Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 334

Fenqin and the dumb slave had already used up their dinner, and when they saw Huan Zicheng coming out, they both stood up.

"Lang Jun, are you going back now?" Fen Qin asked, her little face was still rosy after eating, and she looked completely refreshed.

Huan Zicheng let out a "hmm", without pausing at all, he walked out with his long legs.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door of the elegant room, and then the shop assistant's voice came in: "Mr. Huan Dalang, the people from the Zunfu have come and said they have something to report." The shop assistant He speaks a non-standard official dialect, and his voice is very respectful.

Huan Zicheng stopped, his eyebrows twitched.

In the previous life, in July of the 13th year of Zhongyuan, the Huan family was trapped in the west of Liaosi like a pool of stagnant water. Where did the important thing come from?

Based on the calculation of time, the few people he sent to Dadu did not travel so fast, and they should still be scattered all over the place to avoid the court's pursuit.

Could it be that his father wanted to ask about the whole story of the assassination?

Thinking in his heart, Huan Zicheng turned around and walked to the desk to sit down.

Fen Qin looked at his expression and knew that he meant to bring someone in to talk, so she stepped forward and opened the door, and said to the shop assistant: "Understood, you can bring him here."

The clerk bowed and stepped back, not long after, he led a middle-aged man in a rough blue shirt over, and immediately bowed and stepped back.

Fen Qin carefully looked at the person who came, and recognized that it was a steward of the Huan family, who was usually considered a dignified person, so Fen Qin nodded at him old-fashionedly, ushered him in, and closed the door again.

After entering the door, the steward bowed to Huan Zicheng, and said respectfully: "Master, Lord, please go back quickly, there is a visitor."

Have a guest?

Huan Zicheng frowned slightly.

In the previous life, there was no such thing.

Besides, where did the current Huan family come from?I've been isolated in western Liaoning for more than ten years, and I don't have the heart of a king, and my relatives and friends are full of friends. Is there anyone who is full enough to come to recognize the door of Huan's family?
Looking down at the steward, Huan Zicheng opened his lips and asked, "Is there a guest? Where did you come from?" There was a natural coldness in his voice.

The steward bowed his body down, and his voice became more and more cautious: "Returning to Mr. Dalang, the person here is a bhikkhuni."

Bhikkhuni?
Huan Zicheng raised his eyebrows slightly, pondered for a moment, and suddenly his pupils shrank.

Bhikkhuni!
It turned out to be a bhikkhuni!

Suddenly, a thin figure of a woman appeared in his mind, dressed in purple clothes and sandals, tall and gentle, with beautiful eyebrows.Immediately, another figure appeared, and on that young and ordinary face, expressions of grief, anger, pain and madness were intertwined.

Huan Zicheng's eyes moved.

interesting.

If this bhikkhuni was the one he thought of, then the matter would become even more interesting.

"The bhikkhuni...what's your name?" He asked quietly.

Huan Zicheng's body was sitting still and his demeanor was as cold as snow. At this moment, Huan Zicheng was clearly in the same place, but the steward felt as if he was standing on a huge cliff and his face was full of water.He unconsciously bent his body down again, his face was almost pressed against the ground, and his voice trembled even more: "I... I heard that bhikkhuni claimed to be... called... Juehui."

"Crack", a tiny sound came from Huan Zicheng's sleeve.

The tips of the dumb slave's ears moved, but his expression did not change, he was still smiling and naive.

Except for him, Fen Qin and the steward didn't hear that soft sound at all.They just felt at the same time that Da Langjun's aura suddenly became very...strange.

The two of them lowered their heads and lowered their eyes at the same time, trying to minimize the sense of existence, not even daring to breathe.

Fortunately, this situation didn't last long, soon, the aura from Huan Zicheng's body dissipated, and he returned to his usual indifference and coldness.

"I see, I'll go back now." He said to the steward, paused, and said, "You can go with the car too."

Hearing the words, the steward trembled with fright, but he didn't dare to say anything, he said yes, then stepped back and stood there with his hands tied.

Seeing him and Fen Qin's silent silence, Huan Zicheng's eyes showed a trace of extremely shallow emotion again.

In the previous life, none of these servants were spared, and they all died under the city.

The fate of this middle-aged steward should be the same as Fen Qin's.

The bullock cart made a "squeaky" noise, carrying the Huan family's four masters and servants along the widest stone road in the county to the city gate.

The westerly wind blows by, bringing with it a smell of burning wild grass, which is slightly smoky, but also contains a hint of dryness.

Huan Zicheng looked up at the blue sky with a dazed expression.

Fen Qin carefully shrank aside, not daring to make a sound.

After a long time, Huan Zicheng's cold voice suddenly rang out: "Has Mr. Su ever returned?"

What he asked was Fen Qin.

This Mr. Su is an expert whom Huan Zicheng only visited a month ago.

In the name of the Huan family, with a few plausible prophecies, it is really easy to take this strategist who turned out in the previous life into his sect.

Perhaps the benefit of living a new life lies in this.

Huan Zicheng thought lightly, flicking his sleeves.

Before he heard Juehui's name, he was still thinking that this Mr. Su might be recommended to Huan Ziyu first.

Now, Mr. Su's usefulness should be greater.

Hearing Huan Zicheng's question, Fenqin hurriedly moved forward, lowered his voice and said, "Not yet, sir. Mr. Su sent A Guo here before, saying that there was something at home, and he had to deal with it first, and then Wait for two days before I can present my lord." After speaking, he looked around vigilantly, and then gave the steward who came to deliver the letter a hard look at the back.

The steward was sitting on the shaft of the car at the moment, and could not hear the conversation from his position.

Seeing that Fenqin was like a vigilant little beast, with eyes bulging round, Huan Zicheng's mouth curled up, and he paused for a moment before ordering: "When Mr. Su comes back, report to me immediately."

"Yes, sir." Fen Qin should be agile, while speaking, her head turned around, and after a while, she was attracted by the street scene.

The bullock cart was not moving fast or slow, and it was passing by a rather large rice shop, which was very clean and tidy.

When Fenqin saw her, she immediately opened her eyes wide, and forgot all her caution before, pointing to the shop and said joyfully, "Langjun, this shop is the most fair. When the grain is harvested this year, it will be carried to the shop." Let's sell it here."

This rice store is the largest in Linyu County, and it also has the most reasonable price. Last year, Fenqin came here with the adults in his family to sell rice, so he was quite impressed.

Huan Zicheng listened calmly, but he was thinking about other things in his mind, such as praying for rain during drought, Daxing Water Transport, such as... Du Xiaoqi.

Thinking about this casually, he glanced in the direction of the rice shop indifferently, and said: "After the harvest on the farm comes in, let's sell less this year."

"Why?" Fen Qin turned to look at him, her dark eyes were wide open, filled with doubts.

Huan Zicheng never looked at him, but turned his eyes away from the rice shop, and looked towards the direction of the city wall in the distance. There was a little emotion in his expression, he paused for a moment, and then said slowly: "This year, we need to store more grain. .”

(End of this chapter)