The room is very dilapidated and dim. The whole room gives people the overall sense like this dilapidated and poor alley. After all, it is a house located in this alley.

Hua Qingge and Zhao Rong were both dressed in white, clean and tidy, looking extremely luxurious, and had no common feeling with this room.

Zhao Rong didn't feel disgusted with being in the room at all, and his expression was still calm. He looked at the only person sitting in the room and said, "This old man is Song San, right?"

The old man smiled, then turned his head and showed a dark face. The big yellow teeth looked particularly dazzling, but even this way, Zhao Rong did not show any awkward expression, but just smiled faintly, as if he was not seeing a very sloppy old man. This expression shocked Hua Qingge very much.

After all, when he first picked up this skillful hand, Song San, he was not calm. Shouldn’t a noble son like Zhao Rong show a look of disgust? But Zhao Rong did not.

Zhao Rong looked left and right, then walked to another stool inside the room, and sat on it, as if he didn't see the dark and greasy on the stool at all.

Hua Qingge didn't know how to evaluate the Prince of Ning Guo. After all, he was sure that the young master didn't know that the stool was actually not shiny, but it was actually a deep-sea meteorite.

Zhao Rong looked at the smiling Song San and said, "Actually, there was something to ask Mr. Song for help this time. I wonder if Mr. Song can take the time to listen to me about this matter? The final reward will definitely satisfy Mr. Song."

Song San looked at Zhao Rong, who was sitting on his stool, with a smile on his stool, and his favorability had soared to a fixed point. He liked such an unpretentious person. Although he had just lowered his head, he had been observing this young master. If this person showed a little disgusting, he would immediately drive the person out without stopping at all.

But who would have thought that this young master sat on his stool without caring at all. Song San was a little satisfied. After all, although this thing looked very bad, it was all his hard work. If anyone dared to dislike his hard work, Song San would always be more angry than anyone else.

Song San looked at An Zhaorong, put his hand on Zhao Rong's shoulder, and then said with a smile, "You young man really has vision. I really like you, but the satisfied revenge you said made me very curious. If you can't even satisfy your curiosity in life, what are you doing? Boy, do you think so?"

Zhao Rong smiled and looked at An Songsan and said, "Mr. Song said that life is just to satisfy one's curiosity, eat, drink, and live well, and the rest is not important."

Song San looked at Zhao Rong and said, "Boy, you are becoming more and more in line with my horizons. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Zhao Rong smiled slightly, "It is my honor to be able to match Mr. Song's eyes, but I'd better give the old man the reward I prepared first?"

Song San looked at Zhao Rong with an indifferent smile and said, "Okay, what have you prepared? Let me see."

Zhao Rong took out a small cloth bag from his arms and handed it to Song San. While giving it to him, he said, "Mr. Song, this thing is a book collected by my Ningguo Duke Mansion, called "Tiangong Utensils". But I can't give it to the old man. I can only copy one by one. I hope the old man will forgive me."

Song San took the blue booklet lazily, and there was a scent of ink in it, which seemed to be copied just now.

He took the book and then looked at the contents of the book carefully. The more he read, the more excited he became, the happier he became. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Rong and said, "Boy, is the one written in this book real?"

Zhao Rong looked at Song Sanyi's excited smile, but he smiled proudly. Isn't this true? How could this be something he brought from later generations that has become reality?

Song San immediately didn't care about Zhao Rong anymore, but just looked at the book excitedly, constantly telling himself in his heart that he must be calm and calm. He knew that if all the guesses in this book could be turned into reality, then he would be able to be famous throughout the ages and be remembered forever!

Zhao Rong smiled in his heart as he looked so excited. If these things could become reality, then he could also get the most fundamental benefits, right? Since that's the case, why didn't he do win-win things?

He looked at Song San and said, "Mr. Song, don't rush to read this book. Haven't I said that?"

Then Song San raised his head and looked at Zhao Rong who was sitting beside him and said, "Boy, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Rong lay in Song San's ear and said something, but Song San was surprised when he heard this. Does this kid really have an idea? If his idea can become a reality, then what he wants to do is indeed possible.

He looked at Zhao Rong and said, "Don't worry, you kid, it's just such a thing, very simple."

Zhao Rong smiled, then looked at Song San and said, "Then Mr. Song is busy first, I'll leave first."

Song Santou looked at Zhao Rong without raising his head and said, "Don't worry, go, go, don't affect me to read this book."

Zhao Rong smiled after hearing this, then walked out with Hua Qingge, and said nothing.

Hua Qingge looked at Zhao Rong and asked, "What did Mr. Song do?"

Zhao Rong smiled slightly, then looked at Hua Qingge and said, "The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. You will know when the matter is over."

Hua Qingge shook his head and said nothing.

The two of them sat in the 50% military and horse yamen for a while, and waited until it was almost dark that day before they slowly stood up and prepared to return to the Duke of Ningguo's mansion, waiting to attend the feast of the emperor.

When the two returned to the Duke of Ningguo Mansion, Qin Keqing and Zhao She were already sitting in the hall. After seeing Zhao Rong, they hurriedly shouted to Zhao Rong, "Rong'er, go to change clothes quickly, and you will be going to attend the Jinghan Banquet soon."

Zhao Rong also quickly agreed.

After Zhao Rong changed his clothes, he got on the carriage and prepared to go to the Jinghan Banquet.

Only Hua Qingge stayed in Ningguo Duke's Mansion and did not go to the Jinghan Banquet. It was not that he didn't want to go, but that he didn't dare to go, because he was afraid that he would see that person if he went.

That person will definitely bring others out. If that person recognizes him, then things will be really troublesome.

Huaqingge hates trouble the most, so he can't go.

He turned around and left, and in the cold night, his back was particularly bleak.

Autumn scenery is sad and people feel heartbroken.

Where are you pitiful? You pitiful everywhere.
Chapter completed!