"What? You want to check me? Leng Mi glanced at him with a shallow slanted eyebrow, raised his eyebrows and looked at Li Mo, who was close to him.

Li Mo, the first person she met when she came to Picheng, the son of the prime minister today, although he was full of economy but dull and boring, he didn't want to follow himself these days, Mu Ne's temperament was actually a lot more transparent, and he became a good partner for her to earn extra money, and she was successfully taken under her command and became her royal errand.

"No, no, of course not!" Li Mo hurriedly denied it, "............ If you don't say that you have your own reasons, your brother will naturally not do that thing that goes against your heart. ”

These days, Li Mo has figured out some of Leng Luo's character, although he is extremely intelligent, but his demeanor is very low-key, Leng Luo has written countless poems and sentences, but he has never signed the word Leng Luo, on the contrary, Leng Luo also specially instructed the other party not to say that the poems sold are from him, which makes the sons of those rich people in Picheng even more happy, and Leng Luo's poetry sales have become an open secret of the dignitaries in Picheng in a very short period of time.

Li Mo didn't think of sending someone to track down Leng Luo's origin, but he knew that if Leng Luo knew, the friendship between the two of them would surely come to an end. But if he doesn't check, it doesn't mean that those dignitaries don't check, but it's a pity that during this time, those who want to track down Leng Luo's origin can't find any information at all except for knowing Leng Luo's name.

"That's pretty much it." Leng Mi hooked his lips slightly, and his eyes were full of smiles. It's not that she despises the inability of the person in front of her, but that her current appearance is impossible to check at all, if she can find out her details, then she must treat the person in front of her as a god without saying a word.

Rubbing her hands full of oil, Leng Mi's shallow eyebrows frowned slightly, alas, this ancient life is really painful, and there is no slightest interest in spiritual life, so when she finished reading all kinds of miscellaneous talks about this era, she can only go out every day and wander in the restaurant teahouse to listen to all kinds of commentaries or discuss the current situation of scholars to kill time, but she doesn't want to go out every time she just goes out with her front foot, and Li Mo follows her with her back foot, as if she is guarding her door every day.

"Brother Leng, that... … My father will be back in two or three days, and I used to treat him. Li Mo paused, his face was a little embarrassed, "I didn't even say a word of greeting on his fiftieth birthday, and now, I want to make up a gift for him." ”

Leng Miqian was stunned for a moment, and shrunk his neck back, "You don't want to ask me for silver, do you?" ”

"I have silver," Li Mo sat on the chair nearest Leng Miqian, his face full of flattery, "My father, he is not short of silver, he is good at calligraphy and painting." ”

"Calligraphy and painting?" Leng Mi squinted his eyes with a look of vigilance, "What's the matter with me?" ”

"Brother Leng, I know that you write a good hand, especially the cursive handwriting, which is thick and vigorous, elegant and majestic, and beautiful and tight! I wouldn't have believed my eyes if I hadn't seen what you wrote. ”

"Okay, five hundred taels." Leng Mi squinted his phoenix eyes slightly, playing with the wine glass in his hand, with a calculating face.

"What?! Five hundred taels? Hearing the answer, Li Mo stood up violently, pointing at Leng Luo beside him and trembling, "You knock on the bamboo?!! ”

As soon as the words fell, a chicken bone hit his forehead, and Li Mo didn't have time to wipe the oil off his forehead, so he looked at the cold and squinted his eyes slightly and leaned towards him, "This is also called knocking on the bamboo?!" Do you think it's easy to write a calligraphy or picture? You are celebrating your birthday, I have to rack my brains to make a song for you to meet the occasion, plus I personally write and paint for you, I will collect you five hundred taels of silver but it is all for the sake of the friendship between the two of us, if you can't afford it, I also happen to fall quietly, you can't love it! ”

Raised his head and drank the sake in the cup, smiled coldly and hooked the corners of his mouth and walked out of the restaurant, leaving Li Mo alone at the table and hesitating.

Lee House.

The attendants in the house kept coming and going, and they were respectfully serving the distinguished guests in the house---- the son-in-law of the Mingruo family, Ming Ruohan.

The Mingruo family has been passed down for hundreds of generations, and it has long become a force, and the wealth is even richer and shocking, and even the royal family has to rely on his power. Looking at the whole world, I am afraid that only the Ito family, which is located in the south, can compete with it.

Ming Ruohan, the son of the Ming Ruo family, was crowned as the 'Han Shizi' by the emperor, and enjoyed the treatment of the prince, and his profound knowledge and insights even the emperor had to be courteous.

It is rumored in the world that Han Shizi's words are better than the advice of hundreds of officials.

It's a pity that this Ming Ruohan has been weak since he was a child, and he has been a variety of decoctions since birth, and some imperial doctors have asserted that Ming Ruohan will not live to be 25 years old, and now Ming Ruohan is nearly 23 years old, and his body is becoming more and more weak, and the weakness between his gestures makes people look frightened, but even so, no one dares to shake Ming Ruohan's status in the Ming Ruo family or the court.

Looking at the young man in front of him, with a noble temperament but a moderate demeanor, whether it is his mind or doing things, Li Ran's mood can't help but be a little complicated, thinking of his own son, dull and boring, he doesn't know how to read words and feelings, even if the son inherits his father's business in the future, I'm afraid it's only a matter of time before he falls out of favor and is exiled to a barbarian land.

"Li Xiangke is thinking about Ling Gongzi?" Ming Ruohan gently put down the teacup in his hand, and his clear and clear eyes stared straight at the middle-aged man sitting opposite.

Li Ran was shocked in his heart, and raised his eyes to look at the smiling young man in front of him, and the emotions in his eyes were surprised.

He has been in the officialdom for decades, from the official to the prime minister, reading countless people, no matter what emotions are never revealed in front of people, he has just taken leave from Kyoto to save his relatives, and he has not mentioned his uncompetitive dog between words, but the person in front of him said calmly what he just thought, what does this mean? ! It shows that the people in front of him pay attention to him not for a day or two, but for a long time, not only for him, but even for his family members who stayed in his hometown.

Stabilizing his mind, Li Ran suppressed the shock in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, trying his best to pretend to be kind, "Han Shizi is really quick-minded, what the old man thinks in his heart is really exactly what he said." ”

Speaking of this, Li Ran sighed all over his face, looked at the sparkling microwaves on the lake, and his thoughts couldn't help but turn to the distance, with a sincere expression, "Among the old man's children, this son is the most unbearable, not afraid of the jokes of the cold world, this son was born to my deceased wife of the chaff, at that time I was just a cloth dress, but she did not dislike it at all, and died of illness and weakness soon after giving birth to Mo'er, and I did not enjoy the glory and wealth until I died, before I died, I promised her that I would love this son and let him live this life peacefully, Otherwise, how can the old man go to the deceased lady with peace of mind after a hundred years, it's just that this unfilial son, rotten wood can't be carved, and mentioning it is full of fire! ”