The next day, Murphy packed up his backpack and came to the palace of Rong Zhen, led by his servants into a small independent courtyard.

In Murphy's imagination, there should be a lot of guests and diners in the mansion for someone like Xiang Wuyue, but what she saw was deserted. Along the way, in this huge mansion, except for the guards and servants , hardly saw a few figures who looked like scribes.

Could it be... Could it be that... I am the first?

In fact, this guess is also well-founded. With Wu Yue's illustrious name of "invincible ghost general", how many people with normal thinking will come to vote?

Tears were shed in her heart, but the matter had come to this point, and Murphy had no turning back. At least Wu Yue was very strong, which was exactly what she needed.

When he entered the courtyard assigned to him, he saw a servant who was kneeling on the ground. The servant who led the way introduced, "This is the servant who is responsible for taking care of the son's daily life. If the son needs anything, just find him."

Murphy nodded, and the servant who led the way bowed and left.

"Get up." Murphy said as he walked into the room.

The kneeling servant stood up after responding, and Murphy saw his appearance clearly. He was only about fifteen or six years old, handsome in appearance, just a child. she.

Murphy turned his eyes to the room, where the furnishings were relatively simple. On the left was a bookcase, and a lacquer incense burner stood in the corner behind the bookcase. A window was opened to the left in the center, and a long table was placed under the window. A small coffee table; further to the right, there are two staggered screens that separate the rooms. Walking in slowly, there is a bedroom on the side of the screen, and at the innermost is a carved wooden bed, neatly covered with quilts; there is a low cabinet beside the bed, followed by a wardrobe, a dressing table and a shelf.

Apart from that, there are no other superfluous objects, but it can be seen that it has been carefully cleaned and organized, and it is very clean. Putting the backpack on the low bedside table, Murphy found that there was a small room on the left, and walked over to take a look. There were wooden buckets and wall racks, and there were towels and saponin-like things on the racks. There are also drains in the corners of the walls.

Well, this is the bathroom.

Looking forward, there is a door on the other side of the bathroom. Murphy guessed that it should be a thatched hut. After thinking about it, he opened the door in the past. Unexpectedly, there is an aisle outside the door. The small house on the left of the aisle is the hut. The turning point is connected to the kitchen.

Murphy asked curiously, "Do you cook the food yourself?"

The little servant who had been following her replied: "No, the son's meals are delivered by Fuzhong. This kitchen is for making supper for the son when he is hungry at night."

Murphy nodded suddenly, seeing that although the kitchen was simple, it was quite complete with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and he could open fire by himself in the future. She has been in this era for so long, and she has no love for the food here. It may be because the main ingredients are rough, such as salt. Due to the backward refining technology, the salt is in the form of light yellow hard lumps with a bitter taste. The taste of food made with salt can be imagined.

It seems that in the future, for the sake of my own taste, I have to find a way to refine the coarse salt. This is not difficult, and it can be done under conditions.

After visiting his residence, Murphy asked the little servant's name: "What's your name?"

"Little slave Mu Xi."

Murphy looked at the boy who bowed his head respectfully and said, "Don't be too cautious, I don't eat people."

Her intention was to appear easy-going, but with her flat expression and sullen tone, the effect was greatly diminished.

Mu Xi was standing still, but when he heard her words, he took a small step back without a trace.

Mo Fei was silent, and after a while, he asked again: "Mu Xi, tell me about the situation in this mansion! For example, what are the rules and taboos."

"Yes." Mu Xi glanced at him secretly and replied earnestly, "Young Master is a guest of the palace, with a high status, and he is free to enter and exit. Feel free to hang out in the Fuzhong."

Murphy's heart moved: "How many guests are there in this mansion? Why are there no people around my hospital?"

Mu Xi said: "There are currently eight diners in the mansion, all of whom live in the small courtyard on the south side. There are three guests, including the son, who live in the two courtyards next door."

"So few?" She heard Wei Xuan say that there are hundreds of diners in the eldest prince's residence alone.

Mu Xi raised his head and glanced at Mo Fei strangely, and then replied: "It seems that the son is not from his own country, and the master is the only feudal prince in the state of Suo, and the fief is in Rongzhen. The master's real mansion is also there."

Murphy was surprised. The only princely king? What is the identity of this Wu Yue? Just a brave and good general can be a king and a fief?

It seems necessary to have a thorough understanding, after all, this adult is her future parents! But it's not suitable to inquire in the mansion. I'll talk about it later when find a chance to meet with Wei Xuan.

After lunch, Murphy thought that he had only written the first half of the brief book he presented yesterday, so he could finish it when he had time to avoid being asked about it next time we met.

She thought that she had just entered the palace today, so Wu Yue should not summon her for the time being. But after dinner, Murphy's guess was wrong, and Wu Yue sent someone to ask her to talk in the study.

"Master Futu, please come in." A servant welcomed Mo Fei into the study, and then closed the door.

Lights were lit in several places in the room, but the light was dim and vague.

Murphy took a few steps and saw Wu Yue who was reading something in front of the desk. This should be the third time we met. The first time was just a quick glance, but the murderous ruthlessness left a deep impression on her; the second time was yesterday's interview. Needless to say, it was quite embarrassing. Human; this time, the distance was only a few meters, and Murphy could really see his face. The outline of the atmosphere was strong, the facial features were strong, the eyes were like sharp swords, and the beauty was like carvings, but it gave people the feeling of only two words - cold. Leng Na's battle-hardened killing intent, and Jun Na's aura in a high position. have to say, this is really a bad person.

"Fu Tu has seen His Royal Highness King Rong Zhen." He still just bowed his hands and did not bow down.

Wu Yue gently put down the booklet, looked at him for a long time, and said, "You... are you dissatisfied with this king bringing you into the mansion?"

"Don't dare, Futu is not dissatisfied." With a drop of cold sweat, this is to settle the account after the autumn, to settle her guilt for admitting the wrong person?

"Then, as this king's guest, how should you address this king?"

call? Is there anything wrong with calling Your Highness? Murphy was puzzled.

Wu Yue narrowed his eyes, tapped his fingers lightly on the bookcase, and continued, "This king knows that you were originally going to the Prince's Mansion, but now that you are here, you can no longer have second thoughts."

Mo Fei said lightly, "Your Highness has been worrying too much."

"Really?" Wu Yue carefully looked at the young man in front of him. He didn't seem to be very old, but his bearing was extraordinary. Few people could face him so calmly and calmly. In addition, this young man gave him a very special feeling.

"In this case, this king hopes that you will call this king 'lord' in the future."

That's right, my lord! Murphy bowed: "Yes, my lord."

"Today, the king asked you to come here because of the tablet you handed over. There are still some unknowns in it."

"Master, but it's okay to ask."

Wu Yue nodded, pointed to the side and said, "Sit."

Murphy was also welcome, and after thanking him, he walked to the soft cushion next to him and sat down on his knees.

Wu Yue's eyes flickered slightly, and the strange feeling in his heart came out again, but his face did not move at all, and he began to inquire about some content on the slip.

This was exactly what Murphy was familiar with, and she responded fluently. Between questions and answers, she slowly let go of her original tension, as if she was discussing issues with her tutor, naturally and focused.

Unconsciously, it was late at night, and after hearing the reminder from the servant outside the door, the two ended their conversation.

Fu Tu got up and retire, and before leaving, he even presented the second half of what he had written in the afternoon.

Wu Yue didn't make much trouble, and sent someone to escort him back to the yard.

When the door was closed again, Wu Yue suddenly asked, "How?"

Then, a middle-aged man walked out from behind the screen. He bowed first, and then replied, "You have an extraordinary conversation and a unique opinion."

Wu Yue didn't speak, just nodded. This young man was able to talk eloquently in front of him just now, which is worthy of praise.

The middle-aged man said again: "It's just that what puzzles Ouhan is that with this young master's talent and appearance, how could he remain anonymous?"

"This king has seen him appear in the Lianjia caravan."

"Oh? Lianjia?" The middle-aged man's eyes were a little slack, and he muttered something in a low voice.

Wu Yue glanced at him, clapped the note on his hand, and said, "You send someone to Rong Zhen, first build the new farm tools, and then set aside a few places for trial planting. If successful, implement it."

After speaking, he stood up, walked out, and said, "I'll leave his business to you, and I'll bring it back to Rong Zhen if there is no major problem."

As soon as Murphy returned to the yard, Mu Xi called hot water, and after she washed it, she threw herself on the bed. didn't feel it when we faced each other just now, but felt exhausted when it was over.

I didn't expect that it would take so long to talk casually. Apart from being a little nervous at the beginning, she was not nervous at all during the process? It seems that getting a foothold in this mansion is not as difficult as I imagined, and the ghost general is not as difficult to get along with as I imagined. His temperament seems to be somewhat similar to his own mentor. , he didn't care so much about many details, such as her salute.

It's just that people like Wu Yue would discuss the issue of farmland water conservancy with her, which is really out of tune...

Thinking so wildly, Murphy slowly fell asleep.