"Come on, Miss Liu, this is the guardian of Baohe Palace, Lord Jia, the chief judge of Lin'an Prefecture. I am just a martial artist and I am old. I am afraid that you will rely on Lord Jia more places in the future, so you should walk more in the future."

Meng Gong did not disappoint Jia Sidao, and turned around to introduce Liu Ru in black robe, with a reminder in his words.

His words made Jia Sidao feel more deeply the difference between civil and military affairs in the Song Dynasty. According to the customs of the Song Dynasty, the status of civil officials is much higher than that of military generals. Although the status of military generals has greatly improved in recent decades because of the fact that foreign races have been eyeing each other, the thinking that has lasted for hundreds of years is not so easy to change.

So although Jia Sidao's Baohe Palace's waiting class only comes from the fourth rank, everyone knows that the waiting class of Baohe Palace is much heavier than the rank of the fourth rank of the light chariot lieutenant.

Liu Ru, who was following Meng Gong like a shadow, obviously did not expect that two important officials of the court were talking about military and national affairs, and suddenly turned the topic to a woman who could not read a lot of words, a woman who could not know anything about red needle embroidery, and other things that women should know, and could do with a few martial arts skills.

If Jia Sidao is said to be Jia Sidao, Liu Ru is not unfamiliar. In the past month in Lin'an City, it would be impossible for her to not listen to the story of this uncle who is said to have experienced extremely magical experiences, let alone that when Meng Gong was assassinated, Jia Sidao was in charge of arresting him. Last night, she was also invisible in the dark in front of the Jia Mansion and witnessed with her own eyes how Jia Sidao took down Sun Kui and others.

"Minister Liu Ru has seen Jia Waijian."

Liu Ru clasped her fists and performed the etiquette of a martial artist at Jia Sidao. She did not have the temperament of a young daughter like an ordinary woman, but she was extremely free and easy.

This was the first time Jia Sidao saw Liu Ru's true face. That day was just a distance view, and Liu Ru was fighting with Sun Kui in full swing, just like a martial arts blockbuster. Jia Sidao didn't have much time to pay attention to what she looked like.

Pure, clean.

This is Jia Sidao's first feeling when he saw Liu Ru.

The skin without any makeup is not very white, but it cannot be described as black. It must be another effect brought by the wind and rain of the world on weekdays. The thin lips raised slightly and bent into a somewhat stubborn curve; the faint willow eyebrows, sharp eyes, and a slightly wide black robe wrapped around the body.

Of course, he is not as beautiful as Nalan Yu and Xu Ruoxi, and he can only be regarded as a pure and beautiful figure. However, Liu Ru has another temperament that the two of them have never possessed. Jia Sidao couldn't figure out what it was, and he took it for granted that it was called Jianghu Qi.

I didn’t see the two small swords that I was fighting with Sun Kui that day. I guess they were hidden in this black robe. But how did they hide it?

When he found that Jia Sidao's eyes were constantly spinning on him, Liu Ru frowned slightly.

"Cough cough, it's like, if you have time, you have to go to Huangzhou Camp to discuss. I, cough cough, I'll say goodbye."

Meng Gong did not expect that Jia Sidao would stare at Liu Ru around the other person for the first time when he met. This was too direct, right? It made Meng Gong feel a little embarrassed. Seeing that Liu Ru looked wrong, he simply changed the topic.

“…”

Looking at Meng Gong, Liu Ru and others riding away, Jia Sidao was speechless, but he didn't take it to heart.

This cannot be regarded as a successful meeting, and of course it is only unsuccessful in Jia Sidao's thoughts.

...

The blue sedan chair pressed against the morning sun, left the imperial city with a crisp creaking sound, and turned around the Jia Mansion along the Imperial Street. After Meng Gong left, Jia Sidao, who had been in a hurry to return home, naturally would not stay any longer.

In the early morning, the number of pedestrians was gradually increasing. The sedan chair slowly moved forward against the side of the street. Looking at the abortion of people getting up early on the street, looking at the men, women, and elderly people who were bargaining with vendors on the roadside, listening to the bustling sound of hawking along the street, the corners of their mouths were involuntarily raised.

This kind of life is actually very good.

As he looked up, two men and women walking across the street facing the sunshine appeared in front of Jia Sidao.

This man who looks even more woman than a woman can be considered a level of disaster. Jia Sidao looked at Mo Ye, and such an idea came out in his heart with jealousy.

As for A Ruan, it didn't surprise him much. The authentic exotic girl should have been like this.

Mo Ye, who felt Jia Sidao walking forward with a little "malice" look, felt something and looked over. Within a second of his eyes, Mo Ye and Jia Sidao moved their eyes away at the same time.

The repulsion of the same sex may not be true for Mo Ye, but for Jia Sidao, it is the truth.

There is no communication, and there is no need to communicate. Both sides are just a relationship between passers-by. Jia Sidao's sedan chair and Mo Ye Aruan passed by parallel, and each rushed towards their respective destinations.

"Brother Mo Ye, the person sitting in the sedan chair... is hostile to you."

"Aruan is so smart."

"He...is strange."

"A Ruan... saw what?"

"Well, Aruan just saw a little bit."

The intermittent conversation gradually disappeared in the crowd with the figures of the two.

...

This time, not only did Mo Ye and A Ruan not take it seriously, but Jia Sidao did not take it seriously. Although the stunning faces of the two left a deep impression on him, Lin'an City is so large and has a population of more than millions, maybe he will never meet this side again. In addition, everything is gone now, and just passed by the wedding candle, Jia Sidao was light and fell asleep unknowingly while the sedan chair was swaying.

"Young master, you're home."

In a vague way, Jia Quaner's low voice came from his ears.

"Hmm?...reached?"

"Young Master, you're home. But there seems to be someone waiting for you outside the mansion. You're here, you're here."

As he spoke, Jia Quan'er saw a middle-aged man with an extremely strange appearance not far from the gate of the Jia Mansion that seemed to have been waiting for a long time, strode towards the direction of the sedan chair.

"Who is here..."

"Dare you sure, is Jia Waijian in front of him in the sedan chair?"

Jia Sidao was about to ask when he heard a loud male voice coming from outside the sedan chair.

Judging from the tone, the person who came was obviously aware of or at least prepared. However, he heard Jia Quaner's intention. This person never entered the mansion, but chose to wait at the gate.

Seeing that he was about to enter the house, he was blocked by someone. Jia Sidao's mood was really not very beautiful, and he said in a deep voice: "Falling in the sedan chair."

Walking out of the sedan chair, Jia Sidao just looked up and before he could see the figure clearly, he heard the loud voice sound again.
Chapter completed!