Bai Yuegang of Prince Ning's Mansion

Chapter 247 Departure
Ruixue snorted coldly: "Who cares too much about him."

Jing Feng smiled awkwardly, said goodbye and left, the two of them were really tougher than the other.

He clearly cared about the other party in his heart, but he wanted to pretend he didn't care.

The general was obviously not like this before, and he became so dishonest at some point.

Ruixue said on her lips that she didn't care about Zhao Fengnian and Prince Ning's mansion anymore.

But I can't help but think about it when I'm free.

One reason after another was found, even if she really didn't care.

But now I'm still Princess Ning after all, so I can't let what Zhao Fengnian did behind her back affect my development.

Even if you don't participate, you have to figure out what Zhao Fengnian is up to.

It's better than trying to deal with it every time something happens.

After much deliberation, I still told Gu Lian to go to Song Shimiao's side to inquire if Zhao Fengnian's affairs were going well or not when he was not busy.

In the next few days, I accompanied Rong Niang to sort out the supplies to be sent to the northern border.

When the weather is good, I dig out those books and dry them in the sun, sorting out some that can be taken to the north.

Looking through it, I found a lot of interesting things.

The Chu family's printing workshop has been booming for a while.

The front pages of many books have been preserved.

Many of the books are out of print today.

Ruixue also found a collection of poems published by Huaiyu's grandfather in it.

There are also documents such as geographical atlases and travel biographies.

Ruixue is very interested in these things, sorting out a lot and keeping them for later reading.

There was an old wooden box in the pile of books, which was very abrupt, and there was a large rusty iron lock hanging on it.

After prying it open, there were many scattered manuscripts stacked inside.

A box full of different notes should be drafts sent to the workshop.

Ruixue's eyes are shining, generally such things are very valuable for collection.

The manuscripts of literati and poets may not be able to sell for a good price.

This is really a treasure found in the trash. This Chu family really had a clearance sale, and all these things were packed and disposed of.

I hurriedly called Laoqian to appraise it to see if there was any top quality that could be sold at a good price.

Lao Qian carefully put on the crystal lens and silk gloves.

Carefully take out the manuscripts that have been stored for an unknown amount of time from the old wooden box.

The ones on the top are better, but the more you scroll down, the older they become.

Many manuscripts are broken and moldy because of the time, and it seems that it is not easy to rescue.

Most of the bottom layer was bitten by moths and rats, and the broken ones could not be lifted.

Lao Qian shook his head again and again, saying it was a pity.

The further down the age, the longer it will be, and those who have the ability to print books into books are mostly celebrities.

The manuscripts that can survive are naturally rare and precious.

It's a pity that they are all so dilapidated that they can't be sold for any price, and no one will want such rubbish.

The complete ones above are mostly travel notebooks and the like, and have no collection value, and no one will buy them at a high price.

Ruixue couldn't help being a little disappointed, she thought she had found a treasure, and it seemed that Ren Chu's family was not stupid.

Among the manuscripts sorted out by Lao Qian, there is a volume of documents wrapped in parchment that looks quite special.

Afraid that she might damage it, Ruixue begged Lao Qian to open it first.

The manuscript paper inside has turned yellow, but the handwriting is very clear and vigorous.

At first glance, the strokes looked familiar, Ruixue hurriedly read a few lines, then hurriedly closed them.

There are many very bold remarks written on it, about government orders, about restructuring, and about the lives of the people.

At present, it is all a proper reactionary speech to subvert the imperial rule.

Whoever is so bold enough to write such a thing can still print it into a book and spread it out.

At the end of the page, I didn't see the signature, but the more I looked at the handwriting, the more I felt familiar.

The wax seal on the parchment scroll is still in order, it seems that this manuscript has not been printed.

This Chu family is also bold enough, fortunately there was no printing at that time, otherwise I am afraid that they would not survive today.

The person who can write such a thing should not be an unknown person.

I'm really curious, who came up with such avant-garde and pragmatic thinking more than ten years ago, or even decades ago.

If Da Lan had really adopted his opinion at that time, even if only a little bit, would it be a different scene today?

"Uncle Qian, look at this handwriting, it's that master's brushstrokes. Is it still alive today?"

Lao Qian put down the manuscript in his hand, turned his head and looked over.

He shook his head lightly: "I can't see it, but this stroke looks familiar."

Curiously, she moved closer to Ruixue, frowned and stretched a little.

"Hey, miss, is King Ning's handwriting a bit of this imposing manner? It seems to be in the same line as the brush strokes. Show it to him, maybe he will know."

After being told by Lao Qian, Ruixue also suddenly realized.

Isn't it, no wonder she looks familiar, Zhao Fengnian's handwriting is exactly the same as this one.

Lao Qian was still studying the manuscript, and his expression changed.

"Miss, put this thing away quickly, and don't show it to the public anymore. It is of no benefit to you or me."

Rui Xue nodded, and carefully wrapped the manuscript back into the parchment.

She can probably guess whose masterpiece it is.

Those who have such foresight and courage, and the ability to print these insights into a book, want to promote them vigorously.

Except for Zhao Fengnian's father, who was still the prince at that time, there would be no one else.

It's just a pity that it couldn't be printed and promoted.

If he hadn't given up the throne because of a woman at that time, Da Lan should be more than a star and a half stronger than now.

Zhao Fengnian doesn't have to endure those loneliness and sufferings.

Rui Xue thought so, but shook her head with a smile.

There is no such thing as knowing and if in this world. If it were true, Zhao Fengnian would not exist.

This thing should be given to Zhao Fengnian, after all, it was left by his father.

Even if it didn't come true, it was still a dream for him.

After a few days of busy work, she finally sorted out the things that Rongniang was going to transport to the north.

On the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, Gu Jingjue brought people to the village as agreed.

She was neatly dressed and her hair was tied up high. She did not intend to disguise herself as a man.

But riding on a horse, there is a sense of heroism everywhere.

Seeing Rui Xue was very envious.

Gu Jingjue is one of the few girls who knows what she wants.

And willing to put in the effort and time to achieve what you want.

This alone is much better than others, and it is worthy of Ruixue to meet her and go hand in hand.

After confirming the date of departure, Laoqian also packed his luggage.

The previous work has been handed over clearly, and two more stable apprentices are left behind to take over his work and set off with the car.

Things were resolved one by one, and the new year kicked off.

Ruixue looked at the convoy going away, and said silently in her heart, hoping that everything will be safe and smooth.

(End of this chapter)