Upon hearing this, Han Wenzheng suddenly realized what was going on.
He suddenly understood what He Youyou meant by "discovering problems, analyzing problems, and solving problems".
Discover clues from the details obtained from the investigation, and then unravel the mystery step by step.
Along the way, He Youyou inquired ahead, while Han Wenzheng followed behind her with paper and pen, recording all the information she obtained.
I remember it very carefully. It was my first time using a calligraphy brush with an ink reservoir, and the novelty hadn't worn off yet.
Zhao Changqing watched the two of them busily working, each doing their own thing.
He followed slowly, carefully observing He Youyou's every move.
Her actions, every move, were completely unexpected by him.
I've never seen anything like this before.
He was curious, surprised, and somewhat admiring.
I admire her for having so much energy no matter what she does.
Having completed the investigation, He Youyou took the two to a nearby restaurant that looked interesting, where they enjoyed a delicious meal.
In this way, He Youyou and her two companions spent their days traveling around in carriages to conduct research, and their evenings strolling through the streets to enjoy the lanterns and have fun, happily spending two days together.
I didn't get home until the afternoon of the third day.
That evening, He Youyou took the data that Han Wenzheng had helped her record, hid in her space to make a spreadsheet, and organized it into an investigation report.
The day Zhao Changqing was to leave was fast approaching.
We originally planned to leave after the Lantern Festival.
After enjoying the lanterns for several more days and wasting a few more days, it was time to leave.
Zhao Changqing changed back into the clothes he had worn when he arrived.
He wore a dark sable coat, a golden crown, had black hair, and a dark blue brocade robe.
The carriage was ready, and Jingyu and another horse were already harnessed to it.
Zhao Changqing stood quietly at the foot of the steps of the Han family's gate, looking up at the plaque above the gate.
A light snow fell again last night, and the stone lions on both sides of the steps are each topped with some white snow.
"Master, it's time to set off," Zuo Ming, the left guard, stepped forward to remind him.
Zhao Changqing did not move.
The door to the Han family's house creaked open.
His eyes lit up.
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