The medical concubine soars to the sky: the lord lightly pets

Chapter 60 Mo Ju Birth
After hearing Nangong Yun's thoughts, Du Yunlie only smiled slightly: "You want me to help you build an intelligence network?"

Nangong Yun praised in his heart, he deserves to be His Royal Highness King Qi, he is smart, in a word, it sums it up very well.

"That's right, what does the prince think?" Nangong Yunxi smiled.

Du Yunlie glanced at her indifferently, and asked leisurely: "Did you use your brain when you went out this morning?"

Nangong Yun was taken aback for a moment, and the smile instantly froze on his face.

Zhao Yi couldn't hold it back, and burst out laughing with a "puchi", Brother Qi is so powerful, he hits the nail on the head, and he doesn't swear by dirty words.

Du Yunlie fondled the wrench in his hand, and said coldly: "It's just wishful thinking."

Nangong Yun's face turned cold, "If the prince doesn't want to help, just say so, and I'll just think of other ways."

If there is a disagreement, he will stand up and walk away.

"Come back." Du Yunlie whispered, and Nangong Yun stopped beside him.

Du Yunlie frowned and asked, "You are a woman, what do you need information for?"

Hearing his question, Nangong Yun knew that there was still hope for the matter, and immediately smiled, sat down beside him, and said, "My lord, this information is very useful. Just say that within the whole country, with this information, Internet, where there are strange people and strange things, we can know them in the first place, including the weather conditions that are so different between the north and the south, and we can arrange what food is needed in that place at the first time."

Nangong Yunyue said more and more vigorously, "Also, if this information network is expanded to the whole world, it will be even more amazing. We know all about the troubles of Yan and Jing, can't we predict the war situation in advance? "

Zhao Yi nodded, what he said was reasonable, what he said was reasonable, and he looked at Du Yunlie with hopeful eyes.

There was no emotion on Du Yunlie's face, "You think the idea you can come up with, this king will not think of? Not to mention us, even the intelligence networks of Yan and Jing are all over the world, but these information are for political purposes. As a small owner of a restaurant, what kind of intelligence network do you need, isn’t it a small talent with a big use?”

Su Guoguo's contempt, Nangong Yun felt that his self-esteem had been hurt by [-] points!
Nangong Yun slapped the table and stood up, and said unconvinced: "Your intelligence network cattle, the only information you can get is which place is drought, which place is flooded, which place has an earthquake, how can you take advantage of the opportunity to raise troops and make trouble? Huh, but do you know how many concubines a certain official raised, how much money was lost in the earthquake relief, and where the price of pork has increased again?"

Du Yunlie was taken aback by what she said, Nangong Yun raised his chin lightly, "We will know. Lord, you people who live in the clouds seem to be concerned about major events, but in fact, it is those casual things that often affect the current situation. Small things. An official raising a concubine means that he has been planted by the enemy; the loss of silver in the earthquake relief shows that corrupt officials are rampant; the rise in the price of pork means that the country’s economy is in turmoil. Have you paid attention to all these?"

Zhao Yi blinked his eyes, feeling that his brain could not keep up with Nangong Yun's train of thought.

Du Yunlie's dark eyes sparkled, he pondered for a moment, and then said: "The intelligence network cannot be established overnight, not to mention, in what name do you want to plant these so-called eyeliners and forces?"

Seeing that he was finally on the road, Nangong Yun smiled confidently: "So the expansion of Zuisheng Pavilion is imperative. I decided to build another restaurant under the name of Zuisheng Pavilion. The name is Moju. The scale does not need to be too large, but it must be To be tall, you must not only include food from all over the world, but also set the price extremely expensive, and the dishes are limited every day, and you have to make reservations in advance, depending on your mood. I will talk about the details with Yi later The most important thing is to spread Moju's footprints all over the world."

Du Yunlie and Zhao Yi looked at each other, looking at Nangong Yun, who was talking eloquently and with golden eyes, felt even more bizarre.

"Where did you come from?" Du Yunlie and Zhao Yi asked in unison.

Nangong Yun was taken aback, opened his mouth for a long time, swallowed, and smiled guiltyly: "I came from my mother's belly."

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With Du Yunlie's strong support, Mo Ju opened his business in the capital.

Du Yunxi excitedly ran out of the palace and asked Ying to write an inscription for "Mo Ju". Nangong Yun readily agreed. Of course, it is a supremely honorable thing for Her Royal Highness to write an inscription for Mo Ju, but Zhao Yi's face It's bitter.

Du Yunxi ordered someone to fetch the Four Treasures of the Study in a rather pompous manner. Nangong Yun was curious when she saw her arrogant demeanor. She had never seen Du Yunxi's handwriting before, so it shouldn't be bad. Nangong Yun stepped forward to read Watching her scribble pen and ink.

When Du Yunxi's last stroke was finished, he looked at his masterpiece, put down the brush in satisfaction, and said something like a pet: "Okay, you're done."

The corner of Nangong Yun's mouth twitched, feeling like he was petrified. This, this, this, is this also called a word?
The word "Moju" is written crookedly, it doesn't look like a master's pen, but more like it was written by a child who has just learned to write.Nangong Yun sighed slightly, everyone said that his words were like his own, and looking at Du Yunxi's place again, he knew what it means to say that the words do not match the truth.

Zhao Yi has seen Du Yunxi's writing style for a long time. In his opinion, Du Yunxi's writing skills have long been hopeless, and he has no hope at all. He came over and said to Nangong Yun dejectedly, "I'll go Invite Prince Qi here."

"Yeah." Nangong Yun and him thought about going together, nodded in agreement, "Hurry up and come back."

Du Yunxi looked at Zhao Yi's leaving Xiao Se's back, and asked puzzledly: "Why did he ask Brother Qi to come here?"

Nangong Yun said lightly: "Oh, it's nothing, I just don't want Mo Ju to be ruined in your hands before opening."

Du Yunxi was stunned for a moment, the black line on her face, didn't it mean that her handwriting was a bit ugly, it shouldn't be so exaggerated.

Nangong Yun looked at her handwriting, shook her head, and said in her heart: I can see how much the emperor and the prince dote on this princess. If she wrote the handwriting like this when she was a child, her mother might slap her hand.

Du Yunlie arrived with sunshine all over his body, and couldn't help laughing at Du Yunxi's handwriting, "It's not a shame to be ashamed in the palace. It's like killing you to practice calligraphy since you were a child. Now let's throw the embarrassment outside."

Du Yunxi puffed her cheeks, and said nothing angrily.

Du Yunlie swiped his brush and ink, and quickly wrote two large characters. On the other side, Nangong Yun also wrote two strokes with great interest.

Zhao Yi's face suddenly changed from cloudy to sunny, looked at the two similar characters, clapped his hands and said, "How about this, take the character 'Mo' from Yuner, and the character 'Ju' from Brother Qi, so that 'Mo Ju' complements each other .”

Du Yunlie and Nangong Yun looked at each other and smiled.

(End of this chapter)