Chen Ruyi was a little moved by the conversation. His eyebrows moved slightly, his expression was solemn, and he seemed to be deep in thought and weighing.
But whether he can be moved by Jiang Huan is something Jiang Huan can't fathom.
Jiang Huan looked worried and said hurriedly, "Anyway, don't send people to follow me. Pang Yan is busy releasing the Prime Minister's Mansion now, how can he take care of me? If you are really worried about me, it would be better to do it earlier.
It's only proper to finish the business at hand and come back as soon as possible. Is it not what you think is the right move to hand me over to these guards?"
Chen Ruyi was a little flustered by the accusation. She just frowned and shook her head, telling Jiang Huan that she was not like that.
Before he could finish his words, Jiang Huan interrupted him with a scolding, "If that's not what I meant, you just don't want to continue to dwell on this matter. I've made an agreement with you.
Well, it’s time to stop looking for trouble with him.”
Jiang Huan said, stretched out his hand to hook Chen Ruyi's shoulder, and whispered in a low voice, "Chen Ruyi, what should be done must be done, but if you do too much, everyone will be the same."
I don’t know whether this is wrong or right.”
Chen Ruyi was stunned for a moment by Jiang Huan's words. Jiang Huan reached out to hold his frown and gently smoothed it.
Jiang Huan's movements were exceptionally gentle, as if he was caressing a newborn baby.
Her actions also calmed Chen Ruyi's originally confused and worried mind.
In the end, Chen Ruyi still couldn't defeat Jiang Huan, so he had to nod for the time being, agreeing to Jiang Huan's proposal.
Jiang Huan's little idea worked, and she happily hugged Chen Ruyi's neck and said coquettishly, "You'd better talk."
This sudden act of intimacy caused a blush on Chen Ruyi's face. He hurriedly looked away and coughed twice to cover up the sudden shyness in his heart.
"Then let's just say it. Tomorrow I will follow Mengyu and the others to Jiangting. You don't want to send anyone to follow me." Jiang Huan said happily.
Seeing Jiang Huan looking so happy, Chen Ruyi couldn't bear to interrupt her joy, so she had to agree temporarily and give up on sending the guards.
However, since it was a promised matter, Chen Ruyi could no longer refuse, so she had to accept the matter for the time being.
"I will go to Jiangnan tomorrow, and it will take three or four days before I can return to Kyoto. Qiu Xingjian will also go with me. I don't know what Pang Yan is thinking when he enters the palace to meet the saint, but
Since he is showing off, this matter must not be a trivial matter. When you stay in Kyoto, be careful not to have a direct conflict with him, so be on guard." Chen Ruyi warned carefully, his worry about Jiang Huan could not be hidden in his brows and eyes.
, as if he wished he could protect her under his wings at all times.
But how could such a huge Kyoto be able to shelter a person all the time?
There are too many unknowns and too many unknown dangers. It is not easy to rely on the wind and strength.
Chen Ruyi knew it, and Jiang Huan also understood this truth.
Jiang Huan narrowed his eyes and thought carefully about what happened to him in Jiang Ting.
Jiangting is a market on Changle Street, where people gather on Changle Street. This land was originally used to build an entertainment place for pedestrians to have fun and rest. But this time Jiang Huan arranged a rice shop here
, not to mention that it was unexpected by everyone in the world, it was also unexpected by everyone in the prince's house.
No one expected that Jiang Huan would do the opposite and set up the rice shop necessary for daily life in a prosperous place, with a brothel on one side and a theater on the other. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like someone who knew how to buy rice.
Where people come from.
But they didn't know that the master behind the Zuihonglou on the side of the rice shop was now Jiang Huan.
Mipu is located next to Zuihonglou, which is not only beneficial to Mipu's business, but also facilitates Jiang Huan's transformation of Zuihonglou.
Zuihonglou has always appeared in front of everyone as a brothel, but Jiang Huan's contact these days has revealed that many girls in Zuihonglou are actually prostitutes rather than prostitutes, and their skills are even more impressive.
Looking at the artists who are famous in Chen Guo, there are probably not as many as the girls who are drunk in the Red Mansion.
Therefore, Jiang Huan wanted to take advantage of the Mipu incident to make Zuihonglou begin to change in the hearts of the people.
From a brothel to a place where artists gather, what is needed is not only the understanding of the rich and powerful, but also the eyes of ordinary people.
Moreover, most of the people buying rice in Kyoto are now men. Except for the ordinary wealthy families, it is the women and their servants who go out with their slaves. The appearance of a large number of these men is the best opportunity to change the inherent impression of Zuihonglou.
Jiang Huan squinted his eyes, his wishful thinking flying in his mind.
Chen Ruyi didn't know about her little plan, but he also knew that Jiang Huan actually did this, so there must be her reasons, and he would not interfere.
All he wants is that his little girl can happily do what she wants to do.
"By the way, Jiang Ting submitted a letter earlier, saying that the rice shop needed a plaque. You were not at the house at the time, so I took it upon myself to write a plaque for you and send it over." Chen Ruyi snapped her fingers and said
I saw a guard coming outside the door holding a tray.
There was a roll of rice paper on the tray. Jiang Huan stretched out his hand and unfolded the rice paper. What was written on it was "Fu Lu Tang".
This was the first time Jiang Huan had seen Chen Ruyi's calligraphy. His handwriting was elegant and elegant, with edges and corners. At first glance, he felt that it was written by someone with a free and easy temperament.
As a prince, Chen Ruyi naturally had to learn calligraphy. However, Jiang Huan never thought that this calligraphy could acquire such an essence.
Jiang Huan clicked his tongue and gave Chen Ruyi a thumbs up, "Your handwriting is a bit different from yours."
Jiang Huan unfolded the rice paper, held it up in front of Chen Ruyi, compared it, and looked at it carefully.
Chen Ruyi looked weak, but her handwriting was strong.
Chen Ruyi pretended to be angry and said, "Why is it different? What makes you feel different?"
Jiang Huan smiled and put away the rice paper, carefully hid it in his chest, squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "I won't tell you. I accepted this rice paper. If there is another inscription job next time, I will hand it over."
I'll give it to you. Then you won't be able to shirk me by saying you can't write."
The wind blew the dead leaves off the branches outside the house, and the fallen leaves in the yard rustled down, but it dazzled Jiang Huan's eyes a little.
Chen Ruyi looked at Jiang Huan and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to hold her face. His eyes were so tender and sweet that they seemed to be brimming with tears.
He whispered, "How dare I refuse the commission from my little princess?"