Seeing Cheng Muyou staring at the silk cloth, Yan Niang smiled faintly, put down the needle and thread, and stood up from the table.
"Official, have you seen Lord Wang when you go back to Bianliang this time?"
Cheng Muyou didn't expect her to suddenly change the topic, and hurriedly replied, "See, although Lord Wang is sad, his spirit seems to be much better than before. ” "Then did Lord Wang mention the relocation of officials to the officials?"
He did mention it, but strangely enough, his father didn't pay much attention to the matter, and hastily said a few words.
But that's good, I don't want to leave Xin'an anyway, so I don't have to worry about this anymore. ” Yan Niang frowned slightly, "You said that my father didn't care about this matter?"
” Cheng Muyou nodded and said, "Father has his own reasons, but I don't want to ask more, the affairs of the DPRK and China have always been unpredictable, and I don't want to get involved too much." ” Yan Niang smiled lightly, "Also, since the official is not here, there is no need to worry about it, the official should be tired after a day's journey, go and change your clothes and rest." ” Cheng Muyou saw that her expression was as usual, relieved her mind a little, and left as she said.
Seeing him walk away, Yan Niang narrowed her eyes slightly, and gently slapped her hands a few times outside the door.
In a short time, the figure in the right ear appeared at the door, and he stepped on the threshold and whispered, "Girl, what are your orders?"
” Yan Niang glanced at him, "You go to Bianliang to see what kind of moth Cheng Dexuan is doing." ” The right ear scratched his head, and he wondered, "What's wrong with this old man?"
” Yan Niang snorted coldly, "He watched his son get ahead all day long, but now he suddenly became cold, there must be a reason for it, maybe there is some ulterior conspiracy." ” The right ear got the order, turned around and was about to leave, but when he got to the door and turned back, a pair of clever monkey eyes stared at Yan Niang's face, as if he wanted to see something from above.
"What do you see?
Don't go yet.
Yan Niang hated it.
"Girl, are you feeling better?"
It asked tentatively, "When you came out of Zhao's Mansion that night, you were in a trance, and the road was a little unsteady.
When he returned, he did not speak to others, and locked himself in his room for two whole days.
I thought you were sick and worried, but now it seems that you are fully recovered. ” Hearing this, Yan Niang took the silk cloth handkerchief on the table in her hand, and gently stroked the rows of delicate boys on it, showing a trace of sadness in her expression, but she quickly returned to normal, and said to her right ear, "Don't tell Cheng Muyou about this, understand?"
” The right ear nodded, "Understood, it's just that what did Lord Zhao say to the girl before he died?"
I'd love to know.
I always felt that he had said something particularly important, for the girl seemed to be a little confused, like a lost lamb, in addition to being sad that night. ” Yan Niang's face froze, but there was a bit of firmness in her eyes, "No matter what happened at that time, now that the fog has cleared, I clearly know where the road ahead is, and I also know that I can only move forward step by step, there is no other choice." ” The right ear shook slightly, and immediately clenched the claws, "Where the girl goes, the right ear will go, and the sword mountain and the sea of fire will not hesitate." ” Chuncheng was lying on the bed, tossing and turning and unable to sleep, not because of anything else, but because he had no food in his stomach, and he was really hungry and panicked.
After enduring it for another half an hour, hunger finally prevailed, he lifted the quilt, put on layers of winter clothes again, and then pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard.
But Rao had expected the cold of the winter night, but he was still startled by the cold wind blowing in his face, and he buttoned his collar and walked towards the stove room with a curse.
"This old Dong, I don't know where he died today, knowing that all the people in the family were dismissed by the master except for me and him, and he ran around, so that no one cooked all day, making me hungry until now.
He wouldn't be somewhere to drink flower wine and sleep in the gentle countryside. ” The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he came to the stove, kicked the door open, and stepped in with heavy steps.
"The young master just came back, he didn't eat much, the old man had a small amount of food, and he stayed in the Zhao Mansion for the past few days, and basically never touched the house.
But I have to eat, everyone else is gone, and this everyone's business depends on me, and I am so tired every day that I have to die.
How can it be done without eating. ” He muttered as he rummaged up and down in the cupboard, hoping to find a few steamed buns, even if it was hard and hard, he would admit it, as long as he could fill his stomach temporarily.
But Chuncheng searched for a long time, but only found half a jar of pickles and a bag of soybeans, and there was nothing else to eat.
He shook his head and sighed, "It's good that the old man has done a lot of work, and he is still so frugal in food and clothing, which has won him a good reputation, but he has suffered himself and those of us who follow him, why bother." ” But even though he said so, he still took out the jar of pickles, twisted a few and put them in his mouth, chewed a few casually and swallowed them, "The taste is okay, Lao Dong is not diligent, fortunately, the cooking skills are good, if it weren't for this part, I would have driven him away with him."
Now he was given a few more pieces of silver, so that he would not go out and talk nonsense, and he took himself more and more seriously, and did not show his face all day. ” After saying that, he sighed and was about to stuff the jar back into the cupboard, but as soon as he leaned down, he found something under the cupboard, so he hurriedly reached out and took it out.
"Hey, isn't this Lao Dong's purse?"
Chuncheng shook it in his ears, and heard a few "ding dong" crisp sounds inside, grinning, "This guy loves money like his life, and he doesn't know why he lost his purse."
After speaking, he opened the pouch and wanted to see how many copper plates Lao Dong had put in it.
He grabbed a handful in his purse, but found that he couldn't finish all the copper plates, so he sighed twice and stretched out his hand, "This old Dong, he has saved a lot of private money for himself, and I don't know what the hell he is thinking, next time I see him, I will have to interrogate him well." ” At this point, he suddenly rubbed his fingers a few times and muttered, "Goo, what are these copper plates?"
” With a little moonlight, he raised his hand to his eyes, and saw a few fingers black and red, and when he sniffed at the tip of his nose, there seemed to be a faint fishy smell.
"Is this blood?"
Chuncheng was stunned, and the next action was to raise the pouch and put it in front of him to take a closer look.
The emerald green pouch was embroidered with the cheesy word "Daji", but now the two red fonts were not legible, because a large blood stain covered them, seeping through the yarn and wetting the copper plate underneath.