It's all too familiar
Immediately, she reacted and immediately took the cup of tea, showing a blessed smile.
"After all, I hope that Mr. Gu will eventually become a family. The offense of that day, please don't take Mr. Gu to the bottom of my heart. โ
Gu Qingzhao shook his head with an impermanent expression.
"Not really."
An Ning nodded, and then diverted the topic.
"The information that Mr. Gu gave me yesterday has a lot of crosses on it, but there is a problem?"
Gu Qingzhao took a sip of tea lightly, and then said "um".
"There is a problem with the mines, there is a problem with the grain. If my guess is correct, is it that the mines and grain are missing? They have embezzled so much official silver, and they have more than just those minerals in their hands, and the ones that Mr. gave me yesterday are just properties that are put on the surface for others to see, can they? โ
Gu Qingzhao gave another faint "um".
An Ning continued to speculate.
"And food, and on the surface it's definitely more than that. There is even the possibility of selling illicit salt. With what I know about Xu Xiang, he will never let go of profitable things. โ
"Instead of keeping it somewhere all the time, those corrupt official banks should be turned into other things that can be liquid and valuable."
Gu Qingzhao held the teacup and paused without a trace.
He looked up at Anning.
"What do you know about Xu Xiang? How much do you know about him? โ
An Ning chuckled.
"Just my guess."
Seeing that An Ning refused to tell the truth, Gu Qingzhao didn't ask any further.
It's just that those eyes are a little gloomy again.
What the hell has happened to his girl?
"So, how did the gentleman find this?"
"Settle accounts. The amount of money in circulation is wrong. โ
An Ning was taken aback.
Can this be calculated by calculating accounts alone?
Suddenly, An Ning paid another inch of respect to Gu Qingzhao's admiration.
No wonder the saint values him so much, if she is the saint, I am afraid that she will be reluctant to let go.
"That... It means that the industry in the secret has not been found. The reckoning only found out what was wrong. โ
Gu Qingzhao let out another faint "um".
It's as if the mind isn't on it at all.
"Then leave this matter to me. Mr. Gu has worked hard these days, so take a good rest. โ
"Hmm."
An Ning frowned.
This is the first few "um".
Gu Qingzhao suddenly stretched out his hand, his palm had a slightly thick calluse, and the green tendons on his wrist burst out.
"I haven't been sleeping well these days, Miss Ann will help me take a look."
"Okay."
Tranquility caressed his wrist.
Even though there was plenty of heating in the house, his body was still a little colder.
Judging from the pulse, it is much better than the previous days.
This should also sleep better than the previous days.
Even the depression in my heart has dissipated a lot.
"Hmmm... Mr. Gu, I'll prescribe you a few pairs of soothing soup, and when the time comes, I'll ask someone in my house to bring you medicinal herbs. โ
"No, Miss Ann can write to me now."
"Okay then."
Gu Qingzhao got up and went to get a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.
The paper was very new, but when Gu Qingzhao handed her the brush, An Ning was directly in a trance.
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It's very old, it looks like it's been around for several years, but the owner has preserved it well, it's clean, there is no scratch, and the nib is smooth.
In the position of the barrel of the pen, a nondescript plum blossom is engraved.
Suddenly, a picture loomed in An Ning's mind.
There was a boy with a little girl's hand on the brush and depicting something little by little.
She couldn't see her face clearly, and the picture was blurry.
Looking at An Ning like this, the corners of Gu Qingzhao's mouth hooked up a good-looking arc.
Even the lips are a little more bright red.
"Miss Ann."
An Ning came back to his senses at this sound.
When she looked at Gu Qingzhao again, her expression had become different.
It is complex, inquisitive and contemplative.
Gu Qingzhao said loudly:
"Write it."
An Ning picked up the pen and wrote the recipe for the soothing soup stroke by stroke.
When it was time to return the pen, she deliberately refused to give it.
"Mr. Gu's pen is very peculiar. The plum blossom pattern on this is very beautiful. โ
Gu Qingzhao stood in front of her with a cold face, looking at her condescendingly.
"Really?"
"Yes, it must have been painted by Mr. Gu when he was young. This pen has been preserved to the present, which shows Mr. Gu's cherishment. โ
She handed him the pen.
"Thank you."
"It's time for Gu to thank you."
Both of their hearts were turbulent, but neither of them showed it.
"Miss An, you don't need to worry about Xu Xiang and the prince."
An Ning's expression flashed, and the corners of her lips hooked slightly.
"Then it seems that Lord Nie has pried out all the things from Ye Shangshu's mouth, Lord Nie is really young and promising."
Gu Qingzhao heard An Ning praising others, and a trace of coldness appeared on his body.
"Prince, it's about to be precarious. What I promised Miss Ann is almost finished. โ
That night, in the palace, he said that the prince was not worthy of being the prince.
In fact, he was promising her to change his savings.
An Ning frowned and nodded slightly.
But no, as soon as Xu Xiang falls, the prince is not in danger.
Even if Gu Qingzhao doesn't make any more moves in the future, the Seventh Prince is not a vegetarian, and if so, he won't be able to win the prince.
He didn't have to continue planning the rest of the story.
An Ning is gone.
Gu Qingzhao sent her a distance before going back.
But An Ning didn't go straight to the General's Mansion.
Instead, he went to Nie Yuan's mother's residence.
One is to see the condition again, and the other is to feel the strange familiarity again.
As soon as she entered the door, she saw Nie's mother watering flowers in the yard with a wooden bucket.
There were many withered flowers in this courtyard before, and Anning had all of them uprooted and replanted with new ones.
It doesn't bloom in winter, and some of them don't even grow leaves.
"Aunt Nie."
When Nie Mu saw An Ning coming, she immediately put down the scoop in her hand.
"Oh, Miss An, you're here."
An Ning walked over with a smile, touching Nie's mother's cold hand, she deliberately said angrily: "Aunt Nie, you are not well yet, what if you encounter cold water like this, what if you catch a cold?" โ
An Ning looked around again, and her Nie mother's maid and two maids were not there.
"Where did they go?"
"Miss An, don't be angry, I told them to buy me needlework and thread, and Wang Yuan went to buy tonight's food."
An Ning sighed lightly, "Don't work too hard. โ
Nie Mu agreed:
"Huh!"
It was too cold outside, so An Ning let Nie's mother go back to the house.
She stood alone in front of the big tree, caressing the old bark.
As soon as he didn't pay attention to Anning's hand, he was cut open by the bark.
She closed her eyes.
Sure enough, there was another picture in my mind.
There are still two boys and a girl in the picture.
The difference is that this time the boy is much taller than the girl.
It looks like the boy and girl I saw in Gu Qingzhao's house before when they grow up.
But she still couldn't see her face clearly.