Lord Qin, Mrs. Zun doesn't seem to be in good health. Qin Nanfeng opened his mouth in a hoarse voice again.

"I'm sorry." Qin Huanli arched his hand: "Because I lost my beloved son before, I ...... it."

"I see." Qin Nanfeng waved his hand: "That's it, the pain of losing a child is the most sad, Lord Qin is so happy to comfort Mrs. Zun, I won't bother." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and led Ding Yin back.

Qin Huanli stared at his back until he disappeared, and then sighed, this was really not his wind, and he didn't even look back for half a minute.

Qin Nanfeng turned the corner and stood still.

He still didn't look back, but he made up his mind in his heart that he had to quickly solve the matter in front of him and return to his parents with his true face.

Although he always made his father angry at home, it was better than letting him endure the pain of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man.

"Let's go back." He walked back.

"The young master is not going to the shop?" Ding Yin asked cautiously.

"Not now." Qin Nanfeng raised his eyes and looked at it, and pointed to a place: "Go to that shop, buy some fruits and bring them back to Yang Huijun, and say that I bought them for her on purpose." ”

"Yes." Ding Yin agreed and went quickly.

……

Yang Huijun was a little absent-minded when she came back.

In addition to discussing important matters today, she also asked Lian Shilang about the same thing: In this imperial capital, whose girl is called Xiao Jiu?

This is what she asked from the mouth of the old man who was chopping wood when she ordered someone to kill him.

When Qin Nanfeng was asleep, he kept shouting "Xiao Jiu".

Since she came to Dijing, she sent people to investigate this person, but she has never found him.

Originally, this was in Dayuan, and she was a little unable to show her hands and feet, and she had to guard against Qin Nanfeng knowing about it, so she had been cautious.

She didn't know who this "Xiao Jiu" was, but she intuitively felt that the relationship between Qin Nanfeng and this "Xiao Jiu" must not be simple, no matter whether Qin Nanfeng had real amnesia or fake amnesia, she had to get rid of "Xiao Jiu" first.

Otherwise, if Qin Nanfeng remembered the past, she wouldn't be able to keep him after all.

But after coming for so long, she still hasn't found out the slightest clue, so she can't bear it anymore.

But it's not surprising that it can't be found out in a short period of time.

Dayuan is not as good as Dongyue, the girls are raised in the deep house, although they don't say that the door is not out of the second door, but when they go out, they always cover their faces with a fan, or they wear gauze hats, not as generous as the women of Dongyue, in this imperial capital, what does the girl look like, I'm afraid only the wives of those official eunuchs know.

However, even the squire promised her that he would try his best to find this person for her, and the only thing she could do was wait.

She walked slowly into the room.

The lieutenant followed, carrying a bamboo basket in his hand.

"What's that?" Yang Huijun came back to his senses, saw the delicate bamboo basket in his hand, and couldn't help asking.

"This is what Ding Yin brought it, saying that Qin Nanfeng went to the market to buy it for the generals." The adjutant replied.

Yang Huijun's official position in the army is a general, but she left the barracks, and her subordinates are still used to calling her that.

"He's been out today?" Yang Huijun's expression moved slightly.

"Yes." The lieutenant nodded.

"But what's out of the ordinary?" Yang Huijun couldn't help but sit up straight.

"It's business as usual." Adjutant said.

"Don't call him by name next time." Yang Huijun breathed a sigh of relief and was a little displeased: "Just call him the messenger." ”

"Yes." The lieutenant will give up.

"Put it down, you go out first." Yang Huijun waved his hand and sent him away.

She had to think carefully about what was going to happen next.

……

Inside the house, in front of the desk.

Qin Nanfeng listened to Ding Yin's words, and suddenly got up, his whole body was terrifying, and his eyes stared at Ding Yin fiercely: "She really asked this?" ”

"Absolutely." Ding Yin lowered his head, and was a little careful in his words: "Our people are in the next room, and they can hear it clearly."

Listening to the meaning of Yang Huijun's words, she has been looking for the ninth girl for some time, and she should have been looking for someone from the day she came. ”

"Why did you get this letter today?" Qin Nanfeng frowned.

"A subordinate is derelict in his duties." Ding Yin bowed his head with a look of shame.

Qin Nanfeng didn't say a word, stood there and thought for a moment, and ordered: "Send two more people to Zhuangzi." ”

"But ......" Ding Yin hesitated: "Now that Yang Huijun is looking for the Nine Girls, if the young master sends someone again, I am afraid it will attract her attention, but it will ......"

"Tell them to be hidden." Qin Nanfeng waved his hand and interrupted him.

Even if Yang Huijun finds out, it's okay, it's a big deal to change the plan, he will never allow Xiao Jiu to make any mistakes.

"Yes." Ding Yin saw that he had made up his mind, so he stopped persuading.

He turned to leave.

"Wait a minute." Qin Nanfeng stopped him again.

"The young master still has orders?" Ding Yin hurriedly turned around and asked respectfully.

"You go, buy a few shops around the shop, I'll be useful." Qin Nanfeng commanded lightly.

"Around?" Ding Yin was stunned: "How many young masters?" ”

"Four or five?" Qin Nanfeng was also not sure: "Left and right, after opening up, three or four acres of land will be vacated in the middle, you can look at it." ”

"Three or four acres of land?" Ding Yin suddenly had a bitter face.

What does the young master think this is Zhuangzi?

This is the imperial capital city where every inch of land is valuable! Some families don't have a place to live, don't you see that the city is full of people? The young master actually wants to farm in the city?

I don't want to think about the shop last time, he can't buy it if he doesn't go out in person, and now he actually thinks about it, where is it so easy!

Not to mention that there are so many homes to buy now, how can this be?

"Bring in more silver." Qin Nanfeng saw his embarrassment.

"Yes." Ding Yin responded hard, he can do it with silver, and it is easy to do things with silver.

……

Early the next morning.

Qin Nanfeng got up, and Yang Huijun was already waiting for him in the hall.

"Husband got up, did you sleep well last night?" She asked with a smile.

"I'm still the same." Qin Nanfeng said, clutching his chest weakly and coughing twice.

"Sit down." Yang Huijun hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "I asked someone to boil you pear juice and millet porridge, which is good for your body." ”

"Thank you, ma'am." Qin Nanfeng smiled at her "weakly".

Yang Huijun was a little distressed: "If the husband can't stand it, he will stay in the post house to rest, and I will go into the palace alone to talk about the dowry." ”

"I've been resting for a few days." Qin Nanfeng said gently: "Mrs. Hard has been busy back and forth, if I don't go to this dowry, then the King of Dongyue will blame me for dereliction of duty." ”

"How so?" Yang Huijun smiled: "The gentleman often praises his husband as a hero and a young man, if you don't really appreciate it, how can you and me be entrusted with important tasks?" ”

"It's a pity that I'm like this now, far less brave than you say." Qin Nanfeng shook his head, as if he was a little sad.

"Don't say that, husband." Yang Huijun took his hand: "When the husband is healthy, he will naturally be far better than before." ”

"Then borrow Mrs. Jiyan." Qin Nanfeng naturally withdrew his hand, picked up the chopsticks and handed them to her: "Madame, let's have breakfast." ”