Qingguan didn't understand this. She got the letter from Chen Ping that the Shi family had already set off from Hangzhou and would be able to enter Beijing in two months.
Qingguan's face remained cold, but she was very happy in her heart.
She and Shi Songyin met again at the village. Half a year had passed in a flash, and she didn't know how her body was doing.
In addition, Lu Zhiyu will also bring her three children to Beijing this time. After careful calculation, she has not seen her for three years. Qingguan can no longer suppress the joy in her heart after seeing her again after a long absence.
When Yueniang and others heard that the Lu family was coming to Beijing, they were even more happy than Qingwan. Because only when people from the Lu family come, will a real smile appear on the young lady's face.
A few days after Qingguan was happy, news came from the Jin Mansion that the old lady had been buried smoothly. However, when Shi Minwei saw his old mother, he also wanted to die and refused to eat or drink.
Qian Fu tried to persuade him, scolded him, and almost knelt down to beg for mercy, but this man remained indifferent. Qian Fu was really helpless, so he revealed the matter to the lady.
A waxing moon hung in the treetops.
Qingguan, dressed in homely clothes, entered the courtyard, followed by Yin Deng and Chen Ping.
Yin Deng babbled and angrily vomited everything Shi Minwei had done in the past few days to the young lady.
Qingguan didn't say anything. She stopped at the door and raised her eyes slightly, as if she was talking to the person behind her or talking to herself: "It is difficult for a dead person to survive, but some people who are alive and well want to die."
Chen Ping was stunned and said, "Miss, what are you talking about?"
Qingguan came to her senses and covered it up: "I'm talking about Mama Chen's steamed mandarin fish. I've been craving for it for several days, but I can't wait for anyone."
Chen Ping's mother, Mrs. Wu, followed a wealthy family's boat to Beijing. However, halfway through the boat, the mistress of that family got dysentery. As a result, she has been delayed until now and no one has picked her up.
Chen Ping never thought that the young lady would always miss her old mother, and said warmly in his heart: "If the young lady doesn't dislike it, I will come and feed the young lady."
Qingguan raised the corner of her mouth slightly and said, "I'd better wait for Mother Chen."
As soon as you enter the house, a musty smell hits your nostrils, making you feel sick.
Qian Fu came up to him and was about to speak when Qing Guan shook his head and smiled coldly.
"Come here, since this person wants to die, why bother living in a warm house anymore? Drag him out and throw him outside, let him write a death wish, and then let Yinzhen mix a bowl of heartbroken grass and feed it to his stomach. Buried with his old mother."
As soon as these words came out, the person on the bed visibly trembled, while the three people behind him looked surprised.
Seeing that no one was taking action, Qingguan said sternly: "Why, can't you hear what I say? Pull me out."
Chen Ping always only listened to the young lady's words. Without saying a word, he took a big step, picked up the person on the bed with both hands, then carried him on his shoulders, and gently placed him on the bluestone in front of the court.
Qingguan glanced at Chen Ping approvingly.
Shi Minwei had three broken ribs in his chest. If he were really thrown out, he would probably be disabled for the rest of his life.
"Silver Needle, go get the poison."
"Yes, miss."
The February day was still cold. Shi Minwei was lying on the ground in a single suit, shivering from the cold.
However, there was no expression on his face, with his eyes closed, as if he was an old monk in meditation.
Qingguan took the opportunity to look at him.
He is in his early thirties, not yet forty, with thin lips, sword-shaped eyebrows, and deep lines between his eyebrows. The delicate beauty of his youth can be vaguely seen on his slightly yellow face.
Yin Deng came over with a bowl and said, "Miss, the medicine is here."
Qingguan said in the coldest voice without any warmth: "Chen Ping, since he wants to die, there is no need to write a death wish. Anyway, he only has a life, and the government doesn't bother to care about it. You pry open his Mouth, drink the poison."
"Yes, miss!"
Chen Ping didn't hesitate at all. He held Shi Minwei's chin with his left hand, exerted a slight force, took the bowl with his right hand, and poured it into his mouth without any explanation.
People's survival instinct reached its limit, which made Shi Minwei resist. He gritted his teeth and struggled on all fours.
A cold voice sounded above the head.
"It's a joke to the world that people who want to die can still resist. Often a man of seven feet cannot carry a load with his hands, lift a basket with his shoulders, and can't even support an old mother. What's the use of living for such a person?" Qing Guan stepped forward step by step, and his voice became more and more severe: "The older generation of Shi Ge scholars died to clarify their aspirations, and they died in an upright and worthy manner. As his son, you live like an ant in this world, and you have failed the ancestors of the Shi family." Lie Zong, I'm sorry for my parents and brothers. People like you, please hurry up.
After leaving this world, there is no need to waste rice and food. "
The cold words were like a dagger piercing Shi Minwei's heart. He endured the pain in his chest and pushed Chen Ping hard, anger bursting out of his eyes.
He got up from the ground tremblingly, dressed in green guanmen and shouted loudly: "You want me to die, but I won't die, so I will live for you. You bunch of heartless and unjust beasts, come on, come on Ah, I’ll fight you.”
There was silence all around, except for the bright moon in the sky and the breeze in the courtyard, there was no sound.
For a long time, the corners of Qingwan's mouth raised slightly.
"Since you are not afraid of death, then live a good life and show your own style to others."
Shi Minwei was stunned for a moment.
"I never have idle people in my house. Whether you chop wood and make a fire, serve tea or water, or run errands and deliver messages, no matter what, as long as you have the skills to help me, I want you."
Qingwan's voice slowly became softer and lighter, like a warm wind blowing through people's hearts.
"Shi Minwei, only when people are alive can they have hope. After death, they are just a pile of loess."
After that, his eyes flashed and he walked away.
After the general took a few steps, a burst of heart-wrenching crying came from behind him. The crying sounded like unbearable pain, but also seemed like he was reborn.
Qingwan sighed softly.
As soon as he walked out of the yard, he accidentally bumped into a hard chest.
Qingguan rubbed her sore nose and took a closer look. She saw a pair of narrow phoenix eyes looking at him with a smile but not a smile.
It's this guy again.
Zhao Jingyan flicked her folding fan coolly, struck a very cool pose, and said with a smile: "Long time no see. Miss Six, please come and be safe."
The ambergris on the man's body drifted across the tip of his nose, and Qingguan took two steps back, with a cold look in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, we just met twenty days ago."
"ah… "
Zhao Jingyan drawled a long tone and said with fiery eyes: "How can I remember that I haven't seen you for sixty years?"
It turns out that this guy doesn't know how to count, so the accounts in the Taoist mansion are in a mess. Qingguan glanced at him and said calmly, "The prince is joking."
"No kidding!"
Zhao Jingyan made a passionate statement: "Not seeing each other for one day is like three autumns. If Miss Six and I haven't seen each other for twenty days, isn't it like sixty years have passed since then?"
Qingguan was stunned for a long time, and said with a somewhat unnatural look on his face: "Farewell!" Flirty words were regarded as thieves.
"Sixth Miss!" The hand holding the fan blocked Qingguan's path.
"Don't you want to ask me what I have done in the past twenty days?" Zhao Jingyan's voice was a little naughty, and he slowly leaned toward her.
A wave of heat rushed to his face, and Qingguan felt annoyed. The dignified prince actually behaves like a disciple, which is really hateful.
She took three more steps back, further away, and said, "Your Majesty, please speak."
"It's such a clear breeze and bright moon. Miss Sixth, please accompany me for a short walk, and I'll tell you again." Zhao Jingyan pushed further.
Qingguan smiled coldly, without any expression on his face, and walked straight past his arm.
Zhao Jingyan's expression changed.
This woman has absolutely no humanity at all. Don't you know that in this capital, there is a long queue of women who can help him to accompany him for a few steps, but she has a look of disgust.
"I secretly met with the leaders of the six big clans and basically reached a consensus. I'm just waiting for them to pay for it."
Qingguan paused and looked back, looking at him expressionlessly, "Then what?"
"Then, I defrauded a large sum of money and came back. Everything is ready, I only owe Dongfeng. Miss Sixth, what do you think of Dongfeng?"
Zhao Jingyan spoke lightly, like a gust of wind. Only he knows that in the past twenty days, he almost died because of the bank affairs.
That's why I came here.
Qingguan's face softened a little, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "If I were you, I would openly and openly invite the emperor's imperial pen to cause trouble."
"Why?"
Zhao Jingyan raised her eyebrows and smiled deeply. Although he knew the deep meaning of her words, he couldn't help but ask again. The way this woman pretends to be mature is really cute.
"Because you are a dandy prince. If you don't make a fool of yourself, how can you hide from the eyes of all directions." Qingguan said calmly.
"pretty!"
Zhao Jingyan put away her fan and said: "Since Miss Six said so, I will do so. Let's choose a good day to open the business."
Qingguan thought for a while and said: "The ones in Beijing can be started first, and the prince will ask the eminent monks to look at them on the day. The other thirty-two shops in Zhili, north and south, must be opened at the same time."
"Why not open them one by one, so as not to hit anyone's eyes."
"First, the net of the prince's bank can be set up quickly; later, those eyes will fall on the prince sooner or later. Instead of opening one and being killed, it is better to stand up like chopsticks. This way, no one else can start.”
"Wonderful!"
Why did this woman's ideas always coincide with his? Zhao Jingyan smiled, then suddenly waved her long arms and held Qingwan in her arms.
"What... do you want to do?" Qingguan asked sharply.
"I'll take Miss Six home."
Zhao Jingyan was thick-skinned, glanced at the woman seriously, and then whispered in Qingwan's ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"The person who investigated this case at Liumen was Wu Wei. After the case was settled, he suddenly became rich. Five years ago, he died of a woman while visiting a brothel. It was not a sudden death, but someone who gave her poison."
Qingguan trembled all over and gave up his concentration.
"According to an old man's drunken confession, Qian's son-in-law Sheng Jiu had a deep mark on his neck. Before he was burned, his throat had obviously been sealed with a sword." The whistling wind blew past his ears, Qing Guan No sound could be heard. When she woke up, she was already lying on the big bed near the window. Yueniang and Chunni looked at her anxiously.