"Miss Le, I'm afraid you heard it wrong, and the old lady is afraid that you will go to the wrong door, so she deliberately let the slave wait here." The servant's face changed, and she immediately changed her mouth with a smiling face, but she secretly complained in her heart, how could this girl be different from the girls they had ever seen? Didn't she know that if she refused the opportunity to enter the door like this, she would never have a chance again?

Le Zitao smiled faintly: "Trouble Mama to tell me and say goodbye." ”

After that, he turned around and left, and just after taking a few steps, he heard an urgent voice behind him: "Miss Tao, please stay." ”

shouted by name to stay, and in front of the public, Le Zitao had no choice but to stop and turn his head to look at the person.

It was a forty-year-old steward who came, and hurriedly came to her with his feet on his feet, bowed his hand respectfully, and said with a smile: "Miss Atao, please stay, my family has something to ask Miss Tao to help, and I also ask Miss Tao to move to the book house for the sake of my family's outspoken help." ”

Le Zitao flashed his eyes, but he didn't know if this adult was Jun Zhicheng or Jun Zaiwei.

"I'm waiting, sir." The steward took a step back and turned sideways to invite Le Zitao into the door, "Miss Atao, please." ”

His posture gave enough face, if Le Zitao pushed it again, she was a little ignorant, and after thinking about it, she was slightly blessed by the steward, and walked into the door.

When the steward saw her enter the door, he glanced at the servant woman with a sharp gaze, and hurried to follow.

Along the way, with the guidance of this steward, he came to a courtyard smoothly, and let Le Zitao fully see the low-key luxury of the Jun family in the pavilions and pavilions along the way.

It is worthy of being an official of the same dynasty for three generations, and the saints are strong, but they can be so low-key, I am afraid that this is the reason why the three ancestors and grandchildren of the Jun family are still standing firmly in the court.

"Master, Miss Tao is here." The steward led Le Zitao to stand in front of a room, gently buckled the door, and replied respectfully.

"Come in." Jun Zhicheng's calm voice sounded in the room.

The steward pushed open the door in response, stood by the door and said to Le Zitao, "Girl, please come in." ”

Le Zitao turned his head and nodded to Dong Yu and walked in alone.

Immediately, the steward took the door with him and led Dongyu to the next door.

The room was quiet, Jun Zhicheng stood in front of the big bookcase, holding a huge pen and ink, and didn't seem to notice that someone had come in.

Le Zitao was not in a hurry, paced slowly, stopped on the side of the bookcase and admired his strokes, only to see that on the white rice paper, the words "home and everything" had fallen in cursive, and the last word "Xing" had become half a word.

It wasn't until the last stroke that Jun Zhicheng put down his pen, pointed to the five words with a smile and asked, "How do you think these five characters are written?" ”

Is this going to test her? Le Zitao smiled slightly: "Lord Jun's penmanship is good, and Tao admires it." As he spoke, he saluted to the king.

"Hey, I'm not asking about my words, I'm asking about these five words." Jun Zhicheng laughed loudly, and tapped his fingers on the paper.

Words?

Le Zitao looked at the five words, savored the words of Jun's inheritance, and then thought of the involvement between Le Shuhua and the Jun family, and realized something.

"Home and everything is prosperous, and the wish is excellent, but how many people can do it." Le Zitao's tone was light, with a hint of indifference that understood the world.

Jun Zhicheng couldn't help but pay attention, he never thought that this little girl who dared to break into the execution ground and dare to beat the drum was actually his granddaughter, and his granddaughter seemed to be even more amazing than he imagined.

"If it were you, would you be able to do those five words?" With a hint of sophistication, Jun Zhicheng stroked his long gray beard and asked with a smile.