Flying around

Liang Yanlong seven years, March, Hangzhou.

In the early spring in the south of the Yangtze River, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the flowers bloom like brocades.It is the time of the year to enjoy spring and play, and when people come and go.

Yunlai Street in the south of the city is a bit deserted in the early morning, so there are mostly elegant shops, mainly engaged in literature, calligraphy and painting, etc. After all, it is not as bustling and crowded with restaurants and tea shops. However, since we arrived At that time, all the shops still opened their doors on time to welcome customers, and they seemed to be accustomed to this lukewarm market.

As the sun rises, so does the popularity of the streets.A green-covered carriage slowly passed through the downtown area and stopped in front of an elegant shop.The servant in Tsing Yi in front of the car jumped down first and opened the curtain. The next moment, a pair of boots that were so white that they seemed to be untouched by the worldly atmosphere appeared in his eyes. At the moment when the passer-by looked back out of curiosity, they were so elegant and steady. The light blue has landed steadily.

Looking up at the three bright characters "Qibaozhai" on the plaque, the person who just got out of the car seemed a little confused, "At this hour, the door has not yet opened?"

The servant looked at the two closing doors, his eyes full of puzzlement, he bowed to the people around him, and quickly stepped forward to knock on the door.Immediately there was a voice of inquiry from inside the door, the servant answered, and the door opened from the inside, a servant-like poked his head out, the servant whispered a few words to him, the servant hurriedly opened the door wide, and let the people outside The two entered and quickly closed the door.

This is a medium-sized fan shop with elegant decorations. As soon as you enter the door, you can see several rows of fan racks on the left and right walls. The fans placed on them are of different shapes and colors. With a faint orchid fragrance, it can be said to complement the two orchid paintings hanging on the opposite wall.

The only strange thing is that he has already put on a business posture, but he closes the door and refuses customers. There is not even a single person in the huge shop. I don't know what it means to leave the master and servant here.

Just as he was wondering, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs. Looking around, a gray figure hurried downstairs: he looked about fifty, and Fang Zheng's face showed the shrewdness and maturity unique to a businessman.

There are still four or five steps from the ground, and the man has already cupped his hands to meet him, but the straight path is not far away.

The person standing in the middle of the shop nodded his head as a return gift.The servant at the side took a step forward and introduced to the shopkeeper, "This official is the one I reported yesterday, a friend of my senior official's, and one of the owners of this fan shop."

The shopkeeper nodded, as if he had already guessed it, and bowed respectfully to the man, "The little old man's surname is Zeng, and thanks to Mr. Li's perseverance, he temporarily serves as the shopkeeper of this fan shop. The owner came from a long way, and the little old man is not far away. Welcome, and I hope you will forgive me."

The man smiled, "It's okay, but why is the shop still not open at this hour?"

Shopkeeper Zeng looked a little helpless, "The owner doesn't know, the shop has been open for a long time, but something happened just now, so we had to close the door first."

The man said "Oh" with a hint of confusion on his face, "What happened?"

The shopkeeper sighed, with a bitter expression on his face, "Speaking of which, it's all due to the negligence of the little old man, and theft was stolen in the teaching shop, so he had to temporarily close the door to investigate."

The man's eyes flashed, "Stolen?" That's interesting.I originally said that I traveled thousands of miles to the south of the Yangtze River, but I didn't find any unexpected fun, and I was a little disappointed. I didn't expect to encounter a suspicious case during a "bright visit" on a whim, which added a little fun to the trip.He turned around and sat down on a stool beside him, and waved his fan, "What's going on, let me explain in detail."

In fact, there is no need to go into details, because the case is not complicated at all, just now, one of the shop assistants didn't pay attention, and two fans were missing. They were not ordinary round fans, but high-quality folding fans. Baiguan!The shopkeeper had no choice but to close the store first and detain the customers who were in the store at that time, and then make a decision.

The person in the chair shook his fan and murmured, "Then is there any clue at the moment?"

The shopkeeper shook his head: "Most of the people who come into a shop like ours are elegant scholars. Today there are two young ladies, which makes it difficult for the little old man. You can't use rough methods such as body searches. You said to report to the official," frowned and pointed to the building. On the topic, "I have two regular customers who are unwilling, afraid that the matter will be publicized and hurt face, and some even say that they are willing to pay the thief on behalf of the thief to settle the matter..."

The man shaking the fan frowned and interrupted him: "Isn't this inappropriate? How can an innocent person be punished on behalf of the thief? Isn't this fueling the anger of the thief, and it will become more and more unscrupulous in the future."

The shopkeeper nodded: "The little old man is also worried like this, so it's hard to decide for a while. After thinking about it, he may have to report to the official, but this will inevitably hurt the face of several regular customers..."

The new owner thought for a while, put away his fan and stood up, "Take me to have a look."

Inside the shop on the second floor.

The clerk was arguing with a scholar who looked like a scholar. It turned out that the scholar was impatient and wanted to leave because of waiting too long. Of course the clerk stopped him and refused to allow it, and everyone present couldn't agree on it. Some were encouraged to leave, and some Some insisted on staying and waiting to prove their innocence, and some clamored to report to the officials. In short, the scene was chaotic.

"Everyone, everyone, please be calm and don't be impatient, and listen to what the little old man has to say." Just when it was time to hand over, the shopkeeper appeared in time and made a circle at everyone. "In this matter, the little old man is really incompetent, and he dare not take it lightly. However, my boss happened to be here today, so I invite you to discuss with my boss."

Scholar snorted: "You are incapable of discerning, so your boss can see clearly?"

Before the words fell, a light blue suit appeared in his eyes.It seemed that in an instant, the noise in the room stopped, and dozens of eyes all focused on the person who had just entered the door.

Peach blossom jade face, such as thrush eyes, elegant temperament.In terms of body shape, he is tall and straight, with a jade tree facing the wind.However, I don't feel enough, even if I think I am the most romantic person on the spot, if I am taught to describe the person in front of me with the most appropriate words and sentences at this moment, I am afraid that I will feel short of words for a while.If you must add a word, jade carving and bicarving, the wind and elegance are all over the world.

It was the shopkeeper who broke the sudden silence and bowed his hands to the surroundings: "Everyone, this is the owner of the small shop. If you have any thoughts at the moment, you can bring them up in person."

The new boss nodded, looked around with a smile, his eyes were full of warmth, but he didn't know why, and there was a sense of calmness all over his body, which shocked everyone who had just recovered for a while. From what to say.

Since no one spoke, the shopkeeper brought the person to the fan cabinet on the side first. Without pointing out, the person's eyes fell on the stolen place---the two empty boxes.He took two steps forward, stared at the empty fan rack in the grid for a while, touched the silk thread hanging from the rack with a little curiosity, thoughtfully.

Shopkeeper Zeng noticed it, and hurriedly explained: "This floor is all high-quality goods, in case they are lost, they are bound on the shelves with silk threads, but unexpectedly, they are still lost today." Yan Ba ​​sighed.

Hearing this, the man moved two steps away, stopped for a moment in front of another unstolen grid, raised his hand and began to try to untie the silk thread binding the fan, but the slender fingers seemed to lose their dexterity here, Pulling and pulling clumsily, it became more and more messy. Seeing his helpless face, the shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward to help, and it took a long time before he took the fan down.However, the owner just glanced at it, then seemed to lose interest, turned around and asked: "Who was the first to notice that the fan was missing?"

"It's me!" A clerk standing by the door hurriedly replied, "I just went to the other side to get a fan, and then I answered a few words to Mr. Ma," pointing to a chubby man on the seat. The man nodded hurriedly, "Turn around and he's gone."

The owner nodded, walked to the center of the shop, scanned the crowd that formed half a circle again, and showed a warm but meaningless smile: "I don't know if you noticed anything at that time?"

After a shallow silence, someone coughed lightly, "Well, you should ask the person standing in front of the shelf at that time?"

"What do you mean by that?" The old man sitting by the window couldn't help himself, and stood up shaking his gray beard. "Could it be that the person standing there is a thief?"

The young woman on the side hurriedly followed, "How stupid would a thief be? He stole something and stayed there waiting for you to identify him?"

"Of course it's not just waiting to be caught, it's just that there will be time to go far in the future. Besides, what if it is trying to cover up?" Someone retorted.

In this way, you say something to me, and it seems that the sword is about to be tensed again.Shopkeeper Zeng looked at the owner next to him with a bitter face, and leaned closer and whispered: "Why don't you report to the official?"

The man shook his head, his smile was as steady as before, and he took two steps forward, "It seems that you all have something to say, but in such a commotion, it's hard to understand even the gist of it, so, can you, one by one, Come slowly?"

"Then I'll talk first!" It was that frivolous young man who was just getting excited with others, so naturally he didn't want to stop.

"Why is it you? Are you going to let your preconceived ideas come to mind and hurt people with empty words?" The scholar couldn't help retorting.

Others also disagreed.

The man seemed to have foreseen this long ago, but he thought about it unhurriedly, "Since you all have your own opinions on this, let's look at it from the bottom, it's better to follow the fate." Pointing to the fan cabinet on the side, " Please step up and choose a fan at will, and arrange the order of speeches according to the order in which the fans are removed, how about it?"

There is no other way, it has to be like this.Everyone stood up and went to the fan cabinet one after another. Although some inexplicable expressions were written on their faces, no one clearly raised any objections. Maybe they were forced by the situation, or maybe they were intimidated by the man's aura.When the old man stepped forward, he shook his head and muttered softly, "Isn't this embarrassing me, an old and dim-witted person?" However, no one answered, and the owner and shopkeeper did not hear.

Following the assistant's order, people standing in a row began to untie their fans one after another. However, this was not an easy task, because the silk thread was wound in a peculiar way, it was passed back and forth through several small holes specially made on the fan frame, and then Tie it around to the back end, and finally press the end of the thread to the bottom of the frame to hide it.If it's a stranger, I'm afraid you won't even be able to find the thread when you first come up.

If you look closely at these fan unwinders, most of them are red-faced, scratching their ears and cheeks, and the most chaotic one is Xiao Lang, who was still complacent just now. He seems to have twisted the thread into a tight knot, and he has no choice but to pull hard, trying to break the thread ;Looking at those elders, they are probably regular customers, and they have some experience in the direction of silk thread and the way of winding it, but it is a pity that due to their blurred vision and clumsy hands, they will inevitably be entangled in pulling and pulling, and it will be difficult after all; The subordinates still have some tricks, but they are not proficient in the end, and the thread stumbles out of the hole with a little distraction, and their faces are full of frustration. It is undoubtedly the winner.

As expected, the girl in pink and the young woman in green skirt took off their fans far ahead of everyone else.After that, there was a scholar who looked like a scholar, then the old regulars, and finally the old man and Xiao Lang.

Several people followed this sequence and told what they had seen and heard together with their guesses, most of which were speculative and insinuating, each of them suspected of being clear, and had no real meaning.

After listening to everyone expressing their opinions, the owner did not appear too disappointed, and only taught the guests to be led to different places to rest, so as not to get too angry and cause more disputes.

Shopkeeper Zeng followed behind his boss with a scorched face, and said tentatively, "Look..."

Knowing what he was going to say, the man just smiled faintly, drew him closer and whispered a few words, the shopkeeper seemed to be skeptical, the man waved his hand: "It's okay, no one can escape here anyway, if this tricks him out It’s not too late to do something else.”

Now that the words have come to this point, the shopkeeper has no choice but to follow suit.

About half an hour later, the shopkeeper came back with a happy face, presented the two lost and recovered fans, and repeatedly praised "My boss is a good plan!"

The man didn't look as proud as expected, instead he shook his head and said coldly: "Look at him, he is also a scholar, such behavior is really shameless!"

The shopkeeper Zeng said, "What the boss said is very true. You can say that he committed his own crimes, but he also implicated others. It's really a pity for that infatuated lady..."

The man was startled, "That woman is with him..."

Shopkeeper Zeng sighed: "I said she was a cousin, but I don't think so, but Mrs. Wang knew her. She said she was the embroiderer of Xiufang. She usually behaved well, but I don't know how she taught that dude to instigate her." Come for this dirty thing! If it weren't for Mrs. Wang's persuasion, she would still keep her mouth shut and take all the blame for it." After speaking, he thought, "Now that the truth has been revealed, my master, let's see if the two of you will be released. Send it to the court?"

The man took two steps, "Is the fan handed over by Xiu Niang? Did her accomplice admit it?"

Shopkeeper Zeng stroked his beard, "The fan is indeed on Xiuniang, the scholar refuses to admit it, or even admits that he recognizes Xiuniang, he is really a shameless bastard!"

It seems that he had foreseen it a long time ago, and the boss was not surprised by this, but just shook his head, "Forget it, since he went to the Yamen, he would not confess. It is enough to ruin a life on the woman's body." Looking at the fan in his hand, "Anyway, the thing has been found, let's let it go."

The shopkeeper cupped his hands, "The boss is really kind-hearted, so the little old man obeyed the order. I hope that the two of them can learn from this lesson and change their ways."

The man nodded, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes: "Reform?"If this word is used on Xiu Niang, it may be somewhat credible. As for the shameless person, if he is indulged lightly, he may step out of the door of this shop and repeat the same trick!However, to punish such a rascal in the market, it is not necessary for the emperor himself to take action, otherwise, what are those local officials doing?Especially the local magistrate who has always been proud of his talents and thinks he is the best in the world, if he can't even solve this small case, let's see how he can still be complacent with a shy face!

Now that the case is over, it's time to get down to business.When the shopkeeper came back, he was holding a thick stack of books in his hand, and he piled them all on the desk, wiping the sweat from his forehead, "My lord, these are the ledgers, you just look at them first, if there is anything wrong, just ask the little old man." ask."

Yue Ling nodded, picked up the booklet, opened it, and looked up at the person who was still standing beside him, "Master Zeng still has something to say?"

The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, "Little old man is stupid, but I do have something to ask my master for advice, just now, how did my master conclude so quickly that the fan was stolen by the embroiderer, and also expected that the scholar would also participate? Little I am not talented, but I really want to learn a thing or two, so as to prevent such incidents from happening again in the future, and to quickly see through the methods of thieves."

Yue Ling smiled, and put down the ledger, "Although this matter is a bit of luck, those two people's methods are really clumsy. It's not too difficult to find clues. When I entered the door, I noticed that the woman in pink- --It's the embroidered lady you mentioned, who has a different expression, and has been holding up her sleeves and dare not put them down. At first, she suspected that she was hiding something in her sleeves. However, she is a woman and a visitor, so she can't be frisked openly, and she can't do it indiscriminately. Intimidation was really difficult. However, I later learned that the fan was bound to the frame with silk threads, so it was not easy to remove, and from the words of the clerk, I learned that the thieves only took a moment to get their hands on it, so I made a plan. "

Hearing this, shopkeeper Zeng was stunned, patted his forehead and said straight to himself, "That's right! That woman took off her fan so quickly, she's not much different from the most nimble guy in this shop. Naturally suspicious!"

Yue Ling smiled and continued: "The reasoning is roughly like this, but I didn't dare to be too arbitrary at that time. After all, a daughter's family is always more skilled than a man in such delicate tasks as untying the rope buckle, not to mention that she is an embroiderer. Her dexterity is even better than others, so I paid special attention to her solution, she is so familiar with the road, where to circle, where to retreat, it seems to be familiar by heart, which is unusual."

Shopkeeper Zeng patted his thigh, "That's right, she came to wander around the store two days ago, but she didn't buy anything. In fact, she took the fan for the sake of seeing the shopkeeper with her own eyes, so that I can remember this trick!" The scholar's hands and feet are much slower, and the second is Mrs. Wang, why does the host only suspect the scholar?"

Yue Ling faintly spit out four words: "Watch words and look!"

Shopkeeper Zeng has a face full of piety asking for advice.

"Although the lady of the Wang family is not slow, compared to the embroiderer next to her, she is obviously less organized. She still asks the embroiderer for advice from time to time. She is anxious and doesn't seem to be forced, and she is a frequent visitor, so the suspicion is gone! As for the scholar , although trying to be calm, but there is a ghost in his heart, so he will inevitably panic, and he is absent-minded and makes mistakes." He pondered for a while, "In fact, I have long suspected that the two of them knew each other. When Xiuniang panicked, she would ask the scholar Zhang Wang, if it is really a stranger, it will not be like this."

Shopkeeper Zeng nodded: "That's true. Just now, the little old man separated the two according to your instructions, and first went to deceive the embroiderer, saying that the scholar had already recruited, and she really believed it, and immediately handed over the fan. I don't want to identify the scholar..." It seemed rather unfair.

Yue Ling smiled, and turned his gaze back to the case: Speaking of which, it is easier to decide the case or read the account book. . .

However, this question was quickly answered.

After noon, when Li Qi walked into this rather dull small room, Emperor Liang was stroking his forehead with one hand, looking at the messy ledgers on the table with a look of lovelessness.

Coughing lightly to make the man look up, Li Qi raised the corners of his lips slightly: "How is your husband doing with this account?"

The man came back to his senses, raised his eyes and gave a wry smile: "There is a specialization in art, and I have not realized the true meaning of this until today!"

Li Qi laughed loudly: "This statement is true, Mr. Lang specializes in the art of governance, and the necessary skills for businessmen such as accounts should be left to Li and other scattered merchants to learn."

Yue Ling smiled and showed a little dejection: "It was originally said that one day is a merchant, and it reflects the daily life of all kinds of people in the market. I thought that this kind of merchant must not be difficult compared with running a country, but I didn't think that a few books would be difficult for me. Really embarrassing."

Li Qi stepped forward and flipped through the brochures that made Emperor Liang lose face, "Your Majesty, don't underestimate yourself. If you want to say that you can sort out these accounts in a day, Li can't do it! And doing business is not just about accounting. As for affairs, if you are tired of watching the accounts, Mr. Might as well try something else?"

Yue Ling hesitated, "Is there anything else?" Are you sure it can be easier than this to read the books?Is it a deal?Wouldn't it be to ask for an account?

Li Qi smiled unpredictably, went to the door and summoned Shopkeeper Zeng, and after a few words, he saw the clerk delivered a box.Open it, and inside are some neatly stacked fans.

"These fans are samples collected from the store. Mr. Lang has seen a lot, so let's see which ones catch your eye, and order from other places in the future."

Yue Ling glanced at the various fans in the box, and finally smiled again: "Sure enough, Li Qing knows me! But there are so many fans, if I look at them alone, I might not be able to pick them all before sunset, and I'm afraid there will be trouble if I go back late , or you watch and choose with me."

The man bowed: "Observe the order!"

When the afterglow of the setting sun dyed half of the sky red, Yue Ling finally finished his one-day boss and returned to the quiet courtyard in the east of the city.

Pushing open the courtyard door, but there was no one there, thinking that the person was still in the state government office, and the two old family members were busy in the backyard, so they didn't care about it, closed the courtyard door, and were about to go to the front hall. Suddenly, there was a strange movement, which seemed to come from the flower garden. I was puzzled and glanced away, and a little familiar light-yellow figure flashed past!

Realizing something, Yue Ling felt an unknown fire rushing to his head, stepped up in two or three steps, and took out the little bun that was rolling around among the flowers and plants, his body was dirty like a cat, and his voice was stern: "Did I ever say that?" You are not allowed to sit in the mud, and you forgot?" Looking around, "Where's your father?"

The little bun was shocked by the sudden storm, knowing that his father was really angry, he was at a loss for what to do, pouted his little mouth, and raised his little hand covered with mud and grass leaves to wipe off his face, but he was caught off guard quickly. Daddy grabbed it and said, "Wipe again! I won't recognize you anymore! If you are so wild, I will stay here with your father from now on!"

Although Xiao Baozi has not yet reached the age of understanding, his naturally sensitive personality still made him feel the threat in his father's words: It seems that he is going to be abandoned!Immediately, he flattened his mouth and started to choke --- it's not that he didn't want to cry, it's just that he didn't dare!

Seeing the little bun who was trying to restrain himself from howling, Yue Ling suddenly couldn't bear it anymore. Thinking about what he said just now, it was a bit too much. There is no child who is not naughty, so he just told him.Bending down to pull Xiao Baozi over, patting the dirt on his body lightly, while calming down: "Do you know what's wrong?"

Xiao Baozi nodded while twitching: "Yi'er... that's dirty... Daddy's broom... blah blah..." Those who can usually say a whole sentence, but just twitch, will inevitably be out of order.

Yue Ling was angry and funny: "Who said Daddy is leaving?"

As soon as the little bun raised his hand, this time, he finally successfully added a dirt mark under his eyelids: "Hey, daddy..." It's just that daddy's words were too long and beyond his comprehension, he didn't The method is fully reproduced.

These words reminded Yue Ling of the question just now, "Where's your father?"

Before the words were finished, a figure came out from the main hall, looked around, quickly found the source of the sound, ran up with big strides, grabbed the little bun that was still twitching, and stuffed it into it regardless of whether it was dirty or not. There was rubbing in his arms, and his handsome face was suddenly filled with distress, which made it a little distorted: "What's wrong with Yi'er? Did you fall? Where did you fall, tell Dad quickly?" As expected of his own. .

Yue Ling: "..." To think of himself as nothing!He snorted, patted the corner of his clothes that had just been scratched by those two little black claws, stood up, with a cold and proud face: "You know that, what did you do?"

The squatting person was stunned, and got up holding the little bun with an anxious expression on his face, "Yi'er seems to be frightened, and won't say where he fell, I think it's better to call a doctor!"

Facing the sudden pampering treatment from the heavens, Xiao Baozi came back to his senses, grinned, and finally relieved and boldly began to release the sadness and grievances in his stomach.Boy's father was even more anxious, rushing out the door with the bun in his arms.

"Nangong Ji, where are you going?" His Majesty was angry.

Shocked by this shock, Xiao Baozi stopped crying immediately and continued to sob.

The man turned around with a scorched face: "Go see the doctor! Yi'er is crying like this, he must have hurt from a fall, I'm afraid he'll get hurt..."

The person opposite flicked his sleeve angrily: "He didn't fall, he wasn't injured, he was just reprimanded!" After saying this, he turned around coldly and went back to the house.The ignorant father and son were left standing at the end of the yard, thinking about life in the warm evening breeze.

Sometimes Nan Gongji really can't figure it out, it's obviously his own, but that person wants to make himself look like a stepmother, the little bun is still so small, isn't it normal to be naughty?Are you worthy of so many rules?Is it true that he was educated early on in accordance with the rules of the prince?However, if it is because of this that Xiao Baozi is subject to such constraints, and he is unhappy every day, then whoever likes to sit on the throne can sit, and his little Baozi is not rare!Anyway, based on the situation of his Nangong family, even if he took the soil and returned it to Cheng, he would still have financial resources without power, plus the business he entrusted to Li Qi to manage on his behalf, he would not talk about it, but just talk about the fan shop, which has the least net profit in a year There are also thousands of strings, which is enough for the little bun to spend his whole life eating and drinking.Besides, what good is being an emperor?There are so many opportunities in the world, and they have made great efforts to take care of everything, and they have personally risked Shi Yujia's personal conquest, and Xiao Qiang has been plotted against by his brothers. It is easy to survive until peace, but the husband and wife have to live in two separate places, and they can only see each other for several months or even more than half a year.As far as he is concerned, it would be better to be a farmer than to be happy!

Returning to the house with the little bun in his arms, he decided to reason with that person.But who would have expected that person to dismiss him with a single sentence: "If I really want to restrain him, can I still allow you to reason with me?" Yes, if that's the case, let alone reasoning, I'm afraid I won't even have the chance to see Xiao Baozi, Don't even expect him to call him father!However, for the sake of Xiaobaozi's safety and happiness in the future, he decided to try again.

"However, Yi'er is only three years old after all. It's the age of naughtiness. You just have to be more patient with him."

The man didn't even raise his eyes: "Where do you see that I am impatient with him? He did something wrong, so I can't reprimand him a few words? You don't have time to control him, and I don't care anymore. Do you let him change?" Be a wild boy?"

Nangongji was startled, and immediately recalled that it was. . .That's it.He lowered his head and pinched Xiao Baozi's dirty little face, "Ling, I was wrong, but I didn't mean it. I just saw that he was playing quietly in the room, so I went to read the file. This one didn't pay attention, and he ran out."

The man waved his hand, seemingly impatient, "Since you are busy with work, I will take him back to Beijing tomorrow."

Nangongji became anxious: "Ling, I was wrong. I will definitely look after Haoyier so that he doesn't run away. You have only been here for two days, but we haven't seen each other for half a year. Once you leave, we will see each other next time." I don't know when it is, I..." Hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand to cover that little head to ensure that he couldn't see his ordinary and rare expression, and lowered his voice: "Ling, please forgive me Go back, I promise there will be no next time!"

The man didn't say a word, just picked up the file on the case.

Nan Gongji understood that this meant that his mind had loosened, and hurriedly took advantage of the situation, "Besides, you came all the way, and you haven't had a good view of the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. Wouldn't it be a pity to return here? I'll take you with me tomorrow." How about walking around and enjoying the spring/light of the West Lake?"

The man hummed softly, and continued to bury his head in the pile of old papers.

Nangongji finally let out a sigh of relief: It seems that it has to be redeemed.He lowered his head and kissed the steamed stuffed bun, frowning: "It's a bit dirty, Dad will take you to take a bath."

After dinner, it was still early.

By the well in the backyard, a person was rubbing a light yellow dress with great effort, but because he didn't often do such chores, his technique was obviously unfamiliar, and the person standing on the side couldn't help shaking his head.

"Lang Jun, let the little one wash it for you? It will be broken if you rub it any longer!" Zhang Ling couldn't stand it anymore.

The man shook his head: "No, it's hard for a gentleman to say a word, not to mention that this is to make up for the mistakes, how can you give up lightly?"

Ling Qi sneered: "That's a good statement, but," he took two steps forward, "Your Highness is about to go to sleep, if you want to go back now, maybe there's still time to tease him, no matter how late it is. . . ”

Nangongji was startled, this is the truth. . .After thinking about it, "Well, the clothes will be clean after washing, so you can put the water back on for me and hang them in the air."

Make him nod hastily.

Back in the room, the official was leaning on the bed and reading an unknown book. It seemed that he hadn't moved his seat since he left just now, but there was an extra bun in his hand---the little bun looked really tired. Maybe it was because of the excessive excitement during the day, he looked a little sluggish, he lay obediently in his father's arms, his eyelids were almost closed, but he still didn't forget to play with his father's belt.

Yue Ling is still indulging in this little hobby of Baozi, but there is another point--Little Baozi will get a little confused, especially when he is going to sleep, he will get into his arms and gnaw on his chest until his saliva is dripping. Wet clothes!This really annoyed the officials for a while, but fortunately, it has finally changed a little bit now.

He tiptoed over and pinched the fluffy little ear. The little bun seemed dissatisfied, and shook his head to avoid it.The man frowned and slapped his hand away: "Don't tease him, he is going to sleep."

The little bun yawned, buried his face in the man's arms, and muttered in a ignorant manner: "Sleep... Dal."

Smiling, the person who hit the wall retreated back to the table, sat down and flipped through a book, but it turned out that his eyes were wrong, and his eyes still stayed on the big and small on the bed. For some reason, he thought of Zhu Guishan That sentence: "The official family is the country with one hand, and the community with the other hand!"

Speaking of which, I have been away in officialdom for the past two years, and I have indeed failed to fulfill my responsibility to educate Xiao Baozi, and I am also indebted to that person.So today's suddenness of myself, it's no wonder that I provoked that person to be so angry. . .

Xiao Baozi was born prematurely, and has always been weak. Minor ailments and ailments are common occurrences. Although there is no shortage of caregivers in the palace, parents have to worry more about it. Besides, the bigger Xiao Baozi is, the more stubborn and sensitive his temperament is, especially when he is sick. It is only quiet when held in that person's hands, and when it is unavoidable, that person has only one hand with a Chinese ink pen and one hand with a child, governing the country with the left hand, and protecting the country with the right hand!But whoever has seen this scene with his own eyes, who doesn't say that it's not easy for officials?

The little bun finally fell asleep. He put the little man on the bed and placed him on his side. He straightened his sore back. The man leaned over at the right time, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his waist, smiling all over his face: "The hot soup is ready, let's go take a bath." Yue Ling glanced at the bed, and the man hurriedly added: "Let him come and take care of you."

Stepping into the small bathroom, the water vapor mixed with elegant floral fragrance lingers up, giving people a sense of floating.

Just as he was looking around for the source of the fragrance of flowers, the hands behind him had already wrapped around his waist, rubbing lightly on his waist, and an ambiguous voice immediately entered his ears: "I am serving Your Majesty to change clothes."

The belt was untied, and the light blue outer robe was removed, revealing the pale white snow-like mid-clothes. Without the restraint of the belt, the light clothes of the man looked more casual.

The movement of the hands paused, and he carried the man to the soft couch on the side.With the accumulation of water vapor, the room became hotter than before, and the scent of flowers was not as fresh as before, but rather lingering and rich, making people dizzy.

The official seemed a little tired, and leaned into the couch with his eyes lightly closed, letting the man move on his body.

The last layer of covering on his body was removed, and Yue Ling regained some clarity in his mind for a moment, opened his eyes and was about to get up, but unexpectedly, that warm body was already pressing on him first, and he was stunned for a moment, "Take a bath... .”

A vague voice: "It's too late, the incense is too heavy..."

"Ah?..." Yijing said, "When did you take off your clothes?"

Nangong Ji: "..." It's too late!

"Also...you just said, what...use heavy...uh..." There was heat somewhere under him, and the rest of his words were drowned in the raging tide. . .

It was late at night, Zhang Lingqi looked at the little Highness who was sleeping peacefully, and showed a sad face: Hey, it is said that this bathing damages the yang energy and energy, but when the two of you go in every night, the door of the bathroom room has to be locked. It takes a lot of energy to close it in the middle of the night. . .

In the bathroom.

The person who was picked up from the water and placed on the couch just now still had exhaustion on his face, and let the person hug him, closing his eyes and resting his mind.However, the hand on his body was restless, and at some point quietly slipped down his waist, wandering meaningfully in that sensitive place.

"Enough is enough, it's already been three times..." He obviously said it with annoyance, but for some reason, the voice sounded so ambiguous.

Although it may not be enough to come back three times, but he also knew that he was really tired, so Nangongji could only try his best to suppress the fire that had just started in his heart, and retracted the hand on the heel of his leg to his waist to gently rub Then, with some grievances, he said: "Ling, I have been in Hangzhou for so long, when will I be allowed to return to Beijing? You must know that although the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, but I am here alone, it is really boring, and the days are like years!" And for a long time Abstinence, almost become a monk!

After a moment of silence, the man turned sideways: "Aren't you trying to dredge the West Lake? How far is it now?"

Nangong Ji was overjoyed: "It's almost finished, it will be completed in a year or half a year at most!"

"That's good, when it's done..."

"Just allow me to go back to Beijing?" His face was full of joy.

"Let's discuss again!" The official didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Ling, you are too cruel. I have been away from Beijing for four years. If this continues, Yi'er will not recognize me! If I knew this, I should not have promised you to be an official. Stay in Beijing and manage my fan shop well, and feel free and easy!"

The official finally raised his eyelids this time, "Four years, I'm afraid your real time away is less than half of this? When you promoted the official Zhengzhou, you went back three times a month. Before and after Yi'er was born, you complained for more than half a year. Even if you are away from Hangzhou now, you will have to go back to Beijing for a while, not to mention teaching Zhu Guishan to hold your portrait in front of Yier every day, can he forget you?"

Nangong Ji blushed.

The official sighed leisurely, and finally slowed down his tone: "It's not bad to be a businessman.