Chapter 43 You Look at That Root of Ginseng Eight Hundred Times a Day

"Your Highness."

Cai Zhi hurriedly jumped down the long steps and chased forward with great fear.

"Your Highness! You wait for your subordinates! โ€

Wei Siyun was as if he hadn't heard it, his long legs were fast, and the cold wind in winter couldn't catch up.

Cai ran out of breath before running to the front.

He knew that his master was in a fit of rage.

"Your Highness, ancestor, dissipate your anger, this deep winter wax moon, don't be angry anymore!"

Wei Siyun shook off his hand: "You didn't see his reaction?" It's clear that the heart is extremely weak! โ€

Cai Shan, naturally, saw it.

There are four people in a room, and none of their faces are as ugly as the emperor.

If you didn't know before, it's fine.

But there is the dream that Miss Seven said in front of her, and there are traces of His Highness's temptation.

Wei Siyun was ruthless.

Even if he was dissatisfied with Wei Rin in the past, most of them were only because of his mother.

Wei Rin was obedient to him on the surface, but in fact he never fought for him to protect him.

The queen attacked him one after another, without any scruples, but because he had no one to support him.

Wei Siyun just thought that Wei Rin's methods were weak.

never thought that Wei Rin was also one of the murderers behind the scenes.

Fang Cai's temptation was just a whim.

But what about Wei Rin's reaction?

It's ridiculous!

"Your Highness, maybe there is a misunderstanding here..."

"What about the things you want to look up? When he was in the Gu back then, the people who had been in contact with him, as long as they lived, brought them to the palace! โ€

This is indeed an eyebrow.

Cai Zhi knew that His Royal Highness was suspicious, and he must have an explanation.

He Yunchu probably didn't know that her unexpected words had already caused a monstrous wave in His Highness and the Holy Lord.

I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

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In two days, it will be Xiao Nian.

Approaching Chinese New Year's Eve, the snow did not fall again, but it was cloudy for several days, and it seemed to be going to end big.

He Yunchu was injured and sick for almost 20 days.

The weather was bad, and she was getting wilting more and more.

The wound on the chest is healed, but I don't know if there is a lot of blood, and I always feel sleepy and unable to exert my strength.

Since the emperor's affairs, her appetite has not been very good.

After a series of turmoil, He Yunchu attributed himself to being a modern person who was unaccustomed to the soil.

Song Zidu sent someone to send a wave of gifts.

It is full of precious herbs and snacks.

He Yunchu was actually a little strange.

The events of that day, later 'Rong Jin's subordinate Cai Shan, came to give ginseng and told her a thing or two.

The person behind the scenes is actually He Qingyu.

Since it was He Qingyu, it was completely for her.

That Song Ziduna, in addition to being lax in control, was implicated by her.

Why did you rush to send her supplements?

It's like she's some kind of character to be offended.

Even in cooperation with the Listening Pavilion, the three-seven-point regulation was directly changed to five-fifty points.

He Yunchu wanted to ask, but he didn't see Song Zidu every time.

Sister Xiang scolded her for being confused, it's not good to make money, and she doesn't care where the money comes from.

However, He Yunchu had objections to this matter, and she would not agree to it.

Since Song Zidu sent it to the door, she didn't have a reason to send it back.

It's just that Rong Jin was also on the scene that day.

"Mei'er, on the day I was injured, do you remember what Song Zidu's expression was when he saw Rong Jin?"

"Expressions?" Mei'er thought for a while: "It was a mess at the time, and I didn't pay attention, what's wrong?" โ€

"Nothing."

She just thought something was weird.

It's not weird.

I just didn't think about it.

Mei'er didn't take it seriously, but pointed to a pear box on the table and asked, "This ginseng, really not stewed soup?" โ€

It was sent by Rong Jin, but he never showed up.

A good thousand-year-old ginseng can be described as a big deal.

But it was useless, and He Yunchu didn't want to accept such a valuable gift in vain.

Mei'er saw her thoughts: "Master Rong too, I haven't seen him come over in the past few days, and it looks like it's going to be a young man." โ€

"What can he do?" He Yunchu muttered: "We still have to be busy with the affairs of the Listening Pavilion." โ€

Now that the cooperation has been reached, and it coincides with the Chinese New Year, it is time to take advantage of the excitement to launch a new business model.

Mei'er thought it was funny: "You look at that ginseng 800 times a day, not waiting for someone, what are you doing?" โ€

He Yunchu almost jumped up: "Do I have it?!" How can I have?! โ€

She only watched it 800 times when she was idle!

As he spoke, he glanced away again.

Mei'er grabbed her squarely: "Don't you see this again?" I was supposed to send it to you to replenish your body, but I'll take it to the kitchen for you to stew? โ€

"......" He Yunchu was annoyed: "I look at you idle, then you go and do something." โ€

Mei'er: "Huh? โ€

Throwing out a piece of paper, He Yunchu said: "Let's build the Listening Pavilion, it's not enough to rely on a few people in the building, we have to recruit troops." โ€

"What's recruitment?"

"It's just to add some people, you remember, all the applicants who come to apply, whether they are men or women, but they have to be good at it."

Mei Erxin said what is the word for application, but you can guess that it is about the person who came to inquire.

But what surprised her was that He Yunchu said that there is no limit to men and women?

In a place like theirs, what else can a man do besides a turtle fighter?

Seeing her question, He Yunchu replied: "Do you remember the day of the reopening, the first merchant lady to come in?" โ€

"Yes."

"Fufeng City is the capital of the country, and there is no shortage of rich officials or merchant ladies, all of whom need to be entertained, why can't they be accompanied by a man?"

Men...

This is unimaginable in Mei'er's mind.

In this era, men have a respected status, that is, ordinary people's families, and they are not responsible for housework.

What's more, it's out to accompany the smiling face??

He Yunchu is crazy, right?

"Don't look at me like that, I don't want to do anything dirty." He Yunchu sneered: "If you want to stay in the listening pavilion, this girl wants it to become the premier elegant place in Quanfufeng City, since it is elegant, it is not too much for a man to play chess and the piano, right?" โ€

"That's... Do men play for men, or for women? โ€

He Yunchu was open-minded: "This is what you and I want, but there is a bottom line, and it can't be sold. body, once discovered, will never be hired. โ€

Mei'er was stunned: "Your idea is too bold, and what man would be willing?" โ€

"The words can't be said too absolutely, there is no shortage of people from bitter backgrounds in any time and dynasty, the distinction between high and low is just the framework of a famous family, if you put it aside, everyone is born as a human being, they are two legs and one hand, how to live is not alive?"

Mei'er had never heard such remarks.

On the high platform, she has been defined as a lowly since she entered this industry.

But now someone told her that everyone is the same person, and there is no difference.

Her eyes burned and she looked at He Yunchu.

He Yunchu patted her: "Go ahead." โ€

No matter how much she says, it's empty words, she's just a little person, doing her best to find a way.

After Mei'er went out, the room was deserted again.

Things are on the right track, there is a lack of new things in this era, and the Pavilion will not worry about not being able to do it.

What's next?

However, at the end of the day, He Yunchu was a little sleepy lying on the table.

There was a noise outside the window, as if someone was arguing.

In the corner of the street that no one knows, a sharp blade pierces the human body.

Blood gushed from the man's neck as he collapsed to the ground.

Stained red with a piece of sludge.