In-house help system

Ji Wenliang originally wanted to go directly to the second elder, but stopped halfway there.

The journey was tiring, according to the old rules, if you come back from collecting herbs, you must rest for one night, and then report to the Palace Master on the next day. Wouldn't it disturb people's rest and increase suspicion if you go so rashly?

After thinking about it, he returned to his residence.

But until sunset, the waiting people did not show up.

During dinner, Ji Wenliang asked Zhan Jingyuan, "Is the Second Elder back today?"

"Well, it's a good season this time, and I've picked a lot of rare medicinal seedlings, and I'll send people to plant them in the backyard tomorrow."

"Is this journey going smoothly?"

"Smooth and smooth, walking a road every year, what can happen?"

Ji Wenliang had nothing to ask.

The second elder visited on the second day and briefly talked about what happened during the trip.

No waves, nothing different from previous years.

Ji Wenliang suddenly asked: "How many people went out to collect herbs this time?"

The second elder was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the palace lord to ask such a detailed question, after thinking about it for a while, he replied: "The entourage is all recorded in the roster, can the palace lord check it out?"

Ji Wenliang nodded.

The entourage quickly brought the roster.

The Second Elder watched Ji Wenliang take over the roster and read it carefully from beginning to end, not understanding what he meant, and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

It stands to reason that such a small matter does not need him to take care of it himself, but if there is any mistake, the blame will still fall on himself.

Just as he was feeling uneasy, Ji Wenliang suddenly heard Ji Wenliang ask: "The names of all the people accompanying you are recorded here?"

Just as the second elder was about to reply, the entourage leaned over to his ear and muttered something, he glanced at the entourage, and said: "Return to the palace master, all the people in this roster are feather-level people, and you can avoid half a year's penalty for collecting herbs with you." Xiu, so it is recorded in the book for verification, as for... As for those who do not have a feather level, they only pay commissions on the spot."

Ji Wenliang closed the roster and handed it to his followers.

Indifferently said: "I know, the elder has worked hard all the way."

"As far as the job is concerned, what other orders does the Palace Master have?"

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and waited for Ji Wenliang to allow him to leave, but after a long time, he didn't hear any echo, so he looked up.

Ji Wenliang was holding the half-fallen teacup, his eyes were fixed in one place, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Neither staying nor leaving, the second elder glanced at the attendants beside him.

The two looked at each other.

After a while, he backed away silently.

After a few days like this, the pigeons who had been delivering letters on time also did not come.

"Brother, why don't you eat?" Zhan Jingyuan couldn't help asking, seeing that Ji Wenliang didn't have a few bites of food for dinner.

Ji Wenliang gently put down his chopsticks, and said, "The weather is hot these days, so I don't have a good appetite."

You also said yesterday that you have a bad appetite, I asked the cook to cook light dishes, but I still have a bad appetite...

Zhan Jing curled his lips and put down his chopsticks.

"I see, senior brother doesn't have a bad appetite, but a bad mood."

"Why are you in a bad mood? What nonsense are you talking about?" Ji Wenliang retorted.

There was a hint of unhappiness in this voice, if you are a thoughtful person, you should find something else to say.

No matter how bad it is, it's okay to keep silent.

It's a pity that Zhan Jingyuan never gives face to others, even her senior brother is no exception.

In one sentence, he said: "Brother is in a bad mood, because Xiao Jiu didn't come back."

Ji Wenliang stood up abruptly, realizing that he had overreacted, so he sat down again.

He said calmly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh," Zhan Jingyuan patted him on the shoulder heroically, "Why can't you admit it? I'll make inquiries for you. Xiao Jiu followed the herb-collecting team and left after earning enough money to repay the consultation fee." .”

Although I already guessed it, my heart still hurts when I heard Zhan Jingyuan say it.

If there is something to leave, why not reveal a thing or two in the letter?

Or if you have already made up your mind to leave, why do you still have to send a letter every three days?

Why...why did you take yourself to the ancient branch?Are you showing off your lightness?

Zhan Jingyuan saw that Ji Wenliang had been silent, and sighed heavily, "Didn't the good relationship I formed before leave after paying the consultation fee? All the heartless people didn't say they came back to see me."

The lively eyes rolled around, and he said very understandingly: "I know, because Xiao Jiu is so caring, and I've been with you for so long, it's normal for you to be reluctant."

"So," after a pause, he turned to look mysterious, "I'll solve this problem for you."

Just as Ji Wenliang was about to say what she was up to, Zhan Jingyuan raised her arms and clapped her hands loudly three times. A row of attendants entered in a row, stood in front of Ji Wenliang with lowered eyebrows, and said in unison:

"See the palace master."

"Hey, look." Zhan Jingyuan also stood up, like a bustard in the Goulan courtyard, criticizing Ji Wenliang one by one.

"This is Aunt Chang. When she was young, she was the most powerful embroiderer in the Forging and Embroidery Bureau. She is also very good now. It is no problem to cut clothes and embroider a purse!"

"This one once worked as a maid for the third concubine of the city lord of Yulin City, so she has a lot of experience."

"This is even more remarkable. I worked as a foreman at the dock. You look at your bones and get to know each other more. Come on, Wang San, show the palace master your so-and-so kung fu."

Seeing that Wang San was about to lick his arm and was eager to try, Ji Wenliang hurriedly stopped, "No need."

He helped his forehead, and said to Zhan Jingyuan: "You let them retreat, I don't need a personal attendant."

Zhan Jingyuan looked at his expression carefully, and finally waved to the attendants to let them go down, and said aggrievedly: "I want you to be happy."

Ji Wenliang's heart warmed, and he said softly: "I appreciate your kindness, but—"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a piece of paper falling from the body of a servant.

"Girl, your things." Ji Wenliang called her to stop.

The girl was not very big, she looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, her temples were neatly combed, and her light pink clothes were a bit old, but she looked a bit plain.

She didn't seem to hear what the Palace Master said, and she still followed the end of the line with her head down.

"Girl." Ji Wenliang got up, picked up the paper on the ground, and patted her on the shoulder.

The attendant was startled, turned around suddenly, only to realize that he had dropped something, and reached out to take it.

"Thank you..."

With a hoarse voice, a string of tears slid down her cheeks, and she couldn't speak anymore.

Seeing her crying, Ji Wenliang was startled, and said softly, "What's wrong with you?"

Unexpectedly, the servant cried even more fiercely, the tears kept falling, and he choked and said: "Palace Master, Palace Master..."

Ji Wenliang patted her back and handed her another handkerchief.

"May I have your name?"

"Zi, Zilu."

"Zilu? That's a very good name. Come on, sit down." He poured her a cup of hot tea.

Even though she was young, Zi Lu also knew that it was a great honor for the Palace Mistress to personally pour the tea, even though she was not thirsty, she took it and took a sip.

Seeing that her mood was much more stable, Ji Wenliang asked, "Zi Lu, why are you crying? Did something difficult happen to you?"

Talking in such a soft voice, Zilu's nose became sour, and she shed tears again.

Kneeling on the ground with a plop.

"I beg the palace lord to accept this servant, servant, although this servant is young, she knows a little bit about everything, even if she doesn't, I can learn. My father, my father..."

Ji Wenliang hurriedly helped him up, "What's wrong with your father, don't worry, just speak slowly."

Zi Lu wiped her tears with a handkerchief, "My father is a hunter at the foot of the mountain. He went hunting a while ago and encountered a ferocious beast. Fortunately, he had a guy in his hand, so he saved his life, but he was also bitten by the beast. After taking a few bites, I have been unconscious since I got home, the doctor prescribed a prescription, but the medicine is too expensive, and my family doesn’t have that much money, I just came here when I heard that Qiyun Palace is recruiting followers.”

He opened the paper in his hand again, handed it to Ji Wenliang, and said, "Palace Master, I don't want a commission, as long as I can get medicine for my father."

It turned out that what was written on this paper was a prescription, and there really were several precious herbs in it.

Zhan Jingyuan also came over to look at it, then looked at Zi Lu's red eyes, and fell silent.

After a while, he said: "It's okay, there is no shortage of medicinal materials in Qiyun Palace, you go to save people first, as for the money, let's talk about it at that time."

Zi Lu was overjoyed at first, then she shook her head resolutely, and said: "No, no, no, my father said, if you don't accept favors for nothing, the palace master, the palace master should let the servants stay, and the slaves must serve the palace master well. "

Kowtow again.

Although she is young, she is very sensible and understands the general situation. It is very distressing to encounter such a difficult situation. Ji Wenliang asked: "Are there other people in your family besides father?"

Zi Lu lowered her head, "Apart from Dad, I'm the only one left."

"You want to stay here with me, who will take care of your father?"

"This..." Zi Lu bit her lip, showing hesitation.

"It's better than this," Ji Wenliang said slowly, "You take the medicine and go home to take care of your father, and when your father recovers, it won't be too late to come to my place."

Zi Lu's crystal-clear eyes suddenly ignited the fire of hope, "Palace Master, is this accepting slaves? Palace Master, you are really a good person, thank you, Palace Master."

Finally burst into laughter.

Zhan Jingyuan asked someone to take her to get the medicine.

A few days later, Ji Wenliang and Zhan Jingyuan were playing chess in front of the window, and a plain-clothed attendant quietly approached to refill tea.

Ji Wenliang raised his head inadvertently, glanced at the attendant's face, and asked suspiciously: "Aren't you Zilu? Your father is healed?"

Zi Lu looked haggard, much thinner than last time, she bowed her head and said: "Thank you, Palace Master, for your concern, my father has passed away."

Ji Wenliang and Zhan Jingyuan exchanged glances.

After reading the prescription and listening to Zi Lu's description, he already knew that the Orion was in danger, but he still felt a little sad when he heard the bad news.

"Then what are your plans for the future?"

Zi Lu said: "Although father's illness has not been cured, Zi Lu remembers the kindness of the palace lord, and Zi Lu is willing to follow the palace lord."

Such a little girl has no support, and it is difficult to live outside.

Ji Wenliang thought for a while, and said, "Then you can stay here first."

"Thank you, Palace Master." Zi Lu quietly wiped her tears and withdrew.

After she left, Ji Wenliang lost the intention of playing chess, put down the chess pieces, and said to Zhan Jingyuan: "I won't play today, I will play tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? I'll be leaving tomorrow."

"Go?" Ji Wenliang frowned, "Where are you going?"

"Martial arts conference."

"What did you go to the martial arts conference for?"

"Just, just take a look."

Ji Wenliang looked at her, "When will the martial arts conference be held?"

Zhan Jingyuan suddenly felt guilty, "Three, three months later."

"It won't be held until three months later. You're leaving tomorrow, are you planning to crawl there? Besides, Qiyun Palace has never been involved in martial arts affairs."

"I want to go out to play by the way. I heard that Du Xiwang will also go this time. I have long wanted to compete with him... No, it's a discussion. I promise to be obedient and not cause trouble, and I talked to you a few days ago Say, you have promised."

Ji Wenliang was surprised.

"When did I promise?"

"Just, just that day, the day you said you were feeding the birds."

Only then did Ji Wenliang remember that the pigeon who was afraid that Zhan Jingyuan would find out that day, seemed to agree to something in a trance, and fell silent for a while.

Seeing that Ji Wenliang didn't speak, Zhan Jingyuan asked tentatively, "Then senior brother agreed?"

Ji Wenliang sighed, "If I don't agree, you won't go?"

Zhan Jingyuan was exposed, stuck out her tongue, flatteringly said: "Brother is so nice, how could he not agree?"

Ji Wenliang has never been able to stand her acting like a baby, thinking that nothing happened in the palace these days, so he let her go.

Unexpectedly, with her leaving, he really fell into a situation surrounded by enemies.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Jiu still has important things to do, so she can't come back...

This is the last world. I also hope to make some progress. For the characters who appear on the stage and are very important to the development of the plot, such as Xiaojiu, Shiliu, Zhan Jingyuan, Wu Qing, Zilu, I want them to be more three-dimensional, so There are many descriptions of them, and of course there will be ducks in love, so two more chapters?Let me explain the plot clearly~