Sun Shutong was still frightened to the extreme. Facing the furious Song Liang, he was even more silent, not even daring to say anything.
Song Liang waved his hand extremely impatiently: "Since you feel uncomfortable, go back and have a good rest."
"The King will send people to visit Master Sun every day. Master Sun should go back to court after he is completely recovered!"
Sun Shutong understood in his heart that the third prince was sending someone to visit him.
He obviously sent someone to monitor his words and deeds to prevent him from losing his mind and talking nonsense outside!
But at this moment, Sun Shutong no longer had the intention to care about this.
He was only afraid that the female ghost would really come to take his life, so even if the Third Prince sent someone to monitor him, it would still be better than being visited by a ghost!
After Sun Shutong left.
The eunuch Peisheng was worried, his face full of hesitation and hesitation.
Song Liang knew his slave very well. When he saw Peisheng looking uncomfortable, he calmly said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
After receiving Song Liang's permission, Pei Sheng continued to speak: "Master Sun has always been cautious in his dealings with others, and there will never be such a mistake in his words and deeds."
"Master Sun was obviously fine a few days ago."
"How can you say that it has become like this after a change?"
"From what I see, slave, there must be something fishy behind this!"
Song Liang heard this and thought: "What you said does make some sense."
"Go down and send someone to pay attention to what's going on in Sun Shutong's mansion!"
"This person is considered useless and useless."
"If he dares to talk nonsense again, get rid of him immediately!"
Peisheng lowered his head: "Yes!"
"Slave understands!"
…
In the east market of the city, there are rows of small stalls, and the cries of vendors come and go, making it very lively.
Song Huan was wearing an ordinary cloth robe, holding Cheng Susu's little hand in one hand, and wandering around casually in the bustling market.
Seeing several children chattering around the stall selling candied haws, Cheng Susu gradually slowed down.
"What, do you want it?"
Seeing Cheng Susu's bright eyes shining directly at the candied haws, Song Huan asked with a smile.
"No, my mother always said when I was little, if the food outside is not clean, it will spoil your stomach!"
Cheng Susu looked back with some disappointment, pouted and shook her head.
Without saying a word, Song Huan stepped forward and picked out the largest candied haws, and paid for it neatly.
"Song Lang, what are you..."
Cheng Susu's eyes widened in surprise. She didn't expect that Song Huan, a dignified prince, didn't mind the dirty stalls on the street at all!
Song Huan handed the candied haws to him: "Eat it if you want. What are you doing if you feel sorry for yourself?"
"You won't get sick if you don't eat it cleanly. It's just once in a while. It doesn't matter!"
Cheng Susu stretched out her hand to take the candied haws, and her big round eyes instantly turned into two crescents when she smiled.
"I've wanted to eat this since I was a child..."
"Hmm...it's sour and sweet. It's really delicious!"
Seeing that Cheng Susu was like a child, praising the candied haws that could be seen everywhere, Song Huan didn't find it funny.
"If you like it, I will do it for you every day from now on."
“Not only is it clean and hygienic, but it can also be used for beauty and beauty!”
Cheng Susu was quite surprised when he heard this: "Mr. Song, can you even do this kind of thing?"
"How difficult is that!" Song Huan said with a smile, "Not only can I do this, I can also make an upgraded version!"
Isn't it just hawthorn wrapped in sugar?
How difficult is this!
But what Song Huan didn't know was that what was ordinary to him turned into a very powerful skill in the eyes of the unworldly Cheng Susu.
"Song Lang, why do you know everything?"
"You are too awesome!"
Song Huan couldn't laugh or cry. Is this an amazing skill?
The two of them wandered around for a while and were both a little tired. After passing Huixian Argyle, they planned to go in for a sip of tea and a short rest.
Today, Huixian Argyle is still crowded with guests.
Song Huan took Cheng Susu to the exclusive seating area. Not only was this place very clean, but it also had a panoramic view of everything in the lobby on the first floor.
Looking at the bustling scene on the first floor, Cheng Susu couldn't help but be curious.
"What happened today?"
“It feels much more lively than before!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a young man slowly walking inward surrounded by everyone.
"Is this Mr. Zhou from Guizhou?"
"I have admired you for a long time!"
"Master Su Wen Zhou has great foresight and extraordinary magnanimity!"
"When I saw him today, he turned out to be really talented!"
"In my opinion, it would not be an exaggeration to say that Mr. Zhou is the number one literary giant in Daliang today!"
Song Huan looked up and knew in his heart that this was Zhou Nan, the general judge who came from Guizhou.
This man looks ordinary, except for the mink fur cloak he wears, which looks expensive at first glance.
He is another goddamn corrupt official. He took countless people's money and money in exchange for this luxurious fur.
But it must be precisely because of this person's superpower that Song Liang came to cooperate with him.
As the saying goes, flies don't bite seamless eggs.
These two hit it off right away, I'm afraid they are quite fond of each other!
It's just that the position of "the number one writer in Daliang" is not easy to occupy.
Bai Sinian, the previous "number one writer in Daliang", had already become Song Liang's scapegoat...
Seeing that everyone in Huixian Argyle respected and praised him so much, Zhou Nan couldn't help but raise his head a little higher.
"Don't dare to take it, don't take it!"
"Just a few random poems, thank you for your love!"
Upon hearing that the famous Mr. Zhou was so humble, the praise from everyone instantly increased instead of decreasing.
"You are so humble, Mr. Zhou!"
"I heard that you have successfully passed the preliminary examination of Wenyuan Pavilion and will take the palace examination in two days!"
"Congratulations!"
The joy on Zhou Nan's face was not concealed at all: "Thank you all very much."
"After I pass the re-examination, I will have a big banquet in Huixian Accord!"
"Everyone here should come and participate!"
Seeing that the future bachelor was not only so humble, but also without any airs, and even wanted to treat everyone present to dinner, everyone present was excited.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhou!"
"..."
Hearing that everyone in the hall was so enthusiastic about Zhou Nan, Cheng Susu frowned in confusion.
"Master Zhou?"
"Mr. Song, where does Mr. Zhou come from?"
"Also, how did he become the number one writer in Daliang?"
"I do not know how!"
Song Huan said casually: "Tong San, a newcomer to a small place, somehow became the number one literary giant."
"Here, take a look at his poems!"
Cheng Susu took the collection of poems from Song Huan, flipped through a few pages, and couldn't stand it anymore.
"That's it, that's it?"
"It's pretentious and pointless!"
"With such a level, how can he be worthy of being the number one writer in Daliang!"
As expected of Cheng Susu, he hit the nail on the head with his whip!
Just as Song Huan was about to speak, he saw Qian Sanhao, the owner of Huixian Accord, coming to the lobby in person.
Followed by several young men holding the four treasures of the study, they quickly came to Zhou Nan's side.
