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Ji Wenyuan suddenly felt bored again from the bottom of his heart, and cut off the energy supply without saying a word.

Looking at the suddenly blurred sky-peeping mirror, he let out a breath slowly.The smell of burnt medicine in the room lingered, and as the breath poured into the lungs, it seemed that an indescribable bitter taste had accumulated in the chest cavity.He pushed open the closed windows, allowing the cold wind to flow into the warm room to sweep away the burnt dust of the gunpowder, and also to blow the candles flickering.

The location of Medicine Valley is in winter, and there are thin ice balls floating on the lake.Standing by the window and quietly staring at the clear lake water in the distance for a moment, Ji Wenyuan casually played out a water-controlling formula to draw a stream of clear water into the basin.He scooped up a handful of water and slapped it on his face, the cold made his skin tingle slightly, but he submerged his fingers in the water again unconsciously, looking down at his blurred reflection in the water.

Half of the face of the person in the water is illuminated by the light from the window, and the other half is hidden in the shadows. A pair of light-colored eyes appear deep and cold, revealing scrutiny.

……

More than a hundred miles away from Medicine Valley, Baitong Town, Mujiang Prefecture.

A handsome young man was leaning on the mahogany chair with his chin resting on one hand, tapping on the desk with his slender, white fingers.His slightly raised Danfeng eyes were looking around casually at this moment, their eyes were out of focus, but they were roughly staring at the door and window.

"Hurrah—"

A huge night owl suddenly smashed through the half-closed carved wooden window and flew into the room. The strong wind lifted the paper in front of the boy, and he held it down casually.There was a stone mirror in Ye Xiao's claws, and when it flew in front of the young man, its figure suddenly blurred and merged into the stone mirror little by little, making the originally chaotic mirror shimmer.

The boy stopped knocking on the desk, his gaze stayed on the stone mirror, and he gave a soft "tsk".He narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and his expression gradually became loose and frivolous. With a flick of his finger, an explosive barrage erupted suddenly on the sky mirror.

[Scrape, wipe, shit, why is the screen still black! ! ! 】

[upstairs is sb]

[Where's the production team?Come out and explain! ! ! 】

[Garbage company, cheating consumers!Never buy Tianheng Group products again! 】

[GM: There is an error in the signal connection, urgent repairs are underway...]

【Emergency maintenance in progress...】

[User forced to log off...]

These are all the backlogged information when the Skyscope’s energy was cut off. At this time, it passed by in a flash, and finally stopped at the notification information that the awakened brats forcibly drove away the earth viewers who were online at the point.

After a while, a new barrage finally popped up.

[Senior Han? 】

Han Yanghao replied lazily, and said, "Hey, are you still there? I thought everyone just skipped class."

He didn't wait for those brats to say anything more, and sighed to himself: "Hey, you are going to be unlucky, Mr. Ji has already been struck by your dullness, and now you can only hang out with me."

[Senior Han is also very good! 】

[……Blunt talent, afraid to speak]

【What does Senior Han want to teach us? 】

"How could you be so foolish as to think that I have something to teach you?" Han Yanghao propped his chin, frowned and said in an inconceivable tone: "I am relying on Mr. Ji to cover me!"

The bullet screen was silent for a few seconds.

[But the teaching plan...wasn't it written by you, senior? 】

Han Yanghao stared at the bullet screen with subtly condemning eyes: "Although it's a bit embarrassing to admit it, in fact I didn't write it. Mr. Ji doesn't like to talk, I just help him read the lines."

【The script...】

Han Yanghao said with a deep expression, "I copied that from the Internet."

【But... you lived for 7000 years...】

Han Yanghao clasped his hands and supported his chin with a blushing expression: "Do I have to say it straight? That's right! I have been paddling next to Mr. Ji for 7000 years! These days, if I have a good-looking face and a caring personality, that's enough." Yes! Everything can be done by Mr. Ji, I just need to call 666 at the side. Seriously, you should leave as soon as possible, and cry to the leader of Tianji now, maybe there will be a new way out .”

Han Yanghao waited for a long time, and finally someone asked in disbelief.

【Senior... Are you kidding me? 】

"Who's kidding? I'm thinking of you!" Han Yanghao became furious, ignored them, and casually picked up the book on the table to read.Through the angle of the sky-peeping mirror, the awakened ones can just see the cover of the book, which is colorful and seriously inconsistent with the style of this world——on the cover is written "Overbearing President Falls in Love with Me" in cursive script

The barrage was suddenly dead silent.

Looking back now, for such a long time, it was indeed only Ji Wenyuan who sincerely wanted to impart skills to them. When it was Han Yanghao's turn, they only heard a little analysis of Ji Wenyuan's achievements at most, and most of them All the time...he was joking with them.

After a long silence, Ye Xiao's weak source of power was completely exhausted, and the sky-watching mirror dimmed again.Han Yanghao glanced at the thing, with an inexplicable smile on his face, and no longer replenished energy for it, but just stuffed it back into the secret pattern of space.With a light swipe of his finger, the phantom array attached to the book immediately failed, and it returned to the original thick account book.

And almost at the next moment, the door of the study room was pushed open with a bang, and a fat middle-aged man in a red court uniform strode in. His squinted eyes hidden in his fat suddenly lit up when he saw Han Yanghao: "Mr. Song is indeed here! It's been a hard time for Mr. Song during this time."

Han Yanghao's expression was not disturbed at all, he immediately got up and bowed, with a gentle smile on his face: "Master Zhou Mu, you are being polite, this is what I should do."

Zhou Mu laughed, and strode forward to help Han Yanghao: "Mr. Song, you don't have to be humble. I have noticed the changes in Mujiang Prefecture in the past three months. The official entrusted by Mr. Good news will come from Beijing in time!"

Hearing this, Han Yanghao did not show any joy, instead his eyes were slightly sad, and he slowly shook his head: "Master Lao, you have to worry about it. I just sent a letter to my next family, saying that my father had been ill for a long time and passed away last month. I'm afraid I have to Wait another three years."

According to the State-Owned Law of Zhuyun, if a court official's parents die, no matter what position the person holds, he must return to his ancestral home for three years.

Fat Zhou Mu was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "My condolences, sir. I wonder when Mr. Song plans to leave Mujiang Prefecture?"

Han Yanghao smiled, his smile was full of bitterness and helplessness, and his eyes were extremely complicated: "I'm afraid... I don't need to go back. For these three years, I will stay here to share your worries."

Han Yanghao's status at this time is not official, and he is not within the scope of Ding You's control, so it's okay to act like this.Seeing this situation, Zhou Mu immediately realized that Song Zijue's relationship with the family must not be harmonious. He smiled calmly: "It is my honor to have Mr. Song's help. If Mr. Song needs anything, you can talk to me at any time."

"Then I will thank you first." Han Yanghao bowed again and said with a smile, "I wonder if my lord is here to discuss something important?"

Nazhou Mu coughed lightly, and said angrily, "It's not that Yu Jingxuan! It's so greedy and greedy! The official sent someone to ask him for this year's land tax, but he insisted that this year's drought and banditry were serious, so he paid it. Ten dans of grain! This is an insult to the official, who knows that no matter how good his family's [-] mu of fertile land is, it is impossible to lose the tax of [-] carts!"

"It turns out that my lord is worried about this." Han Yanghao smiled, and picked up those paper pages from the table that were filled with elegant and beautiful characters and handed them to Zhou Mu. "These are three strategies, and your lord can use them for reference."

"Mr. really expected it!" Zhou Mu's eyes lit up, and he read quickly as if he had found a treasure.

Zhou Mu read it three times, slapped his chubby stomach and praised: "Good! Good! Good! Mr. Song is a great talent. When I arrange this matter, I must invite you to enjoy it at the 'Yuemingzhai'." Whole fish feast!"

Han Yanghao smiled without saying a word.

At the same time, three miles outside Baitong Town, a luxuriously decorated sandalwood carriage was driving towards the city along a flat road.

"Tweety, pull the curtain tighter, and look at the cold wind seeping in."

The maid named Tweety timidly replied "Yes", her little hands were already frozen red from the cold, but she didn't dare to let go of the hand holding the curtain of the car at all, and even tried to use her thin body to block the middle of the curtain In front of the air leakage gap, even if shivering, he did not flinch.

Sitting in the carriage was a handsome young man, he looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with soft brows and eyes, a smile on his lips, and a cup of hot tea in his hand, slowly sipping.

The young man looked at Tweety with a smile, and said warmly, "Tweety, are you cold?"

Cui'er's crown trembled: "Hui, if you come back to the son, the servant will not be cold."

The young man sighed: "Tui'er, lying is not something a good girl should do. Don't be brave, come and have some hot tea." He raised his hand and handed the teacup to Cui'er firmly. in front of my son.

The steaming tea should have been irresistible to Tweet, who was about to freeze, but there was only deep fear in her eyes: "Thank you, Your Royal Highness, for the reward, servants dare not."

The young son sighed regretfully, took his teacup back to his lips and took a sip, and said in a pampered and helpless way: "You are just too cautious."

Tweety trembled when she heard the words, and dared not answer.

Shizi half-closed his eyes, his pale fingers caressed the soft down on his fox fur cloak, and the smile on his lips became more and more obvious.

"I can feel...it's getting closer to me."