Hearing this, Fang'er hurriedly took out a list from her arms and handed it to Tang Jinse, "I have already inquired about it, and I just wanted to give it to the lady."
Tang Jinse's eyes fell on the paper, and then a flash of light flashed across it.
As expected, the only cloth houses in Kyoto were those of the royal family and the Zhou family.
"I heard that the Zhou family has agreed to resell the cloth line to the imperial court." Fang'er added, "The Zhou family has always declined in the past. I don't know how credible this rumor is. After all, we have nothing to do with the imperial court.
Hook, some things are very confidential, not to mention that the master has always been strict and very strict with the shop assistants in all aspects."
Tang Jinse couldn't help but tighten her hands, holding the list tightly. Tang Jinse suddenly felt confused and looked sideways at the blue sky outside the window. Should she continue checking?
Will it hurt to touch the truth?
The sun has unconsciously slipped from east to west, and the scorching light has gradually become softer.
The highest academic institution in Daqi is the Imperial College, and the Royal Academy is a part of the Imperial College. It was specially designed for these extraordinary and distinguished sons and daughters, and it also ensured their safety.
After entering the palace, it took a short walk to reach the academy.
The sound of reading aloud could be heard from time to time in the hall, and it looked like it would be a while before it was over.
Tang Jinse and Tang Yizhi stood in an open space not far away, waiting quietly.
Suddenly, she patted his right shoulder with her left hand, stood on tiptoes, approached him, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Tang Yizhi, the murderer Huarong captured and brought to justice was neither a member of the imperial court nor a member of the Zhou family, right?"
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Tang Yizhi stared at the school, patted the paws on his shoulders, and said without changing his expression, "No big or small." He answered the question inappropriately, and it seemed that he was not prepared to reveal any information to her.
Tilting his head, at such a close distance, Tang Jinse stared at Tang Yizhi, who still had a cold face, and said word by word, "Don't I even have the right to know who wants to kill me?" with a serious face.
, solemnized the surrounding air, covering up the childish recitation.
This kind of Tang Jinse is something Tang Yizhi has rarely seen before, to be precise, this is the second time.
The first time was when she was five years old. She had been suffering from a strange poison since she was conceived. No medicine or stone could save her. However, she was thought to have died young, but she suddenly opened her bright eyes and comforted her like an adult.
Tang Shuai, who never cried even when his aunt passed away - I don't feel pain, really, I will live well, don't cry.
All this was still fresh in his memory when he was only ten years old. A miracle happened like this. After that, Tang Jinse was sent to Xidu Peak. It took ten years for him to be sent away. The little girl has now grown up to be Yuli Tingting's child.
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Tang Yizhi looked at the vibrant school in front of him, but in his mind were all kinds of scenes from the past, and his expression remained the same, making it impossible to see any flaws.
He seemed to regret it a little. If she could stay in Xidumen and be a happy troublemaker until she got married, gave birth to children, and passed away, she could live a simple life for the rest of her life. As long as she didn't return to Beijing, she could go anywhere.
Maybe you won't be involved in right and wrong.
But reality is reality, there are no ifs and no regrets.
In fact, Tang Yizhi thought about it countless times, but ignored the most important point, that is, Tang Jinse was destined to be extraordinary from birth. As the child of Tang Xiao and that woman, she landed in this world, and she was destined to be extraordinary.
After a long silence, Tang Yizhi finally spoke, "Xiao Jin, I won't do it again." The familiar voice sounded firmer than ever before, and he stared at her with bright black eyes.
A few simple words, without any clear explanation, came from a brother's promise and a close relative's oath.