After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

The young and energetic teenagers have suffered setbacks again and again and are too lazy to try their best to please others.

For example, He Shuyuan and Liu Yanming both went back to the provincial school or academy to study and never went there again.

But there are also those who persevere, such as Wang's cousin - Shin Kwang-jo.

At first, he invited the most beautiful courtesan from Chunmanlou and wanted to give her to the prince, but was scolded by his uncle first.

He cannot bear the charge of corrupting the crown prince, as the prince is still young.

Shin Kwang-jo admitted his mistake on the surface but didn't take it seriously in his heart. He knew the feeling of women at the age of eleven.

Men, aren't they all the same?

But he could not disobey his uncle, so he found a famous painting from the treasury and wanted to present it to the emperor.

Before he even reached the prince, Lord Lu praised the painting as excellent, so he had no choice but to give it to Lord Lu.

After that, he found a famous horse, which was said to have the bloodline of a Ferghana horse, and bought it for five hundred taels.

The original intention was to present it to the prince, but unexpectedly, the prince's divine horse and the BMW started fighting, and the divine horse kicked the BMW down with one hoof.

Before Shin Gwang-jo could react, he saw the prince patting Shenjun soothingly.

He said Shenjun was frightened and asked him to pay compensation.

Shin Kwang-jo: ...

He felt that he was more frightened than Shenjun.

It was the first time in my life that I saw horses fighting.

He had no choice but to pay another two hundred taels to buy good food for Shenjun.

Lord Wang was very disappointed. He used to think that his nephew was quite smart, but he failed at the critical moment.

He doesn't even know how to flatter someone, but always pats the horse's legs.

However, Prince Qingmin couldn't help but ask the Crown Prince privately: "Your Highness, has Shin Gwangjo offended you?"

Shi Junyan did not answer.

"Is everything packed?"

"Yes!" Qing Min bowed his head respectfully, not daring to ask further questions: "We can set off early tomorrow morning."

Shi Junyan looked through the window at the dark night, not knowing what he was thinking.

Fang Nanzhi's family could not experience the bustling circle of nobles in Huai'an Prefecture.

At dawn, Fang Nanzhi got on the carriage.

She asked her father to go to the city gate.

Fang Tong yawned as he drove the car: "Zhizhi, you and Master Shi have an appointment to see you off at the city gate? Or why don't you go directly to Zhou's house and avoid making a wasted trip?"

"We didn't make an appointment, but he must have passed through the city gate when he left the city."

Fang Nanzhi's voice came from the carriage, sounding a little listless.

I copied books last night and got up again not long after falling asleep.

The little girl sighed, she felt she was too busy.

The carriage soon arrived at the city gate, where there were vehicles lined up in groups of three or four.

The city gates haven't opened yet, so they can't get out.

Fang Nanzhi jumped off the carriage, looked around, and didn't see anyone familiar, so he simply sat on the shaft and waited.

Fang Tong took a thin cloak from the carriage and put it on his daughter.

Although the weather is getting hotter, it is still cold in the early morning.

He couldn't help but mutter, "I don't know what you're doing. You have to come to the city gate to wait for someone. Are you planning to see me off at the Ten-Mile Pavilion like in the opera?"

Fang Nanzhi lowered his head and said nothing.

She just inexplicably felt that Shi Junyan wanted to leave quietly.

She felt that going to Zhou's house would cause him trouble.

At Zhou's house, the vehicles, horses and luggage were all packed.

Qing Min looked at the sky and couldn't help but urge: "Your Highness, if you don't leave now, the city gate will be open for too long, and there will be too many people coming in and out. I'm afraid your whereabouts will be exposed."

Shi Junyan held the teacup in his hand, lowered his head and savored the tea, as if he didn't hear it.

On the other hand, Mr. Zhou, who was sitting next to him, stroked his beard and said, "Don't wait any longer. Zhizhi is young and sleeps a lot. She's probably not awake yet."

Shi Junyan paused for a moment, then drank the tea in one gulp and stood up.

He bowed to Mr. Zhou, who felt panic-stricken, as if his life would be shortened, but he endured it and did not dodge.

"Take care of yourself, and please take care of Zhizhi."

Shi Junyan’s words are concise and to the point.

Mr. Zhou was at a loss for words. He only had one disciple, so who else could he take care of if not her?

Shi Junyan finally left.

Qing Min could only send the person to the gate of the mansion, but Zhou Zijing caught up.

He wanted to send the person to the capital and then come back.

Two carriages with the Li's Trading Company logo on them arrived at the city gate.

The gate happened to be open and carriages were queuing up to leave the city.

Fang Tong pulled the carriage to the side to make way for others.

"Daughter, did you remember the date wrong? Or maybe they left in the afternoon?"

Fang Nanzhi scratched her head, she didn't know either.

"Dad, wait a moment."

A familiar voice reached his ears, and Shi Junyan suddenly opened his eyes in the car.

He was about to reach out and lift the carriage curtain when Zhou Zijing quickly blocked his way. He ordered outside, "Someone come and ask Miss Fang to leave the city for a chat."

If you show up at this time and are seen by someone with ulterior motives, all your efforts will be wasted.

"Yes."

Someone went there immediately.

Fang Tong didn't recognize the person, but Fang Nanzhi felt that he looked familiar, so she didn't hesitate and asked her father to take her out of the city.

After walking another four or five miles out of the city, there were fewer carriages and horses on the official road.

Fang Tong and his daughter were invited into the carriage of Li Ji Trading Company.

Fang Tong frowned, looked outside furtively, and asked in a low voice, "Master Shi, have you offended anyone? Why are you sneaking back to Kyoto?"

"Why don't you tell me and see if there's anything I can do to help?"

He thought that although he was just a peasant and had no one above him, he had people below him.

For example, sending Shi Junyan to the countryside or hiding in the woods for ten days or half a month would be fine.

Shi Junyan didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Zhou Zijing almost couldn't hold back his laughter, but deep down he felt that both the Fang family father and daughter were sincere people.

"Ahem, Uncle Fang, I was too arrogant to call you that. You misunderstood. I just need to keep a low profile. If anything really happens, my grandfather will help."

According to seniority, if he calls Fang Nanzhi "Master Aunt", he should call Fang Tong "Grandpa Fang"?

But the age difference between them was only ten years, so he really couldn't open his mouth.

Fang Tong didn't care about these things. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, there is also the old doctor Zhou."

"Thank you, Uncle Fang, for your concern." Shi Junyan spoke, easing his embarrassment.

Then his eyes fell on Fang Nanzhi.

She came to see him off after all. As smart as ever, she knew to wait for someone at the city gate without him saying anything.

She really treated him as a friend, right?

Shi Junyan was in a good mood.

Fang Nanzhi took out a purse from his sleeve and said, "Here, this is for you."

"There's a hidden weapon inside. You can figure out how to use it later."

Fang Nanzhi saw this from the trading system, then drew a blueprint and used his private money to have it made at a blacksmith shop.

It’s not that she was reluctant to spend points to buy it, but the system said that the material used in that era was not iron, but a new type of steel.

The materials are so different that it’s easy to spot the difference if you give it to someone.

She couldn't explain it.

Shi Junyan took it and clenched his hands: "Thank you, Zhizhi."

Fang Nanzhi smiled.

Then he took out a bigger bag from his father's arms.

"You're welcome. I have something else to trouble you with. This is for my second uncle. He hasn't sent a letter back since he went to Beijing. If you're free, please help me look after him."

Shi Junyan glanced at the big bundle, then at the purse in his hand, and his feeling of being moved turned into helplessness.