After reviewing the past, Zhao Rong sighed. After his expression softened, he took a sip of tea and said, "If Shuli had chosen me back then, you wouldn't have had to suffer so much. Fortunately, you have outstanding abilities and are valued by His Majesty. Your mother-in-law.
If you know better, you will feel happy!"
Tang Ji retracted his thoughts and raised his lips slightly: "Thank you, Fourth Master, for the compliment."
"Call me Uncle Rong from now on!" Zhao Rong said calmly, raising his hand to straighten the broken hair that covered his eyes, revealing a weathered but handsome face. Seeing Tang Ji staring at him, he added
Said: "Your mother has passed away, and that damn Tang Yin is also missing. Of course I have to take good care of you. No matter what happens in the future, the Zhao family will stand behind you."
Hearing this, the corner of Tang Ji's mouth twitched. After so many years, this guy still wants to raise himself. If the people in the city know about it, it will definitely be made into a story and passed down. But in future generations, he will be a pure dog-licking king.
, Besides, now that I want money and power, I still have a little bit of power. It doesn’t seem to matter whether I have the support of the Zhao family or not. He raised his hand and replied: "Fourth Master, my mother has been dead for many years. It’s time for you to let it go and get a wife.
Giving birth to a child, as for me, I can take care of myself."
"Hahaha!" Zhao Rong laughed out loud after hearing his words and continued: "I once swore that I would not marry only Shuli in this life. Don't say it anymore. This matter has been decided. Otherwise, you will
Look down on me!"
Tang Ji felt helpless and took a deep breath: "Okay, then Fourth Master...Uncle Rong, I'll leave first."
Zhao Rong smiled indifferently, nodded slightly, sorted out the letter he had crumpled into a ball, and handed it over: "This letter..."
"You can keep this letter." Tang Ji slowly stood up after saying that. Now that he also understood some things from that year, this letter has lost its effect. It is useless to keep it with him. He patted his clothes.
With the snack crumbs on it, he said a few more polite words and walked out of the stand to leave, but before he had taken two steps, there was another voice behind him.
"What is the name of the great dog-licking emperor?"
Tang Ji couldn't help but cough, and explained without thinking: "It means affectionate."
...
After leaving Jiran Theater, Tang Ji went directly back to Jiran Residence. As soon as he walked into the courtyard, he saw a tall woman wearing a pink skirt approaching.
The latter naturally saw Tang Ji and quickly walked up and saluted: "Master."
"Sister Yun Shu, I already told you that you don't need to call me that." Tang Ji raised his hand to indicate that she didn't need to be polite.
The "Qingmeng Cup" opened in early May, and a good book was published in the first issue of submissions, called "Three Lives of Demonic Dreams". The author's pen name is Lingfeng. After asking about it, I found out that her real name is Duan Yunshu. Considering
After some discussion, he signed a contract with him and became the first signed author of Jiran Bookshop in Kyoto. Now he is the acting shopkeeper of Yun Shang Zhai.
Duan Yunshu is twenty-three this year. He is beautiful and has good facial features. His thick eyebrows and big eyes are particularly prominent. He smiled and replied: "If it weren't for the master's generous teachings, there would be no Yunshu today."
Due to the influence of her family environment, she has loved reading since she was a child. She became interested in reading after accidentally coming into contact with the novels of Ji Ran Bookstore a year ago. However, at the end of the year, her father asked her to marry an unknown man so that she could achieve her goals.
Due to her family's marriage, she ran away from home and came to Kyoto in anger. After creating "Youmu Sansei" and finishing the draft, she almost caused a disaster because of her excessive pride. Fortunately, Tang Ji woke her up in time, and she often encountered bottlenecks in the future.
Thanks to his guidance, we have achieved what we have today.
Tang Ji waved his hand indifferently and asked, "Why did you come here at this time? It's getting late, so stay for dinner!"
Duan Yunshu shook his head and said softly: "The early osmanthus flowers in the backyard bloomed, so I picked some and made osmanthus cake. I thought about giving it to the master and mistress to try. As for dinner, I made an appointment with shopkeeper Shen yesterday. alright."
"Shen Ling?" Tang Ji smiled playfully. No wonder he heard that Shen Ling didn't even go to a brothel these days. He seemed to be attracted to other girls. He added: "It's good. Ji Ran and we are free to fall in love. After the wedding, I will personally give you a big red envelope!"
Hearing this, Duan Yunshu turned slightly red, lowered his head and murmured: "Master, what are you talking about!"
"Just telling the truth."
Duan Yunshu is already twenty-three this year. She is considered a leftover girl nowadays. Shen Ling is twenty-two. They are similar in age and they are a good match.
Tang Ji pursed his lips and said nothing more. He raised his feet and continued walking inside: "Okay, I won't send it away. Sister Yun, please be careful on the way."
He walked all the way to the main courtyard and found Jiang Ran sitting in the pavilion. When he got closer, he found that she was mending the tiger-head shoe that he had cut open.
Soon, Jiang Ran noticed a figure behind him. He turned around and realized it was Tang Ji. He said softly: "Why don't you talk when you come back? This is the osmanthus cake that sister Yun Shu just sent, eh? How did you change your official uniform?" Already?"
"I went to the theater and got changed on the way." Tang Ji explained, sat down on the stone bench next to her, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, took a bite, and nodded slightly: "Well, the taste is not bad, this The pair of shoes are already in such a worn condition, why does Madam mend them? Could it be that she wants to have a child?"
Jiang Ran glanced at him: "It has special meaning!"
Hearing this, Tang Ji didn't refute anything. After all, these gadgets were indeed very important to her. She finished the remaining osmanthus cake in one gulp, poured a glass of water to drink, and asked casually: "Where's the wine?"
Before Jiang Ran could answer, a voice came from the corridor on the side: "Miss, Miss, please help me see how my writing goes this time!"
Then, Jiu'er trotted into the pavilion with some excitement. When she saw Tang Ji's figure, she immediately turned around and wanted to leave.
"Stop!" Tang Ji stopped her, stood up and walked over. He didn't care about the rice paper in her hand, but he first noticed that her chubby face was stained with black ink, and smiled: "You What are you doing?"
Immediately, he took the two pieces of rice paper from her hand, browsed them briefly, and asked doubtfully: "Are you... writing a novel?"
Seeing that he discovered him, Jiu'er stopped escaping. He put his hands on his chest and asked expectantly: "Uncle, what do you think of Jiu'er's writing?"
"Uh..." Tang Ji stood there, not knowing what words to use to comfort her.
But the little girl understood what he meant, pursed her lips, and lay on the stone table: "It turns out that writing novels is so difficult!"
Tang Ji smiled silently, this girl didn't even recognize the words, let alone the words, sentences, grammar, etc. It is really difficult to write a qualified novel, so he walked over and touched her head: "What's wrong? Why do you suddenly want to write a novel?”
Jiu'er blinked her smart eyes and thought for a while, then replied: "Sister Yun Shu said that writing novels is fun. You can build a world of your own. Everything in it must be done by yourself. Jiu'er found it interesting and wanted to try it. Try it, if you can sell it in a bookshop like Sister Yunshu, you will definitely make a lot of money, and you can buy a lot of delicious food."
Tang Ji shook his head. At the end of the day, the girl picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and stuffed it into her mouth just to eat: "Then you can go find Yun Shu when you have time and ask her to teach you how to read first."