Jiang Ning stuffed the exquisitely embroidered money bag into Zheliu's hand, and lay back on the bed facing the wall again, looking like no one wanted to take care of it.

Zheliu stood in the main hall holding the huge money bag in a daze, not knowing how to react.

You must know that Jiang Ning's money-loving temperament on weekdays, not to mention such a big bag of money, is a copper plate lost, and she has to feel distressed for a long time.

If he really gave away this bag of silver, Jiang Ning would regret it at that time, and he probably couldn't help but jump into the well.

Zheliu hung his head and looked at the money bag in his hand with a complicated expression.

The money bag was about the size of a palm, and the pale gold bag cloth shone with a delicate luster. In the center of the money bag, the fine stitches are embroidered with a lifelike golden dragon.

At first glance, you can know that it is Mu Jingzhao's thing.

Perhaps because it was stuffed with money, the smooth bag cloth was stretched out in several large and small folds, and it was swollen as if it would break at any time.

Zheliu carefully held the money bag in the palm of his hand, and couldn't help but think that this thing was much more valuable than his own life, and he couldn't help but feel a little melancholy in his heart.

But at the same time, it also made her more and more careful.

Xu didn't hear the movement of Zheliu going out, and Jiang Ning repeated in a sullen voice, "Don't go yet." ”

In this way, no matter how frightened Ori Liu is, he really doesn't dare to shirk anymore.

"Yes, sissy." Ori Liu carefully held the bag and turned out of the door of the main hall.

In fact, Jiang Ning was really not angry with Mu Jingzhao when he did this.

The whole bag of gold was actually a deposit that Mu Jingzhao paid in advance for leasing the land of the Cold Palace.

The reason why she agreed to give up the land of the cold palace was because she believed in her heart that Mu Jingzhao sincerely wanted to understand the suffering of the people.

And the conversation she had with Mu Jingzhao not long ago made her realize that no matter how much she cultivated, people like Mu Jingzhao would never be able to understand the suffering of the people.

In this way, everything is meaningless.

Including the existence of this contract, there is no meaning.

She was sure in her heart that Mu Jingzhao was just joking on a whim.

The land that he worked so hard to cultivate was inevitably shelved and abandoned in the end.

Therefore, she preferred not to have this silver and take back the land to cultivate herself.

Zheliu carefully went out with the money bag, and Mu Jingzhao at this time was still lazily lying at the talking desk set up by Jiang Ning.

His eyes were slightly closed, his hair was slightly disheveled, and his head leaned limply against the chair, as if he was asleep.

Facing Mu Jingzhao, who had just argued with Jiang Ning for a short time, Zheliu was naturally terrified to the extreme.

She hesitantly walked to Mu Jingzhao's side, her lips squirmed for a moment, and finally she couldn't say half a word.

In the end, it was Mu Jingzhao who was the first to open his eyes, "What's the matter?" His voice was slightly hoarse, as if he was exhausted.

He stood up, his posture still straight.

Zheliu hesitantly held the money bag in his hand in front of Mu Jingzhao.

Mu Jingzhao looked at the money bag in Zheliu's hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the anger between Fang and Jiang Ning disappeared for a moment, and then surged into Mu Jingzhao's face again.

Zheliu was disturbed by his sudden face, and his hands holding the money bag couldn't help but tremble.

"Niangniang asked me to return it to you."

Zheliu finished the whole sentence tremblingly, but Mu Jingzhao always maintained his original movements and never spoke for a long time.

"What does that mean?" Mu Jingzhao's face was ugly, and he never meant to reach out to take the money bag.

"The slave doesn't know."

Mu Jingzhao raised his eyes and looked at the gate of the palace not far away, the palace door was wide open, but there was no trace of Jiang Ning.

"Give it back." His voice was deep, "Tell her that since she has reached an agreement with me, she must abide by the spirit of the contract." ”

"Yes, yes!" Zheliu nodded again and again, ran back to the hall as if he had run away, and handed the silver to Jiang Ning again.

However, Jiang Ning was unmoved, "I don't want silver in this palace, I will grow this land myself, go back." ”

As a last resort, Zheliu ran to the courtyard again with the money bag, and was prevaricated by Mu Jingzhao's words, "Then you should hand over the reward for today's cultivated land to me".

And this time, Jiang Ning was rarely generous, and began to seriously let Zheliu pass on the message to the other party to negotiate the price.

But the other party just said that as the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, the price was not something that Jiang Ning could pay at will.

As soon as these words fell into Jiang Ning's ears, he naturally lost his temper again because of the "Ninth Five-Year Supreme" statement.

The two sides went back and forth, and quarreled through the mouth of the willow.

In the end, neither side backed down and compromised, and still sulked in their own small places.

Ori Liu was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to speak, let alone continue to speak.

The matter of repaying the money will naturally be over.

In the days that followed, Zheliu was so worried that even his walking pace slowed down a little.

Lu Feng also disappeared from then on, and did not dare to appear near the cold palace, for fear that he would be punished for touching Mu Jingzhao's moldy head.

Mu Jingzhao still lives in the cold palace on the grounds that the roof of the imperial library was destroyed.

It's just that he and Jiang Ning live their own lives, and the well water does not interfere with the river water on weekdays, even if they meet, they just leave in a hurry as if they didn't see it.

The two are obviously under the same roof, but they are stranger than strangers.

Jiang Ning didn't read anymore, and occasionally a few palace people habitually gathered at the gate of the cold palace at Shen Shi, and they were persuaded back by Zheliu on the grounds that Jiang Ning was unwell.

At first, the palace people would be worried about Jiang Ning, so they asked Zheliu to help convey their concern.

After a long time, everyone probably tasted a little bit of other flavor from it.

So I also realized that I would no longer come to the appointment of the daily deuter.

In these free days, Jiang Ning began to concentrate on planning Liu Jinfu's birthday banquet.

Although the breakdown of her relationship with Mu Jingzhao may directly lead to her not getting any honorarium, she is still very happy to prepare a birthday banquet for Liu Jinfu.

It has little to do with silver.

Therefore, her life is quite fulfilling.

But what Jiang Ning didn't expect was that Mu Jingzhao didn't cultivate as hotly in three minutes as she expected.

On the contrary, he devoted himself to farming every day, and whenever he had time, he grabbed the folding willows and asked questions.

A few days ago, Mu Jingzhao had just loosened the soil and planted the prepared seeds.

For the seeds he sowed for the first time, Mu Jingzhao was quite concerned, and he had to squat on the cultivated land every day to observe for a long time.

It's quite a bit of sincerity in it.

However, Mu Jingzhao's hard work does not seem to be willing to buy it.

He squatted for many days, but he did not see the slightest sign of germination in the cultivated fields.

According to Zheliu, this kind of seed should have sprouted a long time ago, but no matter how many times Mu Jingzhao looked at it, there was still no sign of it.

So, he finally couldn't help but get anxious.

(End of chapter)