Lu Qingtang immediately turned to look at the door.
A round little head poked his head out of the door, and a pair of big black eyes turned again and again, as if he was doing something bad.
She immediately got up from the Luohan bed and walked towards the door while arranging her hair around her ears.
She said to Mo Bao: "Why are you here? Didn't you play with your sisters?"
Mo Bao smiled, turned around and ran immediately, stumbling a bit awkwardly, and Lu Qingtang was worried that he would fall.
But why did this child come into the house? Could he have done something bad?
Glancing around the room, he didn't see anything weird, so Lu Qingtang didn't take it to heart.
At this time, Xiao Mobao ran out of the yard and soon came to the garden of Zhennan Prince's Mansion.
He ran directly to the pavilion in the garden, panting for a while.
Ji Wenzhan, who was sitting in the pavilion, reached out to pick up Mo Bao and let him sit on his lap. At the same time, he handed Mo Bao the cheese he had brought in advance to his mouth.
Little Mo Bao opened his mouth and let Ji Wenzhan feed cheese into his mouth.
After a while, he finished the bowl of cheese. Mo Bao patted his belly with satisfaction and pointed to his mouth covered in cheese.
Ji Wenzhan rolled his eyes at him, reached out and took out the handkerchief from his arms.
While wiping his mouth, he muttered: "For a piece of shortbread, I have to do the work of serving others. It's really a coward."
After wiping his mouth, Ji Wenzhan put the handkerchief into his sleeve with a look of disgust, and extended his hand to Mo Bao.
Mo Bao smiled and took out something wrapped in paper from his arms. Ji Wenzhan reached out and took it. It was still a little warm. He unfolded the paper package and found a golden shortbread inside. The shortbread is crispy on the outside and exudes aroma from time to time, making it extremely tempting.
Ji Wenzhan quickly lowered his head and took a bite. The shortbread was soft and delicious. It melted in his mouth with a light bite, and the sweet sesame filling immediately spread in his mouth. Looking down at the unbitten shortbread in his hand, Ji Wenzhan quickly swallowed it all in one bite. The sesame filling continued to flow out of the thin crust.
He smashed it, and quickly asked Mo Bao, "Can you get me another piece, and I will buy you candied haws."
Mo Bao's eyes widened immediately, he shook his head and said, "No, Uncle Ji, Sister Kuo Dan is so cruel. She won't eat if she says I eat too much, and won't give it to me anymore."
Ji Wenzhan flat-mouthed, "Okay."
As he said that, he looked down and saw that he was still holding the paper wrapped with shortbread in his hand. It was stained with oil, as if it had been torn from somewhere, and it was torn crookedly.
I casually took a look at the content on the paper. It was a piece of paper from a medical book. There were a few lines of comments written in beautiful regular script on it. The paper was yellowed, as if it had been old.
No way, Mo Bao wouldn't tear up Lu Qingtang's medical book and use it to make shortbread, right?
Ji Wenzhan glanced helplessly at the little man in his arms, "You couldn't have torn up your mother's medical book, wouldn't your mother have beaten you?"
Mo Bao's big black eyes blinked, and his long eyelashes hit his lower eyelids from time to time. He shook his head.
Ji Wenzhan's tense heartstrings relaxed a little. Before he could speak, he heard Mo Bao speak again, "I don't know."
Ji Wenzhan: "..."
He threw the oil-stained paper into a barrel next to the table, waiting for a servant to pick it up later. After playing hide-and-seek with Mo Bao for a while, he sent him back to his residence.
Returning to the front yard, he subconsciously thought of the handwriting on the paper, as if he had seen it somewhere.
Very familiar and kind handwriting.
After thinking again and again, Ji Wenzhan hurried back to the pavilion where he had just been, but the barrel was already completely empty. He immediately called for the servant in charge. The servant said that everything had been dumped and all the things were thrown in front of the utility room door, waiting to be transported out together at night.
Ji Wenzhan hurried to the utility room again. He was dazzled by the pile of debris in front of the door. Regardless of the mess, he immediately went forward and started to look through it.
The servants working around were frightened when they saw this.
How could the dignified prince dig through the trash? A bold servant stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, are you looking for something?"
Ji Wenzhan raised his head, his forehead covered with dense sweat, "I'm looking for a piece of paper with oil stains on it and some words on it."
"You guys hurry up and look for me together. Whoever finds my son will be rewarded!"
As soon as the servants heard that there was a reward, they immediately stepped forward and started to fidget.
Ji Wenzhan wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, and told them from time to time, "Don't break it, I will be punished if you break it!"
At this time, a man came to him happily holding a piece of paper, "Your Majesty, do you think this is it?"
Ji Wenzhan was squatting in a corner to rest. When he saw this, he immediately stepped forward to check.
This is a piece of letterhead. The handwriting on it is obviously Ji Wuhen's. It is only half written and the paper is wrinkled. It's like being kneaded into a ball and then being unfolded.
Ji Wenzhan shook his head, "No, there are printed words on it, and the paper is a little yellow. Let's look for it again."
After saying that, the servant threw the piece of paper aside and continued to look for the reward.
Ji Wenzhan was still squatting in the corner, observing the servants who were looking for something. Inadvertently, he saw the letter he had just read again.
Something's wrong!
He quickly stood up and picked up the letter.
The content of the letter was ordinary, a common poem, but what surprised him was that there was something wrong with the paper.
One of his father's habits that he was familiar with was that no matter what he wrote, he had to use good paper. He said that if the paper is good, the ink will not scatter when writing, but ordinary people will not notice it.
Observing the details of the characters carefully, Ji Wenzhan immediately found signs of imitation.
In other words, the words on this piece of paper were not written by my father. Someone was deliberately imitating his father's handwriting!
Ji Wenzhan froze in place, suddenly feeling horrified, and everything in the world was passing by his eyes at this moment.
He thought of the "King of Zhennan" who exchanged letters with Li Zhi in Fangcheng County. That person and this person were the ones who were framing his father.
This person is in the Zhennan Palace. Who could he be?
Ji Wenzhan's mind fell into chaos, and the servant next to him shouted several times before he came back to his senses.
The servant held a piece of paper in his hand and shouted excitedly: "Your Majesty, I found it, please take a look!"
Ji Wenzhan reached out and took the piece of paper, and saw that it was indeed the paper he had thrown for wrapping shortbread cookies. The writing on the paper was still clearly visible, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.
He smiled and said: "Okay, I will reward you fifty taels of silver. Go to the accounting office tomorrow to receive the reward."
The servant immediately knelt down and kowtowed, his face beaming with joy, "Thank you so much, Your Majesty, may I be blessed!"
The surrounding servants were immediately discouraged when they saw this. That was a full fifty taels. The opportunity was missed before their eyes. Alas...
