Song Zhengyang only knew the assessment content of the eight hall masters who were close to him, and the rest were not very clear.

Seeing that he couldn't squeeze out any more oil and water, Wang Zimo returned the red belly pocket to Hall Master Song, smiled meaningfully, and smiled again.

Song Zhengyang also laughed with "hehe".

But the prince asked silently, "Is it incense?

Song Zhengyang looked embarrassed, grinned, and stared dryly, watching the prince walk into the Magnolia Hall with a silent smile.

Stepping into the door, Wang Zimo smelled a fragrance, and the orchid rouge was even richer than the one on the red belly pocket.

There is no need to say that the prince silently guessed that this hall master must be the mistress of the red belly pocket.

"Childe is really naughty! The slave family's dirty clothes dare to be used to play, aren't you afraid that the slave family will turn their faces?"

Although Pan Yufu, the hall master of Yulan Hall, had a smile on her face, she couldn't hide the anger in her heart, her apricot eyes were round, her slender eyebrows were like light swallows, and her delicate body was fat and thin, no wonder Song Zhengyang, as the hall master of Wanhua Hall, would not be able to hold it, and it would definitely be even crazier if he was someone else.

"If the son is not in a hurry, he can sit here until dark, and he can watch it as long as he wants. ”

Pan Yu is not outstanding, but it exudes a special charm.

This charm is innate, and it has long been integrated into her voice, and every gesture is vividly exerted.

Prince Merton felt out of shape, he was not confused by Pan Yufu's beauty, but suddenly remembered Han Xueling. In Sister Xue Ling's body, there is also such a charm, Wang Zimo is just seeing things and thinking about people at this time, and loves the house and Wu.

"Uh...... Sorry, let's get started!"

Didn't explain much.

"It's already started!" Pan Yufu pouted very unhappily, stretched out his plain finger and pointed at the tea that had already cooled in front of Wang Zimo, and glanced at Song Zhengyang who was peeking with half of his head outside the door.

She is assessing the tea ceremony here, and the tea in front of Wang Zimo is already cold, is it possible to replace it with another one for him?

After thinking about it, Pan Yufu straightened his waist and said helplessly: "That's it, Childe, the slave family has a question, if Childe answers, Childe wins." There is no time limit, Childe can think of the evening here, or he can just give up, so Childe will lose. After three days, the slave family will not show mercy!"

"Please!"

The prince silently spread out his right hand and made a gesture of please.

"Son, listen well, the slave's question is not easy to guess. Pan Yufu glanced at Song Zhengyang, looked at the little red plum sticking out from the "Plum Blossom Picture in the Cold Winter" on the wall, bit his lip and thought for a moment, and said softly: "The pearl moon and clouds hide the king's arms, and the bulbs are opened in a few flowers." The concubine was afraid that the lovesickness would come quietly, but she asked where the incense came from. ”

This Magnolia Hall, like Wanhua Hall, does good deeds in the world. But one is in the dark and the other is in the light.

Wanhuatang pried open the rich family's treasury at night and distributed wealth to the poor people. Magnolia Hall welcomes thousands of gold ladies with a smile during the day, and sells perfume at a high price to earn money to help poor children.

Wang Zimo stood up and bowed to Pan Yufu.

He was very touched by the appearance of such a heart in a woman. This kind of touching comes from the bottom of my heart, and has nothing to do with my career or income, but only in a heart that does good.

"The answer is outside the door, stay!"

Wang Zimo turned around and left, but was chased by Pan Yufu and stretched out his hand to stop him.

The plump chest rose and fell violently, and Pan Yufu asked urgently: "The slave family is dull, please make it clear to the son." ”

It's all so straightforward, what else do you want me to say?

The pearl moon and clouds hide the king's arms, doesn't it mean that you and the Song Hall Master's Wushan clouds and rain that night......? The girl was too blunt to give such hints. The concubine is afraid that the lovesickness will come quietly, the meaning is clear, he ran away, and your heart flew away, sneaking to the door, but was asked who you are?

How embarrassing!

Where to put face when you say it?

"If I'm not mistaken, your real name should be Pan Zhuyue!"

Seeing Pan Yufu open his mouth in surprise, his flickering eyes full of sadness, Wang Zimo was even more sure of his thoughts.

Presumably, Song Zhengyang didn't know what the real name of the person who shared the bed was.

"You secretly came to the Fengtian God Sect behind your family, and if you miss your parents, you don't have to worry about whether the past is right or wrong, and you boldly go home to visit. The grace of nurturing cannot be forgotten, don't wait for filial piety to be sad!"

Song Zhengyang lowered his head in shame, he hadn't read the wife in front of him for so many years, if it wasn't for the prince's silent pointing, I'm afraid he would still be in the dark.

"The grace of nurturing cannot be forgotten, don't wait for filial piety and sadness!"

Pan Yufu's eyes were misty, and he muttered to himself, repeating this sentence constantly. "The grace of nurturing cannot be forgotten, don't wait for filial piety and sadness!"

This sentence seems to be saying it to himself, and it seems to be saying it to the people of the world.

Who has no parents, when they are young, they go their own way, and when they remember that there are old parents at home, they may be old.

Filial piety is late, late sadness, white young man's head, can't be replaced, mother's smile, strict father's love.

Don't wait...... Don't wait......

"Thank you, Childe!"

Song Zhengyang walked in from outside the door, stretched out a strong big hand to wrap his arms around Pan Yufu's trembling shoulder, "Tomorrow I will go home with Yufu to visit the old man, no, we will leave now!"

"Well done!" Wang Zimo gave a thumbs up.

"Thank you, Childe!" Pan Yufu bowed solemnly.

Husband and wife should be like this, since they choose to be together, they should open their hearts and put themselves in each other's shoes.

People Pan Yufu has traveled thousands of miles to the master of Song Hall, and he has been saying goodbye to his relatives for decades, how can he not miss his parents?

If you really don't want to, don't want this wife!

For a while, Wang Zimo had a new understanding of family affection, and this perception continued to sublimate, and he thought of his parents. Wei Guohou and Mrs. Lu are playing games, betting with the blood of the Lu family, I don't know how Abba and Aunt are doing now, if they have the ability, they will definitely take them to their side and do their filial piety! Let them enjoy their old age in peace!

Throughout the morning, Wang Zimo walked through thirty halls, one failed, three were tied, and the rest were victorious.

If the simple assessment is simple and fast, what makes the prince overwhelmed is a series of private matters.

The hall master regarded him as an emotional saint, and they all stood at the door and cocked their heads to greet him, and some even forcibly pulled the prince over, and the assessment was not over, so he cried when he came up.

Eating the delicious meal carefully prepared by Xue Lianzhu, the prince was silent like chewing wax, and his food was boring.

His mind was filled with all kinds of information, and a large part of it was dissatisfaction with the Fengtian God Sect. This kind of emotion has been a grudge in the heart of the Hall Master for a long time, and if it is not resolved, it will become a big trouble sooner or later.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the three hundred hall masters of Jishi Pavilion and Qitian Pavilion jointly petitioned to extend the assessment time.

In the end, Mu Qianyu and Xue Qingyi decided to open a shop for Wang Zimo, specializing in dealing with the psychological problems of the hall master.

Such a decision made Wang Zimo unexpected, he was driven to the shelves, and every day someone carried a sedan chair from Fengtian Tower all the way to ......

Belch!

"Peep into your heart and understand your building"

Who gave this broken name, after getting off the sedan chair, the prince Mo saw that the door plaque with gold edges on the blue background was written with the four big words "Peeping heart understands you", and the "building" at the end was small and small. He looked left and right, coincidentally the left side was next to the bathhouse and the right side was leaning against the green building, what "peep heart understands you", the left side peeped right side understand, the more you look at it, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

"Remove that treasure cover, and deduct the word "I know you!" the prince silently raised the folding fan in his hand and pointed.

This folding fan is Pan Yufu to the prince Mo of thanks, the fan bone is made of Nanze precious agarwood, each fan bone is carved with floating cloud auspicious pattern, the fan surface is white paper, the white paper is painted on the blue stone map, cloud: hand-cranked breeze into the arms. The prince pondered for a long time and didn't understand.

"Guixinlou, well, it's much more comfortable this way!"

Regulate your heart, not only to read your heart, but also to give you a plan, according to the route plan drawn up by the prince, it is difficult to be divided by the Heavenly God Sect in this way.

Looking at the long queue waiting, Wang Zimo suddenly felt like a magic stick, smack, shook his head and walked into the house, and a girl brought tea and sent Mobao, and then the girl stood at the door to maintain order, waiting for Wang Zimo to start work.

The name of the "Emotional Holy Hand" soon spread to everyone, but whenever something happened to the mouth, someone sent it to the door.

Within half a day, Guixinlou became a prosperous shop in the capital, not only three hundred hall owners were queuing, even the hall owners of the Bagua Pavilion also began to line up, and even the merchants and people in the capital came to join in the fun, and there began to be scalpers to resell and queue up to make a profit.

In order to stop the occurrence of this phenomenon, the prince asked Qimentang to customize the calling system, the first number is divided into two parts, one in the hands of the prince, one in the hands of the guests, if the prince Mo crushes the number in his hand, then the number in the hands of the guests will turn red, so that the guests only need to wait at home, and do not need to queue up hard.

"How can you be sure that Childe is calling the numbers in order?" Li Zhiwen raised the question in his heart: "If Childe picks his favorite one, won't someone have to wait for a long time?" He quietly looked at the number in his hand, and it had been lined up for seven days.

This is still a conservative estimate, if Wang Zimo encounters a problem, I am afraid that it will not be his turn in ten days.

"That's a good question, let me think about it!"

Li Zhiwen's worry is exactly everyone's worry, people have relatives and friends from far and near, they are afraid that the hard queue is not as fast as others coming through the back door.

"Wouldn't it be clear that you show the number in progress on the back of each jade card?"

"Just in case, I mean just in case, don't mind, Childe. What if someone goes in without taking the token?"

The prince darkened his face, which was a clear distrust of him.

"Then let the person who can't trust me stand guard at the door every day with a token, I want to see who can't trust me so much, since I can't believe it, then there is no need to help him!"

Yes, if you don't even have the most basic trust, what kind of feelings are you talking about?

Li Zhiwen was weak-hearted, for fear that the prince would see something, "hehe" smiled and said: "There are many princesses in the city, so they won't line up to call the number, and the prince will decide by himself when the time comes." I'm busy first, I'm busy, ha!"

Wang Zimo never expected that things would develop like this, not only him, but Xue Lianzhu didn't expect it, Xue Qingyi didn't expect it, and Mu Qianyu didn't expect it. Wang Zimo is so popular, seeing that this team has dragged on for ten days and a half months, how can this assessment be carried out?

"Or, Qianyu will go back to Kunxu with me first?"

Xue Lianzhu said with a smile: "I didn't expect Mo'er's prestige to be so high, you look at these hall masters, they can't guarantee that they will release water when Mo'er is assessed." ”

"Hmph! The assessment will continue tomorrow, and we will open the Xinlou in three days!"