The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Chapter 60:

Ji Zheng vaguely felt that something was wrong. After finishing his business, he left the teahouse in Nan'an Lane, turned around and went back to his home in Xigu Lane. It was a small courtyard he rented with two entrances and two exits. Hidden and quiet.

Along the way, he always felt cold behind his back, and the wind was blowing. He has been in the same room with the dark guards in the palace for too long. This feeling is too familiar. If he wants to go to Jiangnan and come after him, there is no reason for the current ruler not to send someone to follow him in advance and find out about him. address whereabouts.

He is still the only emperor's blood in the world. If he does not become a thing in the palm of his hand, a bird in prison, the throne of Ming Ciyue will not be stable for a day.

Ji Zheng knew this very well, and when he arrived at the door, he turned his footsteps and stepped into the courtyard next door.

"Elder sister, I can't take this room anymore, keep the deposit and refund the rent." As he walked inside, he whispered lamely in Wuzhou dialect.

He originally wanted to rent this house for a whole year, and the mortgage he paid was by no means a small sum.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Zheng listened to a conversation in Wu language that he could not understand from the main room. The figure of a man pushed a few boxes of snow-white silver stacked high in front of him. Before he had time to stop him, he saw the mistress laughing with a wrinkled face, and her family members carried the money down like a mad rush.

The woman found him first and waved with a smile.

The man turned back, it was Yuan Ming. He carefully stared at the young man who was as tall as him, and spent a very slow and long time in a daze, frowning, squinting, and then tentatively blurted out: "Saint..."

The young man flew over with an eye knife, even though his body was ripped and his eyebrows stretched, his expression was still arrogant and irritable, no different from the little sage who kicked the inner servant in the court back then.

Yuan Ming suddenly changed his words and nodded affirmatively: "Brother left, my little son."

Ji Zheng went straight to the point and changed his mind: "Grandma, I don't want to rent the house anymore, I'll refund the rent and the mortgage."

The woman laughed angrily and said, "Your uncle has already paid you ten years' rent, how can you say you want to retire?"

Before Yuan Ming could defend himself, the woman came up and chased the two of them together, winked and said, "Don't be angry with your family, your uncle will come back to stay with you for a while, and you can live in Wuzhou to do business. ."

Yuan Ming laughed angrily: "It's said that I'm just a servant, my palace... The palace master is his uncle."

Ji Zheng ignored it, didn't look at Yuan Ming with a blank face, just insisted on resigning, at least the ten-year lease must be revoked. At the end of the quarrel, he couldn't bear to say: "The roof of the west wing will have a cool breeze, so there must be some loopholes. It's approaching the rainy season, how can we live when it leaks?"

Hearing this, the woman suddenly got angry and insisted on dragging Ji Zheng and Yuan Ming to the house for inspection.

Ji Zheng could not argue, but she was dragged to the door of her own courtyard. No one came to greet him. The courtyard door was opened by the wind, and you could see the innermost part of the main hall at a glance. A line, sitting on the Eight Immortals chair facing the door, half asleep and half awake.

In the afternoon, the hot wind smashed the pear flowers to the ground and rolled them back in the courtyard. Before that, Ji Zheng had never noticed that there were flowers in his yard.