Dressed as a man with the eldest son

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Nanruo's first reaction was impossible. Sun Sanyuan entered Nangong Mansion ten years ago. At that time, Princess Anle was only young, less than two years old!

After listening, sure enough, Princess Anle was involved because Sun Sanyuan was found at the house of Princess Anle's nanny. The nanny's husband, Sun An, said that Sun Sanyuan was his lost nephew.

Nan Ruo doubted: "Is that so?"

Nangong Yunlin threw the investigation materials in his hands on the table, and laughed: "There is a birthmark certificate, and Sun An himself admitted that it is true, so it can only be true."

and then?

Nangong Yunlin frowned: "Sun San originally redeemed himself from the mansion, and there is no evidence to prove his relationship with Mo Er, and now he has the Sun family backing him, so Sun An came from the Jianchang Marquis Mansion, and only a few A guess is not good for accountability..."

Nan Ruo quickly understood that the Marquis of Jianchang was the biological father of Princess Anle and the ex-husband of the late Princess Kangyi. Emperor Yongzhao said that he had robbed his wife and daughter. He was ashamed of Marquis Jianchang.

Regardless of the cold-blooded and domineering paper character design, as far as Nan Ruo knows so far, Emperor Yongzhao has a common problem that most men have-good face.

Putting it on ordinary people is nothing, but putting it on the emperor, it is not just a simple problem, it will affect many people and things.

Emperor Yongzhao didn't want to be criticized for seizing /person/wife/daughter, so he held Jianchanghou high. Before he succeeded to the throne, Jianchanghou was not Hou Shibo. After becoming a Marquis, Nan Ruo felt that Marquis Jianchang was going to vomit to death, so he supported him?I'm afraid that he can't succeed to the throne.

Emperor Yongzhao’s coquettish operation made Jianchang Hou unable to hide even if he wanted to. He had to go to the palace banquet to show his face every year and festival, and he had to put on a grateful smile. The lady changed her title."

Nan Ruo probed: "Father thought it was the work of the Marquis of Jianchang?"

Nangong Yunlin shook his head: "It's not him, the Marquis of Jianchang has a complete wife, concubine and children, even if he doesn't care about his future, he still has to take care of his wife and children, let alone..." He paused, then said, "He's fighting on his own , will never ask His Majesty to catch his mistakes."

It seems to be true, except for the article of "giving up his wife and daughter for the title", the Marquis of Jianchang really has no other rumors that make people criticize. Now when I think of him, the most prominent impression is the wife and concubine of the Marquis of Jianchang's mansion, the beauty of the house and the music, As if to prove something.

Nan Ruo sighed slightly when he thought of Princess Kangyi, who died young, and Princess Anle, who died young.

Who would that be?

It is a fact that everyone agrees that there is someone behind the brothers and sisters of the Mo family, but after many investigations, there is no trace. If Nan Ruo is not qualified to participate in the follow-up investigation, he can only wait for news, and perhaps someday there will be progress.

However, he was not idle, and while he was still in the mountains, he went to Zhao's other courtyard to find his fourth uncle, Zhao Rong.

When I went in, I worshiped my grandparents first, and talked with them for a long time before finally getting out.

"I'm dying of thirst, let me quench my thirst first."

Zhao Rong strode into the pavilion, picked up the teapot and drank three cups of herbal tea like a cow.

Nan Ruo also drank two cups, chatting with the elders was too exhausting, the big family of the Zhao family was really lively.

After the two sat down, Zhao Rong took out a small notebook from his sleeve and gave it to him: "Let's take a look, this is the current situation of our Moyu Club."

Nan Ruo opened it.

In a month's time, Zhao Rong has completely set up the Moyu Club, and the operation is impressive.

On the bright side, the Moyu club was founded by Zhao Rong. The members are all dudes around his age. The club activities written in the application submitted to the government are Moyu, real Moyu, take off your shoes and go to the river to do it. That kind, there are all kinds of strange and weird clubs among the people. It is nothing unusual for dudes to get close to nature and fish for fish.

In order to convince people, Zhao Rong also specially organized a few times of real fish fishing activities. The government sent people to observe and record the first three times of the activities. They were afraid that someone would use associations to do illegal things. Otherwise, they had to accept it every year. a review.

Nan Ruo imagined a group of middle-aged dandies rolling up their sleeves to fish in the river, um...

"Keep the smile off your face." Zhao Rong rolled his eyes at him, then took out another notebook and gave it to him, "Here are a few people I recruited, don't just look at these few people, but one is worth ten, more than that. The tongue is bright and the lotus flower is eloquent, and has a sense of propriety, and will never expose itself, they all agree to this matter because they are interested..."

Nan Ruo looked through one by one, and most of these people were the middle class of the common people, either businessmen with small fortunes, or idlers who had a house at home and lived by collecting rent. They had time and spare money, and their willingness to join was indeed out of interest up.

Turning back, I saw two old boys and a scholar.

He looked surprised.

Zhao Rongdao: "Your method has to make them know how to look through the books themselves. There are not many people who can read, so I thought about choosing from these talented children. The time is short, and I only pick these three. Don't worry, the capital. The most indispensable thing in the school is poor scholars, and children are nothing, and when they heard that they would be given money, they agreed."

Nan Ruo said with a smile, "I believe in uncle."

After looking through all of them, he said: "Uncle Lao, don't worry, I will invite uncle to Zanlou for a drink some other day."

Zhao Rong clicked his tongue: "Go to Zanlou to drink something, if you really want to treat, go to Xiankefang." He winked at Nanruo, "You haven't been there yet, do you want uncle to take you to see it... "

Nan Ruo: "..."

The uncle took the nephew to the brothel or something... What should I do if I feel tempted.

It’s not that he really wants to do something, it’s pure curiosity, the brothel is a must-see attraction for travelers who travel through it, there is a saying that everyone comes here, travels through time, so I have to go and see it anyway...

Zhao Rong just smiled: "Don't worry, Xiankefang is an official camp, it's okay to go to drink and listen to music, uncle will still harm you."

Nan Ruo responded implicitly.

Zhao Rong immediately became interested, and told him how beautiful the dancing girls in Cyclamen Boat were, and how graceful the singer's voice was.

After rambling on, Nan Ruo pulled back to the topic: "There is nothing to entrust the members to do right now, so let them collect information, no matter what it is, as long as they find it interesting or strange, they can post it in..."

The method he proposed is a common method used in spy war dramas in the previous life. Designate a newspaper box, put the collected information into the newspaper box, and someone will pick it up. If the information cannot be clearly written, you have to use a password. Too complicated a password is afraid of them. It's hard to understand, so I chose to turn the book to read a few pages and lines.

In order to make these people interested, when the data is retrieved, he will pick some that are not very useful to him and put them in, so that they can exchange and play with each other.

Nan Ruo also gave himself the code name Yan Ji, Yan Yi restrains himself.

"It's just that uncle needs to worry about picking up the document..."

Dayan doesn’t have a newspaper box, and Empress Zheng hasn’t created a newspaper yet—official mansion newspapers don’t count, they have to find a different method, find a fixed location, and find someone to watch them in time. Cannot be repeated.

Zhao Rong waved his fan, confident: "Don't worry, I guarantee that those who go to get the letter will not be found."

Nan Ruo saw that he was waiting for him to ask questions with a look of mystery on his face, so he smiled and followed his will: "Uncle is like this, I know this person?"

Zhao Rong smiled contentedly: "Do you remember Brother Sui?"

Who?

Nan Ruo thought for a long time before remembering: "But the cousin Sui that I met at my aunt's birthday party that day?"

Zhao Sui, the second son of the second uncle's concubine.

"That's right." Zhao Rong tapped his fan on the palm of his hand and said proudly, "Brother Sui has a good skill. As long as he sees people, he will never forget them. I have found a painter to teach him how to draw. In the future, whatever he sees I can draw any human face."

Nan Ruo couldn't remember what Zhao Sui looked like, but he vaguely remembered that he was very shy, and couldn't help saying: "If you can have a photographic memory, you should go to study for the imperial examination."

Zhao Rong said with a smile: "He only has a photographic memory for human faces, not for others."

Nan Ruo remembered that in his previous life, he seemed to have seen such a statement in some news. Some people are born with a strong ability to recognize and remember faces. Running errands to get letters is an overkill.

"How old is Brother Sui?"

"twelve."

That's a little too small, let's exercise first, and wait a few years to talk about it.

Nan Ruo silently recorded Zhao Sui in the list in his heart, and said: "Does Second Uncle know?"

They use other people's sons like this, what if the father doesn't like it.

Zhao Rong sneered: "Your second uncle is a fool, I'll arrange Brother Sui's future, I'm afraid he won't be happy in time."

That's good, if Nan Ruo didn't answer, Zhao Rong could complain about his brother, but he couldn't agree.

Zhao Rong didn't say much, and said, "Don't worry, apart from Brother Sui, I'll let Brother Xiu go with me, and I'll send someone to follow, there won't be any problems."

After returning from Zhao's other courtyard, the vacation has also come to an end, Nan Ruo packed his luggage and went back to Nangong Mansion together with his scumbag father and younger siblings.

Although the ten-day holiday has arrived, there is still a summer festival, and the holiday is not really accepted until after the sacrifice.

Because of the temperature, the summer sacrifice is simpler than the spring sacrifice, and even the royal family will not hold a big ceremony. The Nangong family can simply open the ancestral hall to sue the ancestors.

And the first thing he told his ancestors was that he was enshrined and given the seventh-rank flag.

The clan elder held the notice and sang it loudly excitedly. Everyone in the hall stood and listened. Nan Ruo stood in the front row, and hundreds of excited and envious eyes behind him seemed to have substance.

Several clan elders even wiped their tears from the tablet.

Even the scumbag's eye circles were red.

Nan Ruo was in a daze for a moment, and when he went up to offer incense, he looked up at the Nangong family's pile of memorial tablets, and felt the weight and history rushing towards his face. At this moment, he finally understood what a clan is.

What the Nangong family enjoys now is in exchange for the sacrifice of every tablet above.

He finally understood why Xiao Ruogu entrusted him to take care of the Nangong family. This was his responsibility from his surname.

Now that he enjoys all the conveniences that the Nangong family has given him, he has to shoulder the burden of supporting the family.

At the end of the summer festival, all the officials took leave of absence to go to work, and Nan Ruo also dressed neatly and went to the Zhenfu Department to report.

Tan Ying really took care of him as he said, and did not rush to arrange things for him, but asked someone to take him to practice in the school, which was exactly what Nan Ruo wanted, he was indeed not good at martial arts , especially in close combat, those who have been trained in fighting in previous lives are not enough to watch, but in this life, they often fight for their lives.

Half a month later, the previous division of pork for the brothers and sisters of the Mo family came down, and he moved up one level, from the seventh-rank small banner to the regular seventh-rank general banner-although he has not yet been assigned a flag.

Another month passed, and the weather changed from summer to autumn. Nan Ruo finally finished his hard training and was stamped qualified by Tan Ying, so he could choose his subordinates.

At the same time, just after the Spring Festival, he received his first official task: to select a princess.