Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

Zhang Jingwei shook his head and said helplessly: "Okay, it's better to have it than not." Then he stretched out his hand and asked for it.

Lu Hui said with a stern face, "There must be a set schedule! From the third to the tenth day of every month, you have seven days to bring your study permit to the yamen gatehouse to collect it yourself. Don't catch me asking for it!"

Zhang Jingwei frowned, recalling that it was the beginning of the month when he traveled here, and quickly asked, "That's not right, I haven't received this month's payment yet!"

Lu Hui glared at him and said, "It's too late to wait!"

Zhang Jingwei's eyes widened. He felt that a large part of his tuition might have been taken advantage of by Lu Hui, and he was about to argue: "What?! How can this be..."

Lu Hui interrupted him and said, "Humph! Not only did you not receive it last month, you also never received it before. Didn't you always look down on it before? Now you come to ask for it again?"

Zhang Jingwei said confidently: "What you said...it's mine, why can't I take it!" Thinking that he had to hand over his meager tuition allowance, he felt like crying but had no tears.

This time the "wage demand" ended in nothing.

It was already late when he left the government office. Zhang Jingwei wanted to go see Zhang Liu, but the clinic was closed, so he had to run home in shame.

Although the Marquis's Mansion had no housekeeper, everything was in good order.

The night patrol security team saw Zhang Jingwei acting suspiciously and immediately attacked him with sticks.

"who!"

Zhang Jingwei raised his hand to block, but the stick that was about to fall on his head was blocked by a strong man.

"Master, are you okay?" As soon as the strong man spoke, the second and third sticks followed.

Zhang Jingwei thought it was wood, but if it was wood, the guard would have fallen down, not to mention that Mu Tou was still in the hospital at Sun Yaolang's house.

"It looks like my son-in-law. He's in trouble... He's in trouble!" One of the guards recognized Zhang Jingwei, and the others stopped.

Zhang Jingwei felt his head was wet, and when he wiped it with his hand, it was covered in blood. He exclaimed, "Fuck! Blood!"

This is not his own blood, it must be that strong man's.

The burly man stood up, rubbed his forehead, and wiped the blood off his hands directly on his clothes.

"Master, I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay..." The strong man looked relieved.

Zhang Jingwei frowned and carefully studied the man before him. He first looked at the wound on his body and found it was not serious, just a minor skin injury. Then, he shifted his gaze to the man's face, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in his heart.

The face of this sturdy man seemed to have been seen somewhere before, but he couldn't remember the specific memory at the moment.

"You don't have eyes! Eating shit is not as good as eating hot food!" Zhang Jingwei scolded the security guards.

The strong man wanted to leave at this time, but was stopped by Zhang Jingwei.

"Sir, please stay. If you go out in this state, the police will definitely arrest you as a criminal. If you don't mind, you can stay at the Marquis' Mansion for one night!"

The strong man looked at the bloodstains on his clothes and smiled foolishly.

Zhang Jingwei ordered, "You guys, take him to the firewood yard, bandage him up, and find him some clean clothes to change into. Serve him well!"

"Yes!" Several guards seized the opportunity to make amends and led the strong man to the firewood yard.

Zhang Jingwei couldn't remember, so he called a guard and asked curiously, "Do you know who he is and why he came to the Marquis' Mansion so late?"

The guard replied respectfully, "Sir, this man is a laborer from the furniture shop. The young lady broke a table in the east courtyard today, so someone sent a new one overnight."

Zhang Jingwei was startled and asked quickly, "Oh? East Courtyard, isn't that my courtyard? Isn't that the table in my room?"

The guard nodded and said, "That's right. After you left, the young lady got very angry and broke the table with one palm. I heard that the Marquis scolded her. You'd better not provoke her again."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingwei couldn't help feeling a little guilty and worried, after all, all this was caused by him.

At the same time, he also gained a new understanding of the young lady's temper, and secretly warned himself to be more careful. This time she hit the table, but what would happen if she hit herself next time?

When he returned to the east courtyard, the candle in the house was still on. Zhang Jingwei was shocked and had a bad feeling, but escaping would not solve the problem, so he simply walked into the house.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm. There was no one in the house. There was a food box on a brand new table in the hall. Zhang Jingwei felt it with the back of his hand and it was still warm.

When I opened it, it was a simple bowl of egg fried rice.

There was a note under the food box.

"If you're angry, just say it. After a few days of running around, you should go home and have a good meal. Don't take it out on yourself."

Huangfu Ling's handwriting was very beautiful. Zhang Jingwei couldn't help but read it several times. He felt warm in his heart, but also felt guilty.

When the fried rice is served, the aroma of eggs is fragrant, and a little chopped green onion is the finishing touch.

Zhang Jingwei swallowed his saliva, picked up the chopsticks impatiently, picked up a mouthful of fried rice and put it into his mouth.

He frowned, savored the food carefully, then smacked his lips and said, "Hmm... This bowl of fried rice shows me how cheap salt is in Yunzhou!"

I thought: Doesn’t she want to try it herself?

Just as Zhang Jingwei put down his chopsticks, Huangfu Ling suddenly walked in from outside.

She walked to the table and sat down, her eyes revealing anticipation and nervousness, and asked softly, "How does it taste?"

Zhang Jingwei tasted the fried rice and his eyes lit up: "Mm, it tastes great! I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking."

Huangfu Ling smiled after hearing this: "As long as you like it, I can make you midnight snacks every day."

Zhang Jingwei quickly shook his head and said, "How can this be possible? It's too hard. The food cooked by the chef in the mansion is just okay."

Huangfu Ling insisted, "It's not hard. I'm willing to cook for you. Come on, eat. I want to watch you eat."

Zhang Jingwei said helplessly, "Ah? Don't stare at me like that. Go back and rest early. I will definitely finish it."

Huangfu Ling shook his head and said seriously, "No, I haven't seen you for a few days. You look a lot thinner. I have to watch over you while you eat."

Zhang Jingwei groaned inwardly after hearing this. He hadn't expected a casually polite remark to become a stab in his back. He chewed the fried rice in small bites and swallowed it with difficulty. Just as he was about to take his second bite, an idea suddenly struck him.

Zhang Jingwei put down his chopsticks and sighed with regret, "Alas, such delicious food, it would be a pity if it were not accompanied by good wine."

Huangfu Ling immediately understood what he meant and said with a smile, "Of course! Wait a moment, I'll get you some wine."

After saying that, Huangfu Ling happily ran to get the wine.

Seeing her walking away, Zhang Jingwei quickly picked up the bowl of fried rice and wanted to pour it into the pond in the yard.

However, at this moment, his eyes accidentally swept across the note on the table and he was stunned.

Zhang Jingwei put down the fried rice, shook his head and said self-deprecatingly: "Master Zhang is still blessed!"