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

The master was stunned.

I don’t know how to answer this.

Yan Ruyu seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Not to mention the general manager of a village here, even the chief manager of Ge Lao's Mansion has to pull over and dismount when he sees my young master's car."

The master's heart trembled: "Yes, yes, the young master's status is so valuable that they cannot match him. "

Yan Ruyu said again: "Master, don't say this nonsense outside!"

"I don't dare," the master quickly bowed his head.

"That's good. What's the big manager you're talking about doing if he doesn't cultivate his land well?" Huo Changhe asked.

They are not farmers... the master thought to himself.

"My servant is very quiet and I don't know the details yet. However, I see that his face looks very bad and he also said that he wants to borrow all the police officers in the government office. I don't know what happened."

Want to borrow everyone? It's probably about the racecourse, right? Yan Ruyu secretly guessed.

Huo Changhe also vaguely guessed, but he didn't know that all the horses had been taken away by Yan Ruyu.

"It's quite arrogant. He can borrow the errands in the yamen if he wants." Huo Changhe lowered his eyes and said with an indifferent expression, "It seems that the county magistrate is always angry."

The master sighed: "No."

As soon as I said the words, I felt something was wrong and wanted to go back and make amends.

"I mean……"

A smile appeared on Yan Ruyu's lips: "Master, don't be nervous, we didn't hear anything."

The master smiled awkwardly, and Yan Ruyu asked again: "It's autumn now, will the county magistrate go hunting? When we came here, we saw a lot of fields outside. I wonder if there are any hunting grounds?"

"No, the county magistrate doesn't know how to ride a horse or hunt," the master said. "I'm not afraid of the young master's jokes. There are not many officials in our yamen who are good at riding, let alone hunting. But the people from the county head's family are quite good." There are some skills, there is a hunting ground over there in Lincheng, they should be able to do it."

After chatting for a few more words, the master took his leave and said goodbye.

It was still Yan Ruyu who sent him out.

He was polite to Yan Ruyu and did not dare to look down on him. Yan Ruyu seemed to have no intention of saying, "Young master and I are going first, and there is a caravan behind us. I wonder where I can buy high-quality fodder?"

The master thought for a long time: "Every Wednesday, there is a market. There are some in the market. Tomorrow is 23. If the girl wants it, I will go and run an errand."

"How dare you bother Master with such a trivial matter?" Yan Ruyu said politely, "What kind of fodder do the horses in the Yamen usually use?"

"There are not many horses in the yamen, and the fodder is bought from the market. Otherwise, should I ask the yamen servants who usually go shopping to buy more?"

"Okay, trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble."

The master said a few polite words and left happily.

I came twice and got two gold leaves. I was so happy.

Yan Ruyu turned back to the courtyard, where Huo Changhe was waiting for her at the entrance.

"I asked, and he didn't know anything about the fodder. He said that there were only a few horses in the yamen, and the yamen went to the market to buy the fodder."

Huo Changhe nodded: "It seems that Magistrate Wu doesn't know anything about the racecourse. Those people's carriages are hung with county government lanterns, firstly for convenience and secondly, they probably want to drag the county government into trouble."

Yan Ruyu smiled solemnly: "They are really capable. They don't let others know, and they still take advantage of others. If something happens, they can find a scapegoat."

"County Magistrate Wu is lucky enough to be here today," Huo Changhe pondered for a moment, "If he can do things well this time..."

"Then give him peace," Yan Ruyu understood what he meant. "Wherever we go, trouble will happen, and sooner or later we will give the court an excuse."

Yan Ruyu paused suddenly, and the two looked at each other, both thinking of a possibility.

Huo Changhe frowned slightly: "You think someone is setting up a trap on our route at every step. If we fall into the trap, we will deserve to die;

If we do not fall into a trap, we will inevitably resist. If we resist too much, the emperor will also get the message that we are restless. "

"On the road to exile, I have gone out of my way to destroy the village." Yan Ruyu looked at her husband, "I am afraid that the emperor will be even more worried."

Huo Changhe laughed dumbly and felt a little sad.

Yan Ruyu hugged him gently: "Don't worry about these things. As long as we have a clear conscience, I won't offend others if they don't offend me. If someone offends me, it's not our fault."

Huo Changhe placed his chin lightly on her shoulder: "Okay."

They sat quietly facing each other in the yard, but they were stirring up the invisible and colorless wind and clouds in their hands. The situation in Yongchang had begun to change quietly.

……

In Lincheng, two people and two horses were walking and looking at the shops on the roadside.

Find a busy restaurant and inquire about news while eating. In one meal, you can find out how many bookstores there are in Lincheng, how many storytellers there are, and what kind of books they usually talk about.

After eating, the two of them came to the largest bookstore.

Just as I was about to go in and discuss it with the owner of the bookstore, I suddenly saw two things being thrown out from inside.

One is a book bag and the other is a broken fan.

Immediately afterwards, an old man was also pushed out by two young men.

"Hey, I say, Jun Ziyun, use your words but not your hands, don't push me, don't push... You can't even hold me up, let go!"

"Get away and don't come back again!" The young man pointed at the old man and scolded him, "We don't want you growing vegetables in this bookstore. If you come again, I'll break your legs!"

The old man stood up in a hurry, put his hands on his hips and cursed: "Who is Cai Bao, who is Cai Bao? Let me ask you, who is Cai Bao!"

"Jun Ziyun, when you speak, speak politely and don't insult others!"

"Let's go, ignore him, there's no need to fight with him!" The two young men turned around and went in, telling the doorman, "Watch, don't let him in."

The old man picked up his book bag and fan, and was about to scold him a few more times when he looked up and saw two young men dressed in noble clothes standing in front of him.

"Old man, are you a storyteller?"

"That's right, old man," the old man nodded, "Young Master is..."

"I'll give you this bit of silver. Can you tell us a story?"

"Yes, yes! Where can I say it?" The old man quickly took the money and turned to look around, "There, there is a small teahouse, let's say it there."

He walked quickly in front, followed by two people behind him.

The old man asked for a pot of tea and two plates of dried fruits. He took out something from his bag and started talking.

As we talked, there were even fewer people in the teahouse.

The young man came over and couldn't bear it anymore and said: "I said, can you stop talking? Others say that reading books is soliciting customers. It's better for you. The more you talk, the fewer people will be attracted. If you keep talking, I will kick you out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man took out the ingot of silver and put it on the table: "I'll wrap it up."

The clerk's eyes lit up: "Oh, what are you talking about? Thank you, sir! Please speak slowly, sir."

The young man handed a cup of tea to the old man: "Take a sip of tea to moisten your throat."

The old man sipped his tea and said, "Young man, I see you two have a bright future, what should you call them?"

"I'm Wolong Yanbei, this is my brother, Fengchuquan Dao, you can just call us Wolong Fengxiao."

"What a good name," the old man praised, "I wonder why the two young masters came to Lincheng..."

"To be honest," Wolong Yanbei said, "we brothers have loved listening to books since we were children, and our biggest dream is to become a storyteller."

"After I became an adult, I traveled around. I just saw you standing on the street, majestic and majestic. You faced off against those people without fear at all. You didn't take a step back. You are truly a hero in my heart!"

"I just heard your story again. I was absolutely amazed. I admire you so much!"

Quandao drank a sip of tea silently, lowering his eyes without looking at Beibei. "Yes, yes" came to his lips, but he couldn't say it this time. I really don’t know how Beibei came out with such words against his will.

What the old man said was so unpleasant to hear that it made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, wishing he could get over it.

At this level of storytelling, it's not considered easy unless someone strangles you to death.