The little lady of the Hou's Mansion who traveled through time

After sending Shen Yinghan to take a nap, Song Sijun read two books but fell into deep thought.

If the emperor wanted to harm Shen Yinghan, wouldn't the Tai Hospital be completely trustworthy?

With some doubts, Song Sijun began to check the two books.

After careful checking, Song Sijun's heart became more and more heavy.

Feeling sorry for him, it was exactly as he expected.Most of the content of the two books is the same, but some small details have been tampered with.

However, the prudence of medicine is to change a few doses and words, which can harm people.

In this way, using Song Sijun's knife to kill Shen Yinghan, the harm was invisible.

Thinking hard.

Song Sijun went out with two books and told Xiaoming, "I'm going to the bookstore. Master Hou is taking a nap. You take care of it carefully."

Xiao Ming nodded in agreement.

After arriving at the library where I bought the books last time, Song Sijun took two books and went straight to the shopkeeper, and asked bluntly, "Shopkeeper, are there any printing errors in your books?"

When the shopkeeper heard this question, he was obviously stunned for a moment. If it wasn't for Song Sijun's decent clothes, he would have suspected that he was a rascal who came to blackmail him.

The shopkeeper said: "Our books are calibrated three times before publication, and there is no possibility of printing errors." He glanced at the book in Song Sijun's hand again, and after seeing the title, "Since Wen Xiaosheng founded the library, we have Books with professional knowledge such as medicine, arithmetic, mechanics, and geography have even stricter requirements, and only after repeated confirmation of the authenticity of the content and correct printing will they be published and sold."

In this way, it can almost be confirmed that the book in question is the book that Gao Liangjiang personally gave to Song Sijun.

Seeing Song Sijun standing there frowning and saying nothing, the shopkeeper continued: "If you think there are any problems in the book, young master, you can tell them directly, and we will report back to the author and check again."

Song Sijun shook his head, "Your books are fine, the problem is people's hearts."

Hearing this answer, the shopkeeper also smiled with satisfaction, and then asked politely: "Then, is there anything else you can help me with?"

After Song Sijun listened to the questioning like a telephone customer service, he had to sigh that this is indeed an industry founded by his fellow villagers, with a very modern style.He turned his head to look at the sentence on the side and pointed at Qian Fu coldly, and turned his head to the shopkeeper and said, "I know what the second half of the sentence is."

The shopkeeper was slightly stunned, and then handed the pen and paper to Song Sijun, "Please write it down, young master, and we will send it to the owner for verification."

"You don't know the answer?"

"Of course I don't know. Only our current boss knows what Wen Xiaosheng left behind."

This seems to make sense, if a store manager knows the answer, it is inevitable that the answer will be leaked.

After Song Sijun wrote the second half of the sentence, he left his address and left with a smile from the shopkeeper's customer service.

After Song Sijun left the bookstore, the manager of the bookstore took the note he left and went upstairs.

In the wing room upstairs sat a white-haired man. The man had snow-white hair, but he looked very young. He was full of white hair, but he was dressed in black. He was sitting lazily by the window, holding a piece of wood and a carving knife in his hand.On the side table, there is also a black eagle squatting.

After the shopkeeper bowed and saluted, "Master, someone answered the poem in the lobby."

Hearing this, the white-haired man didn't answer, but the black eagle beside him flew towards the shopkeeper, and then held the paper in the shopkeeper's hand to the white-haired man.

Thousand pointing fingers, head bowed as a willing ox.

The white-haired man looked at the words on it, and suddenly smiled. He put down the wood and carving knife in his hand, "I didn't expect there to be Daddy's hometown." He turned to look at the shopkeeper, "Go and find out who it is."

After the shopkeeper took the order to leave, the white-haired man looked at the wood on the table and said to himself: "I still need to see what his feet look like..."