Xin He returned to the Yunwang Mansion, and Zilan had been squatting at her door for a while, until she saw Xin He, she smiled slightly and greeted her with a hug.

Xin He touched her head dotingly and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"There was a yellow bird outside the high wall, and the sound of the bird was very good, but when I went to look for the bird, an uncle stuffed me with a letter saying that he wanted to give it to you, and I didn't want to pay attention to him, but when I told you, I secretly took it back." Zilan stared at Xin He with a pair of watery eyes, she didn't understand the affairs of adults, so she had always only listened to Xin He's words.

When Xin He heard this, he immediately observed the surrounding situation, her residence was quite quiet, although Song Zizhen also sent some people to guard the courtyard where she lived, but at least it didn't disturb her quiet.

She took the letter in one hand and picked up Zilan in the other and went to the house, opened the letter and went through it roughly, knowing that Liu Chunmin had encountered a problem.

Although Liu Chunmin does not yearn for the temple, but the overall situation is her right-hand man, if it were not for this close friend in recent years, it would be extremely difficult to get to where it is today.

Now that the situation in Lingnan is not good, the drought is worse than expected.

The letter mentioned that the victims of the Lingnan disaster had been flocking to Chang'an City, and that fights, bandits, and robberies were frequent, leaving women and children helpless, and the people without food. Lingnan County Ling Yu Lin was desperate and took refuge with his wife and children.

Xin He rubbed his temples and sent Zilan back to the room to sleep before leaving the courtyard alone.

Previously, Liu Chunmin and the other three followed her wishes and went to the three places with the biggest problems, but now that this righteous holy decree has not been issued, Liu Chunmin and the other three are not easy to completely intervene.

Especially Liu Chunmin, Yu County Ling ran away.

After Xin He hesitated, a few words fell on the yellow paper: follow your will, no need to mind.

I don't know if she was thinking too much, or the people behind her were too mysterious and weird, as soon as she put down the pen, a voice suddenly came from behind her: "Sir, so elegant!" ”

Hearing this, Xin He instinctively crumpled the paper with the handwriting on the table.

She saluted His Highness calmly, and quietly erased the calm and uneasiness in her heart.

"I just saw Mr. writing, I don't know what Mr. wrote?" Song Zizhen changed into a splendid dress in the daytime, and only wore a casual and lazy home clothes, with a jade belt around his waist; The crown fades, the black hair is like a waterfall, and a gray tie gently holds the hair in place at the back of the head.

Somehow, when Xin He first saw him, an idea suddenly struck him.

Thinking about it left and right, even if Liu Chunmin took the risk of taking the lead to control the situation in Lingnan, it is also a fact that there is no continuous financial support, even if there is Meng Jiuxing's cottage, Xu Jin's Juxinglou, and the other twelve sisters also pooled some money to help, but they can only achieve one goal, disaster relief.

But that's not just what she does.

"Dissatisfied with His Highness, Liu Chunmin, a student of the grass people, encountered some problems in Lingnan."

Song Zizhen was not in a hurry, as if he hadn't listened, silently found a place to sit down, looked at the yellow paper slightly soaked in ink, and pursed his lips and smiled.

"Why are you laughing?" Xin He was annoyed.

She couldn't look at this smile all the time.

"I don't know what Mr. is trying to think about his students? Famous all over the world, rich and noble for a lifetime, or ......" Song Zizhen's eyes were sharp, and he gradually approached Taishi Xinhe, "For something else?" ”

The voice is deep and powerful, decisive and resolute, without the slightest hint of obscurity.

His tone is like a gentle knife, charming but hurtful, but has the ability to make people willing to bear its hurt.

Xin He swallowed the saliva in his throat and pretended to be calm: "If you are a person, you will be good, the grass people have been poor all their lives, and they are really attracted by the scenery of Chang'an City, and they have also fallen into the common name of the world, if they are fame and fortune, it is the best." ”

The smile on the corner of Song Zizhen's mouth suddenly disappeared without a trace, if that was the case, he would not have gone to such great lengths to get along with her in this way.

"I wonder what the gentleman wants this king to do?"

"The grass people have to rely on a few of their students, of course, we must first support them, and now that the funds are scarce, if His Royal Highness gives me one or two points, the grass people should be grateful."

"So, sir, what kind of gratitude method is it?" Song Zizhen frowned slightly, and there seemed to be a shallow starlight in his eyes, as gentle as a weak willow caressing the wind, and as warm as the warm sun in winter.

Why, why is there a sense of familiarity......

Did she know him before?

No, it won't.

What's more, now dressed as a man, Song Zizhen Mo is not interested in men......

"Grass People...... Traveling around, he also collected some unique books, if His Highness likes them, the grass people can give them all to His Highness. Xin He bowed his head and said.

A few apricot blossoms in the yard are blooming, and when you take a sip of the air with the fragrance of apricot blossoms, the petals fall, and occasionally a few petals follow the breeze and stay on her shoulders impartially, so that the masculinity of her appearance is weakened at this time.

She raised her fingers and flicked it, still acting so humble and respectful, that it was impossible to grasp the handle at all.