So the one who attacked this ti, most likely is a different group...
"So how do you want to help you?" she asked.
Li Yi cald down: "I’ve thought it over, this is a situation where I can’t escape from. Instead of hiding it, it’s better to co out with the truth.
"But I don’t even know who this person who hired is. Now that you are the General’s wife, able to reach higher authorities, I don’t need you to help with other things. You just need to help find this person."
Fu Zhen was puzzled: "Have you never been in contact with him over these years?"
"They only co to find every three to five months, never leaving a way for to find them.
"But the last ti they ca to find was more than half a year ago. That is to say, after the incident in Cangzhou, they never appeared again.
"Now I dare not disclose this matter to the outside nor delay any longer. I have no choice but to seek your help."
After saying this, Li Yi actually stood up and made a bow to her.
Fu Zhen hurriedly stood up: "Mr. Li, you have helped a lot, why are you being so formal?
"First, describe that person’s appearance to in detail, and I’ll find a way to help you."
"Very good! Very good!" Li Yi quickly raised his voice, "Bring a pen and ink!..."
...
When Pei Zhan returned to the mansion, he passed by the main room where Fu Zhen resided, frequently glancing inside but saw no sign of her.
Instead, it was Ziyan who saw him, put down the clothes she was folding, and walked out:
"Has the General returned? Are you looking for the Young Madam for sothing?"
Pei Zhan’s expression was a bit unnatural: "It’s nothing."
Ziyan secretly glanced at him twice, smiling: "Mr. Li from the Taishan Hall is back, the Young Madam was just invited over, it’s getting late, she should be back soon.
"Before leaving, the Young Madam said she’ll hurry back to have dinner with the General."
"Really." Pei Zhan beca even more uncomfortable, "What’s the rush, it’s just a dinner, nothing important."
Ziyan looked at him and smiled: "That’s what I said too, but the Young Madam said she learned cooking from her mother at the Ning Family recently and wants to personally cook for the General."
Pei Zhan suddenly felt like there were countless ants crawling all over him; he coughed twice with his hands on his hips, glanced at Ziyan, and rushed back to his room without turning his head.
This maid is really talking nonsense!
Fu Zhen would personally cook for him?
She’s probably never even stepped into a kitchen since she was young, living a life of luxury for two lifetis, could she even cook?
If you’re going to lie, at least find a better reason!
He might as well take a nap and wait for the main kitchen to send the al.
He took off his robe, wiped his hands and face with a handkerchief, involuntarily glanced out the window, then lay down on the bed.
Today’s bed was not very comfortable; no matter how many tis he changed his position, he couldn’t sleep well.
Suddenly, he heard a commotion in the courtyard. He flipped over and sat up, going to the window to look out — she was back.
She entered the door and started talking with Ziyan, then went inside.
Pei Zhan let down the curtain he had lifted.
He just knew that Ziyan was talking nonsense!
He lay back on the bed, hands behind his head, idly staring at the top of the canopy.
After changing clothes, Fu Zhen headed to the kitchen. Though she barely touched kitchen chores, staying by Mrs. Ning’s side for a long ti, she learned a couple of simple dishes, albeit rarely getting the chance to try them.
Previously, she noticed that Pei Zhan liked stead mandarin fish, which happened to be simple. She had inford the kitchen to prepare the fish in advance; once she returned, she cleaned it, placed it with scallions, ginger, garlic, and stead it, filling the air with a fragrant aroma.
She took it to the courtyard and went straight to Pei Zhan’s room. Inside, the lamps were already lit, and Pei Zhan was sitting at the table, absentmindedly poking the dishes with his chopsticks.
Seeing Fu Zhen enter, his raised eyes were imdiately illuminated by the glow of the glass lamp.
Fu Zhen set the fish on the table and gestured: "Have a taste."
Pei Zhan looked at her, then at the fish on the plate, not moving for a while.
Fu Zhen picked up a pair of chopsticks, took a piece of fish, put it in her mouth, and then looked sideways at him: "Are you afraid I might poison you?"
Pei Zhan, pursing his lips, looked at her for a long ti before finally extending his chopsticks to the fish, picking up a piece of fish, inspecting it in mid-air for a mont, and then asked, "Is it really, really you who made this?"
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