Every time I wear it quickly, there are always big guys giving it away.

In the south of the Yangtze River in March, the drizzle falls and the water vapor turns into wisps of smoke, creating a hazy and freehand ink painting.

Although you can't be there in person, it's perfect to admire it through the window while brewing a pot of tea!

Chen Jia lazily leaned on the couch by the window, warming a pot of fragrant tea at hand.

The green mountains and clear waters in the distance and the streets and alleys nearby were all shrouded in a light smoke and could not be seen clearly.

Because of the rain, there are few pedestrians on the street. Those holding umbrellas walk leisurely; those running in the rain are bound to look embarrassed.

At this time, the business of selling rain gear is always particularly good.

Chen Jia picked up the teapot and slowly poured a cup of tea.

On the other side of the curtain, a musician who was hired at great expense was playing a pipa in her arms, singing in the soft Wu dialect.

Shan Lan stood silently by, listening to the musician playing the pipa. She was completely intoxicated and sighed in her heart: It is so comfortable to follow His Majesty!

This trip to the south of the Yangtze River was under the guise of understanding the people's sentiments. The troops were divided into four groups and their whereabouts were uncertain, making it hard to tell which route Your Majesty had chosen. We could only anxiously review any mistakes or omissions in previous official duties and make up for them as soon as possible.

In fact, the Regent had already made arrangements half a year in advance and sent his trusted confidants to conduct secret investigations across the country. The evidence has been almost collected and they are on their way back.

Your Majesty is only trying to make a feint to the east and attack in the west; your real purpose is not to attack the west.

After traveling for four or five days, they finally arrived at Luoshuang County, a prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River.

After a night's rest, it rained the next day and His Majesty could not go out, but he was still able to enjoy himself, drinking tea and watching the rain, accompanied by the sound of the pipa, in a leisurely and relaxed mood.

Shan Lan, who had been lurking in the dark and only recently emerged from the darkness, has figured out a bit of His Majesty's temperament.

She was not the best among the secret guards, but because of her gender, she crushed others and gained the right to the light.

It was because His Majesty needed her that she had the opportunity to show up.

This opportunity was hard-won. Even though the music was wonderful, she was not completely immersed in it and remained vigilant as always.

Life is peaceful and quiet here.

On the other side, the Regent and his two followers, Fuyun and Minghe, traveled all the way to Luoshuang County without stopping.

Along the way, except for necessary grooming, the three of them spent almost all their time on horseback. Fuyun looked at his master who was sitting firmly in front of him and prayed secretly: This trip to the south of the Yangtze River must be smooth!

As His Majesty grew older, the master gradually delegated power to him, to the point where they were competing with each other.

Of course, the two of them hit it off and discussed political affairs together.

This strategy of open and secret investigation is the foolproof plan decided by the master and Your Majesty.

Even so, the master still took the lead to eliminate hidden dangers as much as possible and ensure the safety of Your Majesty.

Only after everything was settled did the master feel at ease to go find His Majesty.

When they arrived at Luoxia County, the Regent had already learned the location of the Queen from the secret guards, but he did not go there immediately. Instead, he took his people with him, asked for a few upper rooms and some hot water, and washed up before going out.

Fuyun and Minghe felt that they had spent twice as much time as usual, but when they came out, their master was still washing up.

After waiting for a while, the master, who was dressed properly, came out.

Fuyun and Minghe looked at each other, followed their master out of the inn, and went straight to His Majesty's residence.

Unfortunately, His Majesty had just gone out and they missed him.

So, I changed direction and continued looking.

What was Chen Jia doing at the moment? She took Shan Lan to the teahouse to listen to storytelling for a while and was attracted by the interlocking plots.

After the storytelling was over, she left the teahouse with some reluctance.

I arrived at the place where ordinary people often gathered, and listened to their conversation from a distance.

It's not that they were unwilling to sit closer, but their clothes were not ordinary, and when they deliberately sat with ordinary people, they became reserved and didn't talk much.

This distance was just right, they thought they couldn't hear them and talked freely.

From their mouths, we got some information about Luoxia County intermittently. Generally speaking, the common people were quite satisfied with the officials in charge of the county, and there were not many complaints in their words.

Thanks to her good hearing acquired through Heart Technique training, she was also forced to listen to some gossip about the family, it was really exciting!

Chen Jia visited several places in succession, observing the daily conversations of the people, paying attention to their dress and the environment of the entire county.

After checking them one by one, she had an idea in her mind.

Coincidentally, there is a bookstore nearby.

She hesitated for a moment and decided to follow her heart.

The bookstore is not big, but it has a wide variety of books and a strong scent of ink.

Chen Jia looked around and selected a few books that interested her. Shan Lan quickly took them and held them in her hands.

Suddenly, a book with a colorful cover caught her attention.

She looked carefully and saw that it was a brand new storybook by Dengyushanren!

What story did Dengyushanren write? It must be very interesting, right?

No no no——

Maybe, it is just like the book I returned last time, which is a poor imitation and makes no sense!

It has completely lost the former eloquent and coherent writing style!

Chen Jia couldn't bear to read it any further and could only put the book in the bottom of the box.

But now that I have come to the new storybook, it would be unreasonable not to open it and take a look, right?

Otherwise, why not open it and take a look?

Chen Jia convinced herself and happily picked up a storybook and started flipping through it.

After reading a few pages, she felt that the familiar Dengyushanren had returned!

This is what she wants to see!

Chen Jia closed the book happily and put it in Shan Lan's arms without changing her expression.

Shan Lan didn't read much and had never come across a vernacular novel.

Naturally, I don't know whether the lady had put in a storybook or a type of book that was banned by the Regent.

After selecting seven or eight books, Chen Jia let go, and Shan Lan carried a pile of books to the counter to pay.

The bookstore owner noticed such a generous customer and smiled so much that wrinkles appeared on his face. When it came time to pay, he was very enthusiastic, but he just didn't give any discount.

A pile of books in the carriage only took up a small space.

Chen Jia went back in a carriage. After walking for a distance, he saw a crowd of people gathered together in the distance, pointing and talking, making a lot of noise.

The faint sound of crying made her frown, "Shan Lan, go take a look."

"Yes, master!" Shan Lan parked the carriage and squeezed into the crowd with his own ability.

Soon she came back and replied in a low voice: "Master, there is an orphan girl ahead who is selling herself to bury her father." She tried to word it to make her reply less rigid.

No wonder I'm so sad.

Chen Jia asked again: "How much silver does she need?"

Shan Lan said without hesitation, "She needs 10 strings of cash."

The cost of this funeral is considered quite high among ordinary people. Many families who cannot afford a coffin simply use a straw mat.

"Ten strings of cash..."

Her delicate fingers tapped on the window sill. She thought for a while. It was not because she felt sorry for the money, but she was afraid that if she gave the money, the orphan girl would be targeted by someone, and that would be her fault.

"Shan Lan, you should ask someone to verify this matter first. If it is true, you can go back and find a funeral shop and ask the shop to help her bury her father and pay for the expenses."

Chen Jia quickly came up with an idea, "When the time comes, give her some more money to keep herself safe."

Shan Lan quickly responded, "Yes, Your Majesty!"