"Eldest Princess, Lord Futu asks to see you." Lige, the personal maid of the salary, walked in to report.

"Let him in."

Futu walked into the hall and saw Jimo Qinghe standing in the hall, and secretly wondered in his heart how this peerless son could appear here.

The inspector raised his hand to signal that Fotu did not have to salute.

"This is Jimo Qinghe, you know, this palace has named him a scholar of the Wenge Palace, just now he made some interesting suggestions with this palace, this palace thinks it is very good, this time the moon falls and the chaos is calm, this palace has been handed over to him."

Ji Xin turned to face Jimo Qinghe.

"You just took office, and the magistrate is not very familiar with you, so this time Futu will accompany you, so you can take care of it, Futu's face, but everyone recognizes it."

The auditor couldn't help but make a joke again.

Fortu smiled again and again. "Your Highness, you can torture your ministers."

Jimo Qinghe suddenly felt a little unable to see through this princess, obviously a girl of Shuanghua's age, but she was the chosen one to shoulder the great responsibility of the national fortune, she held thousands of lives in her hands, and occasionally joked with courtiers, what a wonderful person.

Without thinking too much, Mo Qinghe said that he needed to pack up and wanted to leave.

The salary hinted at Futu, and Futu immediately wanted to keep up with Jimo Qinghe.

"Ouch, Lord Jimo, I have long heard that Lord Jimo has a prominent reputation, and now he is an official in the same dynasty, I hope that the adults will not hesitate to give advice, and they will not hesitate to give advice......"

Jimo Qinghe smiled slightly, noncommittal, and asked Futu to follow him, in addition to helping, he was more afraid of surveillance, he had just entered the court, he had no long things, he was an ownerless person, what was it that made people suspicious.

Jimo Qinghe looked down at his shoes, it was not this pace, revealing flaws, and the breath of internal strength could be hidden on weekdays, but the traces left by this practice of light skills were difficult to hide, and the eldest princess even observed this, which was interesting.

When Jimo Qinghe returned to the mansion, Master Yanquan had already left. Leaving only the four big words "don't read and cherish" on the table, that is, Mo Qinghe sighed slightly, stroked his sleeves in the right color, and bowed deeply to the door.

The moonset trip is that Mo Qinghe took Xiao Jin with him, this child collided with the salary that day, and now he has a lot of peace of mind because of this encounter, and it is time to see the world.

Futu was very well prepared, two padded carriages, and specially went to Jimo Qinghe to pick him up in front of the mansion, when he saw Jimo Qinghe and Xiao Jin come out, Futu had long forgotten the appearance of this child, and only thought that Jimo Qinghe had brought a scholar.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jin actually took a step forward and bowed to Futu.

"Lord Futu, that day I spoke out in front of the Yanquan Master Ancestor pulpit to be disrespectful to you, it was really the fault of the younger generation, I hope you will forgive me."

Futu was stunned for a moment, and immediately recalled that because the eldest princess did not look carefully under the pulpit that day, now when she looked closely, this child was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and he was righteous and awe-inspiring, like a good child.

"No hindrance, no hindrance." Futu waved his hand and smiled at Jimo Qinghe. "The scholars of Master Jimo are so polite and courteous, which is really impressive."

Jimo Qinghe just shook his head

"Taking responsibility for his mistakes should be the way for the world, and he just did what he had to do."

After that, he motioned for Xiao Jin to get into the carriage.

Futu smiled, this Jimo Lord was serious.

The two carriages galloped on the official road, and it took three days to reach the moonset, the moonset is located in the south of Yanzhou, the climate is slightly hotter than Haotian, that is, when Mo Qinghe and Futu walked on the street, they found that there were not many vendors, and the items sold were mostly necessary for life, and the fruits in the fertile fields were novel, and the fruits were abundant, but the farmers were sad.

Ji Mo Qinghe casually asked a passer-by who sighed for a long time on the side of the road.

"The fruit is abundant in this field, why are you all so miserable?"

"You are a scholar, alas, you don't know, the more abundant the harvest, the more this fruit cannot be sold......" passers-by rarely see a polite person, babbling about all these years of hard work, "Now life is difficult, young people either go to Haotian King to find a living, or go to other countries to find opportunities, now there are not even many scholars." ”

Jimo Qinghe frowned and looked at Futu.

"Lord Futu, please prepare a fast horse, and I will give a letter of repair to the eldest princess."