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Zhou Jirong picked up the pen and dipped the ink and was about to drop it, when suddenly he became alert, turned his head suddenly, and saw his brother came in without knowing when, and touched behind him unknowingly, facing the cold A pair of ghost-like expression.

Zhou Jirong was about to strike as soon as he turned around, but when he saw clearly that it was him, he retracted the raised arm.His brother didn't notice how dangerous his situation was, so he just raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, pushing Zhou Jirong who was about to stand up to sit down again, looking over his shoulder at the table, whispering Said: "What are you doing?"

"I, what did I do..." Zhou Jirong was slapped unexpectedly by him, and the writing brush in his hand fell off with a slap, leaving a large ink blot on the paper spread on the table. He frantically picked up the pen and wiped it without thinking, but the result was that the more he rubbed, the more messy it was.Zhou Jirong couldn't help being discouraged, and turned to his brother and said, "What's wrong with me! Why don't I just write back to Zhuo Wen, Lao Jiang and the others! What are you doing? It's useless to walk like a thief for no reason. Voice! You deliberately frightened me! Is it fun?"

Zhou Jiyao didn't answer, and went straight up to look at the things on his desk, and sure enough, he saw a stack of folded envelopes on one side, and a few copies of his written replies on the other side, spread them randomly on the table, and weighed them with stone inkstone paper. Press the pen holder or something to dry it.It was just that he didn't have time to look carefully in the blink of an eye, it made a mess, and it seemed to be in line with Zhou Jirong's usual messy temperament.

But just now when the emperor saw him outside the window, his expression was too weird, so his brother became more concerned, and silently stretched out his hand to take care of him, and took this opportunity to read the letter at a glance. It was indeed a letter to several generals stationed in Hanzhou, and it was all about business, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Zhou Jirong with gentle eyes.Then he looked at Zhou Jirong, who was still chirping and complaining in front of him, lost his mind for a while, and finally told the truth, softly said: "... I was outside just now, and I saw you smirking dumbly... "

Zhou Jirong was silent for a moment, and as if he had just woken up, he said in disbelief: "I'm smirking!? Still dumbfounded? I'm not smirking! I'm just dumbfounded!"

Zhou Jiyao also had no intention of arguing with him, so he comforted him with somewhat absent-minded words: "...Maybe it's because my brother was blind for a while..."

Zhou Jirong glanced at him a little strangely, opened his mouth and closed it again, and said dryly for a while: "Then you don't need to sneak around to scare me! It's fortunate that I reacted quickly and stopped quickly. Otherwise, it would be bad if I really hurt you!"

In fact, Zhou Jirong was also afraid. He was really thinking about how to write a letter to Bai Tingyu just now, but just before he finished the pen, he met his brother. After all, he had a guilty conscience, so he died easily. Don't bother anymore.

The emperor was well aware of his dog temper, seeing that he was so talkative now, the weird intuition still lingered in his heart.He snorted coldly at the moment: "It's up to you? Don't forget that I taught you kung fu when you were young!"

"Oh, my brother! How can this be compared? I'm not only as good as I was when I was a child, I'm afraid yours is not as good as it was back then..." Zhou Jirong said casually, seeing his brother's face grow brighter when he heard this It was ugly, so he quickly changed his words: "...Let's not talk about this, brother, what are you doing here today? What is this?"

The emperor followed his gaze and saw that he was still holding Yan Huan's letter in his hand. Then he remembered the reason why he asked the teacher to ask the crime. He was so nervous that he didn't notice that he was still holding this thing in his hand. At this time, the whole letter had been crumpled by him unconsciously.

Zhou Jirong read the contents of the letter, and thought that this was his brother's intention, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and then smiled nonchalantly: "What's the matter, the poor and the rich, the rich People are so rich, those who have no money almost can’t even wear pants, and there are so many people who can’t marry a wife! Since you want these people to work hard, you have to give them something to look forward to! I didn’t promise them People come and go, whether they can earn a wife and son for themselves depends on whether they have the ability. When they go to the battlefield, life and death are two matters, and there will be no one who can live well and make contributions How many people, at this time they have accumulated some wealth. In the first three to five years in your harem, you will release a group of older maids out of the palace, maybe there are no people who are willing to live with them in a down-to-earth way, killing two birds with one stone, Lao Tzu Think it all over! Don't be in a hurry!"

His brother originally asked him to talk about this matter, but because of the scene just now, he was always a little pissed, so he didn't have the heart to argue with him carefully at this time, so as not to lead him out of his belly, so he reprimanded him a few words indiscriminately, and warned him again. He didn't take it as an example, so let's expose the matter for the time being.

Zhou Jirong didn't take this matter to heart at all, and didn't feel that his brother was absent-minded. Seeing that this was not a good time, he sincerely invited his brother to stay for dinner, and said with great interest: "...you Cong Han Sophora japonica and elm money from Zhouzhou, there is roe deer meat, and they are all fresh!"

The first two items are rare in Beijing, but in fact they are just unappreciable local dishes, which are not really good things. His brother doesn't remember that Zhou Jirong used to like to eat such things. Now he sees him just for this. Very happy, just feel sad at the moment.Can't help but said: "...you can open your mouth if you want to eat, as long as you can name it, I will bring it to you."

Zhou Jirong was a bit picky when he was a child, but it was a difficult time when he was the head of the family, so now he is not very particular about eating and drinking, he can live with meat and without meat and vegetables.However, in the past few months in Beijing, he has really asked his brother to feed him a lot of good things he had never seen before. Hearing what the emperor said at this time, he didn't really want to eat anything, but he instinctively sensed that The elder brother probably didn't like these two things, but at the moment he didn't care, he still smiled and said: "Well, this is what I thought of earlier, and I mentioned it, Xiao... I brought it here from Hanzhou, and other things It’s different, I’ll just eat this, if you want anything else, let them add a few more!”

Seeing that Zhou Jiyao didn't answer, he made up his mind and said, "Then I'll just figure it out. Anyway, I still remember what you liked to eat in the past."

He and his brother didn't pay too much attention, so they left his brother to sit in the study for a while, and went out excitedly to give instructions to the kitchen.

Zhou Jirong was very excited, and his elder brother couldn't dampen his interest when he saw this, so he didn't come back after waiting for a while, so he sat down next to the desk and read the few letters just now, and he still didn't think there was anything wrong after reading it. It's not normal, but the emperor instinctively felt that there was always something weird about his younger brother.

After hesitating for a while, he looked at the door and still couldn't see Zhou Jirong coming back. The emperor looked around in the study, and then casually flipped through his desk.