On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

The housekeeper was very angry.

Yan Ruyu told him to his face that "a housekeeper cannot be the master of an adult", and now she asked him directly about the banknotes.

He was smiling but not smiling: "The young lady is joking. I am just a housekeeper. I am in charge of trivial matters. How can I take care of something as big as 4 taels of silver."

"That's right," Yan Ruyu nodded, "Then let's go."

Butler: "??" I haven't said anything yet!

"Young lady..."

"Didn't you say that? You are in charge of trivial matters. My affairs are not trivial matters. They are big matters worth 4 taels of silver. Let me find someone who can take care of big things."

housekeeper:"……"

Yan Ruyu turned around and was about to enter the house, but the housekeeper quickly said: "Young Madam, my master would like to invite you to come over and have a chat."

"Have done one thing before moving on to the next one," Yan Ruyu said without looking back, "If you can't do it, find someone who can!"

The housekeeper was so angry that there was smoke coming from his head.

……

In Wen Qingzhuo's study.

A man was standing in front of the table, writing with a pen. His face was a little pale, his eyebrows were narrow, his nose was straight, and his lips were light-colored, like a green pine stained with winter snow.

He looked focused and wrote very seriously, and his handwriting was also very good. He stood there like a helpless scholar.

But Wen Qingzhuo, who was standing one meter away from the table, did not dare to be careless at all. He was calm and focused, always ready to answer.

Wen Qingzhuo knew that the man in front of him was not a weak scholar, but a poisonous snake that could kill people.

Unconsciously, people can be killed just by talking and laughing. In his eyes, life is no different from an object, a pen that can be broken at any time.

"Lord Wen, look at how I write these words."

Wen Qingzhuo quickly said: "Mr. Mo's handwriting has improved again. The peak of the pen is sharper than last time, and the force is stronger and more stable."

Mr. Mo smiled slightly, with a small pear dimple on the right corner of his mouth: "Master Wen is thoughtful."

After hanging up the pen, Mr. Mo waved to him.

Wen Qingzhuo walked over anxiously, and Mr. Mo gently held his wrist, which was cold to the touch, making Wen Qingzhuo's heart tremble.

Mr. Mo took out a jet-black dagger, the tip of which was slightly tilted and shining with cold light. Wen Qingzhuo's heart almost jumped out of his chest and he didn't dare to move.

The tip of the knife swiped across his fingertips, and blood gushed out and dripped into the inkstone. Mr. Mo calmly wiped his fingers over the wound, evenly coating it with Wen Qingzhuo's blood, and then pressed it on the calligraphy he had just written.

"It's done. Doesn't it look better than the color of the ink pad?"

Wen Qingzhuo's lips trembled slightly, but he still had to smile a bit: "Yes."

Mr. Mo took out the handkerchief and carefully wiped off the blood on his fingertips. He flicked his hand and threw the handkerchief to the ground. He stepped on it. Wen Qingzhuo felt as if he could hear the sound of silk being crushed, and his hair stood on end. .

The smile on Mr. Mo's face did not change, he took a sip of tea and said calmly: "The house was very lively last night. Governor Wen loved to be romantic, Mr. Wen loved dancing and music, and even his good son-in-law also followed suit. Governor Wen, you think this is a family." Do you want to learn Yuanyuan?”

Wen Qingzhuo's old face turned red with shame, and he bowed and saluted: "Mr. Mo, I know my mistake. What happened this time..."

Mr. Mo put the tea cup on the table: "Can you bear the responsibility for this matter?"

He didn't even change his tone, he was still as gentle as ever, but Wen Qingzhuo was horrified and knelt down with a plop.

"I had a plan, but Governor Wen just couldn't control the things under him, and he almost ruined my big event," Mr. Mo touched the ring on his finger, vaguely revealing the tattoo on his wrist.

"Fortunately, the third brother of the Huo family is the smart one, and they are also the unlucky ones. If so," Mr. Mo paused slightly, "something happened to Huo Changhe's family and he never showed up again, Governor Wen, you are not just It’s so easy to die.”

"Yes, sir, your lesson is correct. I will definitely act as your guide in the future!"

"Prince Wen said something wrong," Mr. Mo chuckled, "It's not me, it's His Royal Highness King Yi."

"Yes, I will do whatever the sir says."

Mr. Mo lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes were like feathers, hiding the fierceness in his eyes.

"We can't keep Huo Changrong." Mr. Mo's voice was flowing, clear and moving, "I know how to cook, and then I can choose a good son-in-law for Miss Wen!"

"……Yes."

"I happen to know a young talent who is a good match for Miss Wen. You go and talk to Miss Wen later. I will take her to meet her tonight."

Wen Qingzhuo suddenly raised his head, his face pale.

"What? Mr. Wen doesn't believe my vision?" Mr. Mo asked with a smile.

"Don't dare, don't dare, I'll go right now."

"No rush," Mr. Mo took another sip of tea, "You..."

Before he finished speaking, there were rapid footsteps outside, and the housekeeper shouted loudly outside the study door: "My lord! She refuses to come, and she must let the person in charge go."

Governor Wen gritted his teeth slightly, he was really good at choosing the right time.

Mr. Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile flashing in his eyes: "It is indeed interesting, then Mr. Wen will go there in person. Just say..."

He touched the tea cup with his fingers: "I want to see her."

"But you..."

"I have my own arrangements, just go and invite them."

"Yes."

Wen Qingzhuo stood up and was about to leave when Mr. Mo continued to drink tea, his voice as cold as water: "This butler is too noisy, please keep his tongue."

Wen Qingzhuo's throat rolled: "Listen to sir."

When Wen Qingzhuo went out, Mr. Mo finished his tea slowly and clapped his hands.

A man stepped in through the back window, dressed in black and dressed exactly like him.

"You stay here and meet Princess Zhennan for a while."

"Yes."

Mr. Mo put on his cloak and hat, covering his head and face: "Where is Yan Song?"

"It's in the leftmost courtyard of the three-story courtyard."

Mr. Mo turned around and went out.

When Wen Qingzhuo left the courtyard, he took a deep breath and met the housekeeper of the inner house on the way to invite Yan Ruyu.

"You go and inform the lady, let her pack some things she likes, and then pay 3 taels of silver from the accountant."

"Sir, this is..."

"Go if you are told! Why talk so much?"

"Yes Yes."

Wen Qingzhuo closed his eyes slightly. He was not cruel and sacrificed a daughter to keep the Wen family safe. He had no choice.

Yan Ruyu and Huo Changheng were teasing the myna on the porch. The bird was indeed smart and picked up words very quickly, but he couldn't change his accent.

As soon as Wen Qingzhuo came in and saw this scene, he felt angry.

They will enjoy it, this is his home, okay! Do you have any sense of being a guest?

"Master Wen is here, here to deliver the banknotes?" Yan Ruyu asked.

Before Wen Qingzhuo opened his mouth, the myna shouted: "Bank notes, bank notes, I'm just a person who cares about trivial matters, oh yo yo, I can't care about bank notes!"

Wen Qingzhuo: "..."

"Young Madam, my subordinates don't know how to handle things. Please don't mind me, Young Madam."

"Sir, what are you talking about? Since the money is in place, I won't mind this anymore."

Wen Qingzhuo was so angry that his chest hurt: "The money is being prepared. This is not a small amount. Please wait patiently, Madam.

I came here this time to ask the young lady to change the place to talk. Someone wants to see you. "

"who?"

"Mr. Mo."