Zhao Yan, who had been drinking tea all morning, was a little confused.
Li Mochou, who had finally gotten better, looked even more sad today.
Didn't she sleep with Yan'er last night?
What on earth did these two people do!
After finishing breakfast, Huang Rong surrounded Wang Yuyan like a butterfly. The two girls quickly became good friends.
Didn’t I learn from a teacher last night?
Why are you going to pester Wang Yuyan who has no inner strength today?
Just eating breakfast, what happened?
Fortunately, Wang Yuyan was still focused on Zhao Yan. After talking to Huang Rong, she came to him with the manuscript in hand, moved a low stool and sat down.
"Brother Yan, I have translated those tortoise shells. Can I read them to you now?"
She said with a sweet smile, with expectation in her eyes.
"No hurry, no hurry, let me ask you two questions first."
"Ah? What's the problem?"
Wang Yuyan blinked her big eyes and looked at Zhao Yan.
"Well...what did you say to Li Mochou last night? Why does her face look worse today?"
Zhao Yan glanced at Li Mochou, who was feeling sad in the corner, and frowned.
In this state, there is an unimaginable rhythm...
"this…"
Wang Yuyan stuck out her tongue and looked at Zhao Yan anxiously.
"Yan'er just told Sister Mochou the stories that Brother Yan told Yan'er."
"Story? What story?"
Zhao Yan asked strangely.
He told Wang Yuyan a lot of stories.
From the romance of the gods to the overbearing shopkeeper, there are all kinds of them.
Wouldn't it turn Li Mochou into this?
"It's those Butterfly Lovers, Peony Pavilion and South-Eastern Branches..."
Ouch.
My great aunt!
Zhao Yan had a sour expression on his face.
Why are you telling these stories to a woman who has just fallen out of love?
The ending of Butterfly Lovers is that both of them turn into butterflies.
The Peony Pavilion is the resurrection of the dead...
The peacock flying southeast is a suicide of love.
Although the story is tragic, at least he gained an intimate person.
Li Mochou is alone. After hearing this, she will only feel that she is so miserable...
Even if you commit suicide, you can’t find anyone to accompany you!
He wanted to complain, but he was afraid of scaring Wang Yuyan, so he could only hold it back.
"She must have been crying all night..."
"Yes, Sister Mochou sheds so many tears."
“……”
Zhao Yan glanced at Wang Yuyan, who still didn't realize the problem, and had no choice but to ask the second question.
"What about Huang Rong? Why is she hanging around you all of a sudden?"
"Yan'er doesn't know either. Sister Ronger is two months older than Yan'er. She just asked me questions."
"Ask questions?"
What questions could she ask?
Zhao Yan was a little confused for a moment.
It’s hard to guess what topics these two people could talk about.
"Yes, she first asked me some insights on martial arts, and then asked me how to improve my martial arts by leaps and bounds."
"Uh...then how do you answer her?"
"I just say that you should be like Brother Yan, read more and listen to books, and your martial arts will become better easily."
"puff…"
Zhao Yan sprayed a mouthful of tea onto the deck.
Except for himself, no one in this world can become a master by studying...
What's more, let Huang Rong, whose mind is racing, calm down and read a book?
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
It seemed that there was a wonderful misunderstanding between the two people.
But it wouldn't be outrageous to ask Wang Yuyan for advice on martial arts.
Although she has not practiced martial arts, few people in the world can match her knowledge and understanding of martial arts.
As for wanting to become a quick master…
It's obvious that you should come to me for advice.
"Brother Yan, do you think it's ridiculous?"
Wang Yuyan looked at him pitifully, as if silently condemning him.
"No, no, no, how could that happen? But next time, don't tell people that you can become a master if you study more."
"Why? Brother Yan, didn't you become so powerful just after listening to Yan'er reading to you?"
"that is because…"
Zhao Yan quickly turned his head and had to come up with a valid reason!
"Because there is a special emotional connection between you and me that no one else can!"
"It will only be effective if I listen to Yan'er reading."
What skills are needed to coax an innocent little girl?
No need...
Just rely on emotions for everything.
Zhao Yan was well versed in coaxing Wang Yuyan, so he lifted her pink chin and spoke affectionately.
Sure enough, the latter immediately turned red, and his beautiful face made people salivate.
"Then... Brother Yan, do you want to listen to Yan'er read?"
Wang Yuyan's face turned red with embarrassment, but she still raised the manuscript and asked.
"Okay, I'll lie down and listen."
Seeing that the love words had an outstanding effect, Zhao Yan lay down again.
"Yeah! Then Yan'er started reading!"
"Read it, I'm listening."
The river breeze is pleasant, and a beautiful woman is accompanying me to read.
Zhao Yan only felt that there was nothing more satisfying in life than this.
The only pity is that the contents compiled from this box of tortoise shells are only some events that ancient diviners asked about good and bad luck.
As soon as he read it through, he felt that he had a little more understanding of Taoism.
Fortunately, Taoism has some effect on understanding the true principles of heaven and earth. Let’s talk about it as comfort.
Coincidentally, as soon as Wang Yuyan finished reading, a blue homing pigeon flew from the distant sky. After circling twice over the boat, it landed straight into Zhao Yan's hands.
"It's the messenger from Qingyi Pavilion."
Wang Yuyan saw this big fat pigeon and reminded her softly, then looked suspicious.
"Brother Yan, it's been a long time since you used these people. Look at this messenger, he's as fat as a chicken!"
Zhao Yan weighed the huge homing pigeon on his arm and felt a little emotional.
"It's quite fat. Let's cook it and eat it later."
"Yan'er won't eat it. Brother Yan, please read the contents of the letter."
Although Qingyi Pavilion is a ready-to-wear shop, there are also many good hands from Prince Qi's palace among its clerks.
In addition, there are occasional urgent reports, so some special homing pigeons are available in some major cities.
After Xiang Feiliu came back, Zhao Yan couldn't help but want someone from Ren Yingying, so he gave him all the line resources of Qingyi Pavilion.
Although "Dead Leaf" still has some secrets in his hand that he hasn't used for a long time, it's okay if he really doesn't want to give them anything.
But Zhao Yan thinks he is a very particular person and cannot do such a thing.
He took out a roll of paper from the mailbox on the pigeon's back, called a maid, and ordered her to translate the contents.
There is a set of code words for the transmission of information in the palace, and the real information cannot be seen just by looking at the surface.
"It came from Kaifeng."
Wang Yuyan has some knowledge of these things.
"Well, it's probably sent to Fei Liu to show off his achievements. At least it's a five-kill."
Zhao Yan showed his open claws. After thinking about it, he felt that it was a little short, so he turned it over twice more.
"Besides, he must have sent someone to Jiaxing to investigate the affairs of Lujiazhuang for me."
Seeing his funny look, Wang Yuyan smiled sweetly and said:
"Brother Yan, you always predict the future. You already know the content before you even read the letter."
"Hey, we'll see."
After a while, the maid came to report with the translated content.
"Your Majesty, the letter states that the house should be cleaned and the traitors removed for twenty years. In addition, the affairs of Lujiazhuang should be reported within five days."
Wang Yuyan opened her mouth slightly, feeling pleasantly surprised that Zhao Yan had hit the mark again.
But Zhao Yan shook his head dissatisfied.
"It's still five less..."
Fortunately, after many years, the two still have a tacit understanding.
