After Master Rong Li finished speaking, he stared at An Jingzhi closely, trying to find any flaws in the other party.
An Jingzhi still looked calm and unhurried. "The housekeeper is a little tired of breakfast. Ask the kitchen to bring two cups of tea."
The housekeeper looked at him with some concern, but still went out and ordered the kitchen to do its work.
"Why are you avoiding answering? Are you hiding something?"
An Jingzhi said calmly, "Just because this guy who tried to assassinate me said I signed up to take his place, did Master Rong Li believe it?"
"Let's not talk about whether his identity is true or not. Even if it is true, wouldn't he lie?"
An Jingzhi did not choose to prove himself, but instead suspected the other party, because it would be stupid to prove himself based on the other party's accusations.
Young Master Rong Li said, "I have already sent people to investigate this person's identity. There is absolutely no doubt about it. If you are really him, there is no way you would not recognize him."
An Jingzhi remained calm and composed. "I really don't remember him very well. Young Master Rong Li, you may not know that I once had a head injury, and I can't remember many things clearly."
“I came here because I saw the appointment letter for that fiefdom on me.”
"So he became the mayor of Qucheng. Later, the man next to you," An Jingzhi glanced at Jin Fu calmly and continued, "called me a fake. He also said that if I gave him some treasure, he would conceal the matter for me. After I refused, he ran away."
After hearing this, Master Rong Li's brow wrinkled so tightly that it could kill a mosquito. He glared at Jin Fu fiercely and asked, "Why didn't you report these things?"
Jin Fu said with great fear, "I, I simply forgot."
I forgot, maybe he didn't say it on purpose? Young Master Rong Li also probably understood that it was nothing more than Jin Fu trying to threaten the other party to get the treasure, but failed, so he found him.
In this case, how true is it that the other party said that this person is a fake?
Originally, after seeing all the things happening in the city, he no longer believed that the Lord of Qucheng was an imposter. Now, after listening to what An Jingzhi said, his five points of suspicion were reduced to only two points.
"Since the city lord has lost his previous memories, it means that you are most likely not the city lord of Qucheng."
An Jingzhi did not argue, "Whether it is true or not, we only need to report it to the master and ask them to send someone to investigate, not this assassin."
Jin Fu angrily said, "I'm not an assassin! I never intended to kill you!"
When he first came to the city and heard about the imposter's benevolent policies towards the civilians, he still had some good feelings towards him. But now, looking at his appearance, he seemed more and more cunning, and his good impression had disappeared completely when he escaped.
An Jingzhi said: "You broke into my house in the middle of the night, who would believe you are not an assassin?"
The old butler just came in with someone carrying tea.
Young Master Rong Li is still unsure of the other party's true identity and does not dare to offend him rashly.
Even if a big noble wants to swallow up a small noble, there must be a legitimate reason.
He fixed his eyes on a small cup of water with a few green leaves in front of him and asked, "What is this?"
An Jingzhi picked up the teacup and took a sip. "This is tea leaves. Soaking in water is good for relieving greasiness."
"Is it developed by the people in the City Lord's Mansion?" Young Master Rong Li imitated the other party and took a sip gently. He felt a faint bitterness in his mouth. When he savored it again, a sweetness filled his mouth.
"Of course." An Jingzhi said, "I just made a few suggestions."
Young Master Rong Li said, "The City Lord is truly a refined person. This tea is truly a fine thing. It tastes bitter at first, but then becomes sweet at the end. It embodies the gentleman's principle of first suffering and then sweetness."
An Jingzhi smiled and said, "Since Master Rong Li likes it, be sure to take some with you when you leave later."
Young Master Rong Li evaded the question, "How can I get something for nothing? The City Lord, please tell me how much gold and silver you need. I'll take some back so my father can have a taste."
An Jingzhi was embarrassed. "I got this by chance. It weighs less than two kilograms now. Since you are so kind, I can't delay."
"Then I will give you a pound of this. Although the cooking process is complicated, I hope that your filial piety will allow me to give you only ten gold coins."
Young Master Rong Li paused while tasting the tea. "A pound of tea costs ten taels of gold?"
An Jingzhi said as if it was a matter of course, "Could it be that you feel that this is too cheap and that you can't show your filial piety?"
Young Master Rong Li was choking and coughing non-stop, "Why is this thing, why..."
He didn't explain for a long time why it was so expensive.
An Jingzhi understood and said seriously, "Considering your status, it is indeed a bit cheap. When you come next time, I will give you better tea that is worthy of your status."
Young Master Rong Li had to keep all his words to himself.
In his opinion, An Jingzhi was already a noble who knew how to eat and enjoy life.
It seemed that in the other party's eyes, he should be a more luxurious aristocrat, and he felt aggrieved.
But I can't say, no, no, you sell this thing too expensive, my father is a count, but he doesn't enjoy it as much as you do.
Can he say that?
An Jingzhi seemed to be really considering the other party, and continued to introduce to him the difficulties of frying tea leaves and the difficulties of planting tea trees.
Selecting tea is a science, not to mention that it is not cultivated artificially nowadays. People need to be sent to the mountains to find the tenderest ones, pick them, and then fry them in a complicated way.
As Master Rong Li listened, he felt that this pound of tea and ten pound of tea were not expensive at all.
Jin Fu watched the two of them chatting more and more happily, and his heart was spinning with anxiety. Weren't they discussing whether the other party was a fake? How did the conversation turn into this?
"Young Master." He coughed twice and reminded him.
Young Master Rong Li glanced at him with some dissatisfaction. "I know what you want to say. You've concealed so many things from me, causing me to offend the city lord. I haven't gotten back at you yet."
"As for your story about commoners pretending to be nobles, I think it still needs to be verified."
His suspicions about the other party had been largely dispelled after arriving in Qucheng, not to mention this conversation with An Jingzhi.
The other party's speech, behavior, and wording were all in line with the aristocratic demeanor.
Even if he could really impersonate the position of the Lord of Qucheng, it would only be a more noble identity, and he would never be a so-called commoner.
But what needed to be verified still needed to be verified. Young Master Rong Li said to An Jingzhi with a satisfied look on his face, "Thank you, City Lord, for your hospitality. I'm sorry for being rude this time. Thank you for your forgiveness."
"Mr. Rong Li, you are being too polite. You and I hit it off the moment we met and had a very pleasant conversation." An Jingzhi said.
The two of them had another conversation of mutual respect.
Ninety percent of the conversation focused on food.
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