Zhurou

Chapter 147
Since Pei Yong spoke, Zhao Mingzhi naturally believed everything.

She knew in her heart that such words were just a joke, but there was a third part of the test of truth and falsehood in it, which made it more difficult for people to answer, and because she didn't want to play it perfunctory, she had to hesitate for a while.

Pei Yong pressed one hand on the handle of the porcelain pot beside him, his eyes sank slightly, and he looked intently.

He was always considerate, but at this moment, for some reason, he clearly saw the embarrassment of the people around him, but he didn't answer the words, just waited quietly.

Zhao Mingzhi couldn't answer, and after a long while, he asked bluntly, "How does Second Brother want me to thank you?"

"Can you give me what I want?"

At this moment, out of trust, Zhao Mingzhi nodded without thinking, looked up again, nervously waiting for his reply.

Pei Yong didn't say anything, but looked at her with a smile, for a long time, he only asked in a low voice: "Isn't there no need to thank you for our friendship?"

His voice is actually very low, but in this noisy hall, on the side of the small table facing the wall, it is very clear, and because of his eyes looking straight, it seems to be looking into the bottom of people's hearts.

These few words are like the morning bell in an ancient temple, which is deafening, but with a continuous echo, Zhao Mingzhi's half body is inexplicably numb, and after a long time, he doesn't know how to answer.

Pei Yong smiled and said: "It is said that His Highness is used to buying people's hearts, why did you accept mine this time, but refuse to use it?"

But with such slander, Zhao Mingzhi was not dizzy yet, how could he admit it, and immediately said: "Could it be that I am relying on Second Brother at this time?"

"I used only my public heart all the way, so where did my selfishness go?" Pei Yong asked softly.

"I haven't used it for a long time. Although I can wait, I'm not afraid of waiting, but I'm afraid that after waiting for a long time, I won't even have a chance to rejoice."

I have already brought him and the Xijun from Jingzhao Mansion to the capital, and I have seen his ability to do things along the way, and the means are worthwhile. His intentions are really only expressed in words of sincerity. Not wavering.

She has never been limited by fame and restraint. Before, she was only worried about the person opposite, and she resolutely refused that day. Now, once she loosens up, although the uneasiness has not disappeared, she has relieved a little tension. After a few moments of hesitation, she finally raised her eyes and looked at On the right side, said softly: "Second brother is selfish, I will keep it for myself first, if I really can't, I will return it in the future, but I don't know whether it is appropriate or not?"

After speaking, because she didn't know how to do it, she first raised her head and then lowered her head, and saw that the small plate in front of her was filled with green peeled oranges that Pei Yongcai had peeled, but she hadn't even eaten them yet, and she was still an arm's length away from herself. The sour smell of meat came to the nose.

She reached out and took the green orange, took out the meat, wrapped the peel of the green orange with a handkerchief, put it back on the table, pushed it forward, and said: "Since I took it, I will use the orange peel as a receipt." , leave it as evidence for the second brother."

Pei Yong immediately reached out to receive it and put it in his arms.

He said: "Since I have received the token, I will also give the rest of my sundries to His Highness for use."

After speaking, he took something out of his sleeve and brought it to Zhao Mingzhi.

It was a thin envelope.

Zhao Mingzhi already guessed a little bit in his heart, reached out to take it, and was about to open it in front of him, but he couldn't move it, and after a glance, he found that the other half of the page was being pressed on the table with Pei Yong's fingers.

His eyes were extremely bright, and he said softly: "Go back and take it apart."

He said again: "It's getting late, I'm about to rest early, I'll take you back to the palace first, maybe I can see Guan Lu on the way."

The more gentle Pei Yong was, the harder it was for Zhao Mingzhi to refuse, so he had no choice but to accept it.

However, at this time she had regained her senses, and she felt that something was wrong, so she asked directly: "The matter just mentioned-if it is said that the law and order of the patrol shop in the city is transferred to the Western Army and the Imperial Army, it is barely reasonable, but the refugee rescued the disaster. Even if the second elder brother is willing to take over the matter, the Kyoto government government will not let it go, right?"

Pei Yongdao: "Lv Xianzhang is loyal and willing to contribute. In fact, he knows it very well, let alone last night and today..."

When he said this, he looked at Zhao Mingzhi's bright face, but paused, and said: "Forget it, some things are hard to explain, you just have to get up tomorrow and wait for my news."

Zhao Mingzhi made several guesses, and was led by Pei Yong to walk out. Because he was thinking about things in his heart, the rest of his movements were two points slower. The upper veil was only half covered when the top was sitting crookedly, but the other half of the light gauze was hooked by the hair bun, revealing half of the face.

She raised her hand to help, but suddenly heard a "clang" in front of her, and looked down, it turned out that a person's chopsticks from the other table fell to the ground, and it fell right under her feet.

Zhao Mingzhi stopped in a hurry, stepped on it at the risk of stepping on it, and when he looked up, he was staring at a person in a daze.

The man was dressed as a scholar, and turned sideways at this time, staring blankly at Zhao Mingzhi's face.

Now that he saw it, Zhao Mingzhi nodded slightly at him as a greeting, bent down and picked up the chopsticks on the ground, and handed them to the guards.

Mu Xiang followed up early, covered half of her body, and helped to cover the veil again.

A group of people went out, and the guards drove over, waiting for them to get on their horses and go back to the palace.

Only then did Zhao Mingzhi look like the scholar, as if struck by lightning, with his left hand hooking the sleeve of his right hand and holding a chopstick in his right hand, hanging in the air for a long time, neither picking up food nor putting it down, he just twisted his body and looked towards the door .

When there were not many people at the same table, they also realized that something was wrong, and quickly asked: "Fang Qun, what's wrong? Didn't you twist your waist?"

The rest of the people also asked: "What are you doing looking outside, it's so dark, what can you see clearly?"

It turns out that this person is Wei Fangqun who just insisted that his family is not superficial and frivolous, and that even in front of the princess today, he only values ​​virtue and not color.

When he was asked by his companion, he finally came to his senses, threw a chopstick in his hand, got up hastily, and rushed out of the door in a few steps.

At this time, Zhao Mingzhi's car had already driven away, mixed into the night and the faint lights, and there was no sign of him at all.

Wei Fangqun stood there in a daze, still remembering the beauty's appearance and figure, especially those watery eyes, when he walked, his waist narrowed, and he didn't have the mood to eat anymore, so he hurriedly called Xiaoer over and asked about Zhao Mingzhi's background for a long time.

Seeing that he was acting so confused, the companions couldn't help asking: "What are you looking for? Could it be that someone on the table just picked up your things and left?"

Wei Fangqun was still praising himself just now, so it is naturally impossible to reveal that he lost his composure because of seeing the woman's beauty, and even wanted to find out her family background in a hurry.

At this moment, he had no choice but to falter in the past, pretending nothing happened, but his heart still felt like a nest of ants fell into it, crawling around in it, itching him so badly.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally couldn't help asking the person at the same table: "Liao Fu, does your second uncle work in the left and right inspectors of the Kyoto government? If I want to find someone, can I ask him for help?"

(End of this chapter)