"..." Qiyu's lips moved, her expression was chaotic, and she didn't say anything.
"So that's it, I believe you, but you don't believe me, Qiyu, I promise you, if you don't want to say it, I will never ask. But, I have to tell you, if one day you want to leave me, Zhen Zhen
Please tell me when your wings fly high. Also, even if we become enemies, I hope you will not forget Feng Xizi today."
Looking at her soft face, Qi Yu pursed her lips into a thin line and finally spoke softly: "Miss will never be my enemy."
"I hope so..." He tapped his fingers on the table, enigmatically, and smiled.
The moonlight was clear and pale. In the study room of Yunzhou Prefecture, Fang Ruling finally finished handling the affairs of the state. He let out a long sigh and leaned back on the chair.
He considered himself to be a good official who was diligent and caring for the people. Although he was exiled to a barren place like Yunzhou, he was still committed to the welfare of the people.
Yunzhou is poor, and the land cannot even grow enough food for the people. Only medicinal materials can be grown and picked by every family in Yunzhou. However, Tianche has an unwritten rule: all top-quality medicinal materials produced in Yunzhou must go through the government.
Turn it over to the imperial capital for use by the royal family.
As a result, Yunzhou's mere possibility of becoming rich has been deprived of it, and Feng Xizi... is Yunzhou's only hope now.
The merchants of the Feng family are powerful. If Feng Xizi is willing to develop the medicinal materials business in Yunzhou, the medicinal materials in the hands of the people will become real gold.
"Let Feng Yue go, don't let Feng Yue go... Your Majesty, you really gave me a big problem..."
With a wry smile, Fang Ruling shook his head, whether to let it go or not, swaying left and right in his mind. At this moment, there was a knock on the study door: "Sir, there is a man outside the door who claims to be Chu Qing and wants to see you."
Early Qing Dynasty?
Fang Ruling was stunned, not sure if he knew this Chu Qing.
"Who is he?"
"He said that he came from the imperial capital and was an old friend of the Lord."
An old friend from the imperial capital... Chuqing... Chuqing!?
With a sudden sound, the brush in his hand fell on the sandalwood table. He stood up suddenly and shouted in a panic: "Quick! Quick! Open the middle door!"
The guard outside the door only heard various sounds in the study and asked in confusion: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"
The study door creaked open from inside, and Fang Ruling was so impatient that he grabbed the hem of his official uniform and hurriedly ran into the courtyard.
Just when Fang Ruling was still walking out of the moon gate in the inner courtyard, a corner of his silver-white clothes flashed out from outside the semicircular moon gate.
The man with elegant demeanor, gentle smile and peerless handsomeness had already walked into the inner courtyard. Looking at Fang Ruling's slightly embarrassed appearance, he raised the corners of his lips and said in a warm voice: "Master Fang, long time no see."
"King..." Fang Ruling took a breath, and knelt down quickly, regardless of his disheveled clothes at the moment, "Fang Ruling, the official of Yunzhou Prefecture, pays homage to the Prince Regent. Your Majesty is a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"
The guard guarding the door of the study was also frightened and knelt down with a thud, not daring to raise his head to take another look.
Mo Zhilan bent down and personally helped Fang Ruling up, "Master Fang, there is no need to be polite. I am a guest in Yunzhou Mansion. Guests should do as they please."
"I don't dare." Fang Ruling stood up and looked at Mo Zhilan's appearance again. He couldn't help but feel a little more emotional, "We haven't seen you for ten years. Your prince's demeanor is even better than before."
"You're welcome, Mr. Fang." Mo Zhilan had a slight smile at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, with a smile on his thin lips, and he looked noble and unparalleled.