The eighth master slept peacefully all night, and when he got up early the next morning, Chen Guo waited for him to finish dressing and changing, and there was already a little servant who brought a food box to send breakfast. Clear porridge and side dishes plus a cage of soup dumplings are very simple.

The little guy said with a little apology and trepidation: "Because the prefect eats poorly on weekdays, so there is no time to prepare in the kitchen, please forgive the eighth master, and I will take care of it early this morning." ”

"It's okay, that's fine." The eighth master smiled faintly, very gentlely.

The little guy was a little flattered, so he carefully carried the food box and waited aside. Chen Guo came forward to serve the eighth master for breakfast.

Although he lived in the prefect's yamen, the eighth master was not at all uncomfortable, drinking porridge and eating steamed buns slowly, and he really enjoyed it a little.

When he ran out, he glanced at the little guy who had been standing next to him, and said to Chen Guo: "It's quite clever, reward him." ”

"Yes." Chen Guo responded, took a silver coin and stuffed it into the little guy's hand.

The little guy hurriedly knelt down and thanked him.

"This is the eighth master's reward for your errand, go ahead." Chen Guo said beside him.

The little guy nodded again and again, and then withdrew.

"Let's not go out today, just rest for a day." The eighth master said to Chen Guo.

"Yes." Chen Guo didn't ask a word, and lowered his hand to the side.

The little guy went straight to the Yangzhou prefect when he got out of the courtyard where the eighth master lived, and got up early in the morning, waiting for him to reply.

After carefully asking the eighth master about his meal this morning, the prefect of Yangzhou let the little guy out.

"Let people keep an eye on the movement over there, and see where he is going today?" He commanded.

"Yes." Someone answered and went out.

The eighth master said that he had a day off today, and he really didn't go out, and he didn't even go out of the courtyard gate, so he just read and wrote in the house.

When the Yangzhou prefect received the news, he couldn't figure it out in his heart. What is this eighth master going to do?

Yangzhou City, which is obviously entered by micro-service, and now lives in his mansion with such a clear identity, is it really aware of something and wants to live in to find out the news?

If he really thinks that the building near the water gets the moon first, it is wrong! This prefect's yamen is his territory, can he still be allowed to find out what happened?

Thinking of this, his heart was steady. That thing was done secretly, and he couldn't find out anything even if he was a hairy boy.

It's just the second day, the eighth master went out early, and specially asked people to tell the kitchen that they didn't need to prepare his breakfast, saying that they wanted to eat authentic Yangzhou City snacks. It's a rhythm of single-minded play.

The prefect of Yangzhou was sure that he was not here to do a serious errand, so he didn't pay attention, but the people who were sent out to watch before did not withdraw.

The eighth master didn't care, he really wandered around Yangzhou City. In the afternoon, I was very interested in listening to people chatting in the teahouse for an afternoon.

Since Mao Mingxuan and Mao Tongtong left, he went home directly after school every day so that he could accompany Mao Chengyun for dinner. Today, he was stopped by Fang Ruohong.

"I'm going home in a panic again, your sister is in Beijing, let's go out for a drink or two."

"I'm at home." Mao Mingxuan excused himself.

"You're a big man and you still want you to accompany you? Maybe he's drinking with his colleagues in the barracks! Fang Ruohong said.

In fact, when Chen was there, Mao Chengyun would occasionally drink a little wine with his subordinates in the barracks and not come back for dinner. I am afraid that this is also to accompany him, so I go home on time every day. Father and son thought of going together.

"That's it! Mingxuan, it's been a few days since you've been drinking with us and composing poems. Someone else came out to persuade him.

"No matter, I will never let you go today, I will let someone go to the garrison mansion to deliver a letter." Fang Ruohong grabbed Mao Mingxuan's hand as he spoke, and waved his hand directly at the little guy next to him.

The little guy was also clever, and he ran away as soon as he slipped away, and Mao Mingxuan didn't have time to speak.

"Okay, it's hard to be gracious, and it's no fun for me to excuse myself." Mao Mingxuan said with a smile.

"That's right!" Fang Ruohong laughed.

A few people went to a restaurant they frequented.

"The shopkeeper is still in the old position." As soon as they entered, several people walked to the second floor.

"Ouch, Master Fang, I'm sorry today, there are already people in the private room by the window on the second floor." The shopkeeper looked apologetic.

"Shopkeeper, you're not right. We haven't been here for a few days, and you forgot? Someone said dissatisfied.

Because of the face of Fang Ruohong, the son of the prefect, the private room on the second floor has always been reserved for them. Even if someone asks for it, they say that they will go out first. Today is a rarity.

The shopkeeper said with a bitter face: "It's not that the little ones have forgotten, but the small ones can't afford to offend." Then he looked at Fang Ruohong and said, "Young Master Fang, you can't be lazy with your little girl." ”

Everyone looked at Fang Ruohong together, and the one who could let his little guy come out to speak was obviously ordered by the prefect.

"It's him." Fang Ruohong suddenly realized.

He Ama didn't let him see that person, but he specially instructed him to say that the eighth elder brother of the current emperor came to Yangzhou on an errand and lived in their house temporarily. Let him be respectful if he bumps into him on weekdays.

"Who! Is there someone from above? Someone asked.

Mao Mingxuan's heart moved, and he glanced upstairs.

"Hmm." Fang Ruohong replied vaguely, but did not say it explicitly, but just asked the shopkeeper, "Are there any other private rooms?" ”

"I'm really sorry today, there are already guests in the others." The shopkeeper complained bitterly, how could he know that today was so coincidental.

"Looks like we're going to change places today." Fang Ruohong laughed, but he was not angry.

"I'm really sorry today, next time a few sons come, a small free hospitality." The shopkeeper was busy laughing on the side.

"Okay, I can't blame you for this." Fang Ruohong didn't care, and said to Mao Mingxuan: "Let's go, let's go to Deyue Tower to try our luck." ”

"Let's forget it today. At this hour, I'm afraid there is no private room in Deyue Tower. Another day, I'll make amends to everyone! Today is my delay. Mao Mingxuan said with a smile.

At this time, there was movement on the stairs, and everyone subconsciously looked up, and saw a person walking downstairs, and said to the shopkeeper: "Our master has used it, settle the bill, and let the private room be given to these sons." ”

After all, Chen Guo came out of the palace, although he was just a eunuch, he was also the big eunuch beside the prince, and his tone couldn't help but carry a little arrogance, a little condescending.

The shopkeeper hurriedly smiled at Fang Ruohong and said, "Young Master Fang, look, or stay?" ”

Although he knew the identity of the person upstairs, Fang Ruohong didn't like the taste of charity, so he said, "Forget it, I'm out of interest today, let's come back another day." After speaking, he didn't even look at Chen Guo, turned around and left.

As soon as he left, Mao Mingxuan and the others naturally followed.

The shopkeeper was a little embarrassed at this time, and he didn't know what to say when he looked at Chen Guo, whose face changed slightly.