I am a consultant in Kaifeng

Maybe it's because of his wanderings in the rivers and lakes in the early years, Zhan Zhao has never considered his life's major events.

The prodigal son can find his home everywhere.

If you marry a wife, which family is willing to let your daughter wander around with a prodigal son?

His parents are willing, but he is also reluctant.

After meeting Mr. Bao, life is stable.

But the old mother in Chenzhou didn't want to come to Bianjing. If he got married, would his wife be with him in Bianjing?Still in Chenzhou?

If you marry a girl from another family and let her stay in Chenzhou, you will undoubtedly be a widow.

If she was allowed to stay in Bianjing, he would not be at home for three or two days, and his wife would also be a widow.

Most importantly, if he marries a wife, what kind of girl should he marry?

Mr. Zhan thought about it, but he couldn't imagine what kind of woman he liked.

So simply don't want to.

Now being asked by Du Xiaoning, he was a little confused.

He was silent for a moment, then asked slowly, "Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?"

Du Xiaoning: "Curiosity, can't you?"

Zhan Zhao: "What about the third son? You should have reached the age to start a family and start a business. Why didn't you let Du Shangshu find a marriage for you?"

Du Xiaoning couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"I am notorious in Bianjing. Girls from good families don't want to marry me, and those who do, my adoptive father is not satisfied."

Pei Zhitui asked someone to bring a cup of hot tea.

Zhan Zhao nodded slightly at the servant, and took the teacup.

He drank his tea silently, then raised his eyes.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Du Xiaoning blinking his bright black eyes looking at him.

Zhan Zhao: ""

Zhan Zhao: "What do you want me to do?"

Du Xiaoning smiled: "Master Zhan asked me why I didn't marry a wife, and I told you. Now it's your turn to say it."

Zhan Zhao put down the teacup helplessly, and said with a smile, "I'm really flattered that the third son cares about me so much."

But he didn't hide it, and said to Du Xiaoning calmly: "In the early years, I wandered around the rivers and lakes and made a family everywhere. I never thought about starting a family. Later, I followed Mr. Bao to Bianjing. I was busy with business, so I was delayed."

Du Xiaoning let out an "oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

The setting sun hanging in the sky slowly sank, dyeing the clouds in the sky red.

The third son sitting on the wicker chair was surrounded by golden and soft sunlight, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes smiling, like a fairy walking out of a painting.

A feeling of infinite tranquility suddenly appeared in Zhan Zhao's heart.

Let time go by, he is willing to stop here.

Maybe it was because the sunset was so beautiful, Zhan Zhao blurted out the words in his heart——

"If there is a girl like the third son, then I will definitely try my best to marry her."

Du Xiaoning was stunned.

Zhan Zhao was also stunned.

After Du Xiaoning was stunned for a moment, he smiled slowly.

With one hand on her chin, she glanced at Zhan Zhao, and with a smile in her voice, she asked teasingly, "What did Master Zhan say just now? I didn't hear you clearly, please say it again."

Mr. Zhan stammered, "That, that, didn't you hear clearly? Very good, that's good. Very good, very good"

Very good very good where is it?

Du Xiaoning couldn't help but laugh.

Mr. Ke Zhan suddenly became cramped, wishing he could run away.

After teasing Zhan Zhao enough, Du Xiaoning suppressed her smile.

"Master Zhan."

Usually, Du Xiaoning's tone of voice was to talk to him about something serious.

Zhan Zhao's embarrassment that was still entrenched in his heart just now was swept away, and he raised his dark and quiet eyes to look at Du Xiaoning.

Du Xiaoning tilted his head, Xu Sheng said: "The bamboo forest outside the city caught fire today, what happened?"

Outside the city of Bianjing, there is a small bamboo forest.

There is a certain industry in the bamboo forest, which is the industry of Wang Mingquan, a tea merchant in Beijing and China.Wang Mingquan is a tea merchant, and he also loves elegant things. He has many followers in the mansion, who specially accompany him in reciting poems, making tea and talking.Zhulin Bieye, also known as Moxiangju, was specially built by him as an arty place for diners to accompany him.

When I was in Kaifeng Mansion yesterday, what Du Xiaoning heard probably said that the autumn is high and the air is dry and the weather is dry. A farmer nearby set fire to weeding, and sparks accidentally drifted into the bamboo forest, causing a big fire.

It was late at night when the fire was extinguished.

Early this morning, Lord Bao asked Zhan Zhao to go to the scene to understand the situation.

When Mr. Zhan heard Du Xiaoning ask about this matter, he couldn't help but sighed.

"The tenant farmer who burned the fire and weeded the grass yesterday is called Li Minggui. He said that he waited for the fire to be completely extinguished before leaving, and it was impossible to cause a fire in the bamboo forest. Some people also said that Li Minggui did leave after the fire was extinguished, but he seemed to have forgotten after leaving. What, came back and wandered around in the field, and before leaving, I didn't know why I threw the fire bag in my hand into the bamboo forest. Yesterday Wang Mingquan was going to Moxiangju, but before leaving, his concubine suddenly fell ill I kept pestering him, so I didn’t go.”

Du Xiaoning listened to Zhan Zhao's words and looked at him without blinking.

Being looked at by those clear phoenix eyes, Zhan Zhao began to feel a little overwhelmed again, the urge to raise his hand to cover her eyes welled up in his heart again.

Zhan Zhao frowned, and said in a helpless tone, "Don't look, I understand what you're thinking."

Du Xiaoning said "Oh", "Then tell me, what am I thinking about?"

"You are thinking, why is this such a coincidence? If Wang Mingquan went to Moxiangju yesterday, he would probably be buried in a sea of ​​flames. If the bamboo forest doesn't catch fire, why would it catch fire on the day Wang Mingquan is going? Is there someone want to kill him."

Zhan Zhao leaned against the rattan chair, sitting in a chic and comfortable posture.

He put his hands behind his head and stared at the sunset in the sky. Xu Sheng said: "It's a coincidence. Li Minggui said that after he left the field yesterday, he didn't look back. But those who were busy with Li Minggui, Said that they saw Li Minggui who left and went back, both sides insisted on their own opinions."

Du Xiaoning looked at the orange tea, "Someone is lying between them."

After a short pause, she continued: "It's also possible that he didn't lie. If Wang Mingquan hadn't planned to go to Moxiangju yesterday, I would think that the fire might still be an accident. But he was going, which is a bit strange."

Zhan Zhao nodded, "Indeed. Gongsun and I think so too, but now there are so many clues, and we can't figure out why. If Li Minggui and his companions don't lie, then the person who threw firecrackers into the bamboo forest Li Minggui, who is he?"

Zhan Zhao didn't know about this question.

Du Xiaoning was naturally at a loss.

She asked Zhan Zhao: "Why don't you find out if Wang Mingquan has offended anyone in the mall?"

Zhan Zhao raised his eyebrows and said, "Three young masters may have forgotten that Wang Mingquan's daughter is Princess Shou. Although Shou Wang has no intention of political affairs, he is not as influential in the court as King Duan, but after all, he was born noble, and ordinary people can't afford to provoke her. Businessmen value profits. , who would offend the emperor's relatives without knowing how serious?"

Du Xiaoning flicked the white-glazed teacup with his fingertips, and the cup made a crisp sound, "This is not good. Mr. Zhan, don't forget that Pan Shi is Grand Master Pang's brother-in-law, but Yang Silang and Changqing will ask Xianlou The matter has been turned upside down?"

——not only turned Wenxianlou upside down, but also played them around.

Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "It's because I'm narrow-minded."

Then, he looked at the third young master again, "Master Bao said, you are not going to Kaifeng mansion for a while?"

Du Xiaoning squinted his eyes, looking very happy, "Well, I have organized the files in the library in an orderly manner. Mr. Bao is very satisfied and happy after reading it. As soon as he was happy, he accepted my leave."

Zhan Zhao frowned, "Ask for leave? It's fine, why do you want to ask for leave?"

Du Xiaoning asked for leave for a month, so wouldn't it mean that he couldn't see Du Xiaoning in Kaifeng Mansion for a month?

Mr. Zhan was used to the days when he wanted to see the third son, so he went to the Kaifeng mansion library, thinking that he would not be able to see as many people as he wanted for a month, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

He was depressed in his heart, but he couldn't see the clue on his face.

For the next month, wouldn't he have to go to Baiwei Study for a different reason every day to eat?

Sad people.

The third son didn't know that Mr. Zhan was depressed, let alone that he was secretly worried.

She said in a relaxed tone: "I haven't managed the study for a long time. Although Pei Zhitui is busy, I still have to sort out the accounts that should be cleared up. Apart from sorting out the files in Kaifeng Mansion, I didn't do anything. Master Bao is willing to do everything else, why, Master Zhan has objections?"

Mr. Zhan has no objection.

But Mr. Zhan has an idea.

Zhan Zhao said to Du Xiaoning: "I see that you have time to accompany Yang Silang to look at paintings, so you are not too busy. Although I think Li Minggui and his companions are not lying, didn't the third son say it? The highest state of lying is They even lied to themselves. It can be seen that they may still lie."

Then Lord Zhan said solemnly again: "I'm a brash man, I can deal with such things as fighting and killing, but if you want to see who is lying, you still have to come forward in person."

Du Xiaoning:? ? ?

Before Du Xiaoning could speak, Zhan Zhao said again: "Tomorrow, why don't you accompany me for a walk in the bamboo forest, and chat with Li Minggui's companion along the way?"

When Du Xiaoning heard this, she was not angry, and even wanted to laugh.

She looked at Zhan Zhao, and Zhan Zhao's originally comfortable sitting posture looked a little stiff now.

Du Xiaoning lowered her eyes and smiled, "Okay, then I'll go for a walk in the bamboo forest with Mr. Zhan tomorrow. By the way—"

There was a slight pause in her tone, and then she continued with a light smile: "Chat with Mr. Zhan."

Zhan Zhao looked at Du Xiaoning's profile in the setting sun, his originally stiff shoulders relaxed almost invisibly, and a smile couldn't help showing on his handsome face.

Zhan Zhao thought, it's over, maybe I really have lost my sleeve.

It doesn't matter if he has broken sleeves.

If Du Xiaoning is a broken sleeve, Du Ruoyu's face so cold as to be a housekeeper suddenly appeared in Zhan Zhao's mind, and he couldn't help but fight a cold war for Du Xiaoning.

It didn't matter if he was beaten to death, if Du Xiaoning's leg was broken by Du Ruoyu, wouldn't he be so heartbroken?

Probably because he thought about it every day and dreamed at night, Master Zhan had a dream that night.

In the dream, Du Shangshu, who was able to guard the house, held a wooden stick as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and served Du Xiaoning with family law.

The white scholar's robe on Du Xiaoning's body was stained red with blood, and he was paralyzed on the ground like mud, unable to move.

Master Zhan stood in front of him, despite his heart being pierced by a knife, he couldn't take a step forward.

Du Xiaoning, who was being tortured, struggled to raise her eyes, her phoenix eyes that always had a gentle smile turned cold, and she said in a voice full of hatred——

"Zhan Zhao, you killed me."

Du Xiaoning's words made Zhan Zhao fall into an ice cellar.

He woke up with the sound of thunder, and the heavy rain outside was hitting the plantain and the eaves. He was panting, and his heart was beating like a drum.

In the dream, Du Xiaoning's cold eyes were like a sharp knife, gouging out his heart one by one.