The man did not answer, but stopped writing, his narrow phoenix eyes half raised, and he looked at the boy quietly.
The young man swallowed his saliva. He was most afraid of the emperor's gaze. Because he couldn't see through, he always felt that the next sentence would not satisfy him. A beast would rush out of his eyes and eat him in one bite.
"Aunt Liu is going to join the Chamber of Commerce, and she should get up early. I am afraid that I will not be able to catch up if I oversleep by then... Tonight, can I... rest early?"
"Go." The man lowered his eyes, and continued to comment in his hand.
The young man didn't recover for a long while.
Finished
So easy
"Something else?"
"No, no! Uncle emperor, you have to get up early tomorrow. When you go out, I will be scared if the emperor is not by your side."
After speaking, the boy slipped immediately.
In the study, the man's brush paused over the copy, and he could not write for a long time.
The pen nib slowly condensed thick ink, dripping down, leaving a black stain on the copy.
Just like his heart is chaotic and numb, and the texture is unclear.
He has tried his best to restrain.
Control yourself not to cross that wall, not to look at her, not to appear in front of her, and not to let her appear in front of your own eyes.
But he still couldn't hold back, and asked the young man to go to the guest house, through a third person, to gain a connection with her, to get a little bit about her vaguely, every word.
Just now when the young man said he wanted him to join the Chamber of Commerce, he felt an uncontrollable whisper in his heart.
Feng Qingbai threw the brush out of his hand in frustration, breathing low against his forehead.
He felt he was going crazy.
Standing up, pushing the door out, walking involuntarily to the back wall of the guest yard, Feng Qingbai leaned against the wall and looked up at the night sky.
The stars flicker, the moonlight is dim, and it is deserted and lonely.
And the guest yard behind him was just lively.
Someone is singing, not a word is in the tune, but cheers and praise are endless.
Even across the courtyard wall, he could imagine how joyous the scene was.
The corners of his lips were slightly curled, the man closed his eyes and began to imagine in his mind that he was also in that scene, sitting beside the girl, watching them laugh, and listen to them making trouble.
Qian Wanjin only sang half of the song. Two of the three audience members in the yard were already laughing staggeringly. Even Wei Hong couldn't help it, and his shoulders trembled a lot.
After spending most of the day in the painting boat, they insisted on learning a song for Qian Wanjin.
A lot of money was spent, and the result of learning was that when they were singing on the painting boat, they were barely able to hear them. When they returned to the small courtyard, Qian Wanjin had almost forgotten the tune.
The final interpretation of the result, in Qian Wanjin's own words, is that he is also a talent for being able to sing the tune out of the tune.
"Have you laughed enough?" Tear off the veil, put away the orchid finger, Qian Wanjin glared at Liu Yusheng, "Didn't you say let the master sing a song to amuse you, is it laborious and laborious? The laugh is endless!"
"I'm so happy now, I can't help it." Liu Yusheng's eyes almost disappeared, and he wiped tears several times.
For Qian Wanjin, just sing when you learn to sing, and learn how other singers hook up people.
Lanhua points, swings her waist, winks.
"Only the four of us know about this. If the fifth person knows about this, don't blame me for quitting!"
Liu Yusheng, "Don't worry, top-secret information is only digested internally."
Rhubarb, "Master, I must be tight-lipped."
Wei Hong, "I never gossip."
Qian Wanjin believed it.
But he forgot, Wei Hong never gossip, but she carries gossip. Liu Yusheng's internal digestion, that internal, has a very wide range. There is also Rhubarb, his mouth is closed, but the timing for him to shut up is always more silent than sound.
On the moon in the middle of the sky, the bustling party rests.
The lights in the guest yard went out and people stopped. The people outside the courtyard still stood against the wall and stood for a long, long time.
The moonlight hit his face, making him even more lonely.
Early the next morning, Liu Yusheng woke up early.
Today is the official opening day of the Chamber of Commerce. She wants to go there soon to see if there is any news about Baicao Valley. She doesn't know the follow-up of the person's disappearance yesterday. If the person is okay, will he appear in the Chamber of Commerce today
She didn't have to find people from Baicao Valley, but if she had a chance to answer the doubts in her refining medicine, she still wanted to try. It has nothing to do with fame and wealth, just like a person encounters a problem in a field he likes and wants to seek people to communicate in order to find the answer. She likes medicine and also likes to study in this area. This is her interest.
And today the Chamber of Commerce still has their place, and Xinghuacun cough cream will also be displayed at the venue.
In the past few years, apart from producing fruit wine and medicinal liquor, she has also introduced some regular backup medicines, such as medicine for children with colds and colds, antipyretic powder, and cough ointment. They are commonly used and not prominent.
It can benefit the people without being too conspicuous to create a sense of crisis for the peers, and avoiding being a big fan.
"Aunt Liu, Aunt Liu, are you going to the Chamber of Commerce today?" Suddenly, a teenager shouted from the guest house.
Qian Wanjin, who was counting the beams with Rhubarb under the eaves of the corridor, immediately probed, and raised his eyebrows at the person who broke into the yard, "Who are you? What are you yelling for? What Aunt Liu, who are you looking for?"
The boy took a quick look at Qian Wanjin and said, "Before asking someone's name, you should declare your home. This is the rule."
He wears a light blue belted brocade robe and a white jade crown on his head. The ten-year-old boy stands with his back on his back.
The demeanor of one-by-one.
"Idiot." Qian Wanjin rolled his eyes, "There is no Aunt Liu here, you have found the wrong place, and I don't want to know who you are. If you exchange your name, I won't be able to leave."
Aunt Liu? Who else can I look for besides coming to find Fu Nuan
This kid has a greasy face and a white face. At first glance, it's not a good thing.
Before going out, he promised to take good care of Fu Nuan at home and not let her be scammed by others.
There are so many bad people out there, Qian Wanjin feels like a girl in my family has just grown up.
The young man looked at Qian Wanjin and returned him, "Quiet."
In the West Wing room, Liu Yusheng opened the door and walked out. The boy immediately smiled, "Aunt Liu!"
"..." Looking at the young man pretending to be a dog, Liu Yusheng had mixed flavors.
Aunty and sister.
The little emperor's aunt
Does she dare to respond? Feel the neck is not stiff enough
"Why are you here?" she asked.
Qian Wanjin jumped over a few steps to block between her and the young man, "Fu Nun Nun, do you know this kid?"
Liu Yusheng nodded, "I saw him yesterday, his name is... Mo Feng, and he also lives in this small courtyard."
Wei Hong glanced at Mo Feng next to him, then looked away.
She knows, but she has to pretend not to know.
The young man had already jumped over and squeezed Qian Wanjin aside, "Aunt Liu, I also want to go to the Chamber of Commerce to play, let's go together!"
Qian Wanjin got angry, and raised his hand to separate the young man, "Stay away! What are you doing so close? Men and women don't understand if they don't understand!"