Fifty-nine: Accounts

"Childe."

Ke sat at the table, but the other cup was full. Merchants are profitable, but they have no courage.

"Say."

Fu Zhe bowed his head, took out an envelope from his arms, and handed it to Ke. "Mr. Gu's letter."

"Hmm." Ke took it, but Fu Zhe didn't go out, as if he wanted to talk and stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"Hui Gongzi, I'm ...... It seems that I saw him...... "Fu Zhe said without confidence. On that day, as usual, he went to the library to take care of it, but he saw a man. This person, both in shape and appearance, is very similar to Mo Lan's Prince Xuan, and when he wants to investigate one or two more carefully, he is attacked by a master, and he is tired of coping, and he can't be exposed, so he can only go first. After that, he went to squat for a few more days, but he didn't see this person and those masters again.

Ke listened to him quietly, but waved his hand lightly to ask him to step back.

Stepping through the iron shoes, he was really attracted. Not to mention that Hege's hand is exactly the same as Feng'er's Xiaokai, it is her bright and charming face......

This development is correct and has gone extremely well.

He showed his deeds to give himself the upper hand, as long as the old man grasped the lotus song in his hand, he might be able to easily take off his head. Yes, the role of Hege is this, this is planned from the beginning, Ke wants to find a happy feeling, but he feels that his heart is like pressing a big stone, suffocating and heavy, and he can't experience the slightest pleasure at all.

This invisible feeling of depression is getting heavier and heavier, and it looks like it is about to take away all his breath! He jerked up and walked to the window, pushing it open to let the wind blow in.

This is just a moment of paralysis, a dullness that has been away from life and death for too long.

Crowns and Love...... His fingers clasped tightly on the edge of the window, leaving a deep mark on the wooden edge.

In this fight, he has put too much into it, and he must not lose again. Even if it was despicable, he just needed to win.

When that time comes, he can give her all the glory to make up for her, give her a noble status, and let her live without worry.

That's enough.

Gu Jingyan's letter was pinched, and Ke glanced down, so everything now is only temporary. He must always be calm and rational.

He closed the window and cut everything off.

"Is the young master back?" Xu Qingxia saw Xiao Tang standing at the door of the study and asked softly.

"Yes, Master Xu. The young master is waiting for you. Xiao Tang bowed to Xu Qingxia, stretched out his hand to open the door, and a girl behind him was walking with a tray, Xu Qingxia glanced at it, and said, "This is the young master's bird's nest ginseng soup, give it to me." ”

The girl blessed her body and handed over the things in her hand to Xu Qingxia.

Zhong Hao was leaning on the golden Su embroidery pillow to read an account book, and Xu Qingxia walked in and put the soup cup on the kang table mountain.

"Coming back?" Zhong Hao seemed to be looking very seriously, and a voice came from behind the account book.

Xu Qingxia opened the lid of the soup cup, stirred it gently with a spoon, and blew it carefully. "Bird's nest ginseng soup should be drunk while it is hot, I have already blown it, and it is not hot."

The book was crooked, and Zhong Hao's smiling face was revealed. "Hello, I'll have something to eat as soon as I come back." He stretched and leaned over to the table.

Xu Qingxia smiled and fed him spoonful.

"What's going on with the Yao family?" Zhong Hao twisted his neck and continued to lie back to read the account books. There was still half a bowl of ginseng soup left in the soup cup, and Xu Qingxia drank it while holding it.

"It's all right, but Zhuo Jun still said that he was sick and didn't come."

"That kid poured out the medicine prescribed by Mr. Wu, otherwise why would he be so quiet." Zhong Hao pursed his lips. "It's really uncomfortable. Since he's so strong, I'll give him a chance. ”

Zhong Hao sat up, took out a booklet from his sleeve and handed it to Xu Qingxia. Xu Qingxia took it in his hand, and saw that this was the tax donation handed over to the imperial court this year and the gift list for the eldest son of the emperor to marry this time.

"It's the name of everything, you have to take a good look at it and keep it in mind. Tomorrow, I will instruct you to go down, if you want to recuperate from your injuries on this errand, you will hand it over to Zhuo Jun to do, and the people in the dart gate will be at his disposal. Remember, you have to tell me the route he is arranged, and then arrange for someone to connect with us at any time. And ......" Zhong Hao said, turning the page and seeming to smile. "Everything must be done to me before I hit the road, I'm going to kill him this time, and I don't want to dirty my hands anymore, understand?"

Zhong Hao asked Mr. Wu to add something to Zhuo Jun's medicine, and now Zhuo Jun's illness is not good. Xu Qingxia naturally understood that Zhong Hao couldn't wait to get rid of Zhuo Jun's mood, he didn't care about Zhuo Jun's life and death, he just wanted to pull Zhai Ke to his boat before he lost the balance.

"I'm afraid that Zhuo Jun is cunning, and he is also a little old in Beijing, if it is...... Can Childe discuss countermeasures with Gongzi Ke? Xu Qingxia obediently peeled an apple with a fruit knife, and did not look at Zhong Hao's slightly attentive demeanor.

Zhong Hao stopped talking and didn't reach out to pick up his apple.

Zhai Ke can't dodge, and He Ge can't always go there, so he has to think of a way. However, he was a little too impatient.

Outside the door, Xiao Tang gently buckled the door, "Childe, Mr. Feng asks to see you." ”

"Well, let him in." Zhong Hao moved, got up from the low couch, and walked to the desk. "There you go."

Xu Qingxia arched his hand and withdrew from the door.

Feng Kun, the steward of the account room, saw him come out and saluted very respectfully and humbly.

Xu Qingxia smiled slightly, "Mr. Feng is polite, Childe is waiting for you." ”

The Song Mansion has two account rooms, the inner account room manages the family's money, and the outer account room supports the expenses of the public school. This Feng Kun is the head of the inner account room. Now that Song Zhonghao is busy dealing with Zhuo Jun and his subordinates, he sees that Cheng Hai, the manager of the outer account room, suddenly called Feng Kun today, why is it?

Xu Qingxia touched the gift list in his sleeve, if it was for these things, he didn't have to ask himself to go out, but he should stay with himself to discuss it. Since it's inconvenient to listen to yourself...... He understands Zhong Hao's temperament, and what he has worked hard to do, he naturally wants as many fruits as possible. The most important thing is to clear out the rising birds in the Song Gate, and then, who is he going to catch in his hands and who is he going to kill?