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"Your Highness, he said he was going to buy grapes before he left."
Li Chengze thought for a moment and nodded.
"Oh."
It seems that's true. I was studying chess scores at the time and didn't pay attention to him.
Seeing that His Highness did not ask any further questions, Xie Bi'an frowned.
How long has Fan Wujiu been gone? Why hasn't he come back yet?
Does it take this long to buy grapes?
Xie Bi'an shook his head and stopped thinking about it, instead reporting on something more important.
He took two quick steps forward and handed the invitation to the Second Prince.
"Your Highness, this is an invitation from Wang Qinian."
Xie Bi'an knew that Wang Qinian was one of Mr. Su's men.
Mr. Su is someone whom the Second Prince greatly respects.
The invitation from Wang Qinian must be of great importance.
Upon hearing this, Li Chengze smiled faintly.
I'm a little curious, what important matter could you possibly have that you sent me?
So he stopped holding onto the swing frame and pulled his legs up from the half-squatting position.
He sat cross-legged on the swing and opened the invitation to read it carefully.
But the swing was swaying gently, and Xie Bi'an subconsciously took a few steps forward to protect the area.
They were afraid that their prince's strange sitting posture would cause him to fall down again.
Li Chengze held the invitation card, smiled at Xie Bi'an, and said loudly.
"The gentleman invited me to an autumn outing."
His tone revealed great joy.
Although I've left the palace, I haven't been anywhere to play yet.
Li Chengze was naturally looking forward to the autumn outing.
What's more, it was her idol who invited her.
That makes it even more gratifying.
Seeing the Second Prince in such a good mood, Xie Bi'an naturally smiled as well.
He didn't say much, just nodded and responded.
"Ah."
I don't know if it's because they're swordsmen that they're naturally so careful with their words.
Or is it simply a matter of feigning indifference?
Li Chengze was already used to it and didn't care.
I was just starting to think about what to bring on the autumn outing.
"Tea leaves, chess pieces, folding chessboards, maps..."
The master and servant then got busy, discussing the matter while Xie Bi'an took notes.
I'll send someone out to buy more later.
Danbo Bookstore.
The chubby boy, Versace, pointed at a person carrying a basket of vegetables.
He looked at the bookstore clerk and asked.
"What's this person doing here?"
"I feel like I've seen him several times before."
"I haven't seen him buy any books."
Versace often came to the bookstore and acted as if he were one of the guests.
They also remember very clearly which customers regularly come to the store and what books they usually buy.
The waiter knew that although the young master in front of him was young, he was the master's student.
Having often learned from Manager Wang, he naturally replied with great respect.
"He's obsessed with Dream of the Red Chamber, so he came here and bought a few copies."
"You've come here today, probably to ask when the update will be."
The chubby boy nodded and swayed a few steps over.
The chubby boy sized up the person in front of him, who was carrying a basket of green vegetables.
There are also a few bunches of fresh grapes.
At first glance, one might mistake him for a servant from some mansion.
It doesn't seem like someone who would enjoy reading and afford to buy "Dream of the Red Chamber".
But upon closer inspection, it became clear that he had another book tucked into his waistband.
Although his overall demeanor was somewhat rough, he also possessed a scholarly air.
However, Versace didn't care about that and just asked directly.
"Hey, you like reading Dream of the Red Chamber?"
And the one with a book tucked into his waistband and carrying groceries in his hand.
It was none other than another of the Second Prince's right-hand men.
He is devoted to the classics, but of course, he also enjoys reading other books.
A scholar whose studies were delayed by his martial arts training.
Fan Wujiu was a ninth-rank master.
Fan Wujiu glanced at the child in front of him, who was about half a year old.
I don't know why he asked that.
He was quite patient and nodded.
"Yes."
Fan Sizhe coughed lightly twice, mimicking Fan Xian's usual manner.
He feigned profundity and said.
"Everyone in this bookstore is someone I know."
"Here's what I'll do: give me two strings of copper coins, and tell me your home address."
"I'll let you know as soon as Dream of the Red Chamber is updated."
"You don't need to keep coming over to ask, it's too much trouble."
As she spoke, she stretched out a chubby little hand.
Fan Wujiu was stunned for a moment, then slapped the little fat boy's hand into thin air.
Turn around and leave.
He wondered to himself, "Where did this unlucky kid come from?"
They've learned to deceive and cheat at such a young age, and the adults don't seem to care.
He's destined for jail.
The chubby boy frowned, thinking to himself that this person couldn't do math.
Time is also a cost, and it only costs me two coins, which isn't expensive.
His eyes darted around, and he inadvertently caught sight of the green grapes in the vegetable basket.
Versace spoke loudly again.
"Hey, these grapes you bought aren't good. They're sour and not sweet."
Fan Wujiu turned his head and glanced at the chubby boy.
Strange, what evil spirit have I encountered today?
I encounter children who seem to have supernatural powers wherever I go.
He just ran into a six or seven-year-old kid who was discussing philosophy with him.
Fan Wujiu glanced at the grapes, and a question arose in his mind.
In the end, I chose to believe in myself.
"Impossible, the boss said these grapes are very sweet."
With that said, he turned and left.
Versace called out one last time to the receding figure.
"Sigh, next time you want to buy sweet grapes, come to me."
"I know an old man who grows grapes very well."
Versace thought to himself, "This person will know he's right once he's tasted it."
He was certain that the grapes from that other farm weren't sweet, because he had tasted them before.
While we're at it, let's also help Old Jin find a customer; we can just ask for a commission.
Judging from his attire, that person was a servant, or at least a servant from a wealthy family.
……
A few days later.