Yun Sheng Depths

Back at the Prime Minister's Mansion, Meng Xingzhou stood at the door with a long knife in his arms, his expression tense.

Seeing Lu Jia, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Brother, where have you been? As soon as I turned around, you were nowhere to be seen."

He also ordered Yuan Bao, "Go and tell Uncle Fu, there is no need to look for it, and I will take brother back to the house."

Along the way, Meng Xingzhou kept talking to him about the dangers outside, not to get lost, the world is not peaceful and so on.

It made Lu Jia's ears callused.

It seems that since Meng Xingzhou came back, Lu Xiang has been busy.

Either there is something wrong with the court, or there is something wrong with his disciples.

A treacherous situation is surging in the huge city of Ye.

The sky in Yecheng is about to change.

At the beginning of the month, Lu Jia received a letter.

Invite him to meet at the Southern Book Fair.

Since the Qiqiao Festival, Lu Jia hasn't gone out for a long time, and the prime minister's residence always has a dull and solemn atmosphere.

A tall courtyard wall separates a barrier.

It's boring.

Yuan Bao flirted with the girl that day, and saw the right thing.

After a little thought, Lu Jia took Yuanbao and went out.

Meng Xingzhou had a hard time going through that test, he brought his followers with him, and he agreed to send two guards to follow him, and he was only allowed to go out for one afternoon, and he had to come back before dinner.

Lu Jia always felt that this younger brother was like a little patriarch.

Let Yuan Bao go to work on his own, and go to the book market to find himself when he is done.

Lu Jia left the prime minister's mansion through the back door and stretched long.

Walk towards the book market in memory.

He had no way of knowing the situation in the Meng Mansion, Meng Xingzhou would not say anything, Prime Minister Meng was nowhere to be seen, and even Yuan Bao was probably told by ear, not to reveal a single word.

The system participated in some kind of assessment competition and asked for leave.

If you want to know the news, you can only ask yourself.

Fortunately, the original owner is not completely invisible to outsiders.

The book market is at the end of the alley in the south of the city.

Entering from the alley, there is a row of tile-roofed houses with low roofs, and a thin layer of dust has accumulated on the eaves. It seems that it has not rained for a long time. When a gust of wind blows, some will float down and land on the shoulders of pedestrians.The shops on this street are all similar in appearance, some sell porcelain and some sell calligraphy.

This street is full of scholars who like to go shopping, and most of the people who come and go are scholars.

Occasionally, a few young servants rushed into the study at a fast pace, and came out again in a whirl, rushing back.

In the innermost room, a big brass lock hung on the nose of the door.

There is a pair of couplets pasted on the door, and the red paper has turned white.

The door was wide open, and there was a stack of books at the door, clearly speaking, this was a bookstore.

Lu Jia knocked casually, but no one answered the door.

Then he entered the door, picked out a few books at random, and handed them to the guards following behind.

Said: "You wait for me here, I will go in and have a look, the owner of this bookstore is my friend."

Going further inside, there is a courtyard separated from the back door of the study and the wing room. Flowers and plants are planted in the courtyard, and a few wooden boards are laid on it to dry old books.

There were a few very shallow laughter, and Lu Jia looked for the sound and left.

A young man in a brocade robe was pressing down on a scholar in blue, covering his eyes and tickling him.

Seeing Lu Jia, he smiled even more heartily, "Jin Shu, Yun Sheng is here."

That Qingshan scholar is the owner of the bookstore, Luo Jinshu.

And the young master in brocade clothes and jade robes is the person Lu Jia is looking for, the original owner is a friend, He Mingli.

Luo Jinshu untied the white silk and returned it to He Mingli, blushing slightly, and said, "Yun Sheng, I'll go to the front to look at the store, let's chat."

He Mingli wrapped his fingers around the white silk, and looked at Luo Jinshu with a smile, "I've said it all, your small shop is remote and the business is not good. Why don't you come back with me and be my teacher."

Luo Jinshu glared at him, "Whoever is going, I am alone, happy to be at ease!"

"Why don't you go? You go to my house and live in my house. We can still play together."

"You don't have to come if you think it's far away." Luo Jinshu blushed, "I didn't ask you to come."

He Mingli's eyes widened, and he said, "I'm not too far away, why did you drive me away?"

"I, I, come to your bookstore to respect you and give you face."

"Then you go, don't come again."

Lu Jia can only be a peacemaker.

"You two don't quarrel, you have to quarrel every time, and you have to make up after the quarrel."

"Jinshu, you go to the front to look at the shop, I'll talk to Mingli about something."

Luo Jinshu blushed, unable to speak, glared at He Mingli, and went straight to the front door.

He Mingli looked back at Lu Jia, "Look at him, I want him to come back to the mansion with me as a husband, but he refuses to die. My family doesn't eat people."

After thinking about it, he said, "If you become a husband in my house, you will earn more money in a day than he does in a month."

The more he talked, the more angry he became: "Do you think he is stupid?"

Lu Jia rubbed his nose and said, "Don't force him to do things he doesn't like."

"But..." Seeing Luo Jinshu go straight out the door, He Mingli stomped his feet, "I like everything in this world."

"Things I like only account for one out of ten, and things I don't like but have to do account for ten percent."

"How can everything go well."

Lu Jia was a little amused, and said, "You want him to save enough money earlier and then go back to his hometown?"

He Mingli became anxious, "No, nothing. I just, just want him to live a better life."

Lu Jia nodded and said, "Then you can ask two servants to dress up as scholars and come to him to buy some books. Wouldn't it be better than clamoring for him to come to your house?"

"Yun Sheng, why didn't I expect that, you are so smart." He Mingli scratched his head.

Lu Jia started another topic and explained the purpose of coming: "You can handle this matter yourself, don't let your father know. By the way, you sent me a letter and asked me to come to this bookstore to look for you. What's the matter?"

He Mingli folded the white silk, put it carefully in his bosom, and said: "I heard that you came back from Xiaozhongshan, and wanted to find you, but my father said, if I go to your house ostentatiously and someone sees me, I will ask you to come back." Drop the tongue."

Lu Jia frowned.

He Mingli's father is the Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment, in charge of the criminal law of the world.

What happened to the Meng family?

He asked He Mingli: "Did something happen to my family? Before you came here, I didn't see your father have these concerns."

He Mingli looked nervous, "Yun Sheng, don't blame my father, your family has indeed been on the cusp recently, if I'm a bad one, it will be bad if I hurt you."

Lu Jia nodded and said, "Then tell me what happened in my family. My father is busy with political affairs, so Xingzhou doesn't tell me these things. Only after you tell me can I prepare early."

Seeing that Lu Jia's face was normal, he said: "It seems that they are disciples recommended by Prime Minister Meng. Several people who embezzled military pay have been found out. Recently, another person who was secretly collaborating with the enemy was caught, and he was also a former disciple of Prime Minister Meng."

Lu Jia frowned: "How could it be my father's protégé who did the crime?"

He Mingli said: "I can't say for sure about the matter in the court, but you go back and mention your father, don't offend anyone."

He Mingli patted him on the shoulder again, and said, "In the past, I wouldn't have dared to tell you these things, for fear that I would pass out if I didn't pay attention."

Lu Jia couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "Don't worry, it's not what it used to be, even ten catties of tofu won't knock me out."

He Mingli nodded, "That's true. I made an appointment with Jinshu to see a shadow puppet show at night. Are you going?"

Lu Jia shook his head and said, "I won't go, I have access control, I have to go back before evening."

"How old are you, who set up the gate for you?"

"Row the boat."

"General Meng? General Meng really cares about you. Who is the younger brother of the two of you? I think it's you."

Lu Jia could only echo, "Yes, yes."

He Mingli walked towards the front door, and said: "When the matter is over, I will take my sister to your house. She has long wanted to see what the world-renowned General Zhenyuan looks like."

Lu Jia followed behind him and said, "Okay, you guys come on, just hold him back so I can catch my breath."

Luo Jinshu was moving the stack of books at the front door, and He Mingli hurried over, "Didn't you tell me that I would move it, so can't you take a break?"

Luo Jinshu blushed and said, "I don't want you to move, you can find the teacher by yourself, don't come here!"

He Mingli squatted on top of him, pulled out the handkerchief, and handed it to him, "Take it to your heart when I say angry words, so why don't you take it to your heart when I say so many good things."

Luo Jinshu dropped He Mingli and went back.

He Mingli helped him pile up the books on the floor and tied them up neatly. When he passed by Lu Jia, he said to him helplessly, "Look, does he make me angry?"

Lu Jia said, "Then you don't have to come to see him."

"That can't be done. Here are my favorite books, and I will never tire of them."

After finishing speaking, he flashed through the back door.

After a while, soft voices came from inside.

Probably coaxed again.

"Hello, Mr. Lu."

"Xiaoqi? Are you finished with the assessment?"

"Yes."

"Do you think they can do it?"

"Mr. Lu wants to hear the truth?"

"never mind."

The only son of an important official of the imperial court, the proud son of heaven, loved by thousands of people.

A down-and-out scholar, impoverished.

They are still boys.

difficult.

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