The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 46 046: Every time he gets angry, it's all because of her
Gu Qingyun straightened up and smiled lightly, "It's not good for children to eat too much sugar."

"Wrong," Nan Zhuohua retorted, biting off a hawthorn in his mouth and chewing, "This is not candy, this is candied haws."

Gu Qingyun was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

This little girl is really intelligent, it is understandable for Aunt Liu to lose to her every time.

"It's Fifth Sister who made a mistake. It's really not candy, it's candied haws," Gu Qingyun apologized with a gentle smile.

Nan Zhuohua seemed not to want to chat with her, so he stepped into the gate and went back.

Gu Qingyun stood where she was, staring at her small back with long eyes.

However, a four-year-old little milk baby is so intelligent and deep. If she grows up, she will be so meticulous. Who can match her in this Dajin daughter's family?
Gu Qingyun entered the door carrying the medicine box, and went back to fix Gu Ningyun's wrist.

The warm sun enveloped her body, but she didn't feel the slightest warmth. She sighed silently. Whether the fate of the Rongguo Duke's mansion in the future will be a blessing or a curse depends on the variable Nan Zhuohua.
On the way back, Nan Zhuohua happened to meet Gu Zhijin who was coming here not far away.

"Sister." Nan Zhuohua ran over happily.

With a smile on the corner of Gu Zhijin's mouth, he paused for a few breaths, and in the blink of an eye, Nan Zhuohua's short legs had already run over.

She heard Fudong say that Gu Ningyun was beaten in a restaurant, and remembering that Nan Zhuohua went to the market in the afternoon, it was the end of the year, and there were so many people in the street, so she couldn't help but come out to have a look, and happened to meet Nan Zhuohua coming back halfway .

Gu Zhijin let go of her worries, her expression became much more relaxed, she wiped the fine sweat from Nan Zhuohua's nose, and asked with a smile, "How did little girl go to the market?"

"I'm so happy," Nan Zhuohua said with a smile, and gave her a bunch of packaged candied haws. "Sister, try this candied haws. I bought it at the market. It's so sweet."

She didn't tell Gu Zhijin about Mei Zhu, her sister was not in good health and she didn't want to worry about her anymore, besides she was fine.

Gu Zhijin never had the heart to refuse the little girl's love. She tasted the bunch of candied haws, her eyes lighted up, and she said with a smile, "Little sister is right, it's really sweet."

It was indeed sweet, the taste that she had forgotten for a long time.

Gu Zhijin's sense of taste has gradually weakened after years of bitter medicine, and everything he eats tastes bitter, and it's rare to taste such sweet things again.

"As long as my sister likes it." Nan Zhuohua smiled happily, and when her sister was happy, she would be happy too.

Wuyu, who was holding a few pieces of fabric behind her, followed, Nan Zhuohua softly said to Gu Zhijin: "I bought some fabric, it's almost Chinese New Year, let's make new clothes and wear them well?"

Gu Zhijin responded well, her embroidery is very good, and a few clothes are no problem.

"Sister, let's go back and see how to make clothes look good."

Nan Zhuohua took Gu Zhijin's hand, and went back to Shengjin Courtyard with her, and had another dinner in the evening, although they were all plain porridge, but she liked Fudong's cooking skills very much.

After dinner, chat with Gu Zhijin for a while, and Nan Zhuohua will be at Suyin Academy.

Haishi, night cage cold water, moon cage gauze.

Take the Moon Palace.

Half of the window is cold, the moon shadow and the lights reflect each other, and the snow-clothed man in the hall who is holding a piece of chess is dotted with mottled glazed light.

In the empty and quiet hall, there is only the crisp sound of falling pieces, and the black and white pieces on the chessboard are intertwined, inseparable.

It's a dead end game.

"Master." Qing Yu came in from outside the hall.

"Say."

Yun Ranyue only answered one word, looked down at the chess game, and held the white piece with her fingertips, as if thinking about where it would fall.

Qing Yu informed him of the news he had just inquired about: "The crown prince just went to the imperial study to write a letter to impeach the Mei family."

Yun Ranyue's brows moved slightly, "Why?"

"It is said that the young master of the Mei family robbed the young girl in a restaurant today. After being bumped into by King Xiao and the son of Ling Rong, he still didn't know how to repent and shouted in the street."

Speaking of this, Qing Yu quietly glanced at her master, swallowed her saliva, and said the following words cautiously: "This subordinate also heard that the young girl that Mei Zhu robbed is, is-is the master of Yiguang County"

"Crack," there was a crisp sound.

The white piece in Yun Ranyue's hand fell somewhere, and the fingertips touching the piece were pale and cold.

He raised his hand, and the chessboard and case suddenly fell apart, and the pieces made of jade fell to the ground with a clatter, hitting the marble floor with an extraordinarily crisp and ear-piercing sound.

Qing Yu was frightened for a moment.

Sure enough, his master was angry.

After flicking the hem of her clothes, Yun Ranyue got up, her clear and shallow eyes were always flat and calm, but when she looked closely, there seemed to be a cloudy mist in the depths of her eyes, and the pupils slowly condensed into a little red.

He sat on another chair, closed his eyes, and tapped the desk next to him with his fingertips, silently.

The most tormented one was Qing Yu below, he knew that his master was always happy and angry, even when he was very angry, he never lost his temper like that, instead he was silent and calm.

And from the time when he followed his master, Qing Yu had never seen anyone who could stir up his anger.

Later, when he met her, every time the master got angry, it was because of her.

It was before, and it is now.

The fingertips tapping on the table paused, Yun Ranyue opened her eyelids, her pupils were as usual, black as ink, and asked in a flat tone: "The tax bank of the Northwest fiefdom is under the jurisdiction of the Marquis of Kangbei?"

Kangbei Hou Mei Jianfeng is Mei Zhu's father.

Qing Yu nodded: "Yes."

He also said: "This year's tax bank is being escorted back by the Marquis of Kangbei, and it has already arrived within a few hundred miles of the imperial capital. If there is no accident, it will arrive in the capital tomorrow."

The northwest fiefs have to pay tax money every year, and these tax money will be escorted back by the Marquis of Kangbei to pay the treasury at the end of the year.

Qing Yu thought to himself, the master suddenly became concerned about the Northwest tax bank, could it be that he wanted to.
He only heard Yun Ranyue's warm and cool voice: "The Mei family has lived a very happy life these past few years, otherwise, they would not be able to raise such an idle son as Mei Zhu."

So the meaning of the master is to make the Mei family suffer a little bit?

Yun Ranyue was calm and calm: "Tomorrow, I would like to hear the news of the theft of tax money escorted by Marquis Kang Bei."

Sure enough, the good times of the Mei family are coming to an end, and the ordeal is about to begin.

"My subordinate understands."

After answering, Qing Yu disappeared into the hall.

The hall was completely silent again, Yun Ranyue got up slowly, and stood halfway in front of the window with her hands behind her back, the moonlight pouring down on his porcelain-white face, as bright as jade.

"You are still the same as before, don't worry people."

Yun Ranyue murmured softly, like the wind and fog, her clear eyes stared into the distance, with light color.

At three o'clock in Haishi, the imperial study room.

Emperor Hongyuan was sitting on a chair. He was over half a hundred years old and had gray hair.

His face was sluggish, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. When Beiyan and Dajin fought, Emperor Hongyuan's heart was smoldering, and he suffered from the root cause of the disease. Occasionally, he would have a splitting headache. Over the years, his body became weaker and weaker, and he was supported by precious medicinal materials.

His cloudy but sharp eyes looked at the pile of memorials on the desk, and his eyes were faintly irritable.

Those are all memorials to the impeachment of Meizhu jointly written by the ministers of the DPRK and China.

(End of this chapter)