While Zhao Guangyuan was thinking about how to resettle Lu Shanchang, Fang Da and Fang Er over there had gone through many difficulties and dangers, traveling day and night, and had returned to the capital.
When they reached the boundary of the capital, Fang Er breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had reached the capital alive.
"Brother, should we go directly to the imperial mausoleum, or should we have someone bring a letter to His Highness?"
Fang Da did not hesitate, "Let's go directly to the imperial mausoleum."
Of course Fang Er also wanted to see His Highness earlier, but, "Brother, I'm afraid there are a lot of people who know us at the Imperial Mausoleum. Let's go directly. If anyone recognizes us, I'm afraid that I might injure His Highness."
Fang Da thought for a while: "It has been six years, and the batch of mausoleum guards at that time may not be here. Moreover, we stay in the imperial mausoleum and do not go out during the day. We only go out at night and put on night clothes. No one will recognize us. Even so. If you recognize it, we won't admit it, as long as it doesn't implicate His Highness."
"Okay, then let's go directly to His Highness!"
If you don’t go out during the day and can only see people at night, what’s the point? What could be worse than staying at the southwest and northwest borders blowing wind and eating dirt?
Even if he doesn't go out for a month, Fang Er is willing to stay with His Highness.
Zhao Guangyuan has received many boxes of various antiques sent by Lu Ye in the past few days. There is also a whole box of calligraphy and painting. When Lu Ye goes to the ghost market to buy some, he will buy some from the workshop, which will be enough for him to go to the antique shop.
Antique shops are not like ordinary shops. There is business every day, and you can buy a lot at once. This business depends on fate. It is not open for ten and a half months, and it is common for one transaction to be completed in a quarter and half a year.
Zhao Guangyuan is not afraid of losing money. He has confidence in this antique shop. One is that he has confidence, and the other is that through this shop, he has other arrangements.
Just manpower... How to arrange the selection of shopkeepers?
He and Miss Lin were worried about hiring someone in modern times. It was best to run this kind of shop by yourself or someone you trusted, but neither he nor Miss Lin could take charge.
Zhao Guangyuan had a headache.
Suddenly an idea flashed through his mind.
While thinking about the feasibility, I rolled up the "Picture of the Spring Imperial City" that had been drawn and dried, and prepared to send it to someone to frame it tomorrow, so that it could be given to Miss Lin.
I was just feeling happy when I heard a slight stamping sound on the roof. This sound was different from Lu Ye's. Was it friend or foe?
Zhao Guangyuan immediately blew out the candles and hid in a corner of the hall, staring in the direction of the roof in the darkness, listening carefully to the sounds above.
Soon, someone broke in through the back window. The sound of landing is very light.
Zhao Guangyuan tried his best to hide his figure. Seeing a dark figure groping towards the inner room, he tightened the soft sword on his waist.
As a result, "Your Highness, Your Highness..." a very soft voice came.
Huh?
The voice was very familiar, but Zhao Guangyuan couldn't believe it.
"Your Highness, Your Highness?"
Zhao Guangyuan's whole body froze, "Who?"
The shadow paused, then turned to look at the voice, "Your Highness?"
"Who is it?" Zhao Guangyuan's voice was trembling.
Then there was a burst of hurried footsteps running over, and in an instant he fell at the feet of Zhao Guangyuan, "Your Highness!" with a cry.
Zhao Guangyuan couldn't believe it, his voice was stuck in his throat. Feeling the other party touching his feet and calling him with choked sobs, Zhao Guangyuan found his voice: "Fang Da?"
"It's your subordinate! Your Highness, it's me, it's Fang Da!"
"Fangda!"
"Your Highness!"
The master and servant held each other's hands and cried, "You're not dead, you're still alive! Great, great!"
"Your Highness... This subordinate is not dead. I am alive to find Your Highness!"
Great, Fang Da is not dead. What about Fang Er? Fang Er is dead?
Another voice came from the darkness: "Your Highness!" It was also crying, and like Fang Da, he also fell in front of Zhao Guangyuan.
Fang Er was asked by his brother to watch outside, but after waiting for a long time, both his brother and His Highness started crying without thinking of him. Jumped down hastily.
"Okay, okay, you are all alive, you are all alive!"
"We are all alive, still alive!"
Fang Dafang burst into tears. For six years, there was not a day that went by that they did not think about His Highness who was trapped in the imperial mausoleum, and there was not a day that went by that they did not worry about his situation. When they heard that he had been killed by palace guards and had no heirs, the brothers were extremely anxious when they heard the news.
I'm afraid that His Highness won't be able to think about it anymore and will imitate the Queen and commit suicide.
Feigning death and running to find their highness. On the road, they stayed up day and night, traveling all day long, fearing that something would happen to their highness if it was any later.
"Your Highness..."
Zhao Guangyuan swallowed: "Okay, don't be sad. We are all alive, we are all alive, and we are better than anything."
"Yes, they are all alive. Seeing that His Highness is well, my two brothers will die with no regrets."
"Since God has confiscated us, let's live a good life and don't say those depressing words."
"yes."
After lighting the candles, Zhao Guangyuan saw the two brothers. He was unshaven and could weigh three pounds of dirt on his body. He felt sad and emotional at the same time.
Blinking away the tears from his eyes, he called Cao Cuo, who was already crying uncontrollably outside, "Take them to freshen up and ask the kitchen to prepare some food."
"Yes, I will make arrangements now!" Cao Cuo raised his hand and wiped his eyes, then knelt down to Fang Dafang Er and kowtowed firmly.
"Eunuch Cao, no!"
"You two can bear it. You two are worried about Your Majesty. With this thought alone, you can bear this old slave's worship. If the Queen knows your thoughts underground, she will definitely feel comforted."
Fang Dafang Er turned around and wiped his tears, saluted Cao Cuo and followed him out.
Zhao Guangyuan followed the two of them out with his eyes, looked up to the sky and blinked away tears, and suddenly smiled, OK, he's still alive, OK.
On the other side, as soon as September arrived, Lin Zhaoxia sent Chang Zhi to kindergarten. Although the tuition fee of seven to eight thousand a semester is painful, Lin Zhaoxia can still afford it now.
The gold I got from investing in pearls can be exchanged for more than three million. Five hundred thousand is enough to buy a car, renovate a house, and buy furniture and appliances.
The remaining money is deposited in the bank, and the interest for a year will not be very much. I still have to find a way to make money to support my subsequent studies.
If money begets money, you still have to discuss it with Zhao Guangyuan to see if you can invest some in him and generate some money.
After Lin Zhaoxia went to school, his life was very regular.
At seven o'clock every morning, Lin Zhaoxia wakes up Chang Zhi, eats breakfast at home, and drives him to school. The journey lasts for more than half an hour, sending him to the kindergarten before eight-thirty, and picking him up again at four-thirty in the afternoon. She sleeps in the kindergarten until noon, and the time in between is hers.
"Mom!" Changzhi saw Lin Zhaoxia waiting for him at the door and ran towards her happily, the schoolbag on his back swaying.
On the first day she entered the kindergarten, she called her mother, which attracted the attention of her classmates and parents. But when she got older, she changed her tune and called her mother outside.
Lin Zhaoxia caught him with a smile, took off his schoolbag from his back, and looked him up and down: "Are you tired? Are you happy today?"
"Not tired, happy!" The little face was full of joy.
When he grew up, he was very adaptable to school. He was not one of those who cried every day and refused to go to kindergarten, nor was he one of those who cried for his mother in kindergarten. He looked forward to going to kindergarten every day and was obedient in kindergarten. The kind of children who are well-behaved, take care of their own food, drink, and sleep, and don't let anyone worry about them.
Lin Zhaoxia was relieved.
He woke up by himself without having to wake up from Lin Zhaoxia in the morning, and without having to be urged by Lin Zhaoxia, he happily went out after breakfast, carrying his schoolbag.
After receiving the news, the mother and son returned to the car.
Lin Zhaoxia started the car, grabbed the seat and asked, "Mom, when will we move here?" It was too hard for my mother to see him off like this every day. There's also a traffic jam.
"It's coming soon. Once we buy the furniture and appliances, we can live there."
When the family wants to buy something big, Lin Zhaoxia feels that someone needs to help make the decision. I couldn't help but think of Zhao Guangyuan again. This guy hadn't been here for a few days.
I had been going to school for several days now, and I was looking forward to chatting with him. I was also looking forward to making a video to show to the Lin family, but he didn't show up.
The next chapter will be around eight o'clock
