"We'll discuss this issue another day. I need to go out for a bit. Brother Zhong, thank you for today's matters!"
Zhao Huan was already in a state of disarray. Han Mo really needed to find an excuse to contact Liang Shicheng.
Going directly now would be too abrupt, but having someone go over at this moment was perfectly reasonable.
"Brother Han jokes. It was merely a small effort. You should go attend to your business!"
Zhong Yanchong smiled, saying nothing more.
After all, they had all seen today that Liang Shicheng had personally sent someone to deliver a document to him.
Zhong Yanchong also came from a military family; how could he not understand the intricate dealings involved?
"Han Mo bids farewell!"
Han Mo smiled, excused himself, and then turned to leave the Imperial Academy.
"Young Master, where do we go now?"
Xu Fengnian had seen that his master today, with just a slight stir, had caused both the Crown Prince and Prince Yun to be mobilized. Therefore, he became even more respectful towards Han Mo.
"Let's go to the Zhe family. We should deliver this document first!"
Thinking of his matter with Zhe Yourong, Han Mo couldn't help but muster a smile.
This was truly a special fate!
He wondered how that girl was doing now. He hadn't seen her for a few days, and Han Mo actually missed her a little.
"Third Sister, look quickly! This is the new poem by our future son-in-law! It's all over Bianliang City!"
In the rear courtyard of the Zhe family, Zhe Yourong, who had changed into women's clothing, was confined to her home by her father.
No matter how she explained, her father absolutely forbade her from stepping out of the mansion.
This made her, who couldn't stand idleness, extremely uncomfortable. Every day, she could only listlessly feed fish by the pond.
"What good poem could that scoundrel write?"
Thinking of the mouth-puckeringly salty dried radishes, she gritted her teeth in hatred.
This fellow must be the nemesis of her past life, otherwise, why would she have encountered this scoundrel!
"You really don't want to see it?"
The little maidservant, with a mischievous grin, was about to put it away. After all, she had spent thirty copper coins to buy it.
Although the handwriting wasn't great, the paper was good raw Xuan paper.
"No!"
Girls are often contrary. Although Zhe Yourong was clearly very interested, she still put on an act of not wanting it.
"Then I'll take it to someone else! What a shame, I spent thirty copper coins!"
The little maidservant said, as she truly began to roll up the scroll in her hand.
"Isn't it just a piece of calligraphy and painting? What's so good about it, costing thirty copper coins!"
As Zhe Yourong spoke, her eyes couldn't help but glance towards the scroll.
"If life were only like the first meeting, why would the autumn wind lament the painted fan!"
With just one glance, she was instantly stunned.
These simple fourteen characters were like a bolt of lightning that struck her heart directly.
Such beautiful lines, could this really have been written by that scoundrel?
"Wait, were these lines really written by that scoundrel?"
Zhe Yourong frowned and snatched the scroll from the maidservant's hand.
"Of course! This came from Fan Lou. It's said that even the Emperor praised it highly!"
The little maidservant quickly said with a smile.
"If life were only like the first meeting, why would the autumn wind lament the painted fan.
When the changed heart is like the ordinary one, it is said that the old heart is easily changed.
After the conversation at Lishan, it was half the night, and the tears fell like rain, but never regretted.
How can a philandering man in brocade robes, be like entwined branches on the same day's wish."
Zhe Yourong did not respond to her words, but after taking the scroll, she couldn't help but softly read it aloud.
"Reunion after encountering again in the deep courtyard, tears wiped as I leaned on someone, trembling.
The desolation after parting must be mutual, and the most unbearable is the clear resentment in the bright moonlight.
Half a lifetime is destined to be spent in lonely sleep, with the scent of sandalwood on the pillow staining the silk.
What memory is most soul-stirring, it is the first branch of a flower painted on a silk skirt."
After reading two poems continuously, even Zhe Yourong, a woman from a military family, was now lost in a daze.
Daughters always have delicate emotions, and naturally, they cannot refuse such lines.
These two poems by Nalan Xingde were highly praised by the masters of later generations, let alone now.
"This scoundrel!"
However, as she looked, Zhe Yourong's expression suddenly changed. This poem was about two people indulging in pleasure, this scoundrel was truly a lewd fellow!
And painting silk skirts together!
Thinking of this, Zhe Yourong directly picked up the scroll and tore it into pieces.
After tearing it into shreds, she still wasn't satisfied, and stomped on it heavily a few times before letting out a resentful snort. She even abandoned the fish food in her hand and scattered it all on the ground.
"Third Sister, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing her sudden temper, the little maidservant was dumbfounded.
Why was she fine just now, and then suddenly throwing a tantrum?
"From now on, tell the gatekeeper that this scoundrel is not allowed in!"
Zhe Yourong did not answer her question, leaving behind a sentence, and then angrily returned to her room.
"What's wrong with this now?"
The little maidservant looked at Zhe Yourong's receding back, completely bewildered, truly unable to understand what had happened.
She was fine just a moment ago, why was she suddenly so angry?
"You're all huffy, where are you going now?"
Zhe Yourong had not gone far when she suddenly encountered her father.
"You're not allowing me to go out, so can't I return to my own room?"
Zhe Yourong pouted and complained.
"You girl, haven't you caused enough trouble this time? Do you know that if you..."
Halfway through his sentence, Zhe Kucun suddenly remembered that even within his own mansion, it seemed inappropriate to speak freely.
"Aren't I fine? Look, I'm standing before you perfectly intact!"
Zhe Yourong muttered somewhat guiltily.
"Alright, you're old enough. I'm too lazy to bother with you. You're so wild now. When you marry into the Han family, what will become of you?"
Looking at this unruly daughter, even Zhe Kucun felt helpless.
The children of the northwest naturally had a proud spirit, and he was quite helpless about this.
However, no matter what, he was quite satisfied with his future son-in-law.
"What do you mean, what will become of me? Who wants to marry that pervert!"
Zhe Yourong muttered to herself.
"You, all day long, you're about to get married, and you're still calling him a pervert. What will people think of you if they hear it?"
As the saying goes, a parent's heart is precious. Even a great general like Zhe Kucun felt a moment of helplessness when facing his children.
"Let them think whatever they want, I'm like this anyway, no matter what they say."
Zhe Kucun did not know that his daughter was now like a vinegar jar that had been overturned. Seeing her stubborn demeanor, he didn't even know how to speak to her for a moment.
"I'm too lazy to bother with your childish affairs! There's another letter from Fuzhou, and they're still urging for military supplies! I'm going out for a bit, you be good!"
"Father, why don't I accompany you to make a scene at the Bureau of Military Affairs?"
Zhe Yourong suddenly seemed interested, stepping forward and grabbing Zhe Kucun's arm.
"You be good!"
Zhe Kucun immediately shivered. This little girl was truly a shocker!
Was the Bureau of Military Affairs a place where one could just make a scene?
"Haven't you heard? The crying child gets milk. If we don't cry or make a fuss, how will they know we're in short supply?"
Zhe Yourong mumbled.
"You shut up! You stay at home and behave yourself. Besides, hasn't the young master of the Han family already agreed to handle this matter?"
"Him? If that scoundrel can get it done, I'll treat him like an ancestor and worship him every day!"
"Master, the son-in-law is here!"