Red Heart Survey

Zhao Rucheng slept until the afternoon before waking up. He twisted uncomfortably and was about to continue sleeping. But I always feel that something has been overlooked by myself.

Did you smell a faint sweet smell last night?

He stood up, put on his clothes casually, and hurried out.

Passing by the courtyard, he saw Jiang Wang who was practicing his sword, and in the midst of his busy schedule, he lost a sentence: "Third brother, you should change your bedding, it's weird."

Before Jiang Wang could answer, he disappeared.

"Why!"

Jiang Wang yelled something that couldn't be heard, and he was a little confused: "I just changed the new bedding in the first ten days."

He put away the sword and went to the bedroom, turned around on the bed for a long time, but found nothing. Finally, the whole quilt was lifted up, only to see a small piece of sawdust on the bed board.

"..."

"Through the two mattresses, he was still hit by this piece of sawdust?"

"Maybe this is a big family..."

...

The cloud crane in the Ling Xiao Pavilion does not fly directly in the air like a carrier pigeon. In fact, it has always been in the clouds and mixed with the sea of ​​clouds. The power of Taoism carried information through the white clouds, and when it was close to the target, a cloud was temporarily "pulled out" and turned into a cloud and a crane flying down.

Before this, even if you capture this power, it is difficult to decipher the information in it, and you will only get a mass of dissipated energy.

Therefore, Yunhe transmission is a very safe means.

The time for Ye Qingyu to write letters is usually at night, when it is not long before it gets dark

. This letter came a little later, and I don't know what was delayed.

Yunhe flew from the window, Jiang Wang stretched out his hand to catch it, but the Yunhe circled around and flew in front of Jiang Anan.

"The letter is for me!" Jiang An'an giggled, put down the copybook she was facing, and grabbed the cloud paper that Yunhe turned into and a picture stone in her little hand.

"Yes, it's for you." Jiang Wang smiled dotingly, and leaned over to watch it together.

Jiang Anan suddenly grabbed the letter and ran out, "I won't show it to you!"

"..."

Jiang Anan's cat stayed in the bedroom for a long time before returning to the study.

"Where's Yunhe?"

"I wrote a reply and flew back!"

Jiang Wang, who was reading the Taoist scriptures, turned his head: "My brother hasn't written it yet."

Jiang Anan glared at him proudly: "This letter is for me, it has nothing to do with you!"

At the beginning, she just sent a greeting on the letter. It didn't take long before he tried to usurp his trust and successfully replaced Jiang Wang's pen pal.

Jiang Anan took out another cute little cloud crane and showed off: "Sister Qingyu even gave me a little cloud crane. If I miss her in the future, I can write to her directly!"

The cloud crane that transmits the letter is not a simple cloud beast. It can find the recipient and ensure the safety of the letter it carries. It's really a nice wonder.

Don't you see that the dignified Du Yehu, Uncle Du, can only command a naive pawn to run back and forth to dictate? He had never seen such a strange thing as Yunhe, let alone owned it.

Of course, neither did Jiang Wang...

"Okay." Jiang Wang said sourly: "If there are words you don't know in the letter, or if there are words you don't know how to write in the reply, don't come to me."

"Hmph." Jiang Anan pointed proudly at the copybooks on the small desk: "I recognize all the words on these copybooks!"

"It's great, it's great." Jiang Wang said a few perfunctory words weakly, and then continued to read his Taoist scriptures.

"I'll buy you a new one tomorrow. I'll buy twenty posts!" He shouted silently in his heart.

An An also picked up the small writing brush and approached the copybook in a proper manner.

Jiang Wang turned a page and suddenly remembered Du Yehu's message during the day, so he asked casually: "An'an, do you sometimes think of someone? A person who is about the same age as my brother, who is gone? It's been a while."

"Who is it?"

"Well, no one."

Miss An An must miss you very much? Um? Du Tiger?

...

Three-point fragrance building.

In Miaoyu's room, the head of the Fang family, Fang Zehou, was sitting on a chair, sniffing the tea.

"How does Fang Yuan feel?" Miao Yu asked softly.

Fang Zehou sniffed for a while, then put down the teacup.

"Not so good." He seemed to be evaluating the cup of tea.

"You can put forward any conditions." Miaoyu was not annoyed, she still smiled sweetly.

"No conditions." Fang Zehou stood up and dusted off his gown, "It's not something I can touch, I won't touch it."

The outside world rumored that he was obsessed with beauty, and fell under Miaoyu's pomegranate skirt. Who knew that in Miaoyu's boudoir, he was so honest?

"Have Fang Yuanwai forgotten, how did the business route of Yunguo come from?"

Fang Zehou stopped as he was about to leave, and said with a light smile, "I appreciate your Sanfen Xianglou's help in the matter of Yunguo's commercial road. But in terms of business, I should pay a fair amount. We pay both money and goods, and we don’t owe each other. Three points of Xianglou, so you can’t take this matter against me, right?”

"Of course not. If Fang Yuanwai insists on refusing, then we won't force it."

"Thank you Miss Miaoyu for your understanding." Fang Zehou said, sighing again: "It's not that I don't want to help the girl, but the situation in Yunguo is so tense now that no one dares to take anyone out of the country. No matter who that person is , the risk is too great.”

Miaoyu smiled charmingly: "There is no need to say more than Fang Yuan, Miaoyu understands."

"Miss Miaoyu understands righteousness and has an extraordinary bearing. Fang will leave first, and I will trouble you next time."

Fang Zehou cupped his hands and left.

Looking at the closed door, Miaoyu smiled.

"If it's really a deal between Sanfen Xianglou and you, of course you will pay both money and goods, and you will not owe each other."

"The one who can help you is Baigudao, how did you clean it up?"

...

Moon Tower, in a secret room.

Fang Heling asked with his hands behind his back: "Everyone is arranged?"

The steward standing under him lowered his head and replied, "The arrangements are made. But young master, now..."

Fang Heling interrupted him with a wave: "Just do as I tell you. I'm in charge of this matter!"

The steward has been working in Fang's family for more than ten years, so of course he is very aware of the weight Fang Heling has in Fang Zehou's heart.

But the matter is so important that we still can't help showing embarrassment: "It is not easy for us to open up this business route. No one knows what has happened to a person with an unknown background. If Yunguo finds out, our business will be in danger." It's over."

Once Fang Pengju died, the future of the Fang family was not as promising as the other two. Coupled with the fact that the Heart-Swallowing Demon broke through the formation protecting the shrine and killed the strong and backbone-like existence of the clan, the momentum of the entire Fang family is now on the verge of collapse. It can even be said that more than half of them are supported by the exclusive business route of communicating with Yunguo.

So the Fang family couldn't afford to take the risk.

But the current ruler of the Fang family is Fang Zehou, and the name of the patriarch is just waiting for the death of the old patriarch who is lingering on the sick bed. Fang Heling, as Fang Zehou's son-in-law and the sure future patriarch, practiced in the inner gate of the City Dao Academy. What he said, what he ordered, the facts were irresistible.

Because of the pressing, he didn't even have a chance to report to Fang Zehou.

"It's unclear to you, but it's clear to my young master. You can rest assured that I will take care of any problems."

Fang Heling dismissed the steward in a few words, and then left the darkroom.

Soon they walked into a private room, and there was the sound of toasting.

He is here today to entertain his brothers and sisters, and he doesn't know anything about it.

If something really happened, it couldn't be blamed on him.