Bai Shan felt that the figure looked familiar, so he couldn't help but stop.
Man Bao also looked back, and felt familiar, so he took two steps forward, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he saw the person standing in the shadow, "Master Chen?"
Only then did Chen Fulin wake up, and he was standing in Changqing Alley in a daze. Seeing Zhuang Xun's three disciples looking at him, he turned around and wanted to leave.
Seeing that he was finally willing to let go of his hypocritical airs and show the attitude he wanted to show, Bai Shan called him back and said, "Since Mr. Chen is here, why don't you go in and sit down?"
He said, "My husband is inside."
Chen Fulin stood in front of Zhuang Xun.
Zhuang Xun was holding a book and reading leisurely in Yu Yang. When he looked up, he saw Chen Fulin being led in by his three disciples. He was stunned, okay
However, his disciples had always frightened him a lot, and he got used to being shocked. He quickly calmed down, stood up from the recliner, and conveniently put the book in his hand on the table not far away, smiling. He said to Chen Fulin: "Why is Mr. Chen here? Please sit down."
After finishing speaking, he looked at the three disciples.
Man Bao looked at Bai Shan, but Bai Shan didn't look at Bai Erlang, but directly looked at the servants beside him, and ordered: "Bring a chair to Mr. Chen.
The servant was slightly stunned and left in response.
Because the backyard is basically the scope of activities of the masters, they seldom stay here, and they only go in and out to bring some refreshments.
Even if guests came, the masters greeted them themselves. Chen Fulin was the only one who ordered them to move the chairs.
It seems that the masters don't like to see this guest very much. In the past, when the young masters and Mr. Zhuang's friends came, it was the young masters and ladies who served the tea in person.
Mr. Zhuang glanced at them, and refused to let them come. He waved his hands and said, "Go wash your hands and do your homework first."
The three of them responded in unison, and retreated after saluting.
But as soon as Man Bao and Bai Shan put down their things, they got out and sneaked into Bai Erlang's room. The three of them quietly opened his window and looked out.
No way, his room is the closest to where Mr. and the others are sitting.
The three heads went to the window to look out, and they saw that Chen Fulin had already sat opposite to Mr. Zhuang, and his servants served tea for the two of them, then stepped aside and did not leave.
Man Bao couldn't help praising him in a low voice, "Bai Shan, Ah Yuan is really good, I will reward him later."
Bai Shan also nodded.
Mr. Zhuang asked Chen Fulin to drink tea with a slight smile, but Chen Fulin, who always liked to put a smile on his face, lost his smile. He raised his head and looked at Mr. Zhuang carefully for a while, picked up the teacup and gently slid the lid , "Xunmei has made up her mind to be my enemy?"
Mr. Zhuang shook his head slightly, and said: "Speaking of which, we have been friends for nearly thirty years. I know you, and you should also know me."
He said: "I'm at this age, I can't be an official, and my reputation, no matter how bad it was when I left Beijing, so I also looked down on it. This time I came to Beijing not because I want to be an official, nor because I want to get it back." To be fair, I just want to bring three disciples out to study and experience the world."
Will Chen Fulin believe it
Of course he wouldn't believe it. He put down the teacup in his hand, glanced at Mr. Zhuang, smiled, nodded and said, "Xunmei is right. We are already old, what more can we ask for? I can't tell whether I'm sorry for you or you are sorry for me, there is no evidence, and I can't tell the truth, so it's better to be confused."
Mr. Zhuang said that he knew him, of course it was not a lie, and he knew that he was still old. He couldn't help laughing, and then the laughter became louder and louder, and finally he laughed outright.
Chen Fulin stared at him.
Mr. Zhuang had laughed enough, and then looked at him with tearful eyes, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, although he was still sitting on the chair, he had a rather condescending posture, he looked condescendingly Looking at Chen Fulin, he said, "Chen Fulin, do you really think I can't overturn the old case because I have no evidence?"
Chen Fulin frowned and said: "Xunmei, as I said, what happened back then was a misunderstanding, but you have been refusing to listen to my explanation..."
"You may not know that I have a letter left by Yao Ge."
Chen Fulin's heart skipped a beat, but his expression was normal, and he frowned and asked, "What letter?"
Mr. Zhuang sighed, looked at him and said, "I not only have the letter left by Yao Ge, but also Mr. Huang's handwriting. Do you want to read it?"
Chen Fulin's face turned slightly pale.
"As I said before, I don't want to pursue what happened back then. Naturally, it's not because I forgave you magnanimously, but because I don't think it's worth it." Mr. Zhuang said: "If you hit a mouse, you will inevitably hurt the porcelain plate. It means that the things of the past can be clarified, but there are always people who listen and believe, and it will be against them to some extent."
Mr. Zhuang said: "It happened more than 20 years ago. The old people in those days, dead and scattered, not many people can know about this matter, so it doesn't make much difference to me whether to clarify or not. , but I can see you down and let out a bad breath."
Chen Fulin's face was slightly green, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Mr. Zhuang raised his hand to stop him and said, "You don't have to argue, and I know you won't admit it, but you and I both understand what I mean."
"If I had nothing to worry about and was single, I could indeed do this," Mr. Zhuang said with a smile, "But I used to have descendants, and now I have disciples. I am cowardly and incompetent, so I am willing to carry this injustice all the time, but Chen Fulin , it doesn’t mean that I’m really willing to let you turn right and wrong.”
"I don't know about the outside world, and I don't care. If you don't hurt me anymore, I won't take those things out, but if you hurt me, it will hurt my descendants, my disciples," Mr. Zhuang laughed. He smiled and said: "The present is not what it used to be, even with the connections of my three disciples, I will settle this matter once and for all."
Chen Fulin asked with trembling hands: "Aren't you afraid of damaging your disciple's reputation now?"
Mr. Zhuang smiled and said: "I was afraid before, but now my eldest disciple has entered the palace? Do you know who she is treating?"
Chen Fulin looked up, "Prince?"
Mr. Zhuang shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "In the past, you were the superior, you could surpass me, surpass Mr. Huang, and change my position quietly. You should know that some things are very difficult for ordinary people. Difficult, but for the superiors, it is only a matter of one sentence."
"Now, I'm still a poor scholar wearing straw sandals, but you, a rich man, are already barefoot. If you don't want to damage the soles of your feet, you'd better not take the initiative to make trouble, otherwise, I will also throw thorns on the ground."
Chen Fulin asked in a deep voice, "Are you threatening me?"
Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "Well, what does Mr. Chen think of this threat?"