A maid came out of it tremblingly, turned around and saw that Xu Qingxia seemed to be taken aback, hurriedly saluted, and walked away quickly.

Xu Qingxia stood at the closed door, wanting to reach out and push, but her fingertips gently touched the door carved with sunny flowers, but she suddenly panicked. He remembered something, something from a long time ago......

I was probably seven or eight years old, so much time had passed, so many things had happened, and the memory was blurred.

Xu Qingxia has always been raised in the Song Mansion, but Xu Pan is not around when he goes out to do errands all the year round, Master Song is very good to him, pampered and considerate like his own child, in those years, no one dares to snub him as the second master of the mansion.

But every time Xu Pan came back, his good days came to an end, either because his schoolwork was too bad or his kung fu was not good. Whenever he learned that Xu Pan had returned home, he was always more afraid than happy, and even said that he didn't like this father at all.

At that time, there were only Master Song and Zhong Hao in his world, so whenever he was punished by Xu Pan, he was extremely dissatisfied and disdainful in his heart. Don't resist and ignore him.

In order to improve his martial arts, Xu Pan forced him to practice, often for a few hours without stopping, and if he didn't do well, he would be punished for squatting and stepping, and he would not be given food. Sometimes he was dizzy with hunger, but Xu Pan got up and walked away, without half a word of comfort.

At this time, Zhong Hao would secretly open the window of the study and feed him with a plate of pastries. As soon as he saw Xu Pan coming back, he hurriedly hid back under the window.

Life went by like this, and between the people he liked and the people he hated, he slowly learned to accept. But it wasn't until Xu Pan had an accident that Song Men pushed him out to block the arrow without pity, and from then on, he finally understood that his likes and hates had always been wrong.

Song Gate is a greenhouse, and the next is slow poison, if there is no Xu Pan, his fate is probably no different from Xu Pan's biological son.

However, Zhong Hao treats himself not necessarily as a use, the pastries he gives are fragrant and glutinous, as if they are his first fifteen years of life.

Xu Qingxia sighed slightly and pushed the door open.

Zhong Hao was sitting behind the table, looking at a thick account book, and when he looked up, he saw that it was Xu Qingxia who came in, and a smile slowly welled up on his slightly gloomy face.

He put down the book and beckoned Zhong Hao to come and sit down.

"I heard that you went to see the fifth uncle." Zhong Hao rubbed his eyebrows with one hand, and took the tea cup on the table with the other.

Xu Qingxia naturally handed the tea cup to his hand.

"Yes." He nodded, "The fifth master has a lot of connections in the court, I think maybe he can speak." ”

Zhong Hao didn't seem to hear it, lowered his head and drank tea quietly, a small shadow spilled under his slightly moving eyelashes.

After a long time, Fang heard him speak: "He...... Didn't say anything to you? ”

Xu Qingxia's eyes moved, it really didn't look like Zhong Hao would ask, but it did come out of his mouth.

What did he want to know? Or does he already know something?

"The fifth master didn't promise to help, just said that he knew. It's me who is incompetent and can't help the eldest son. ”

Zhong Hao finally raised his head, I don't know if it was because the tea was too hot, the steam smoked his eyes, and his eyes were slightly red. "It's expected, he's afraid it's too late to hide." His eyes looked at Xu Qingxia fixedly, obviously smiling, but because of the steaming water in the teacup in his hand, he was dyed with some foggy feeling.

"It's not your fault, you...... Well done. ”

Xu Qingxia sat down, the light shone in from the window, very bright, outlining his figure like a picture, temperament like a pine, hairpin with black hair, long eyebrows and deep eyes, obviously a heroic appearance, but there was no look on a face, just a faint smile.

Zhong Hao opened the jade bone fan with a "snort", sneered, and leaned back on the back of the chair, "They want to bring me down with this little thing, it's just a dream." ”

He seems to have a bamboo in his chest, and he still has the same unruly gaze as before. The Song Gate is huge, intertwined, and there are secrets that outsiders don't know, Xu Qingxia understands that he must not make a rash move at this moment, once he finds out, it will be difficult to turn back.

"Xu Darthead." Xiao Tang pushed the door in, and arched his hand towards the two people in the room, "Someone from the dart gate invites you to go, the goods from Futu City have arrived today." ”

Xu Qingxia looked at Zhong Hao and saw that he just nodded casually, so he took his leave and left.

"Come out." Zhong Hao called, and a person came out from behind the screen, it was Feng Kun from the inner account room.

"You go on."

Feng Kun responded, and said: "The raw silk and raw silk that Gongzi explained have basically been bought out in today's market, except for a few large shops that have been purchased and shipped back from other places, and the trading of the rest of the small commercial houses is at risk of being cut off. The price of these things has increased more than ten times now, and they are as expensive as gold. ”

Zhong Hao squinted his eyes slightly, slowly shaking the jade bone fan.

Feng Kun continued: "The book about the private salt has been sent to the yamen along with other account books to be sealed for inspection, and I asked the trustee a few days ago, saying that the residence project has arranged for the gentleman in the government to start checking these account books. According to Childe's request, if you just look at that one, you can't see any problems, but if you hand over the general ledger together, it's easy to see that something is wrong. ”

"All the money has been put into the bill?"

"Yes, all the relevant discrepancies are done in that book, and it is also his hands and feet to study it carefully." Feng Kun took out an account book from his arms and carefully placed it in front of Zhong Hao.

"This is a private account that Childe wants."

Zhong Hao opened his eyes, took the book over and flipped a few pages, "It's still Mr. Feng who does things to reassure me, things are doing well." He sat up straight, the jade bone fan against the table, "Next, we have to let Qizheng make another effort to bring Wan Daren to our side, and pull the salt envoy off the horse, so that everyone will be profitable, and I think it will be easier to take down Wan Daren." ”

"Childe Shengming." Feng Kun nodded, "Wan Feng has always wanted to befriend powerful people, although this matter is not good for our Song Sect, but it is a good opportunity, if it is in normal times, it is impossible to get so close to us." Besides, the money that the son and the master promised him is enough for him to earn for several lifetimes, and if he can get rid of his top boss, there is an infinite future waiting for him, and he will naturally know how to choose. ”

"Let's not take it lightly, you pay more attention, and be sure to stir up the matter of Zhuo's private salt, so that the killing of the mission will not affect us too much."

"Yes, Childe." Feng Kun arched his hand, "It's just that the son has put so much of his private property into the silk business, I'm afraid it will be ......."

Feng Kun is a veteran of accounting, he naturally understands that Zhong Hao put most of his private property and raw silk together, if the transaction becomes a natural profit, if something goes wrong, this large amount of money will be wasted.

Zhong Hao didn't care about his words, and signaled that he could retreat.

The red maple outside the study was swayed by the wind, and scattered fallen leaves were scattered under the trees.

Zhong Hao sat under the window and reached out to pluck a leaf. He held the leaf up in front of his eyes, and the bright light made it impossible to see its red, only that it was dark and swarthy, but the edges and corners were particularly sharp and sharp.

When I was desperate, I still had the Song family, and you seemed to have nothing. Let me lose once, and maybe you'll be happy.