The next day, Huo Yuyan didn't see Jiang Suizhou in the Imperial Study Room. The dog-legged eunuch who was guarding King Jing in the Imperial Study Room.
Huo Yuyan entered the imperial study room. Before speaking, he saw the eunuch greeted him with a flattering smile, and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness, are you looking for our prince?"
I really will put gold on my face.
Huo Yuyan's expression became colder, and she gave him a cool look.
But this eunuch is least likely to look at people's winks. Seeing that Huo Yuyan looked calm, he didn't notice it at all, and explained with a smile: "Our prince is upset today, so we won't come, and we will send a special slave to say hello to His Royal Highness."
Huo Yuyan said coldly: "I see, you can go back."
The eunuch sighed and stepped back.
Huo Yuyan turned his head and glanced at his back, showing two doubts on his face.
But then, his doubts were answered.
When the eunuch retired, Huo Yuyan sat in the dragon chair for a while, only to find that the books on the dragon case were missing a lot. He roughly read it and found that all the files he had dealt with over the time regarding the transfer of various officials had disappeared.
Sure enough, there must be a demon if something goes wrong.
"I had some notes that I didn't finish processing yesterday. Go and ask, why aren't they here?" Huo Yuyan frowned and ordered the little eunuch beside him.
The little eunuch responded and hurried to ask.
After a while, the little eunuch ran back all the way and hurriedly said: "His Royal Highness, people outside said that it was General Huo who came to the Imperial Study Room today and asked if you have been busy lately. I heard that these files are all handled by you. Okay, I took it away and said to distribute it for you."
Those files have indeed been sorted out, but Huo Yuyan has always been cautious.
However, Huo Wujiu's move seemed to be really helping him, but it was self-defeating.
At this time, he couldn't say anything, so he gritted his teeth and whispered in a low voice, "I know. Send someone back to thank Wugui for me."
The little eunuch responded.
Seeing Huo Yuyan's expression ugly, sitting in front of the imperial case but having nothing to do, the little eunuch hurried forward and whispered: "However, I heard that Miss Lou did not go to the military today."
Huo Yuyan paused, then looked up and asked: "Then where did she go?"
The little eunuch said: "I heard that Miss Lou Suori loves to play around in Lin'an City. There is nothing to do today. His Royal Highness is tired these days, so it's better to relax. If you are a newcomer, it is better to let Miss Lou be an expert Are you going around?"
Huo Yuyan paused, then let out a faint smile.
"How to bother others," he said softly.
"Not to be a nuisance! Miss Lou loves to be lively, and I must also like to travel with others! If your Royal Highness is willing, why don't you ask a slave to inquire about it?"
Huo Yuyan pondered for a moment, then gave a hmm.
"Alright." He said. "Just be cautious. Don't be abrupt. It's not good to disturb Miss Lou."
The little eunuch smiled ambiguously, and he kept saying yes.
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Lou Wanjun is indeed a busy person.
It was mainly a few days ago that she met several new friends at the banquet to welcome Huo Yuyan. Those new friends were all generals under Huo Wujiu's command. They had no chance of contact before, and after a drink together, they were considered acquaintances.
These people all have fun-loving personalities all around, and even if they have just moved south, they have explored all the good places in Lin'an City. They said that there is a sorghum wine in the West Market that is excellent, not to mention the high mellowness, the fragrance can be smelled half a mile away, and it is even stronger and fragrant when you drink it in your mouth.
He just said Lou Wanjun was greedy.
Just these few days, due to the large number of nobles in the city, Huo Wujiu always went to the barracks again, so these generals were strictly guarding their posts and did not dare to move around.
On the contrary, Lou Wanjun was quiet and free, so he was swayed by the generals and slipped into the city to buy wine.
Lou Wanjun liked this job very much, and she agreed without saying a word.
However, the West Market is very large, the generals are not familiar with their lives, and the positions given are not precise. Lou Wanjun was not too troublesome, strolling around the West Market, and followed the smell to find the shop.
As a result, before the shop could find her, she was attracted by the sound of a smash.
Not far in front of her, there were a few scholar-like people standing around, and they smashed them.
As they smashed something on the ground, there was a clattering sound. What came out of the crowd, Lou Wanjun glanced intently, it was a pen.
"Let me see, we Lin'an genius Nie Cong, Grand Master Nie, what are we writing?" One of them raised his voice and said in the crowd.
Then, he read what was in his hand strangely.
"My wife Gui E, how is the house okay during my absence? When the rice should be harvested at home, I will work in the city. If I can't go back, you and our mother will have to..."
He heard a clear voice in the crowd interrupting him.
"Brother Du, this is a private letter from someone else, it's better not to make it public," the person said.
"Are you not all personal letters written by you?" the man screamed. "Knowing that Master Nie, you are very poor, you want to come out to set up a stall to write letters to this group of illiterate poor people to make money, and you don't have to be self-conscious and write these shit and unreasonable things, right?"
"The letter was written to his wife, not to Brother Du for your taste." The clear voice rang again. "Please return this letter."
"Give it back to you? If you have the ability, you can grab it? Nie Cong, if you dare to move my finger here, then you will become a murderer in the downtown area. See if you still have the qualifications to participate in the test in the coming year?"
Lou Wanjun frowned as she listened.
Who is this person? Openly smashed the writing booth in the busy city, and even bite back
Lou Wanjun couldn't see such a thing when she was a child, and as soon as she stroked her sleeve, she had to push away the crowd and rush in.
At this moment, an old woman held her by her side.
"Girl, don't go!" The old woman was an insole seller, with rough calluses on her hands.
Lou Wanjun turned around and saw the old woman hurriedly persuading him: "That Young Master Du, a young master of a high-ranking official family, has been making trouble here several times, and no one dares to care."
Lou Wanjun frowned: "Then why is he making trouble?"
The old woman lowered her voice: "The young man who wrote the letter is from a poor family, but he won the top spot in the rural exam. This young man is the same year as him, so he is jealous."
Lou Wanjun sneered: "What high official, I'm going to meet."
With his son of a high-ranking official, even if he was Huo Wujiu's son, she would still be able to beat him.
The old woman hurriedly pulled her: "Girl! This is going to drop your head!"
Lou Wanjun patted her hand and said warmly, "Madam, don't be afraid, I am better than him."
With that said, she turned around, swiping her sleeves, and pushed aside the crowd.
That Young Master Du took a few small attendants, and they were splashing around at the moment. I saw that the writing booth was smashed into a mess, and the boy was holding the letter in his hand, and he kept leaning in front of the young man who wrote the letter.
And the young man stood in place like a green pine, his hands clenched tightly to his side, and the blue veins on the back of his thin white hands were slightly raised.
"You do it, come, just say hello to the young master!" Young Master Du was still yelling.
Lou Wanjun strode forward and slipped up the collar of his neck.
"Okay, it's all up to you." She gritted her teeth and dropped the young man Du with one hand. She made a heavy fist towards the face he had just moved forward.
Suddenly, people turned their backs on their backs, and were startled by the exclamation around them.
Lou Wanjun can't take care of these. This young man is just a weak chicken who can only chant poems and paint, and in front of her is worse than the sandbags in the barracks. With one hand in her hand, she only greeted him on the face, and easily beat the son to a bruised face.
Then, as soon as she raised her hand, she pulled the young man into the corner of the wall.
There was even a slight applause from the onlookers.
"Who, dare to be presumptuous here!" a little guy next to him hurriedly said loudly.
In the next moment, Lou Wanjun held his collar.
"I was just about to ask you." She twitched her mouth and gave a grinning grin. "Let me hear, your father is an incredible high official, dare you make you mess in the downtown?"
Mr. Du, who was beaten with a swollen nose and swollen face, finally opened his eyes and said loudly: "Where is the stinky girl! I really want to die!"
Hearing the words "Smelly Lady", Lou Wanjun let out a hissing breath, rolled up her sleeves and rushed forward to beat him up again.
But at this moment, one person raised his hand to stop her.
The coarse cloth robe has rough stitches, but it is indescribably clean and straight when worn on that person. The hand that stood in front of Lou Wanjun was quite white, so she raised her head and looked at the owner of that hand.
… What a handsome young boy!
Lou Wanjun's eyes paused, and she couldn't help but glance again.
He is clean and tall, with sloppy eyebrows and a little coldness, with a faint smell of writing and ink on his body.
It seemed that it was the young man named Nie Cong that they had just mentioned.
"Girls don't need to." Nie Cong said, really, his voice was clear, it was him. "This person is not easy to provoke, so I can deal with it by myself. The girl should leave first."
Lou Wanjun looked at him and then at herself.
Sure enough, the clothes she wore were neat and clean, and looked very simple, not like a powerful person at all. She has never had the habit of showing off, plus she always practises martial arts on horseback. Such clothes are comfortable to wear.
But at this moment, Lou Wanjun had a strong desire for expression.
This kind of boy who is bullied on the street is not humble or arrogant, and is still worried about influencing her at such a critical moment. Who wouldn't want to protect
Lou Wanjun raised her hand on the young man's arm, smiled at him, and said, "Don't worry."
As she said, she strode forward, under the eyes of everyone, walked in front of Mr. Du, and kicked him a few times.
Then, she knelt down and lifted him up. She wiped the silver from him with one hand, and when she raised her hand, she threw it to Nie Cong.
"Pay for your letter stand." Lou Wanjun turned to Nie Cong and said. "Take it."
Then she turned around and said to Lord Nadu in a loud voice.
"Now, tell me who your father is and open my eyes." she said.
The corners of Mr. Du's mouth were swollen, and the words were a little vague at this time, but he still said loudly: "My father is Du Ren, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, why, do you think you are a gangster who can afford it!"
Lou Wanjun laughed.
"Ashamed, I really can afford it," she said. "Make a bet, believe it or not? Today, neither your father nor you have good fruit."
With that, she threw Young Master Du to the ground and stood up.
"Keep talking!" Du Gongzi was still stiff.
"There are more crazy ones." Lou Wanjun glanced down at him, then turned around, and glanced over the few of his attendants.
"You guys, remember clearly. Whoever dares to make trouble here, then next time you will be beaten by Lou Yue. The next time you will be beaten by Huo Wujiu."
People around me don't know who the girl in front of me is, but no one knows who General Lou Yuelou is and who Huo Wujiu is.
There was a scream of exclamation around, and even those few attendants were frightened and weakened.
At this moment, a carriage drove by and hurriedly stopped aside.
"Sister Wanjun?" The man in the car opened the curtain, showing just the right surprise on his face.
Lou Wanjun turned her head and blinked in confusion.
Huo Yuyan? Why does he appear here
For a moment, Lou Wanjun didn't know whether to call him Brother Huo or His Royal Highness, and stood a little awkwardly on the spot.
However, Huo Yuyan in the car swept away the people present without a trace.
The few young boys who had been beaten didn't need to look at them, and the people onlookers didn't have much to look at.
It is worth noting that Lou Wanjun's spirited and unequal appearance at this time, and the shabby young man standing next to the smashed stall.
He is tall, tall, and looks... also extremely outstanding.
Huo Yuyan's expression darkened.