I refuse this box lunch

Gu Xincheng booked the entire inn, and Fuhe was not reserved, and chose one of the largest and most spacious rooms.

Close to the street view, the ventilation and lighting are particularly good.

After many days, he can finally take a comfortable bath in the bathtub, wash off the dust, and then do big things.

After talking about the three-day deadline, Fu Wo thought it should be earlier.

He neither looked for Mrs. Zhao nor Zhao Erniu.Because one of them knows but doesn't speak, and the other doesn't know anything at all.

What he was looking for was Zhao Zhaili, something that could really "talk".

At that time, this thing did not refer to any ghosts and ghosts, but a thin manuscript book.

Gu Zaifu seems lenient and harmless, but in fact he has the arrogance of a literati.Back then, he was forced by the imperial power and was in such a mess, how could he not have any grudges in his heart.It's just that it has been dormant in the dark and has not appeared.

The world thought that Zaifu Gu's official career was due to his brother-in-law relationship with Emperor Fanxing, and shortly after Ji Shuyu's death, he even immediately accepted the emperor's gift and married his beautiful concubine back to preside over the gift.

The world said that he was ruthless and ungrateful, and he was a follower of power, and he recognized it.

But the merits cannot be destroyed for thousands of years, and future generations will judge whether it is right or wrong, not to mention, there is still an authentic manuscript.That was enough evidence to unravel everything.

The emperor would not take the risk of exterminating the Zhao family who didn't know about it in the eventful autumn when the floods were rampant. His goal had been half achieved and he would leave soon.So the Zhao Mansion became the safest place to hide things.Gu Zaifu's furious work, on the surface, is beautiful and praises the world, but in fact, it is full of imperial power and sinister.

Mr. Zhao has passed away for several years, he may have understood the metaphor, or he may have understood it and pretended not to understand it.But Zhao Fengqi's fierce words against Zaifu Gu obviously misinterpreted certain meanings in a few words.

Therefore, you still need to read more books.

Fuhe changed into a moon-white tunic and swayed his fan lightly, looking like an elegant scribe, especially able to win the favor of others.

He left the inn early in the morning, Sa Yazi walked around the town, bought a bunch of things, and went to Zhao's house.

I said that I had been helped by Mrs. Zhao when I was young, so I came here to repay my kindness and thank you.Seeing him coming to the door with a sincere face, the concierge was a white-faced scholar with a childish face, and immediately invited him in politely, expressing euphemistically and regretfully that the grandfather is dead.

Fuhe sighed sadly, sat on the spot, his eyes slowly turned red, after a while, left the gift behind, stood up and forced a smile: "It's really no chance, I'm late."

He turned around and was about to leave, but hesitantly stopped halfway, with a trace of struggle and hope in his eyes: "I don't know your residence, but do you still have the old master's legacy?"

The steward saw that he was a fair and handsome young man, and his appearance when he showed his true feelings was very pitiful, just like his youngest son.Reminiscing that my grandfather really loved such scholars, he couldn't help but say: "Yes, my son, please come with me."

The whole thing got off to an unexpectedly smooth start.

Just a moment later.

"System, please help me search." Facing the vast sea of ​​books in front of him, Fuhe really had no way to start.

System: "This is an auxiliary function not included in the regulations, and additional points will be deducted."

Fuhe endured the pain: "Knock, click, click."

System: "Which area?"

Fuhe looked around: "This is the floor."

The steward came over with a stack of books from the back of the shelf, and said cheerfully, "Master loves reading books, copying books, and collecting all kinds of rare books, and he has written a lot. He never hides his secrets. Thinking about his words, Izumi knows, I will be happy."

"Let me show you some of them first. Many of them are loved by the master in his later years."

Fuhe took it over with a smile, and saw that each book was wrapped in a layer of cowhide, and the pages inside were yellowed and wrinkled. It looked like it had been read many times, and every page was densely written. annotation.He praised: "The old man is a true book lover."

With nostalgia on his face, the steward served hot tea for Fuhe and asked him to read it here carefully before going to work.

The system collected a black-hearted price of [-] points, and scanned around in the attic. It took a long time to get the result, but it was in vain. It made it feel a little guilty: "Host, the things are not within this area."

Fu He drank tea and read a book peacefully, and for a long time he was a man as pale as a chrysanthemum. Hearing this, he raised his head expressionlessly: "Then give me back the points."

The system says no.

Fuhe felt distressed: "The product is not up to the expected standard, so I can't even return it?"

System: "This is a one-time function, and there is no precedent for returns."

Of course Fuhe knew this rule, but he couldn't help but want to make trouble for no reason.The tone was full of accusations: "You can't, it's too dark. With five hundred points, you can only sweep one floor, and it will take so long for a big place."

The system died of injustice, and immediately began to chatter and sell miserably: "The price is a unified standard in the alliance system. After deducting the handling fee handed over to the alliance, I only get a little bit of money. The energy is still from myself. Moreover, cross-border construction is inherently difficult. As for the scope of functions, I will help you find things by digging three feet for an extra three thousand points."

Every sentence is very reasonable.It is also the last stubbornness of the poor system.It can be said to be incompetent, but it cannot be said to be greedy.

Fuhe was not so hard-hearted, and magnanimously exposed the matter.

Three thousand is really expensive, and Fuhe Grande has been in it for a long time. If it wasn't for the progress, he wouldn't even want to spend the five hundred.After thinking and thinking, doubting and doubting, Tibu went to other floors to find it himself.

Logically, it shouldn't be hidden too much.

Do you really want the heroine to come and find her in person?

Fuhe recalled the plot, but he only used the word "coincidence" to mention it in one stroke, saying that it was in the Zhao family's ancestral house, so it must be here, there is nothing wrong, but the location needs to be carefully considered.

He walked deeper and deeper, passed through the narrow corridor, and was about to push open the old small door at the corner.

His eyes froze suddenly, and he saw the dust on the threshold that suddenly became lighter.

The hand that had just reached the edge of the door stopped suddenly.

Fuhe said unhurriedly: "System, scan to see if there is any in it."

He took a step back, but he didn't intend to go in.

Not far away came the call of the steward of the Zhao residence, and Fuhe turned and left decisively.

After walking for several steps, I slowly let out a breath: It's dangerous.

He bowed his hands to the steward apologetically: "I'm a quick reader. I wanted to find some more to read, but I was inadvertently fascinated by the scenery in the mansion. I'm sorry."

The steward glanced at the begonias and laurel in the courtyard, and said with a smile that it was all right: "In the early years, the garden scenery in this mansion was even more prosperous."

After the system scans, report truthfully: "There are letters, and the heroine."

As expected, Fu He felt a little regretful: it was only one step away.

He listened to the steward's words with a slight smile, and suddenly slapped his head: "Oh, it's my fault. I forgot the time, and bothered your house for a long time, it's already getting so late."

The steward left him for dinner, but Fuhe naturally wouldn't stay, and left in a hurry after paying attention to the etiquette.

Before leaving, I did not forget to leave a way out for myself: "I don't know if I will have the opportunity to read books again in the future. The literary talent left by Mrs. Zhao is really admirable."

The old steward thought about it for a while, and then he said a few words to the school, which were all the comments in those books. Fuhe answered them one by one, and finally agreed: "Good boy, you can come again."

Walking out of Zhao's residence, Fuhe shook his fan, and the system asked him: "Are you still coming?"

"Yes. If you don't come, how can you get the notebook?"

System: "That already belongs to the heroine."

Fuhe said "tsk": "Is she holding it?"

The system froze: "No."

"Yeah, no." Fowler said, "So I still have a chance."

The system didn't feel it, and asked him after a while: "You came to Zhao's house privately, and you have stayed for so long, does the hero know?"

Fu Wo was confident: "Didn't I tell him earlier that I wanted to investigate myself..."

He stopped suddenly, high energy ahead.

Gu Xincheng's complexion could be seen from ten meters away, blocking the door of the inn with a row of followers, his lips curled up coldly, like a demon god about to eat people.

Fuhe was stunned, and approached weakly: "I'm going to do business."

Gu Xincheng squinted at him: "I won't return all day."

"Things are trickier."

"Oh? What did you do?"

Fuhe didn't even bother to roll his eyes.This person must have sent guards to watch around him, but he still has to make use of it.Tired all day, I don't want to say more, I just responded a few times: "I went to Zhao's house and read a few books, um."

He pushed aside a guard and was about to sneak into the room. Gu Xincheng gave a look with his eyes, and the guard gave way. Fuhe entered the room smoothly, lying on the quilt and sighing comfortably.

Turning his head, he saw that there were two bowls of soup and medicine on the table, and the heat had long since disappeared.

My mind was in a daze when I heard a voice say, "You told me not to torment myself, but what are you doing?"

Fu He closed his eyes, and after thinking for a while, he realized that it was Gu Xincheng who was speaking.No wonder the sound is like gold and jade, so nice.

He turned over, muttered, and replied feebly: "This is called exhaustion, forgetting to sleep and eat."

"Who made you like this."

Fuhe was extremely sleepy, and he yelled casually: "My Lord is willing!"

His ears finally cleared up, and in the middle of the night, he suddenly sat up in shock: "System, I yelled at the male lead!?"

The system dragged out a mechanical sound: "Yes, I suggest the host check the balance."

It's amazing to see.

Two thousand more.

Just yelling casually, it actually paid back.

"What's going on here?" Fu Wo was puzzled.

The system was even more puzzled: "You don't know?"

Fu Wo got out of bed and got up at night: "I haven't reported any progress yet. This doesn't meet the league's scoring standards." He paused, and saw that the medicine bowl on the table had been replaced by a food box at some point.

Open it, inside is warm medicinal soup and almond barley porridge.The stomach growled in due time.

The next day, Fuhe learned his lesson and first went to Gu Xincheng to call out to report.He didn't see anyone, so he had to tell one of his confidants that he would return in half a day, and then went to Zhao's house.

Back to the small door yesterday.Fuhe stepped inside after the system notified that there was no one inside.

It looked like a room where groceries were piled up, the light was very dark, and there was a bloody white cloth strip in the corner.

"System, red handwriting."

Just as a red flashing circle appeared in the field of vision, a hand suddenly covered his mouth and nose from behind.

Fuhe's eyes darkened, and his last thought was that Gu Menshen might block him again.