Zi Nu held this month's income and expenditure account in her hand, and her eyebrows frowned slightly unconsciously, something was really not quite right these past two days.
Since yesterday, Zilanxuan's income has been falling off a cliff. Today, there are only three poles going up and there are only a few people coming and going.
It stands to reason that the number of people should gradually increase after lunch, until the peak period is reached after dinner, but looking at the few people in the Zilan Pavilion, Zi Nu always has a bad feeling in her heart.
He sighed, put down the bamboo slips, and rubbed his brows. He couldn't tell from this, so there must be some other reason.
At this moment, the door of the elegant room was pushed open. Wei Zhuang glanced at Zi Nu first, and then walked in directly.
He threw a book in front of Zi Nu and said lightly: "It may give you the answer."
"This is..." As soon as Zi Nu saw this kind of book, she thought of Zheng Ze. Only he could make such a thing.
"Jin Ping Mei?" She frowned slightly, looked at the three words on the cover and read slowly.
Wei Zhuang didn't say anything and chose to turn around, turning his back to Zi Nu and looking out the window so that no one could see his expression.
Zi Nu glanced at Wei Zhuang. She knew that the other party would not be unintentional, so she opened the title page and read the contents.
Having read many ancient books of accounts, she could read them at a glance, and for a while the only sound in the room was the sound of pages turning.
The further she looked back, the weirder Zi Nu's eyes became. She glanced at Wei Zhuang's back without leaving any trace, and was a little curious about what kind of mood he felt when he looked at these things.
This little thought only flashed in her mind. She is a mature royal sister, and her curiosity and gossip are not that important.
When she was almost halfway through the page, her eyes suddenly froze, and the hand that had been turning the page slowly stopped. She stared at the few paragraphs above and remained silent.
The powerful Wei Zhuang felt her pause, and without looking back, he said calmly: "Did you notice?"
A look of thought appeared on Zi Nu's charming face, and her mentality was no longer as calm as it was at the beginning.
"Why did he do this?" Sister Yu's voice reached Wei Zhuang's ears, but he did not answer.
At this moment, the door of the elegant room was opened, and Zhang Liang, wearing light blue Confucian clothes, appeared in front of Zi Nu.
The two of them looked at each other, stunned.
After coming back to his senses, Zhang Liang said slowly: "It seems that Miss Zinu already knows."
He walked in and put the book in his hand on the desk. It was obviously a wonderful book.
At first, I felt a little embarrassed after reading this kind of reading, and it was hard to talk about it, but when I found that everyone was reading it, young Zhang Liang felt that he was no longer embarrassed in an instant.
Since everyone is watching it, I’m watching it too. Is there a problem with that?
"Mr. Jiu asked me to tell Miss Zinu that Mr. Zheng used this book as a guide to ignite public opinion in people's hearts. He has a very big plan!"
The purple girl frowned slightly. She knew why Zilanxuan had fewer guests in the past two days, so she suppressed her thoughts and asked, "Where is the Ninth Young Master?"
Hearing this, Zhang Liang's expression was a bit dumbfounded, "Ninth Young Master seems to have been held hostage by Princess Honglian. He said that he would come to see Mr. Zheng in person later. It's not just a book matter. The life experience of Miss Nongyu involves the right Sima.
Nightfall is investigating the matter."
Hearing this, Zi Nu's eyes flashed, but she still couldn't understand.
Ask yourself, Zilanxuan has never treated this Mr. Zheng poorly, and even... even compensated Nongyu for a while without noticing. What else does he want?
While she was thinking, Zheng Ze was in the waterside pavilion in the backyard of Zilanxuan, holding his chin with one hand and looking at the young girl sitting upright.
"You don't speak, as if I'm bullying you. How should you explain if your mother sees me?"
In front of Nongyu, Zheng Ze seemed a lot more presumptuous. Probably in front of everyone he met, he felt most comfortable only when he was with her.
Her appearance, which is both happy and angry, can always give people a feeling of spring breeze.
Nongyu raised her head. She was not shy about what happened before, but she said softly: "Isn't it a bit disrespectful to look at a woman so directly?"
Compared with her previous self-identity as Yu'er, Nongyu's eyebrows now have a bit more dignity and calmness.
Shaking his head, Zheng Ze didn't care about her accusation at all, "I'm not a Confucian, so just think I'm ungrateful!"
As he said that, he held Nong Yu's flawless white hand and brought it to him, "We haven't seen you all night. Did you miss me?"
"you……"
Nongyu felt her hand being grabbed, and saw him playing with it recklessly, feeling a little embarrassed.
She silently withdrew her hand, and there was still a numb feeling in her delicate palm, "Mr. Zheng, did you misunderstand something?"
Seeing this, Zheng Ze raised his eyebrows. If he didn't know you well, he would have thought you were pulling me.
He didn't continue. Girls love face and always need an adaptation process.
Zheng Ze thought for a while and said, "Logically speaking, you should call me Uncle Zheng."
Hearing the words "Uncle Zheng", Nong Yu looked at him with big spiritual eyes, then what did you mean by holding my hand just now?
Of course, Zheng Ze didn't expect Nongyu to really call him uncle. As if he felt what she was thinking, he said softly: "I felt your hands were a little cold just now. Your mother is not around, so you must know how to take care of yourself."
Hearing Zheng Ze's elder-like tone, Nongyu felt extremely awkward, so you squeezed my hand just to see if it was cool?
He frowned and pushed the earthen jar on the side in front of him.
"You were injured last night, so I made some medicinal food. You can drink some." She thought that drinking medicine might be able to block his mouth.
I don't know why, as long as words come out of his mouth, he can easily break his inner peace.
Zheng Ze had already smelled the smell of medicinal materials, raised his eyebrows, and without any politeness, took the initiative to open the earthen jar, and a smell of Chinese medicine hit his nostrils.
This taste is better than what Yan Lingji served to me, but it’s just too much!
Looking at the various medicinal materials inside, Zheng Ze nodded. Although he didn't recognize them, he felt that they looked very supplementary.
But just in case, he still asked, "Do you still know about pharmacology?"
Hearing this, Nong Yu shook her head gently, poured the medicine into the bowl, and handed it to Zheng Ze, "I don't know how, but Sister Zi Nu has seen it, well, while I'm making people boil the medicine, you can take advantage of it.
Drink it hot!"
He felt relieved when he heard that Zi Nu had seen it. She had a wide range of knowledge, including pharmacology and toxicology.
He took the bowl full of medicine from Nongyu's hand, and it was still steaming. He probably had calculated it for this reason. People who are proficient in music theory seem to have good control over time.
Stirring the dark medicine, Zheng Ze raised his head and looked at Nong Yu, and asked casually: "Now that you have found your mother, do you want to have another father?"
Hearing this, Nong Yu was slightly startled, what did this mean?
Zheng Ze was of course talking about Right Sima Li Kai. He seemed to think that this question was too direct, so he changed his approach and said, "Your father's identity is very complicated. I want to hear your opinion."
Nong Yu was stunned for a moment, a vague shadow flashed in her mind, but before she could answer, she felt something strange.
Turning around, he saw the voluptuous purple girl heading this way.
The essence is always harmonized, and the slow arrival is invisible...
