Fortunately, all the functions of the system can be used, so Wang Luo doesn't have to pursue anything too much.
Wang Luo, who originally traveled to Tianli Continent unintentionally, now besides helping Zhu Yelang find the knife and needle, there is one more thing on his mind, that is, he must find Guan Ju. As he said, he must
count.
Now that we have come to this world, we cannot come here once a hundred times. In the long river of history, we must have our own name.
Wuling City, since the son of the Zhao family, Zhao Qianshu, left, the city seems to have lost some vitality.
No one will gather three hundred servants late at night to beat gongs and drums around the Cuihong Tower anymore.
No one here squanders a hundred thousand plums just to get a copy of "Mountains, Rivers and Birds"
No one here is clasping their feet, rubbing the mud balls and licking them.
The people in Wuling City feel a little boring.
The servants and maids of the Zhao Mansion are even more unaccustomed to it. When they first learned that the young master followed the second idiot from the palace, the whole group of people were extremely happy. No one will bully us anymore. But as time goes by,
It felt a bit like I had lost something, and my heart was filled with panic.
Let's just say that when the bully from the next door house came here, the young master had already gathered a group of people and rushed to the bully's house. Not to mention the bruises on the nose and face, he at least had to make the bully come and kneel down to beg for mercy.
Just like that, the servants of the Zhao Mansion found it interesting to stay. Although the young master is bad, he at least protects his calf.
If you beat a dog, it’s also the Zhao family’s dog.
In the Zhaofu ancestral hall, Zhao Fanshu lit an incense stick and served it respectfully.
He kowtowed devoutly and stared at the densely packed memorial tablets in a daze.
The butler outside the door was holding a small bag of things, which he had packed according to the master's instructions. The master said that he was going on a long trip and it might take a long time before he came back.
The chief butler did not ask. After all, the Zhao family's property was huge. As a servant, he was certainly not qualified to ask where the master was going and what he was going to do.
But this time, the butler obviously felt something was wrong.
Because since the young master left, many new faces have come to the house one after another, all of whom I have never seen in the past few years.
The further we went, the more unhappy the master became day by day. He was so angry that he couldn't even laugh.
The butler always felt that something was going to happen.
Zhao Fanshu sat in the ancestral hall all afternoon and did not come out until sunset.
"Are you all ready?"
The chief butler nodded at the side: "According to your instructions, everything that needs to be explained has been explained. Do you really not need to prepare bodyguards for you on your journey?"
Zhao Fanshu shook his head: "Just pack your luggage, you don't have to worry about the rest."
"Yes, sir!"
Zhao Fanshu looked back at the ancestral hall with a smile: "Whatever is supposed to come will come. What you owe must always be repaid, so just embark on this journey, regardless of the future or the past."
"Isn't that right, Shu'er?"
This is the first time that Zhao Fanshu calls Zhao Qianshu by his nickname, but unfortunately Zhao Qianshu is not here.