But when there is business, Bo Ruoyou can't miss it. As soon as the next morning, she left the mansion and came to Lanzhengfang. Sitting in the carriage, she couldn't help but think of last night-

After returning home last night, she hesitated several times but never told Cheng Yunzhi about meeting the eldest lady of the Bo family. She knew that Cheng Yunzhi had a deep resentment towards Bo, and she was probably young when she left home, and later she was favored by her adoptive father and mother. If she did not regard the Bo family as a close relative, she would be a little less criticized. Therefore, she was afraid that she would tell Cheng Yunzhi about this, which aroused his unhappiness in his heart and came to him with an impulse. But in her opinion, now is not the best time to return to Bo family.

Since he had not told Cheng Yunzhi, he shouldn't have told Huo Weilou. This matter was hidden in his heart, so there might be no need to tell the truth.

But for some reason last night, she couldn't help but speak to Huo Weilou. Huo Weilou has always been famous. After two months of time, she felt that he was well-known. Everyone who followed him was loyal and surrendered to him. He saw his decisive and decisive methods. Although he was harsh and cold, he was rarely strict and upright and righteous. Later, he saw that he had a polite and kindness towards Song Meiniang and others. After all, he also saw that he had a gentle side. Unconsciously, her trust in him was comparable to Cheng Yunzhi.

She did not understand the affairs of the court, but in ancient times, the clear and turbid officialdom was difficult to distinguish. Although Huo Weilou was notorious, in her opinion, he was in power and was engaged in the affairs of protecting the country and the people. Now the Great Zhou Dynasty is peaceful and clear, and the civil and military officials are among the top ones. How can such a person not be willing to follow?

As my thoughts changed, the carriage had entered Lanzhengfang and soon stopped in front of the Marquis's Mansion. At this moment, the sky was shining, and the fish belly was white in the sky was shining through the bright light. The sun was about to break through the clouds. When Bo Ruoyou entered the mansion, the entire Marquis's Mansion was even quieter than last night.

The attendant went to report that she followed the corridor to the main courtyard. The attendant of the marquis seemed quite relieved of her and did not follow her. She walked on her own. As soon as she reached a fork, she did not see the person coming to greet her, but instead heard the sound of swords chanting on the side of the fork. She showed a slight hesitation and walked over with a bewitched look.

Turning over a flower stand with abundant vines and leaves, Bo Ruoyou saw Huo Weilou dancing in the distance with a sword.

He was wearing black and short blows, and his hairline was soaked in sweat. When his body was leaping, he shone with brilliance. The three-foot green edge was like a dragon in his palm, and the sword energy was swaying, causing the flowers and trees around him to shake. As the wind flowed, Bo Ruoyou seemed to hear the sound of dragon roaring and crane cries. This was not the first time she saw Huo Weilou dancing with swords, but she was a little stunned.

When she first appeared at the entrance of the flower garden, Huo Weilou saw it, but his hands did not stop and he just finished practicing the exercise. When he turned around, he saw Bo Ruo looking at him with eyes fixed on him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

He raised his hand and wiped his forehead. With a swing of his hand, he brought out a string of flying beads of sweat. He walked towards Bo Ruoyou with great strides. His whole face was full of sweat, but for no reason he felt the pressure of mountains and roars. The closer he got, the more Bo Ruoyou felt that he seemed to be glowing, which inexplicably attracted her attention, and forgot to even bow.

"Hold it." Huo Weilou did not mind or joke at all, but just handed over his sword.

Bo Ruoyou took it blankly, but he did not expect that the sword was much heavier than she thought. She slipped her hand and almost threw the sword to the ground. Huo Weilou had already lost his hand, but at this moment he couldn't help but hold her hand and the sword together, lifted it up, and frowned again, "Has the soul lost?"

Bo Ruoyou hugged the sword hard, and then he realized the rudeness and was slightly blessed, "Mr. Marquis—"

Huo Weilou's lips bent and he walked forward with big strides. Bo Ruoyou followed behind. After realizing that, he felt a little hot. Looking from her direction, the dark and complex ink-colored brocade robe was pressed against him. The more he showed his clear texture, the more he was not a strong body, but every inch of the texture was thinner and stuck to his bones, just rightly hard and contained a thousand pounds of force.

Bo Ruoyou couldn't help but look away, and Huo Weilou, who was walking in front, had already taken off his belt. When he walked to the main courtyard, he even pulled his brother-in-law open. When Eunuch Fu came out of the main courtyard, he saw Huo Weilou's disheveled appearance at a glance. He saw Bo Ruoyou behind him holding his long sword with difficulty, and then came forward with a light cry, "Be careful to hurt yourself."

He handed the long sword to Eunuch Fu, and the people of Huo Weilou were gone. Bo Ruoyou moved his sore wrists. He thought about such a heavy sword, how could Huo Weilou dance so smoothly?

"Youyou, you're too early—"

Eunuch Fu entered with a sword in his arms, and Bo Ruoyou whispered: "If you come late, I'm afraid the marquis will ask me."

Eunuch Fu couldn't help laughing out loud, "You are not a serious subordinate of the Marquis, and there is no need for a autopsy today. Why are you afraid that he will ask?"

Bo Ruoyou smiled and said nothing. Yesterday, she saw Ning Xiao feel so obedient in front of Huo Weilou. She was surprised at first, but now she understands very well, because she doesn't want to disappoint Huo Weilou.

This was a long time ago, but at the beginning, because Huo Weilou was very prejudiced to women and even came to a place where she was invisible, she worked very hard. Later, when she arrived in Luozhou, she did not dare to be disrespectful because of her request. Now, except for doing her best to do her job, she still did not want to disappoint Huo Weilou.

Unfortunately, she is not a man. Otherwise, if she would be a serious subordinate of Huo Weilou and make achievements with him, wouldn’t it be a pleasure in this life?

This thought flashed, and Bo Ruoyou entered the study and went to search for the pile of books. Huo Weilou said it very well last night. Because she carefully read the posts copied by Wei Ling today, the posts she actually wrote were all in Lingxiu regular script, and there were two nights of running script, which was also sloppy. It can be seen that Wei Ling herself was not satisfied, so she stopped writing after only two pages. If a girl of such a young age as Wei Ling, what would make her willingly study what she was not good at?

Eunuch Fu came in to deliver hot tea. Bo Ruoyou remembered what Huo Weilou said last night when he was reading the rubbings, and said, "The Marquis has been away since he was a child, but he seems to be very good at calligraphy. His calligraphy is also very powerful and his back is paper."

Eunuch Fu put the teacup on the table and sighed when he heard this. Bo Ruoyou looked at him in confusion.

"You may not believe it. If the Marquis doesn't go to the battlefield, you have to go to the imperial examination and you will win the top scorer." Eunuch Fu sighed, "Although the Marquis was practicing martial arts when he was young, he was taught by the Master in the Imperial College with the princes. The poems he wrote at the age of ** were passed on to the public, and the students also copied the seals and chanted them."

Bo Ruoyou was really surprised now, "Why did the Marquis... like marching more and go to the battlefield?"

Eunuch Fu shook his head, "No, there is nothing I like or dislike. The Marquis only does what he should do." Seeing that Bo Ruoyou didn't understand very well, Eunuch Fu said justice: "Silly girl, in the court, there are common criticisms of civil officials, but the toughest words are the ones in charge of the soldiers. At that time, the barbarians in the north attacked, and the Great Zhou Dynasty also needed someone to defend the country."

Eunuch Fu sighed, "Although I grew up watching him, it is really respectable. With the honor of the prince, I have no pleasure and glory in the capital. If you say no, you don't want it. Once you defend the northern border for five years, you will have enough military power. You can say no and don't want it. You can take it and let it go, and you never worry about it. Therefore, Your Majesty trusts him so much now."

Bo Ruoyou felt a little trembling in his heart. There were many rumors in the market, but these words were really convincing when they came out of the mouth of Eunuch Fu. Huo Weilou was a young man who joined the army. At such a young age, he was willing to go to the battlefield to endure hardships. She thought Huo Weilou liked to march and fight, but she didn't expect that he was shocked and charming.

There is nothing he likes or dislikes, the Marquis only does what he should do.

This saying sounds simple, but everyone has seven emotions and six desires. If a person can abandon desires and do what he should do, what strong will it take and how self-control it requires?

Bo Ruoyou's admiration arises naturally.

When Huo Weilou walked into the study, he had already changed into a robe. He had just taken a bath in the ink hair and had water vapor. He had sweated, and he was full of energy and spirit. When Bo Ruoyou saw him, he stood up diligently to salute.

Huo Weilou waved his hand, "What did you find?"

Bo Ruoyou pondered for a moment, "The young lady found that the second lady not only reads calligraphy, but also paintings. If she really met someone privately, then this person should be very good at these two things. The second lady joined the Lingxiao Poetry Club, and it is thought that she is a talented woman. There are many young scholars in the capital, and the popularity of document and copying in recent years, will it be related to these people? If the other party is a family, it seems that she does not need to meet her like this without hiding it from everyone."

"A young lady from a noble family, a down-and-out scholar and talented man, is common in storytelling stories." He glanced at Bo Ruoyou, "Have you read some storytelling books recently?"

Bo Ruoyou was stunned, "Minister girl... I haven't seen much, and I haven't seen it recently."

The story of such a talented man and beautiful woman is the most exciting. Bo Ruoyou's thoughts are very unconscious, so he naturally wouldn't look at these specifically. However, Huo Weilou said seriously: "I don't read much, so you need to read more."

Bo Ruoyou didn't understand what he meant, and Eunuch Fu said justice outside: "Mr. Marquis, Ning Xiao is here."

After Huo Weilou looked over to the desk, Bo Ruoyou also looked at the door. After a moment, Ning Xiao strode in. He probably didn't expect Bo Ruoyou to be here. He glanced at her unexpectedly.

Huo Weilou asked, "Is there any news?"

Ning Xiao bowed and continued, "Miss Second Miss's personal maid said that she did buy it in another library, but she didn't go there often. Her favorite is Chongwen Library. She couldn't remember the library with the word "ink". My subordinates thought that either the second lady was really rare to go elsewhere, or the second lady went elsewhere but she didn't know it. Then they went to visit the marquis's instructions overnight. There were about 30 libraries in this capital with the name of the ink, and only five were able to copy the book last night."

The book book last night was considered a rare book. It had been lost. Now only various rubbings are circulating on the market, and the money is expensive. Ning Xiao took out a scroll of paper from his sleeve, "These five families are in the west, two families in the east, and one in the south of the city."

Bo Ruoyou couldn't help asking: "But is there anyone near the Yuxi River in the east of the city?"

Ning Xiao nodded, "The two families in the east of the city are near Yuxi River. One is close to the east city, and another one is on the east side of Changxingfang, not far from where the second lady was discovered. When I went to Chongwen Library yesterday, I asked the servant in the library. The servant recalled that he had indeed met the second lady. Because the second lady often went there, he also recognized her. But the second lady did not buy books yesterday, but looked at it and left. The direction he left was only out of Fushun Street when he left, and there was no other abnormality. The servant said that although the second lady bought many book books, there was no difference, and he did not see anyone she saw in Chongwen Library."

Bo Ruoyou couldn't help but say, "So the second lady said that going to Chongwen Library is just a cover? What she wants to go to is actually something else?"

Huo Weilou responded and said, "It's probably going to the east of the city."

Fushun Street is not close to Yuxi River, and the place where her body was found was very far from Fushun Street. The murderer was not willing to take a living person to the east. Only Wei Ling himself is the most likely to go east.

Huo Weilou stood up and said, "Let's go."

Ning Xiao walked out in response. Bo Ruoyou breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. He wanted to say something but didn't say it. There was a light flashing in his eyes. Huo Weilou had just taken two steps and looked back at her, "Want to go with him?"

Bo Ruoyou nodded immediately, obviously what he was waiting for, Huo Weilou said, "Then come with him."

After saying that, Huo Weilou turned around and walked out. Bo Ruoyou's eyes were bright and bright. Ning Xiao frowned slightly. He looked at Huo Weilou, then Bo Ruoyou, and then followed.

Bo Ruoyou felt a little guilty when he saw it. After all, it was not her turn to search and visit. She couldn't help but be more grateful to Huo Weilou. He saw what she was thinking in her heart, and it satisfied her even more, which made her feel a little secret joy in her heart.

After leaving the mansion, Huo Weilou had already gotten on the carriage. When he saw Bo Ruoyou coming out, he lifted the curtain and looked at the outsider: "You follow me."

Ning Xiao rolled over the horse's back. When he heard this, he frowned and stared at Bo Ruoyou, as if he was about to stare into a hole from her. However, it was not the first time Bo Ruoyou was in the same car as Huo Weilou, so he hurriedly climbed up.

The carriage was moving, because Lan Zhengfang was in the west of the city and it took half an hour to go east. Along the way, Bo Ruoyou lifted the curtain and looked out the room, talking about the case with Huo Weilou. Huo Weilou glanced at her and felt a little funny for a moment, "I recommend you to Jingzhao Mansion, Sun Zhao is really a shame. You are thinking about the case, so what can you say without any hesitation?"

Bo Ruoyou was slightly stunned, "The case is urgent now, and the people are naturally worried. Isn't the Marquis worried? The Marquis finally came to visit one day..."

After Bo Ruoyan finished speaking, he thought again, what could she say to Wu Zhaohou?

Huo Weilou sighed in his heart and suddenly asked, "You said your adoptive father is sick, how is he now?"

Bo Ruoyou raised his lips, "The adoptive father knows some medical principles and always prescribes for himself. Now that winter has passed and the weather is getting warmer, he has been much better. Thank you for your concern."

Huo Weilou thought for a while, "If you feel it's inappropriate, I will also look for the imperial doctor to see him."

Bo Ruoyou was flattered for a moment, "Thank you, Marquis, if your adoptive father gets sick again, the daughter of the people will come again to trouble the Marquis."

Seeing her like that, Huo Weilou knew that she had not had any thoughts of being a slutty person with him now. She felt that she was stupid and that she was rare. Then she asked her about the recent situation of her house. As she asked, even Uncle and Aunt Liang understood a rough idea. After walking along the way, when she arrived at the first bookstore, the sun had already climbed into the sky.

The first bookstore was named Hanmo, which occupied a street-facing shop in Dongcheng City. It was very spacious and the shopkeeper was hospitalized. When he saw several noble people coming together, he came forward to receive it with him diligently. But in a blink of an eye, he saw the embroidered clothes following behind, and his expression immediately changed a little.

Huo Weilou took Bo Ruoyou to look in the bookstore, but his eyes did not stop until he found the running rubbings of the calligraphy saint of the previous dynasty. "How many people buy these rubbings on weekdays?"

The shopkeeper said in fear: "Not many. The people who are responsible for writing this set of rubbings have a lot of hard work. It takes two or three months to publish one, so it is not cheap. Most of the people who buy this book are talented and want to make some improvements in calligraphy."

Huo Weilou glanced at Ning Xiao, and Ning Xiao immediately took out a portrait and asked again: "Have you seen her come to buy this rubbing?"

The portrait is Wei Ling, and I don’t know who painted it by Zhizhe. It’s quite realistic. The shopkeeper looked at it, but shook his head, “The people who bought this rubbing are mostly young men, and the girls really have never seen them.”

Huo Weilou looked at him. It was not Wei Ling who came to buy it, but it might have been bought by someone else, and then gave it to her. "How many rubbings have you sold here in the past six months?"

The shopkeeper smiled bitterly, "There are not yet ten books."

"Can they know their identities?"

The shopkeeper shook his head with a wry smile, "Of course I don't know this. The guests will leave after buying things, and the villains will not ask about it."

Huo Weilou then sank his eyes and asked some more questions, but the answers given by the shopkeeper were disappointing. He did not delay his work and took his people straight to the bookstore on the east side of Changxingfang.

The carriage took two more incense sticks. When he got off the carriage, Bo Ruoyou saw a Moyi Calligraphy and Painting Museum. This place not only sells books, but also paintings. The shop opened on the side facing the Yuxi River, which looked a little deserted. But as soon as he entered the shop, he could see several imitation paintings hanging in the middle. Bo Ruoyou was shocked and almost thought it was the authentic one.

The shopkeeper was dozing off after the counter, and he didn't raise his head when he heard the sound: "Looking at books and paintings at will, and the price is clearly marked. If you want to customize imitation and engraving and rubbing, you will first negotiate the price and then start construction. In addition, you will also leave the poems, paintings and texts of all the talents in the capital and the most popular words..."

The shopkeeper recited a series of words smoothly, and when he realized something was wrong, he looked up. Seeing Huo Weilou bringing Bo Ruoyou into the door, and both of them were very aura, he quickly stood up, "What do you guys look at?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the embroidered clothes outside the door. The shopkeeper's face changed slightly and immediately walked out. "Sir, our small business is clear, whether it is genuine or imitated, and there is no way to deceive customers--"

Huo Weilou looked at the shopkeeper for a few moments and only looked at the rubbings. However, he looked at it and did not see the paintings that were viewed from Wei Ling. He sank his eyes and signaled Ning Xiao. Ning Xiao showed off Wei Ling's portrait again. He thought that this place was particularly remote, but he was afraid that he would still find nothing, but he didn't expect that the shopkeeper actually exclaimed softly.

"I've seen this lady."

This statement made Huo Weilou and others look excited, and the shopkeeper said again: "This lady likes Lu Dacai's paintings and calligraphy. She has asked several times in the past two months, but she missed "Song Tao Picture" and "Canglang Pavilion".

Huo Weilou raised his eyebrows, "Who is Lu Da Caizi?"

The shopkeeper was stunned, "Does the master really know? Lu Wenhe, the talented man of Lu, is the nephew of Lu Jijiu, the Imperial College Superintendent. He was the Jinshi at the age of fifteen. He was able to win the top scorer, but he was unable to go to the examination room due to illness. His paintings were copied by no means worse than the genuine ones. In the past or two years, he began to make his own poems and paintings, and he had a style of a great generation at a young age. His poems and paintings are hard to find in the capital. He is not talented in a small shop. He has a bit of friendship with Lu, and occasionally he can decide on his paintings. However, he sometimes only makes a painting for half a year, which is really intimate."

Huo Weilou knew that the Imperial College Priest Liu Jia, but he didn't know what Lu Wenhe was. He glanced at the hall and said, "Which painting belongs to him?"

The shopkeeper smiled bitterly for a moment, "Of course there is no such thing as the shop. He will snatch his paintings as soon as they are released. If the adults want them, the shop can only ask someone to ask. If the adults offer another price, it is still an unknown number to see whether the painting can fall into the hands of the adults."

Huo Weilou did not comment, "This lady has come a lot?"

The shopkeeper nodded quickly, "I haven't seen it before, but this little six months has been around. To be honest, the shop has treasures in the store, and the customers who come to the shop are generous. Therefore, in the past six months, Lu Da Caizi's paintings have been sold by our store. The lady didn't know where to find out, so she came to ask many times. She didn't buy Lu Da Caizi's paintings, but she knew that Lu Da Caizi's good at running scripts, so she bought some other rubbings to go back."
To be continued...