuonuo's cold little hand into his palm, he rubbed it with a sigh, Ruan Luo felt that it was still not much warmer, perhaps because his hands had not been very warm. After a slight hesitation, Ruan Luo took Ye Nuonuo's hand and stuffed it into the inside of his clothes.

It's much warmer now.

But Ye Nuonuo quickly felt that his hand was grabbed by Ruan Luo and placed in his arms, but his body trembled. Ye Nuonuo was stunned, although her hand was still separated by a layer of clothing when it covered his upper abdomen, but she had studied medicine for three years, and she knew very well how sensitive a person's chest and abdomen were to the feeling of cold.

Ye Nuonuo has long known that the real crux of Ruan Luo's poor health is the weakness of the spleen and stomach. At this moment, his hands that were as cold as iron were covering the place where his stomach was. Thinking of this, Ye Nuonuo was shocked and hurriedly withdrew his hand. But he didn't want to be held down by Ruan Luo.

Don't move, it'll be warm soon. Ruan Luo advised.

I'm not cold. Ye Nuonuo looked at Ruan Luo worriedly, don't be stupid, it will make you sick.

Ruan Luo raised his eyebrows and said: In your eyes, am I so weak?

Yeno looked at him in four eyes. I didn't know what to say for a while, and a faint flush quietly appeared on my cheeks.

Leading Ye Nuonuo into the building, Ruan Luo first asked Zi Su to send someone to fetch the thick clothes, at least to change Ye Nuonuo's overly spacious and leaky men's clothes. Ye Nuonuo, who put on the fox fur, was taken aside by Mo Ye, and Ruan Luo returned to the judging seat, only to see that the incense pillar used for the time had burned to the last bit of spark.

I'm sorry. Sitting back on the chair, Ruan Luo noticed the expression on Yan Yu's face, and couldn't help but look ashamed.

Yan Yu obviously didn't mind this little bit, and even because of this unexpected news, he was quite happy. Immediately smiled and said: Brother Ruan, it turns out that you and that girl are ......

Yan Yu's words were not finished yet, and Ruan Luo was also worried about how to respond to this, when a few sighs suddenly came from the audience, which immediately drew the attention of the two people away.

At this time, Shi Yi was already in a state of semi-abstention, and only Yi Wen was still fighting at the last moment. But when Ruan Luo and Yan Yu looked at him together. saw that he didn't look unusual, but Shi Yi, who had only been watching from the sidelines, left his seat and squatted in front of the stick of incense used to keep time, puffing out the cheeks on both sides of his face, as if he was facing that stick of incense...... Blow?

This is...... Yan Yu was surprised.

Ruan Luo didn't understand what Shi Yi wanted to do, he glanced sideways at Yan Yu, but he looked puzzled and didn't say anything.

How long can a person's breath continue to be exhaled?

If you want to take a long time, reduce the speed of the call as much as possible. It could last about thirty seconds, but Shi Yi's breath couldn't be consumed so slowly, because he blew the wind on the incense pillar that was only half burned, in order to keep it indestructible.

It's a technical job, and it's not good to blow too slowly. It's not going to work too fast.

Fortunately, the last account page that Yi Wen turned up with his left hand was finally finished.

After Yi Wen took his hand, he first relaxed his shoulders and breathed a long sigh of relief, and then he raised his eyes to look at the timed incense, and happened to see the last bit of spark on the half of the bamboo strip extinguished, and Shi Yi, who was squatting on the side, slowly stood up, but he took a deep breath, and his chest was heaving.

……

After sitting in the carriage, Mo Ye's heart fluctuated, and he was silent for a long time before calming down.

When her mood was restored to her usual calmness, Mo Ye habitually opened the curtain of the carriage window, looked out the window, and saw a street scene that was orderly but also made her feel very unfamiliar.

At midnight three days ago, Wu Shu took her out of Dongfeng Tower. First walked between the palace buildings, went to the imperial tomb and then went to the city gate to the seaside, but when he returned, he happened to go to Ye Zheng's famous house, went around, and finally had a small accident, and she had no impression of the road to Ye Mansion. Until now, Mo Ye can't think of a specific way, what roads Wu Shu took her during this period, and how far she is from Dongfeng Tower now.

Is the distance between Yefu and Dongfeng Tower really far enough to take a carriage? In the inner city of Kyoto, horse-drawn carriages were mainly used to transport goods from merchants arriving outside the city to the castle.

However, due to the business nature of Dongfeng Building, when she stayed in Ye Mansion before, Mo Ye did not mention it to Ye Nuonuo, where she temporarily lived in Kyoto, and I don't know how far away from Dongfeng Tower is if Ye Mansion is used as a reference.

Mo Ye felt that even if Ye Nuonuo didn't mind the wind and moon field like Dongfeng Tower, he would have to let her explain a lot more why she wanted to live there for a girl of this age, right? Maybe Ye Nuonuo will invite Mo Ye to live in Ye Mansion temporarily.

But if she really fell into trouble in Kyoto and could only temporarily hide in Dongfeng Tower, then she could barely get by living in Yefu for a while... However, Mo Ye didn't even know how she would go in the future, and she had a faint feeling that at least her current self couldn't decide where she would stay, so she couldn't pull the Ye Mansion.

The carriage didn't go too far in the bustling neighborhood, turning into a much quieter neighborhood, but it didn't look like a neighborhood with small families.

I saw that the architectural layout of this block was flat and stable, and the water chestnut was distinct. The streets are wide. There were no vendors doing business on either side, and there were no clothes to dry outside the front windows of the door. None of these houses have much life, but there are a few pavilions and a few carriages parked in front of them. But there was no coachman, and the carriage was empty.

The buildings on both sides of the street are all high-rise buildings with more than two floors and up to five floors, and many of them can overwhelm the Dongfeng Tower with their qi power, but there is no extravagant sound heard between such buildings, which makes Mo Ye quite novel.

It doesn't look like a dwelling, and it doesn't have the slightest luxury. Why are these high-rise buildings clustered here?

After the novelty, she was full of doubts, and the most important thing was that Mo Ye wanted to go back to Dongfeng Tower as soon as possible at this time, and the people she could rely on in Kyoto were all there, but the carriage did not mean to pass by, but instead drove her to the depths of this high-rise block.

Mo Ye finally couldn't help but open the curtain of the carriage door, looked at the back of the coachman and asked, "Brother coachman, what is this place?" Are you going to take me here?

Oh, yes. The young coachman replied frankly, he didn't look back at Mo Ye, just looked at the road ahead and continued: Miss Mo. You don't have to worry, bringing you here is also the task entrusted by Jiuniang of Dongfeng Tower.

Mo Ye felt a little relieved when he heard this, and asked again after hesitation: She didn't tell you, did you ask you to bring me here for?

I didn't say it. However, I am just a coachman, and I am not a helper hired by Dongfeng Building. It's normal for her not to say this to me. I could hear him smiling in the young driver's voice, and he was in a very relaxed mood, and from my experience, I probably wanted to see someone here.

After thinking about it, Mo Ye asked: "This big brother, you have traveled a long way, you must be well-informed, can you tell Sù little sister, what kind of place is this?"

The young coachman chuckled. Then he said: Actually, I haven't been in the industry for a few years, and this place has only been here for the third time.

Yes? Mo Ye was a little speechless.

I heard that this place was funded by Beijing businessmen. The main building of the Ministry of Industry is called Hengtai Pavilion. In normal times, it is used for half of the post house and half of the merchant house, and when there is a celebration of the national dynasty, it will be requisitioned by the imperial court at any time. For example, a few days ago, an envoy from overseas came and it is said that he was placed here to stay overnight.

The young coachman stopped at this point, and after a slight pause, he said again: An ordinary coachman like me has no chance to come here, and even foreign envoys will naturally have royal guards to escort them, and most of the nobles and wealthy merchants also have attendants and guards at home.

I remember the first time I came here, I was asked by a scholar who looked like a scholar to take him here, and he looked like a candidate who had come to Beijing to take the exam...... The young coachman's voice froze, and he finally glanced back at Mo Ye, and soon he turned his head again, and continued: But it doesn't look like this, the time is not right, and the scholar has been living here since then.

The coachman's description is fragmentary, but when you think about what he said, it's not hard to understand. What he meant was that in this neighborhood called Hengtai Pavilion, the people who came and went were either rich or expensive, and looking at Mo Ye again, he was still a child, and he didn't bring an entourage, what did he do here?

Not only was Mo Ye confused, but the coachman was also puzzled.

Lowering the curtain of the carriage, Mo Ye sat back in the carriage and did not speak again.

After the carriage drove slowly into the Hengtai Pavilion neighborhood, it didn't go far before stopping. The young coachman jumped off the front panel of the car, stood by the door, and somewhat casually picked up the corner of the curtain with the verbena handle, signaling that Mo Ye could get out of the car. And it wasn't until then that Mo Ye realized a very embarrassing problem, she didn't have any money on her.

She originally thought that the carriage would send her directly to Dongfeng Tower, and she would naturally find someone to pay, so she didn't think about it so much when she left Ye Mansion and got on the car. When she first entered the neighborhood, she thought that the driver was just passing by because he thought the road was quiet and easy to drive. But she didn't expect that her final destination would be here.

The coachman runs around for business all the year round, his mind is very flexible, and the most important thing is that he is not a cunning person, after seeing Mo Ye's somewhat strange face, he understood her difficulties, but he did not take the opportunity to make crooked money, only smiled slightly, and said: Don't worry about me, the car money has been given as early as when I came.

Mo Ye breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and got out of the carriage. She looked around and saw the carriage parked in front of a pavilion where the flag had been returned. Mo Ye subconsciously turned around to look at the coachman, and saw that the other party had already sat back in the carriage, whipping and about to leave.

I saw Mo Ye look over. The coachman hesitated for a moment and said: Jiuniang will let me send you here, I really don't know who wants to see you, just stand here and wait for a while! Don't be afraid, I think the safest place in Kyoto is the Imperial Palace.

When he said so, he lingered no longer, and urged the steed lightly. Drive away.

Thank you. Seeing the carriage leave, Mo Ye retracted his gaze, his body was slightly sideways, he looked at the gate of the building next to him again, and muttered in his heart: The flag is still there? Or return the flag? What exactly is this place?

At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in the gate, Mo Ye's eyes lit up, he pounced, and shouted with some excitement: Aunt Jiu!

……

Mo Ye didn't expect that, although the carriage didn't send her back to Dongfeng Tower. But she changed her place and met Jiuniang here.

After entering the Qihui Building, Jiu Niang took Mo Ye to a room on the second floor. This room is not big, but the interior furnishings are quite elegant, but there is not the slightest wind and dust.

Surrounded by such a house, Mo Ye naturally asked first what the place of this building was, and this was also since she was transported into this neighborhood with a somewhat strange architectural atmosphere. She had been wondering what was going on.

After Jiu Niang's explanation, she knew that the so-called flag return was to commemorate a certain battle in the early years. Because that battle did not damage a single soldier of their own side, that is, the enemy abandoned his weapons and surrendered, and the results were good, which can be regarded as a legend in the history of war. The enemy commander took the initiative to present the handsome flag to show his sincerity when he surrendered, and the current emperor built this building and placed the handsome flag in the building.

There are also some other uses for this building, so I can't go into details. But it must be one of the components of the nation's prestige to the Gentiles.

After entering the building and taking a seat, Mo Ye told Jiu Niang all the things that had happened to him in the past few days. In fact, she believed that Jiu Niang should have known about this qiē from Wu Shu as early as two days ago, otherwise she would not rest assured that she would temporarily live in Ye Zhengming's house to recuperate. Still, she felt the need to say it herself again to reassure her.

It's just that. As for sneaking into the Commander's Mansion in the middle of the night to steal the "Qianzhao Sutra", she did something to conceal it.

Knowing the details of Mo Ye's injury, Jiu Niang showed an extremely apologetic look on her face, blamed herself several times, and said again and again that she didn't take care of Mo Ye instead of Lin Shan... Speaking of this, Mo Ye couldn't help but feel sad.

……

In the adjacent oblique corner of the private room where Jiuniang is located, there is another private room, and there are two people sitting in it at this time, a middle-aged man in Chinese clothes, and the other is very young.

The young man, dressed in an azure brocade shirt with a faint smile on his face, was looking at Mo Ye who was sitting sideways by the tea table through a thin slit in the screen between the two private rooms.

Looking at Mo Ye and Jiu Niang, who were sitting next to the tea table, they began to cry, and in the private room here, the young man stretched out his finger and dipped some tea on the table and wrote: She is my sister?

Obviously, he was asking the middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes who was sitting with him, his eyes slightly lowered at this time, as if he was listening.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes raised his eyebrows slightly, did not write with tea like him, nor did he speak, but just nodded.

The young man nodded slightly, reached out and took out a dry cotton cloth from the mezzanine under the tea case, wiped his fingers, and then continued to look at the other side.

……

After using some fine pastries, the two calmed down, and Mo Ye asked Jiu Niang why he brought her here today, and Jiu Niang happened to talk about this, so the two opened the conversation together.

After chatting a few words, Mo Ye knew that she couldn't stay in Dongfeng Tower any longer, and what she was going to next was a family surnamed Song. She will live there temporarily, and her future plans will be slowly planned, but her trip to the Song family will not be accompanied by people from Dongfeng Tower, which makes Mo Ye slightly worried.

Picking up the tea soup boiling on the small clay stove next to the low case, she poured half a bowl for Mo Ye, put down the small red clay pot, added some mountain spring water into it, and covered it, Jiu Niang turned her gaze back to Mo Ye's face, and then slowly said: Although it is a sojourn, you don't have to worry about anything. The Song family is withered, there is no one left, and now the one who is in charge of the legacy of the Song family is the only nephew of Song Gong. This person has a good character, and you should be able to get along well with him.

Mo Ye looked at the tea bowl on the table in front of him with some loss, and after being silent for a while, he asked: That... Childe, is it also my master's old friend?

It is not difficult for Jiuniang to hear the meaning of Mo Ye's words. But she just smiled slightly, and said very frankly: This nephew of Song Gong is surnamed Ruan, called Ruan Luo, and he has never met San Lang. But Wang Zhe, who introduced Ruan Luo to live for you temporarily, and San Lang are a bit of shallow friends.

Mo Ye groaned and asked: What do I need to do when I go to the Song family to live temporarily? It's not just going to be a guest, is it?

When Jiu Niang heard this, her face showed a hint of embarrassment, and after hesitating for a moment, she said: Actually, there is a condition for Ruan Gongzi to take you in, and you need to take care of his life in the future. But. This condition was not said by Ruan Gongzi himself, but by the introducer Wang Gongzi.

Living in someone else's house will always cause trouble for others, so it is also appropriate to help others do something. Hearing this, Mo Ye nodded, and did not show any obvious inappropriate reaction.

It's just that after she was silent for a while, she asked with some confusion: But I don't know what care this Ruan Gongzi needs... What are the details? If I think about it carefully, my life in the past was more taken care of by others than by others, and if I was asked to take care of others. I don't know if I'm up to it.

Jiuniang said with a gentle smile: You don't have to worry about this, there are naturally maid dishes in the Song family, all you have to do is to take care of the balance of work and rest of Ruan Gongzi.

Seeing that the puzzled look on Mo Ye's face was even heavier, Jiu Niang breathed a sigh of relief and simply said the details: This Ruan Gongzi is a well-known 'golden abacus' in the industry, but he often forgets to rest because of checking the account books, and it is best to have a careful person by his side and always advise. Otherwise, he would often stay up all night without regard for his health. This time, he has just returned from recuperating in Bojun, and his health is fine, but in the near future, he still needs to pay great attention to the combination of work and rest.

Next, Jiuniang told Mo Ye about the specific matters of the so-called combination of work and rest, and Mo Ye's understanding of this matter gradually became clear.

……

When Jiu Niang began to talk about the details of taking care of Ruan Gongzi, in the private room diagonally opposite, the young man facing this side retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes as if hesitating, and then he got up and left the private room. The middle-aged man sitting with him was a step behind him. He also got up in silence and left with him.

When Tong Guò first took his seat, Jiu Niang's introduction to this 'flag return building', Mo Ye not only knew the origin of the flag return, but also knew exactly that all kinds of buildings in this neighborhood have business qualifications open to the outside world - of course, people who can come here. As the young coachman who had just sent her here had said, it was either rich or expensive - so the sudden sound of footsteps in the corridor next door was not something that would make Mo Ye feel strange.

However, Mo Ye would never have thought that the reason why Jiu Niang wanted to take her here to talk was not only because the venue of Dongfeng Building was not suitable, but also because the two people who had been sitting extremely quietly in the private room diagonally across the corner could also hear it.

Mo Ye didn't expect that Wang Gongzi, who introduced her to the Song family to take care of Ruan Gongzi, was sitting next door, watching her words and actions. She wouldn't know that this prince was actually her half-brother.

And what she couldn't imagine was that there was not only her brother sitting next door, but also her biological father who she had always wanted to know but wondered if he was still alive in the world. The middle-aged man, who was also the emperor of the dynasty, had never been able to take his youngest daughter into the palace to recognize her, giving her the identity she deserved, tossing and turning, but finally came up with a way to entrust her to the care of the Song family.

This Song family is not a fixed family composition to be exact, but a special institution created by him, which has no obvious title in the law, but can often have the power to transcend the restrictions of the law, and at the same time, it is also to do something for the emperor that needs to break free from the conventional restrictions.

For example, taking care of a princess with an unjust name.

……

Leaving the private room, going downstairs, standing on the stone steps at the gate of the 'Flag to the Building', Wang Zhe's eyes naturally turned into the distance, and finally settled on a pot of four seasons with a new layer of green branches in the corner of the house, and then retracted his gaze, and said thoughtfully: Time is really powerful, and I don't know that my sister, who has never seen before, has grown to ten years old, but it may be because of the same vein, although today is the first time I have seen her, but I don't feel how strange.

Xiao Yezi's appearance and personality are mostly like her mother's, although she is not too clingy, but she is still a likable billet. A few days ago, she lived in Ye Qing's house for two days, and after listening to Ye Qing, she quickly became familiar with Nuo Nuo's child. Wang Chi stood side by side with his son very casually. As he spoke, the corners of his mouth naturally revealed a warm smile.

Maybe it's because they're not in the palace, and there are no palace attendants around at the moment, so the emperor father and son stand under the eaves like ordinary people, chatting about something that sounds insignificant. I didn't pay attention to any imperial family style.

The Wang family is not from the royal family, Wang Chi has only been the emperor for ten years, and some of his styles still retain the habits before he became the emperor, so there is nothing that cannot be put down. In the early years, when he was still in northern Xinjiang, he often ate in a pot and slept in a tent with ordinary soldiers, and he was an emperor who grew up after experiencing these arduous military careers. In addition to the fact that most of them do not develop many delicate habits, the tenacity and character honed by more than ten years of military career are not so easy to change with the changes in the living environment.

After Wang Chi's words fell, he didn't hear his son answer for a long time, until he looked sideways, and his little son, who didn't know what was going on, suddenly asked: Father, second brother, does he know about this?

Wang Chi shook his head.

Why is that? Wang Zhe, the third son of the emperor, immediately asked: Since she is my sister and the sister of the second brother, why did you sue me but hide it from him? The second brother also lived in the same courtyard with Aunt Ye for a period of time when he was a child, and he should be more happy to see this sister in Kyoto than me.

Hong'er's mind is too careful. He wasn't in good health, and I didn't want him to have too many things on his mind. A trace of depression floated between Wang Chi's eyebrows, and I couldn't find the time and energy to make complete arrangements for her for a while. Even you think that it is always bad for me to let her live outside, almost wandering. If Hong'er knew about this, I don't know if she would be more worried and worried every day.

Wang Zhe nodded silently, calmed down and pondered, feeling that his father's worries were not unreasonable. After a pause, he suddenly asked again: You didn't say it, second brother, he didn't mention her in front of you?

Hong'er didn't get along with Da Yezi for a long time, and he was only four or five years old at that time. Wang Chi hesitated and said: He may have forgotten the days in the other garden.

Oh... Wang Zhe responded a little absent-mindedly, and then there was no follow-up.

Both father and son fell into a kind of silence. After a while, Wang Chi suddenly asked: Ruan Luo is now compared to when he first went to Bo County. How is your body recovering?

In the past year, there has been no abnormality, so I dare to take him back to Beijing. Referring to the recovery of his friend's body, Wang Zhe smiled at the corner of his mouth, and then said: Some doctors and craftsmen scattered among the people are really powerful. It's just that sometimes they're a little less daring. The village doctor surnamed Yi took care of Ruan Luo's illness, and gradually got closer, and I left it in front of him without paying attention, and from then on, when I asked him about Ruan Luo's physical condition, he replied a little submissively, and he was no longer able to say everything to the end as he did at the beginning.

I remember you saying his name was Yi Wenqian. Wang Chi thought about it for a while, and then said: After you settle Ruan Luo, you will go to Bojun again and bring him to me to see.

Wang Zhe's heartstrings moved when he heard this, and he immediately asked: Father, did you intend to incorporate him into the Taiyi Bureau?

Why not, let him join the student group first, see how talented he is, and then make a decision. Let him come to Beijing, and it is good to continue to take care of Ruan Luo nearby. Hearing the doubts in his youngest son's words, Wang Chi simply slowly clarified his words, and finally emphasized: Of course, the initial decision of this qiē still requires me to meet him and understand his mind first.

Wang Zhe's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he said with some embarrassment: However, Yi Wenqian only studied a few years of superficial knowledge in the township school when he was a child, if it weren't for his healing of Ruan Luo, let you know, I'm afraid he has always been a township doctor. Transferring him like this to the Taiyi Bureau, will it make people discuss?

Wang Chi was noncommittal, and only smiled slightly: That's why he said, and he also needs to ask what he thinks.

He agreed that what was difficult for his younger son was indeed a problem, but it was not a problem that he thought was difficult, or that he was thinking in a completely different direction from his younger son, so he went on to say: If his ambition is only in the corner of the country, then I will let him do what he wishes to benefit the party; If he has great ambitions, then I will also give him a chance to not let the pearl be dusted. Let him come to the Taiyi Bureau to study, if there is a work, he can also be printed and passed on in the future.

The embarrassment on Wang Zhe's face became even heavier, and after hesitating for a moment, he said: Father, what I want to say is actually ......

Knowledge... Not a problem. Wang Chi knew what Wang Zhe really wanted to say, but he was a little late before he could say anything.

Tilt your head slightly. His eyes fell on his son's body gently, and Wang Chi continued: No matter how the department of the Taiyi Bureau develops, it will not interfere in the government. The level of knowledge is not a crucial criterion for evaluating a doctor's ability. As a physician. As long as he is not lacking in knowledge in the field of medicine.

Seeing that his father, who was the emperor, had picked out all his words to this Cheng dù, Wang Zhe couldn't say anything more.

At this time, I saw Wang Chi say with some emotion: I have this kind of thought, and it is also because of Ye Qing's deeds. In terms of knowledge, he can be regarded as a big play, in terms of life experience. His ancestors were all businessmen, but this did not affect his current status as one of the nine doctors in the Taiyi Bureau. With such a pioneer, Yi Wen should not be able to accept much discussion when he infiltrated the Taiyi Bureau, and presumably Ye Qing would be happy to see this.

Hearing him say this, Wang Zhe couldn't help but want to mention: Ye Zhengming is one of the nine doctors of the Taiyi Bureau, in fact, there are other key reasons. But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

After sighing, Wang Chi looked at the sky and said: Where did Ruan Luo go? Didn't he come here with you? Why haven't you seen anyone yet?

Wang Zhe hurriedly replied: During the time when his sister came, he was led by Mr. Jin to the account room of their old Jin family. He said he wanted to show him some account books.

This Jin Damaru is really in a hurry. Wang Chi feigned anger, and immediately told his son: The habits of these businessmen really seem to be poured out of a mold, and they are the same for any family, and they will not let go of any small profits. It won't take a few days. They will know that Ruan Luo is back, and you have to keep an eye on it for the next few days.

Although in recent years, Wang Zhedu has rarely had the opportunity to communicate with his father Wang Chi about this matter because he is taking care of his friends and living in Bo County, which is hundreds of miles away from Beijing, but this does not affect the extremely consistent attitude of the father and son towards this matter.

Seeing that Wang Chi's voice had just fallen, Wang Zhe quickly nodded and said: I just sent Ruan Luo to the Hengtai Pavilion block, I didn't plan to save the accommodation cost for the past few days, but I didn't expect to run into Mr. Jin halfway. It's not clear who is unlucky and who is lucky, knowing Ruan Luo's intentions. Mr. Kim vacated a valuable room in the shop run by his family to Nguyen Luo. Originally, this was a very generous hand for him, but I felt that his enthusiasm was not ordinary, and I explained it to him. Although he did become a little more intellectually restrained later, presumably several of his close relatives already knew about Ruan Luo's residence in his house.

Listen to my son say a lot. Wang Chi's face became more and more calm, but compared to the vivid laughter he had just had, the calmness at this moment did not seem to be a good sign. His expression gradually condensed into a piece of pig iron, and there was a bit of a gloomy momentum: hurry up and take Ruan Luo away.

Wang Zhe smiled slightly when he heard this, and quickly nodded yes, without saying anything more.

In his impression, the image of his father as a general and the leader of the army was somewhat different from the image of the emperor later. Although Wang Zhe doesn't live in the palace very much, he is used to traveling to study in the four fields, but what accounts for more of his memory is the days after his father ascended the throne and became emperor. He felt that in recent years, his father had not changed much in terms of physical appearance, although he was in his forties, and he had to work hard every day, but he did not show any signs of old age. In contrast, the change in the father's mood is becoming more and more obvious.

My father had been trapped in the palace for a long time by a pile of official documents as high as a hill, and he had not galloped wildly, drunk and sang for a long time, and he himself seemed to have forgotten these things that he used to like to do, and became more and more silent and moaning. In short, if he occasionally complains like this, it is similar to accusing a friend of being stingy, but it makes people feel that he also has an ordinary side, which makes people feel close.

The father and son stood side by side on the stone steps for a while, but there was still no figure of Ruan Luo. Before Wang Chi could speak, his son Wang Zhe had already spoken with some anxiety: Father, you are busy with affairs, otherwise you will go back to the palace first, and then whenever you have time, I will go into the palace with Ruan Luo to see you.

Wang Chi didn't say anything else, but suddenly asked: When did you ask him to meet here?

The hour is almost up, but... Wang Zhe's face showed a look of embarrassment, I don't know if he will be dragged by those merchants...

It is not easy for me to come out once, and these two hours this afternoon have caused me to move a lot of things into the evening, so I just have to wait. Wang Chi's face was calm, and after a pause, he said: Ruan Luo is a punctual child, and there have already been rumors on the minister's side.

As he was saying this, a young man appeared on a flat floor paved with flat stone bricks in front of the 'flag return building'.

The dark crimson shirt with blue trim hemmed up to the ankle at the front, but it did not hinder his slender figure in the slightest, and he did not wear any jade ornaments around his waist, but he held a thick stack of account books in his arms, which was very conspicuous. Today's Ruan Luo looks in good spirits, his eyes are shining, his pupils are like paint, and his lips, which are used to pursing and appear a little thin, are radiant with a healthy flush.