If Jia Fu had a knife in his hand at this time, then he would definitely turn around and stab Liang Xu to death as soon as possible.

It's a pity that he didn't, so he could only stare at Liang Xu, and the killing intent in his heart dyed his eyes red.

"Look, why do you want me to talk about this?" Liang Xu smiled and sat back in his chair.

"You have your own livelihood, I understand, but after so many years of friendship, you can't eat alone, right?"

"My requirements are not high, no matter how much you have made over the years, I only need 500,000 taels." He took a sip of tea, "When I get the money, I'll naturally forget about you." ”

Jia Fu lowered his eyelids and asked softly, "How do you know?" ”

Liang Xu smiled: "If you don't want people to know, unless you don't do it, but your means can also be, for so many years, you haven't leaked out at all, presumably in addition to your treasury, I can only treasure two of them——"

"Give me three days!" Jia Fu walked out of the dark room without looking back.

——

Quietly walking out of Shangshu Mansion, the smile on Liang Xu's face slowly disappeared.

He stood at the entrance of the alley and looked at the Wuwang Mansion from afar, and it took a while to suppress his thoughts and quickly return to his own mansion.

But when he carefully opened the chamber and found the box that was supposed to contain the fake silver ticket—

………

After Zhao Chen slept for a while, she took out the two fake silver tickets from her arms, thinking about what might happen to Shangshu Mansion, her eyes narrowed into a thin line with a smile.

When she cleaned up her mood, wrapped her clothes and pushed the door open, the first thing she saw was Meng Yong sitting in the courtyard.

When the snow is first clear, it is in the breeze.

He was as green as a crow, with a bright face, holding a scroll in one hand and writing something with a pen in the other.

She couldn't help but blink.

Not to mention anything else, this person is still really good-looking, and it looks like a painting at a glance.

At this time, the "painting" moved, looked back sideways, and smiled slightly with a smile in his eyebrows, "Sleep for so long and rest?" ”

She turned back to her senses and nodded, sat down beside him in three or two steps, and asked casually, "What do you write?" ”

"The Lady of the Capital Record." Meng Yong smiled and showed her the scroll in his hand a little sideways, "All the women of the official family in Beijing who are of the right age to be married are recorded here, and the suitable conditions are being selected below." ”

A good word is thin and clear, and he sketches line after line next to the "details" of each lady, and when he sweeps it at a glance, what he can see seems to have been rejected by the writer.

"Are you going to marry a daughter-in-law?" Zhao Chen withdrew his eyes, and his expression was slightly strange.

Why do you always think that this person marries... It's a little weird everywhere -

Meng Yong shook his head: "It's for you to choose a princess, Lin Qiqi is still not compatible with you." ”

Zhao Chen rolled his eyes, "Are you idle and have nothing to do after being injured, what does it have to do with who I marry?" ”

"In the next generation, you are also your retainer, so naturally you have to choose a virtuous person for the head of the family, and also choose a good housewife for yourself." He smiled openly, but his eyes were misty, and he couldn't tell anyone what he was thinking.

Zhao Chen asked with empty eyes: "When will you become my retainer again?" ”

"The moment I saw you." He lowered his voice with a smile.

What can I do if I am embarrassed?

"Xi'er—I'm hungry!" Zhao Chen opened his eyes and shouted outside the hospital.

After a long time, Han Feng silently walked in with a wooden plate, and put the porridge and side dishes in place before saying: "Your Highness, Shuangxi went out at the beginning, saying that he was going to try his luck at the stall where he bought a vase again." ”

She took a few breaths and began to gobble up, and the ugly appearance of the food made Meng Yong frequently look sideways.

"Look at it, look at what you see!" She raised her head and glared, "What have you seen for so long?" What about the princess? Do you say seventeen is not good, which is better? ”

Meng Yong froze, and said softly: "I haven't picked it for the time being, and these are not suitable for now." He pondered, "Those with comparable status, lack of appearance and talent, and temperament are not compatible..."

He chattered for a long time, and the summary was that there was no one in such a thick roster who matched her.

She laughed angrily, dropped her chopsticks and said, "You just said that no one is worthy of being this martial princess except you!" ”

Meng Yong thought carefully for a while, frowned and said: "This is in Li'er, it is really difficult to find what can be compared to the next..."

"Take your time and play by yourself!" She got up and left.

Meng Yong didn't care, but said with a smile: "Remember to bring a good one to Cai Wen for you." ”

………

The carriage of King Wu's Mansion stopped in front of a dark alley outside the south of the city.

After a while, a man dressed as a eunuch appeared in the alley, sneakily touching the carriage.

"Why did you come to the poor road so suddenly?" Xuan Qing asked as soon as he sat down.

Zhao Chen didn't answer, but looked him up and down.

The white face is beardless, the face is upright, and the age is only in his early thirties, except for the flickering eyes that are always floating around, he really looks the same-

"This is Liangui?" She asked with a smile of interest.

"Huh? Yes... Poor Dao didn't know what this man's name was. Xuanqing said and said: "Poor Dao also made an appointment with the prince later, if you have anything, you should say it as soon as possible." ”

"How is the Daoist doing?"

"It's okay, except for the old guy you paid attention to the old guy who always found fault, everything went well on the prince's side." Xuan Qing's face was a little smug, "Now no matter what the poor Dao says, the prince will follow——"

Zhao Chen smiled: "Dao Chief, what to do and what not to do, don't you need this king to say it again, right?" ”

"No, no, Poor Dao has always been according to your orders, only suppressing peers, and never confusing the master for profit." Xuanqing was a spirit, and he was a little more flattering, "Don't worry, the poor road hasn't lived enough, and you won't be unable to think about it." ”

Zhao Chen nodded with satisfaction, took out the silver ticket and stuffed it into him, and said: "If you are short of money, come to this king, you can also take it if the prince takes the initiative to give it, there is nothing to think about the money, as long as you don't have other plans like Fu Zheng." ”

Xuanqing hurriedly clenched the silver ticket, began to count it as soon as he said "bah", and said with a smile: "You are more generous than the prince, and you are not stupid, so you naturally know who to hold, as for whether you are plotting or not, it is not all up to you?" ”

At this time, the carriage stopped.

"Dao Chief, this king is looking for you today, but he actually has something to ask for." Zhao Chen looked at him with a smile.

Xuan Qing's hand froze as he counted the silver tickets, and said with a forced smile: "Don't laugh, what can the poor, poor Dao help you..."

"Cover your face first, and come with me." Zhao Chen said that he got out of the carriage first, didn't take a few steps, and then looked back at Xuan Qing, who was still lying in the car, "It's all up to me to tell you." ”

Xuanqing looked at the four big characters of "Shuntian Mansion Ya" outside, and his face suddenly became ugly.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and jumped out of the carriage, ignoring Zhao Chen, and walked inside, looking like he was on the execution ground.

Zhao Chen squinted his eyes and looked at his back, the corners of his lips were raised, he smiled meaningfully, and followed with steps.