The countless questions in her heart had piled up and reached their peak at this moment. In the past, Meng Ruyi would always choose to avoid thinking about this problem. But as time went on, this only made the questions in her heart pile up more and more, until they were almost inexplicable.
She could no longer find a reasonable answer in her heart to explain Song Huaizhi's extraordinaryness.
[I really don't understand recently. I feel like my brain is about to overheat.]
[Same here. Why did the plot suddenly change? Who wrote Song Huaizhi's character? It's so outrageous. Isn't the protagonist group just looking for trouble? Who can beat such a villain?]
[To be honest, after reading for so long, I feel that Song Huaizhi's background is not as simple as the author described in the book. Moreover, his way of handling things is really like that of an old fox in the officialdom. It's really scary.]
[Ah! Finally, someone shares my feeling! Song Huaizhi is really scary! In comparison, Yu Yu is just a normal smart kid!]
[When reading a book, why do you think so much? Aren't you tired?]
Experience was not the answer. If Song Huaizhi could solve a very difficult math problem, no matter how difficult it was, Meng Ruyi could attribute it to his natural talent. But the way he handled things also carried an indescribable maturity.
No, it wasn't maturity.
Meng Ruyi denied this adjective in her heart. Looking into Song Huaizhi's cold eyes, the words were on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't know how to say them.
Rather than saying that Song Huaizhi was familiar with these rules because he was used to them, it was better to say that he was used to being the maker of the rules. So he always explained these problems with a lofty and tired look, and always showed a self - deprecating sneer when facing these things.
This was something that only those who had been in a high position for a long time and had been immersed in this environment for a long time would have.
Meng Ruyi knew that she was always very cautious, especially when facing Song Huaizhi. She was even afraid to mention the things he had always hidden. Coincidentally, Song Huaizhi didn't dare to mention them either. So the two always maintained this wonderful and inexpressible tacit understanding.
She saw Song Huaizhi's gentle eyes fall on her, with a bit of doubt in the bottom of his eyes, as if he was curious why she didn't speak.
"So what are you going to do, Brother Song?"
Meng Ruyi lowered her eyes slightly. Her long eyelashes covered the hesitation in her eyes. Her hand unconsciously touched the brocade bag on her waist.
"There should be a banquet in the next few days." Song Huaizhi thought for a moment and said to Meng Ruyi, "I'll go back and look through the invitations later. Maybe it will be a good opportunity."
But Meng Ruyi couldn't help frowning. She subconsciously shifted her gaze and stared at the lines on her palm, lost in thought.
If Song Huaizhi took action, it would be equivalent to tearing up his face with County Magistrate Zhang. It would be okay if County Magistrate Zhang didn't know, but if someone with ulterior motives deliberately provoked, there would probably be big trouble for Zhang Yunyun.
What should she do? Anyone related to Zhang Yunyun would not be a good choice. She would leave here soon, while Zhang Yunyun would still have to stay here for a long time. If she left behind this mess, Zhang Yunyun alone might have a hard time dealing with it.
"No." Meng Ruyi rubbed her swollen temples, looked up at Song Huaizhi and said, "If you take action, you will inevitably leave traces."
"We must find someone else." After Meng Ruyi said that, she continued to sink into thought.
But who was suitable?
The shadows of countless people flashed through her mind. Meng Ruyi pondered for a moment, and a bold idea came to her mind.
The Third Prince, Zheng Yuanqing.
Meng Ruyi suddenly looked up, looked at Song Huaizhi and tentatively asked, "Brother Song, do you think it's okay for Zheng Yuanqing to take action?"
Seeing the sparkle in Meng Ruyi's eyes, Song Huaizhi smiled and nodded, saying, "No problem. I think it's feasible."
"Then I'll send someone to deliver a letter to him tomorrow."
"But won't we owe him a big favor? It will be difficult to deal with in the future." Meng Ruyi was still a little worried and confirmed with Song Huaizhi.
"It's okay." Song Huaizhi said, "What we've done for him so far far exceeds what he can offer. As long as he needs our help one day, he won't make excessive demands."
"If one day in the future, he has reached a high position, he won't make a big fuss about such a trivial matter from his humble days."
After Song Huaizhi finished speaking, seeing the thoughtful look in Meng Ruyi's eyes, he continued, "Moreover, it's not certain that he can reach that position."
Song Huaizhi's tone was calm, and there was only a gentle smile on his face.
But Meng Ruyi saw the ambition in his eyes and the lingering coldness.
After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Thank you for your teaching, Brother Song. I've learned."
...
In the small courtyard.
Zheng Yuanqing held the invitation sent by Song Huaizhi and the personal letter. Immediately, a bad premonition spread in his heart.
Jing Zhe stood aside with a sword in his hand, looking cold. Seeing the letter in Zheng Yuanqing's hand, he also looked lazy.
Recently, it had been quiet around Zheng Yuanqing. After the last assassination attempt, it had been quiet around him. The only thing that gave people a headache was the look on Zheng Yuanqing's face that showed he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Zheng Yuanqing opened the letter, took a deep breath, and then unfolded the paper. But the moment he saw the contents, he let out a sigh of relief. The heart that had been tightly raised finally settled down.
So it was just such a trivial matter? It was troublesome, but fortunately it wasn't the big thing he had imagined. He couldn't imagine that if Song Huaizhi really encountered any difficult problems, it would probably be a mess that he couldn't handle.
"Then we need to prepare a gift for the banquet." Zheng Yuanqing folded the letter paper again, looked at Li Ergou, who had come to deliver the letter, and said, "I wonder if Mr. Song would like to make it up for me?"
Li Ergou: "..."
Jing Zhe: "???"
The only two people present besides Zheng Yuanqing looked at each other, and they both saw the disbelief in each other's eyes.
No way. Zheng Yuanqing was so afraid of Song Huaizhi, but he still dared to ask him for money?
Li Ergou struggled to maintain his expression and tried to look calm. He said to Zheng Yuanqing, "I will convey Your Highness the Third Prince's opinion to my master."
Hearing this, a look of satisfaction appeared on Zheng Yuanqing's face. He said, "Then thank you."
Watching Li Ergou leave, Zheng Yuanqing couldn't help turning to Jing Zhe and sighing, "No way. Is Song Huaizhi so stingy?"
Hearing this, Jing Zhe gave him a faint look, and the surprise in his eyes couldn't be hidden.
This person was really amazing.
Jing Zhe felt a kind of vitality from him. It seemed that he was like a weed blown down by the wind one moment, and then tremblingly stood up the next moment.
This person really couldn't be underestimated.
"I don't know." Jing Zhe said, "I just failed to assassinate you. I haven't been with Miss Ruyi for too long before I came here."
"Oh." Zheng Yuanqing looked at Jing Zhe. His eyes were sharp, his side face was well - defined. He lowered his head, and the long sword wrapped in old cloth on his waist made him only able to reply with a single word dryly.