There are probably very few things in the world that money can't do.

Enough money, everything goes well.

The wing house that collapsed because of blocking Zhao Li's lance only took two days to re-stand, and Li Ruyu spent a lot of silver, planted many flowers and plants in the yard, and transplanted two tall ginkgo.

Suddenly, there was the shape of a house.

Now this small courtyard is in the eyes of the Lin'an government and the opposition, and the significance it represents is almost not inferior to the mansion of the six Shangshu on Qingyun Street, or even more on it, who doesn't know that the young man slashed Zhao Li with a sword?

The little boy is already a favorite of the Son of Heaven.

On the morning of that day, I asked my aunt Xie Chunzhen to do what I did, which was actually the ability of Xie Lang, the secretary of the ministry.

After contacting the old landlord, they bought the small courtyard at a price of two thousand taels.

Makes a lot of money.

According to this geographical location, this small courtyard should be at least about 3,000 taels, and it is estimated that the old landlord has lingering palpitations, after all, in their opinion, this is a murderous mansion - there were tenants who died under the sword of Tang Shi in Tsing Yi before.

With his own house, Li Ruyu suddenly felt that the future was much brighter.

But it's still not enough.

If you want to give a small city, it is far from a courtyard.

It was very fast to go to the government to sign the contract, after all, Li Ruyu's embroidered spring knife on his waist showed his identity, and no one wanted to get along with Beizhen Fusi.

When I went home, my aunt Xie Chunzhen made lunch.

After a short rest, a little yellow door fart came running up, saying that His Majesty has a will, and the Xuanhan Forest Academy will wait for Li Ruyu to meet him.

The aunt went back to herself.

The empress is not in the vertical arch hall, but in the imperial garden, under the service of a group of palace maids, there are the piano masters of the Hanlin Academy, and the palace maids who are good at sleeve dancing dance, which is prosperous and peaceful.

The woman stood at the table, quietly holding the pen, writing hard, not knowing what she was writing.

Jiang Zhaoyue and Liu Yin had nothing to do, and they played a game of black and white.

Jiang Zhaoyue's chess is high, and Liu Yin has been a little defeated, but he stubbornly refuses to admit defeat, just like the career of the two.

Now Liu Yin still loses to Jiang Zhaoyue.

After Li Ruyu came in under the guidance of Xiao Huangmen, he suddenly found a little embarrassed.

To kneel or not to kneel?

From childhood to adulthood, only when I entered school, I knelt for my master.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that she has never knelt down for the empress - every time they meet, it seems to be in an abnormal situation.

If you don't kneel this time, it will really be rude in front of the king.

But the boy really didn't want to kneel.

After a moment of hesitation, Xiao Huangmen, who led the way, kindly reminded in a whisper, "Mr. Li, salute." ”

Gentleman's courtesy.

Kneeling to the heavens and the earth, why not?

Li Ruyu was still entangled, but fortunately, at this moment, the woman raised her head and said with a smile: "Come and see, what is my cursive hand." ”

It's a little funny in my heart.

This young man, is it so difficult to kneel down and salute me?

Nor is it the backbone.

If the master of your house sees the king, will he not kneel, and your arrogance will be greater than that of the master.

Li Ruyu felt relaxed and went over to look at the rice paper in a panic.

Although he is not proficient in cursive writing, since he can write a first-hand art high school calligraphy, after the battle of Xizhao Mountain, the five characters of Qingjia are tangible in his mind when the snow is fast, and the boy's calligraphy attainments have been more or less improved.

I can still see the style of the woman's cursive writing.

This word, the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, the imagination is in the air, and the stones are all over the place, which is really a ...... Appalling.

This is the cursive script of the Empress of Da Liang?

Li Ruyu muttered a few words, but he really didn't know how to evaluate it, so he had to say hypocritically: "Your Majesty's handwriting is very good, very good, very good with your personal style, and it is like a generation of grandmasters in its own right." ”

The woman snorted and threw away her pen, this young man would not lie.

In the past, those books in the Hanlin Academy were edicted, and whoever saw their cursive writing didn't say a word, and the wind and frost were arrogant, and the imagination was like a miracle - they didn't care, not all readers have integrity and arrogance.

"You write it." ”

Li Ruyu was helpless, so he took the empress's piece of rice paper and threw it into the paper basket, making the woman frown.

Although I can't write well, I always feel hurt.

But when the boy put pen to paper, the woman was silent.

Five words.

When the snow is fast, it is fine.

The woman thoughtfully said, "What a good word." The conversation changed, "If you don't write it, you won't write it, it's not very interesting." He walked straight to the side, didn't give a seat, ate pastries and asked Li Ruyu, "Are you still used to staying in Lin'an?" ”

Li Ruyu's heart tightened, and he said without thinking: "Habit, too used to it." ”

If I say I'm not used to it, you'll definitely have to let me do something for you, or maybe kill someone else.

The woman was held back for a moment, and sighed helplessly, "The human heart is not ancient." ”

Li Ruyu was at ease.

The woman watched the palace maid dance, and said seemingly casually: "The third son is hereditary in Kaifeng, according to the specifications, he should inherit the throne in Lin'an, or after inheriting the throne in Kaifeng, he will come to Lin'an to see him once." ”

Li Ruyu didn't understand, so he didn't make a sound.

The woman continued: "But this third son was deeply afraid of following in the footsteps of Yue Pingchuan, and refused to go south to meet him on the grounds of filial piety, but it doesn't matter, this third son will have the surname Zhao in the short term, before dissolving the poison that killed Dugu Vulture. ”

Li Ruyu was dissatisfied, so he said bluntly, "Why did you let the third prince kill Dugu Vulture, even if Dugu Vulture is at fault, it shouldn't harm his family." ”

The woman sighed and whispered to herself, "I am me."

The young man saw the little me, and I saw the big me.

The death of the twenty-three mouths of Dugu Vulture can make the third son swallow a poison, why not, and even more, it is enough to destroy the military heart of the Zhenbei Army that has been upheld by the Yue family for generations.

smiled: "Look at the dance, the palace maid who dances is called Yang Taizhen." ”

Li Ruyu watched it carefully and was immediately shocked.

The woman is dressed in colorful clothes.

Smart, elegant, elegant and agile like a flying pipa in hand, elegant like a light snowflake in the sky, elegant like a fairy who gives birth to a lotus step by step, light and high, with her long eyebrows, wonderful eyes, fingers, waist; With the flowers in her bun, the pleated skirt around her waist; With her delicate dance steps, loud bells, slow movement like a light cloud, and a whirlwind speed, she dances the joys and sorrows of the poem.

Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?

The dancing posture complements each other, and it seems that the palace maid named Yang Taizhen who is slightly plump stands out from the crowd and is beautiful.

Seeing the young man's attention, the woman couldn't help but chuckle, "Like it?" ”

Li Ruyu nodded.

"Then I will give her to you."

Li Ruyu was taken aback, and said in a panic: "Thank you, Your Majesty, Longen, but the gentleman does not take the favor of others, and he deserves it." ”

The little family letter is quite sour.

One Mao Qiuqing almost made her angry, and if there was another Yang Taizhen, it would really be a loss of Xiaoxiao.

The woman was very happy, "Don't worry, over there in the evening stream of the Xie family, I will excuse you." ”

Li Ruyu still gave up.

The woman had no choice but to give up, but she was still unwilling, "Or, I will give you Jiang Zhaoyue?" It's a big bargain, I don't think she will like Zhao Zhen, if she marries you, she will be more or less happy. ”

If nothing else, Jiang Zhaoyue will become Zhao Zhen's side concubine sooner or later.