Journey To the World of Film and Television

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"Brothers fought against the wall, innocent people were killed or injured."

On the way back, Zhou Ji couldn't help expressing emotion, "I'm afraid that Mei Zhili will never come back."

"Ah? Why?" Fan Ruoruo asked in confusion.

Fan Xian is also a smart person, he figured out the key point in class, and said in a deep voice: "If the prince shows up, he can stick to the original verdict, at most he has failed the case, even if the prince retaliates, it's a big deal for the capital. Yin's official is wrong.

Change to another place and take an idle position to provide for the elderly.

It's a pity that Mei Zhili was vacillating, and wanted to make peace between the crown prince and the second prince, which violated His Majesty's taboo. His Majesty is still in the prime of his life, and he doesn't know when the crown prince and the second prince will succeed to the throne. His Majesty doesn't care about the truth of the case, what he cares about is that he, as governor of the capital, is involved in the battle for the crown prince. "

At this time, in the imperial palace, Emperor Qing opened the secret folder in his hand, and it was densely written with the conversations of the people in the government hall, even some expressions and expressions were remarked.

Mei Zhili, oh Mei Zhili, has worked hard for decades, but because of such a trivial matter, he is late.

Looking at the trembling back outside the corridor, he was silent for a long time and sighed softly.

"His eldest son works in the household department?"

"Report to Your Majesty. Mei Xiruo, the eldest son of Mr. Mei, will be inspected by the Household Registration Department."

"It was a mistake and fell into the well. The old lady has an additional order, and the eldest son is promoted to a higher rank."

"Here."

Eunuch Hou leaned over to receive the order.

"Zhou Ji." Emperor Qing closed the secret folder, closed his eyes slightly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Sister, you're out!" Fan Sizhe, who was carrying a pair of scissors, asked concerned, "How is it? How many years have you been sentenced?"

"You can't think of something better!" Fan Ruoruo laughed back angrily, stretched out her hand to pinch Fan Sizhe's ear, but for some reason she put it down again.

Fan Sizhe dodged subconsciously, and Fan Xian couldn't help but said, "If I go in, how will your bookstore be opened?"

"That's right, you can't have any accidents, as long as my bookstore can open, you will be my brother from now on!" Fan Sizhe said, patting his chest.

"I was your own brother!" Fan Xian couldn't help complaining.

Everyone was laughing and cursing as they reached the gate of Fan's mansion in a blink of an eye. Zhou Ji stopped suddenly, looked at the astonished Fan Xian and said, "Although you have turned the corner, Mrs. Fan and Mrs. Liu must be worried. There will definitely be a lot to say when the family is reunited. I don't want to disturb you, so please leave now."

Fan Xian snorted coldly, hugged his shoulders and said, "I think you are afraid that my father will ask you about the Drunken Immortal Residence, so you want to get away!"

Fan Ruoruo's mind froze, and then she remembered the slip of the tongue in court just now.

The capital is big if you say it is big, and it is not big if you say it is not big. There were so many people in the government office at that time, maybe it has already spread to Dad's ears by now.

Fan Sizhe looked nonchalant, and asked curiously: "Sister, are there any storytellers and opera singers in Zuixianju? Tell me, if I make a brochure of the red building and sell it in Zuixianju, it will sell well." go out?"

The country of Qing was established by force, and the people's customs were tough. Fan Ruoruo's matter could be said to be obsessed with poetry and music, and some behaviors were just inappropriate.

With the title of "Kyoto's No. 1 Talented Woman", it will even be a good story to spread.

It's been half a month since I left Fan's residence.

Fan Xian didn't know what he was busy with during this time, and he never came to see Zhou Ji. On the contrary, Fan Ruoruo, after being fined and grounded for three days, occasionally came to see Zhou Ji in Fan Xian's name, sometimes bringing some pastries and presents, wrapping They are all beautiful, but the taste is not so good.

It looks like a gift box mooncake for later generations.

When a man and a widow live in the same room, it is inevitable that someone will gossip, so every time Fan Ruoruo comes over, Zhou Ji will call Fan Sizhe to go out together, or take a walk by the Liujing River, or drink tea at Yishiju.

Occasionally talk about some poems and songs, and occasionally talk about some modern knowledge.

At first, Fan Sizhe was a little reluctant, but after hearing that Zhou Ji's business model was different from the current era in the chat, his attitude immediately changed 180 degrees, and he often crowded around Zhou Ji with a lot of doubts, hoping Can get some inspiration by analogy.

From Fan Ruoruo, Zhou Ji also learned that Fan Xian had already found his chicken-legged girl, and that she was indulging in the sweetness of love these days, so there was no time to find him for a drink.

"Young Master Zhou, you sure don't know who the chicken-legged girl my brother misses so much?" Fan Ruoruo took two steps forward, turned around, and said with a sweet smile.

"Is it Lin Wan'er, the princess of the Lin family?" Zhou Ji smiled, "A few days ago, Fan Xian was arguing about retiring the engagement, and every time we met, he mentioned it. These days, he didn't even bother to complain to me. Thinking about it, there is a high probability that this girl with chicken legs is his marriage contract."

To be honest, to a certain extent, Zhou Ji felt that Fan Xian was quite pitiful. From the moment he was born, he was no longer under his control. Everything was going according to the established plan, even the so-called 'Celebrating the temple' is also a calculation made in advance.

But Zhou Ji also understands that he is not qualified to pity Fan Xian, who can truly be free from the confusing endless time travel?

"You can't pretend you don't know, let me show it off~" Fan Ruoruo leaned over with her hands on her hips, and said coquettishly.

Fan Sizhe complained: "A few days ago, you and your brother went to the princess mansion with drums and gongs, saying that they wanted to make the battle bigger and more imposing, but the second son stopped him, and the news spread all over the capital. Who else doesn't know?"

After finishing speaking, ignoring Fan Ruoruo's angry eyes, he approached Zhou Ji with a calm face, took out a pen and paper from his pocket, and said, "Young Master Zhou, I didn't remember what you just said about the new sales promotion. Say it again?"

Zhou Ji made up some nonsense marketing theories to send Fan Sizhe away, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a wry smile, "If your brother keeps asking, I'm afraid my stomach will be empty of ink."

"It deserves it." Fan Ruoruo gave Zhou Ji a blank look, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and said in a pretty voice, "Who told you to call him every time?"

Zhou Ji was taken aback when he heard the words, and even his dull head could tell something was wrong. He glanced at Fan Ruoruo with blushing cheeks in surprise, and remained silent for a moment, with a more distant tone in his tone: "It's getting late, I'll see you off." You go back."

"It's only noon, how can it be early?" Fan Ruoruo pointed to a restaurant in front, "I heard that there is a new one opened there, why don't we try something new?"

Zhou Ji shook his head, his smile became a little more alienated and he said, "Another day..."

Fan Ruoruo sensed the change in Zhou Ji's attitude, so she didn't think much about it. She just let out a sigh of regret and was sent to the carriage by Zhou Ji.

"By the way, go back and tell Fan Xian that he can come to me when he is free. I have something to tell him."

"Second Prince and Prince Jing have invited my brother to Zuixianju, so I'm afraid we won't be free today."

"Tomorrow is also fine, try to stay in these two days."

As the carriage drifted away, Zhou Ji sighed softly and showed a wry smile.

It should be... no?