On the second floor of Wentian Pavilion, Su Qian'an paced back and forth restlessly all afternoon.
"Can you calm down for a while?" Bingwen was really upset by him and couldn't help but say something.
"The young master is in Hanyang City now, how can I rest assured?"
"Young Master will be fine, but if you trample my second floor down, look back carefully and Master will skin you." Bingwen took a sip of tea.
Su Qian'an stopped and looked straight at Bingwen in front of him, who looked as usual, holding the cup and taking a sip of tea calmly.
"Do you know the news about the young master?" Su Qianan asked again with a frown.
"No."
"Then you're not worried at all?" Su Qian'an was a little angry at Bingwen's indifference.
"No news is the best news." Seeing Su Qian'an's innocence and anger, Bingwen's words became even more inscrutable.
Su Qian'an didn't have the patience to take his teacup and put it on the table and asked, "Stop being so pretentious, you can tell me, so I can go and comfort the Marquis later."
Bingwen wiped the tea that had been spilled by Su Qian'an when he dropped the cup. He stopped teasing him when he mentioned the Marquis and said, "Such a big thing happened. Since Zhao Jiajun can rush to report back, the young master must also be able to send a message." return."
When Su Qian'an heard this, she stared and said, "We didn't get the letter!"
"So, since the young master could send it but didn't, it means that he has his own opinion on this matter and it's not our turn to worry about it."
"That's it?" Su Qian'an scoffed.
"Why do you think the young master insists on going to Hanyang?" Bingwen looked at Su Qian'an and asked indifferently.
"How do I know?" Su Qian'an replied casually. When he saw Bingwen staring directly at him, something suddenly came to his mind and he exclaimed in surprise: "No..."
Bingwen nodded and said firmly: "I guess he probably went there for this matter."
Su Qian'an blinked hard in disbelief. Looking at Bingwen's confident look, Su Qian'an finally let go.
"Then I will go back early today to comfort the Marquis."
Bingwen nodded and waved to Su Qian'an.
His confidence comes from knowing Xia Chu and his style of doing things.
Just, that being said.
After all, he couldn't hold it back and wrote a letter and asked Bian Hao to send it off.
Seeing Su Qian'an coming downstairs, he also stood up and walked to the stairs, but then walked up to the third floor.
The third floor was originally prepared for Xia Chu, and he really put a lot of thought into it.
Now, it is finally renovated.
Four silver lamp stands are placed in the corners of the top attic, and silver carved candlesticks are installed in the stands.
The candlestick extends into a small circular holder, on which a small xuan furnace is placed. What was burning in the Xuan furnace were spices that could not be purchased in the entire capital, and the smoke was rising continuously.
There are tall candles inserted in the candlesticks, and the candles are also engraved with exquisite totems.
There are also two small pine bookshelves standing on both sides of the lamp stand.
One bookshelf contains some bamboo slips neatly displayed, while the other bookshelf contains some rolled scrolls.
There are two pots of Tenvine grass lined up on top of the two bookshelves. The grass has grown more than three feet long and hangs down like a fragrant vine. The small green leaves faintly cover up some paintings and calligraphy, giving it a unique flavor.
The entire attic floor was covered with various types of animal skins.
Among them are lion skins with fluffy manes, tiger skins with colorful stripes, leopard skins scattered with beautiful patterns, and bear skins with brown short hair. These animal skins are piled one on top of the other, and they are fully covered and extremely thick.
Yin Zhi stepped up, the black boot soles were not even embedded in the fur, and the feet were as soft as a lush green grassland.
According to Xia Chu's original wish, all the walls on the four sides were hollowed out in the middle and turned into four windows.
Exquisite carvings, fresh patterns, rare wood, and hollow carvings.
Fragments of the setting sun shine through the tallow windows, and the rosewood table below is also filled with twilight.
There are several pieces of rice paper placed on the desk, and a purple-duan stone inkstone is placed next to it. Hanging on the pen holder are also rare and rare writing brushes.
For example, ten thousand years green brush, ivory brush, bamboo brush, painted purple brush with lotus pattern, and sapphire dragon-patterned tube and enamel bucket brush.
If you put a random one in front of the readers, they will flock to it.
Under the window on the left is a long rosewood table, with a full set of tea-making utensils placed halfway on it.
On the other half was placed an elegant hollow tray, which contained a complete set of plain white porcelain bottles and wine sets, with majestic ink mountains and rivers depicted on it.
Under the window on the right is a black walnut square table.
Placed above is a rare jade chessboard. The entire chessboard was cut out of a huge raw stone, cut into neat square shapes, and 324 squares were evenly carved on it.
Heizi uses precious black jade, and Baizi uses rare mutton-fat jade.
Even a layman can see that every particle is precious and valuable.
The roof of the attic is also partitioned with embroidered felt, with hanging tassels fluttering in the wind.
Swaying along with the tassels are sky blue gauze curtains hanging on the windows. White clouds were embroidered with silk thread on the curtain, and silver broken bells were hung at the bottom and around the curtain.
Next to the window on the last wall, there is a piano case. On the case is a banana leaf-style guqin.
The lacquer has plum blossom lines.
Anyone who knows the art will know that it is extremely valuable as soon as they see the broken pattern.
Bingwen stepped forward and gently plucked a string. The sound of the piano was clear and echoed in the room.
The figure of a young man appeared in his eyes. Bingwen lowered his head and whispered softly: After the Zhao Jiajun incident is over, it's time for you to come back...
Su Qian'an, who went downstairs and returned to the Hou Mansion, went directly to Hengwu Courtyard. When he entered the study, he found that Li Xinlan was also in the room.
Both of them looked worried and were talking to each other to comfort each other.
Su Qian'an bowed and relayed Bingwen's insights to them.
The expressions of Mr. Hou and Li Xinlan slowly improved.
The Marquis was concerned and confused. At this time, after carefully considering Bingwen's words, he became more and more convinced that Xia Chu went to the Zhao family camp for this matter.
Although he was still worried, he was not as distracted as before.
After instructing Su Qian'an and Li Xinlan to retreat, he wrote a letter to Xiao Zimu.
Yesterday, he returned home in a hurry.
Xin Ya, who sent Xiao Zimu to meet him, refused directly.
Now that I thought about it, it was really inappropriate, so I dipped my toes in the ink and wrote a letter to thank the Seventh Highness for his kindness. He also advised him not to worry too much. General Zhao had a long-standing reputation and would not let the Hu people succeed in his schemes.
She told him that the most important thing right now was to finalize and submit the list of winners. But don't let the Emperor get into trouble at this time.
Seeing Cong Ting delivering the letter to the palace, the Marquis smiled mockingly to himself.
In the past, there would be no need for Bingwen to remind him of this...
(End of chapter)