Zhao Wenqi was such a clever little fellow; as soon as he heard him say that, he immediately knew that something was going to happen.
The Imperial Uncle has finally given in.
While the iron was hot, he rubbed his body against his uncle again.
Zhao Changqing had no choice but to pick him up and drag him to find He Youyou.
After searching the courtyard without finding her, I asked a servant and learned that the mistress was currently talking to the young master in his room.
So Zhao Changqing took his nephew and went straight to Han Wenzheng's room.
The door to the room was wide open, and the sounds of two people talking and laughing could be heard from a distance.
Zhao Changqing strode through the door.
"Uncle Zhao".
When Han Wenzheng saw him enter, he hurriedly bowed.
He Youyou asked in surprise, "Hanzhang, what brings you here? Is something the matter?"
Zhao Changqing smiled with satisfaction.
Well, this time I finally got it right.
"I have something to discuss with you."
Han Wenzheng hurriedly invited him to sit down.
He poured another cup of water from the teapot on the table.
Zhao Wenqi didn't stand on ceremony and sat down next to Zhao Changqing in the chair.
There were four people in the room. Three of them sat with imposing postures, while Han Wenzheng stood alone behind He Youyou, obedient as a servant.
"Hanzhang, speak frankly if you have something to say."
He Youyou prefers to get straight to the point and dislikes those polite and perfunctory opening remarks.
Zhao Changqing knew she was impatient: "My nephew came from the capital this time and wants to stay in Jizhou for a while. I don't have any other friends in Jizhou. I wonder if you could look after him for a while?"
He Youyou glanced at Zhao Wenqi.
She was only eight or nine years old, and looked quite clever.
It's not that it's impossible.
but……
We must make the unpleasant things clear from the beginning.
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