Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 34 I Want To See The Moon Suddenly

The Seventh Prince's Mansion.

Mo Junli was sitting by the window, stretching his arms lazily, shaking the long-haired wolf hair with some dry ink in his hand, and a few words were scattered on the rice paper.

"Master, last month we secretly purchased a batch of food and fodder for soldiers and horses, which consumed a lot of money. In addition to the various expenses of your prince's residence... He Ling said that although the accounts in the Moon Pavilion did not show a deficit, But it’s not far away, he asked you to think of a way, or—” Standing in the corner opposite the desk, Yan Chuan, who reported the news, lowered his eyes halfway, thinking of the two words He Ling said, his The scalp can't stop numb.

"Huh? Or what?" Mo Junli raised his eyebrows. He knew that Heling's mouth was usually damaged and poisonous, but every time he couldn't help but want to hear what kind of words this bastard could utter.

"...Or when you are asked to buy things, let your mind disappear from time to time, control your hands that are not in control, don't send everything you have to the cabinet, you buy it every month The odds and ends of the money are enough for us to raise two more elites." Yan Chuan swallowed, and continued to convey, "Besides, the Prince's Mansion is not an ash pit (garbage dump), and it can't put so much waste|waste. "

"laugh--"

Mo Junli's hand trembled, and the withered ink wolf hair dragged out a foot-long hideous ink mark on the paper. The sound of the paper and pen rubbing was dry and harsh. This was the first time Yan Chuan knew that paper and pen could make such an unpleasant sound.

"What do you mean it's not far from the deficit?" Mo Junli put down the poor wolf hair that was about to be bald by him, and then forcibly changed the subject. Yan Chuan took out the booklet that he carried with him, bowed his head Check it out for a while: "You didn't keep any of last month's monthly salary, and last year's profit in the pavilion also dropped by [-]%. When your salary for this month is paid out, there will probably be some money left."

hiss~
Mo Junli took a deep breath, he was too lazy to care about these things, and he didn't have any idea about money. In the past, he bought things that were pleasing to the eye and bought them. How could he think that there are so many bits and pieces in total?

"Those things...are they really so expensive?" Mo Junli was suspicious. Thinking of money, his brain couldn't stop the pain, as if he had returned to the scene of officials who had just been enthroned two days ago in his previous life. debt collection.

Mo Shuyuan's dog is used to extravagance, lust, luxury, jewelry, gold and silver are desperately sent to his private treasury, but Qianping has a fixed amount of tax every year, and the tax has to be reduced in case of drought and flood disasters—— Most of the people deducted more than half, and the rest is naturally not enough for a hundred official points.

If you can't get enough of that dog stuff, you'll paint cakes randomly. The owner's family owes a hundred taels of gold, and the west's family sends people thousands of buckets of rice. to his head.

Fortunately, he found that guy's private treasury in advance, otherwise, he would have been stripped of his skin by the poor and red-eyed civil and military officials?
Terrible.

"Actually, it's not very expensive. Our money is supposed to be enough. It's just that Heling's temper... You know that if the net profit drops by [-]%, he will feel uncomfortable all over, and he won't spend another half a copper coin no matter what." Yan Chuan crushed the paper in his hand, and silently put away the booklet after finishing speaking.

Mo Junli thought for a moment after hearing the words: "Forget it, I will go to the palace tonight and cry with the old man. Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for some time."

No, no, I think that with your momentum of entering the palace three times a month (forced by He Ling) to cry poorly, His Majesty may not want to see you at all.

Yan Chuan secretly slandered, with a serious and serious face, and even nodded his head to show his approval.

"Yanchuan, is there anything else? If there is nothing else, you can step back." Mo Junli pointed at the table, thinking about how to cry poorly with Emperor Yunjing tonight.

"In addition, master, the letter from Mrs. Wang said that the brothers and sisters of the Zhan family were bought by people from the Duke's Mansion." Yan Chuan slightly lowered his voice, and Mo Junli was slightly surprised when he heard this: "Eh? The Duke of the State negotiated, you have to wait for a year and a half, and then take the two away after the limelight dies down, right? Why is it suddenly brought forward?"

"Your Majesty and the Duke of the Kingdom did plan to wait for some time, but the person who went to Dongshi to pick up someone today...is Miss San." Yan Chuan paused at this point, pretending to cough lightly, "Cough, I heard it was the third lady." I bought it back to be a bodyguard, probably because the reason seemed reasonable, so the Duke and His Majesty pushed the boat along."

"Is there a shortage of guards in the Duke's Mansion?" Mo Junli frowned, folded his hands under his nose, and mentioned the third lady of the Duke's Mansion. His arm, which was smashed by an inkstone two days ago, was still aching. .

However, that little fox is very ghostly, he doesn't believe that she bought the two just for the simple reason of getting a pair of guards and maids.

"Whether it's missing or not, my subordinates don't quite know, but my subordinates know that young master Zhan is really handsome." Yan Chuan raised his eyebrows and boldly put forward a hypothesis, "Ms. Maybe it’s good for the eyes in the courtyard, after all, the girls like it.”

Looks pretty.

Mo Junli's throat sweetened, and he stared at Yan Chuan for a long while, but couldn't utter a word.

He felt that he must have left too few tasks for them on weekdays, otherwise how could Yanchuan have the mind to come up with so many weird and far-fetched ideas?
"Eh? Master, why are you looking at your subordinates like this?" Yan Chuan, who felt Mo Junli's eyes like looking at a dead man, took half a step back and hit the wall calmly, his face still full of seriousness, "What do you want?" , Miss San will be eleven years old, and although she has not yet reached the age of first love, she has reached the time when her daughter's family's thoughts are sprouting, so it is normal to raise a good-looking guard to satisfy the eye addiction?"

He doesn't care, he doesn't listen, he is definitely not making up a woman's mouth, this must be a reasonable assumption.

Thinking about it this way...it seems to make sense.

Mo Junli frowned suddenly, the heart in his chest that belonged exclusively to the old father trembled again and again, and his thoughts also turned back and forth. When Yan Chuan said this, he really had something in his heart: "My cabbage was killed The wonderful illusion of "the pig is arched", followed by "what the hell is this girl doing again".

This is not good, the little girl's family is not very old, how can it be reasonable to get involved in these romantic things early?
"Okay, I got it, you go down." Mo Junli got up and brushed off his sleeves, and made a gesture to go out of the house. Yan Chuan glanced at the gilt token on the table, and couldn't help but blinked blankly. Yan: "Master, you didn't bring a badge, how did you enter the palace?"

"Enter the palace? Who said I want to enter the palace." Mo Junli slightly pulled the corners of his lips, looked back and smiled serenely, "It's not urgent to cry for a while, it's the same if you cry tomorrow."

"I'm just going to change clothes—tonight, I suddenly want to go to watch the moon first."

　Mo Junli: The anger from the old father, don't suffer from the little cabbage from the old husband's house (not yet an adult)! !

　　Then A Ci was trapped on the wall of Fulanxuan in the middle of the night.

　　A Ci: Mom is mentally retarded, children are trouble

　　
　
(End of this chapter)