After walking out of the teahouse, the rain had already formed a continuous line. Pedestrians on the street quickened their pace, and some people hid under the eaves to watch the rain. Qingming took out a paper umbrella from somewhere, and Gu Huai, who was wearing a blue Confucian shirt, walked away.

Into the rain.

Asking a girl to hold an umbrella was somewhat ungentlemanly, but Gu Huai didn't notice this at the moment and just walked silently towards his home.

He stepped aside to let a pair of talented and beautiful ladies clinging to each other. Qingming, who had stared coldly at him for a long time, suddenly said, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Which way?"

"Medical books, plague, and that old man," Qingming frowned, "What are you planning?"

"Actually, I think you can ask a little more tactfully...can't you see that I'm a good person after all this time?"

"I can't tell."

Gu Huai shook his head and showed a pitiful face: "Such a natural disaster has displaced countless people, which is really heartbreaking. I have to find a way to save them... You see, compared with those profiteers who are trying to make a fortune for the country, I am nothing.

He is a moral role model."

Qingming's hands hidden in her sleeves tightened.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore," Gu Huai keenly sensed a hint of danger, "I want to make some money."

Qingming's beautiful eyes narrowed and she waited quietly for what was to come.

"The plague is not incurable. It may be curable. I heard Mr. Qian say that at least tens of thousands of people's lives are hanging on by a thread. How big a merit is this?" Gu Huai smiled, "And in addition to merit, tens of thousands of people.

.. Even if the cost of treatment is half lower than that of profiteers who hoard medicinal materials, it is still an astronomical figure."

A trace of obvious disgust passed through Qingming's eyes: "What is the difference between you and those profiteers?"

Gu Huai was stunned and sighed: "I didn't expect you to accuse me from the moral high ground as soon as you came up... Are you talking about making money from the plague? What's the difference between you and those profiteers? There is a way to save lives, but you don't show it.

Instead, it becomes a cash cow?"

Qingming didn't say anything, I don't know if it was his acquiescence.

The early summer rain felt cool on the face, making people's thoughts clearer. Gu Huai didn't expect this cold-faced maid who didn't care about everything to have such a sense of justice, but looking into Qingming's eyes, he still explained:

"Think about it, first of all, it still needs to be tested whether it can be cured. Secondly, even if it can really be cured, once the prescription is handed over, with so many profiteers now, will the corresponding medicinal materials go up like crazy? Those pharmacies that are afraid to accept patients now,

Will they charge a sky-high price? And are they really willing to see the plague cured in a short period of time? With such a way to make money, wouldn’t it be better to keep it flowing?”

He pointed meaningfully at the umbrella in Qingming's hand: "If the umbrella seller could control the weather... the rain would never stop."

Faced with these words that spoke directly to people's hearts, Qingming remained silent for a long time: "It can be handed over to the government."

"The government? In terms of efficiency, it will only be slower than those private drug stores," Gu Huai shook his head, "And from the grassroots level up, I don't know how many hands and mouths are waiting. Who can guarantee that the low-level officials have no selfish intentions?

?Who can guarantee that those officials will keep the words 'human life at stake' in their hearts?"

The silence this time was longer than last time. Qingming stopped and said, "You have never been an official or a businessman. How did you know this?"

Gu Huai also stopped and looked at the azure sky with his hands and hands, feeling suddenly tired: "Can I skip this topic?"

"And...who said I want to make money from the people?"

...

When they returned to the front door of the mansion, the rain had become much heavier. Even if they were holding paper umbrellas, Gu Huai and Qingming were still wet from the rain. A long line of carriages had stopped under the dripping eaves in front of the mansion.

.

Gu Huai patted the rainwater on his body and was a little confused. After all, he had never seen a guest in the house in the past month. Just a moment later, a group of people came out hugging Li Mingzhu, which made Gu Huai understand something.

Li Mingzhu also saw him under the eaves and stopped: "Official."

The scream was much more relaxed than normal at the beginning. After all, he had been acting for more than half a month. Gu Huai faced the intense gazes and twisted the water on his sleeves:

"Madam... want to go out?"

"There are some things that I need to come over and take a look at," Li Mingzhu rolled her hair around her temples and said a few words behind her, and the crowd gradually dispersed: "Is the officer coming back from playing chess?"

Gu Huai glanced at Qingming: "Recently, I prefer to go to the teahouse to watch chess... It's getting late, and there's a shower. Madam, are you leaving in such a hurry?"

"It won't take long," Li Mingzhu shook his head slightly, "Yesterday, someone sent me a pair of ancient chess boxes. I didn't like playing chess, so I sent them to the official's room. If the official wants to go to the teahouse again, that's fine.

Bring it with you."

Not only do you like the title of common people, but you also like the way of getting along with each other like ordinary people giving gifts to each other... Gu Huai understood a little and nodded lightly: "Thank you, madam, please be careful along the way."

The greetings should have ended here. It stands to reason that after watching Li Mingzhu get on the carriage, he can live his life as he wants, but a voice suddenly sounded from the side: "It's too presumptuous! If it's in front of others, that's all. Now you dare to say it

A 'lady'?! Call me Your Highness!"

After the crowd dispersed, there was only one person left in the same place. He was dressed in armor and must have been a guard or something. He was in his early twenties and had sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes. He was very handsome, but his appearance seemed a bit anxious.

Gu Huai met the man's gaze and realized that he was actually talking to her. Just when he didn't understand what was happening, Li Mingzhu's voice turned cold: "Commander Yang, it's over!"

"Pearl..."

"Don't call me by my name," Li Mingzhu's pretty face turned cold, "Yang Wu, remember, he is my consort!"

Seeing this scene, especially after noticing the embarrassment and anger on Yang Wu's face, Gu Huai's eyes gradually became thoughtful.

After being scolded, Yang Wu didn't say anything else, but looked over fiercely. Li Mingzhu said goodbye to Gu Huai a few more times before getting into the luxuriously decorated carriage. Then Yang Wu

Before riding on the big horse, he lowered his voice and said a harsh word:

"You actually pretended to have amnesia to get close to the Pearl...How shameful! Remembering your identity is just a shield. Don't be ignorant of the promotion!"

With a few whips, the motorcade began to move forward. Gu Huai, who was standing under the eaves, looked back at Qingming:

"Is he the one who did the evil?"

Qingming looked away.

The back of my head suddenly started to feel a dull pain again. This month I found out what happened. It seemed that I went to the casino the next day just after leaving the house and had fun with a group of friends. When I returned home, I was blocked by Yang Wu.

He was caught dead-on and received a scabbard on the back of his head.

Now that I think about it, the scabbard probably hit the person to death before Gu Huai opened his eyes again. And judging from the scene in front of him, it seems that the situation is not as simple as failing to take action and teach him a lesson.

"The commander of the pro-military bodyguard...can you be so intimate by calling him by name?"

Qingming looked over and said, "He and the young lady grew up together."

"So they are childhood sweethearts?" Gu Huai raised his eyebrows and turned around to enter the house, "The vegetable field that I have guarded for more than ten years has been lost to foreign pigs. No wonder I am anxious."

Qingming was startled, then there was a smile on his lips: "You are self-aware...but have you really forgotten him?"

"What, you still want me to beat him up just now?"

"He has practiced martial arts since he was a child."

"That's it."

"You should have made a scene before."

"It's so ugly and useless, and how stupid you have to be to cause trouble for yourself."

Qingming followed Gu Huai, a little confused.

Although they didn't have much contact with him, she was the one who stared at Gu Huai when he entered the house. The scholar looked completely different before and after he fell into coma.

Can amnesia really change a person into a completely different person? Or...

She stopped and said, "Are you pretending?"

"Um?"

"As he said, pretending to have amnesia and change his mind to get close to the lady?"

"ah?"

"I advise you to give up on this idea, otherwise the lady will not like you."

Gu Huai was stunned for a long time. Seeing this maid who was a bit silly in his heart, he suddenly became serious. He couldn't help but reached out and touched her hair, ignoring the murderous look:
Chapter completed!