What Mu Ning said this time was much more detailed than what she had told Fan Qingyi before.
That was all, she didn’t dare to say anything more.
Qin Zhou listened to everything calmly before ordering Yuanbao to send her out.
She nervously took the gold ingots and left, not daring to look at Fan Qingyi and Qin Zhou again.
Qin Zhou's aura was too strong and she couldn't resist it.
"It seems that she only wants to talk to you. Once I'm here, she dare not tell the truth." Qin Zhou calmly watched Mu Ning leave and suddenly spoke.
"She may not know anything. She may just want to take the opportunity to make some money." Fan Qingyi's expression was calm as he calmly told her about his encounter with Mu Ning in the teahouse.
He asked Xiaotuanzi to report before he went out, and he acted uprightly and had nothing to hide.
Qin Zhou nodded after listening, staring at him, and asked in a normal tone: "Miss Song will be looking for a husband in three days, do you want to go?"
"Why not go?" Fan Qingyi was suddenly stared at so seriously that he was a little overwhelmed for a moment and said, "Go and join in the fun."
"good."
For three consecutive days, Fan Qingyi had no chance to go out alone.
For some reason, Murong Jin has been particularly clinging to him lately, like a piece of dog-skin plaster that cannot be peeled off even if Qin Zhou tries to peel it off himself.
It was raining intermittently outside again, not as heavy as on the first day, but still bearable. Liuzhou is in a good location and the drainage is normal, so there is no big problem, but the rain in some areas is not so kind.
So Qin Zhou had more things to do and spent most of her time in her room handling official business, wishing someone could help her take care of her son.
"Uncle Master, when are we going out to play?" Murong Jin raised his face from the pile of books with a look of grievance.
Fan Qingyi, who was reading a book nearby, didn't even raise his eyelids, and just said, "Have you finished writing?"
"Can I go out and play after I finish copying these ten thousand words?" Murong Jin raised his hand, which was a little swollen from holding the pen for a long time, and asked more aggrievedly.
Fan Qingyi gently turned the page and said calmly: "It depends on the weather. If it is still drizzling or cloudy, your mother may want you to practice boxing for two more hours, or play games." The implication is that you should give up.
"Then why were you able to go out when it rained last time?" Seeing that he didn't pay any attention to his emotional drama, Murong Jin simply lay on the desk and resisted weakly.
He felt like he was about to sprout.
Fan Qingyi put down the book and suddenly approached him with an unfathomable look on his face: "Sometimes adults don't need a reason to do things. You will understand this when you grow up."
Murong Jin wanted to ask more, but someone came in and interrupted him.
"Mr. Fan, our young master wants you to come over." Xiao Jinzi asked.
"OK."
Fan Qingyi rubbed Murong Jin's little head and stood up: "I'll go see if your mother has anything to do, you just write it down first."
"go Go."
Fan Qingyi walked in a hurry and did not notice the cunning that flashed across the eyes of the well-behaved and docile Murong Jin.
As soon as he left, Xiao Jinzi quickly came in to take his place and stood at the door of the inner room waiting for instructions.
"I'm a little tired after practicing calligraphy for so long. I want to eat Fire Cloud Fairy Bean Cake. You go and make it for me." Murong Jin put down his pen.
This Fire Cloud Fairy Bean Cake is Murong Jin's favorite cake. It has extremely high requirements for sweetness, appearance, and cooking time. Every time, Xiao Jinzi has to watch the imperial chefs make it.
"I'll go right away." Xiao Jinzi didn't doubt him. He instructed the guards outside the door and went downstairs himself.
(End of this chapter)