Cui Xie gave the mirror to the servant and asked him to return it to the master.
The servant left in response, and just as he walked to the door, a mean voice suddenly sounded outside: "What is holding the inkstone shaking here with the mirror? Have you packed your things yet? The master has ordered the ya before, and the eldest young master must be taken away today. Sending it back to my hometown, it’s almost over now, and there are still so many boxes and cages that have not been loaded into the car, do you want to wait for the master to come home and have another attack!”
He was lying on the bed and couldn't turn around, but he could only see that it was a man in a blue long gown, stepping on the threshold with one foot, pointing like a supervisor.
Another person outside the door said, "Cui Ming, you also saw the eldest young master's injury, how could you bear to push him like this?"
Cui Ming snorted coldly: "Uncle Yuan, you only see the injury of the eldest young master, but not the injury of the second young master? Are you complaining about the unkindness of the master or the unkindness of the wife? I see that you are always with my father. For the sake of friendship for many years, I just pretend that I didn’t hear it, and if you ask your family to hold the inkstone, stop loitering in and out, go to help load the car when you have time, and go to the road early for everyone to live in peace.”
With him staring, the maid's movements were obviously quicker, and she brought back the mirror with the inkstone and joined the move. The boxes and cages were sent out one by one, and they were almost moved. Two tall servants came in outside, and they were about to drag Cui Xie under the bed.
"Uncle Yuan" hurriedly rushed over to stop him, and asked someone to find Zhang Chun's stool to come in, and spread a few layers of bedding. There was already a green hooded car parked there. It was full of various boxes, cages and luggage, and the roof was tied up. There was only a narrow space beside the door, and he had to curl up to lie down.
Cui Yuan sighed and said, "Such a narrow car and bumps on the road, what should I do if I hit the young master's wound?"
Cui Ming smiled lightly: "The eldest young master was punished to return home, but he didn't take an errand to go back to take care of the family business. How good a car would he need? Our family has only a few cars in total. Officer, the madam also has to order the servants to go out to do errands... Where can I leave? According to the master's intention, I wanted to rent a car outside, or the madam was distressed that the eldest young master was injured, and specially vacated this car for you. Uncle Yuan After returning to his hometown, he also persuaded the eldest young master a lot, if he is sensible in the future, the madam will persuade the master to take him back."
The threshold of the outer courtyard had been removed, and a few health servants were pulling the car out. Cui Yuan didn’t even bother to argue with him, so he went out and got into the car, and then instructed his son, “Follow the car behind you and watch the eldest young master carefully. Don't let him touch the wound."
Zongyan followed behind the car, opening the curtain from time to time to look at Cui Xie. Cui Xie grew up in modern society, how could he watch a ten-year-old boy walking behind the car with peace of mind, when he lifted the curtain of the car to look at himself, he stretched out his hand to grasp the curtain and said firmly, "You are here. Sit in front, I will call you from the back, otherwise I will not be stable if you look at it for a while."
He talked a few times before Peng Yan arrived in front of the car, sitting side by side with his father to drive the car.
Not long after the car went out, the courtyard door was slammed shut from the inside, and it was tightly shut...
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The weather on the road was extremely hot, but the trunk was narrow and stuffy, and the two small ventilation windows were blocked by the cage. Cui Yuan was afraid that the little master's wound would fester, so he stopped the car not far from Cui's house and walked to the back of the carriage to check his wound.
The road was bustling with people, and many people passed by the car on horseback, looking curiously into the car. Cui Xie pulled the belt rather than letting go, and said firmly, "I know my injury, and it will be cool if I put on the medicine, so it's not in the way. We'll see it on the road in vain. Dirty wounds are prone to infection, and I will change the medicine myself when I live."
Cui Yuan reluctantly said: "If someone is injured, they have to sprinkle fine soil on the wound to stop the bleeding. What will happen if they get some flying dust? Young master doesn't want me to see it. Let's go to the Xunjian Clean Hotel to stay first, and ask a medical officer to see the injury."
He touched Cui Xie's forehead, feeling a little hot, sighed, and drove back to the front.
Although he was worried about Cui Xie's injury, he didn't dare to find a place to stay in Beijing. He was afraid that those who were obsessed with his wife would hear about the matter of going to the store to recover, so he told Cui Ju behind his back, which hurt their father and son's relationship even more. Fortunately, the official roads inside and outside the capital were very smooth, and the carriage was not too bumpy to go faster, so he hurriedly hurried the carriage away from the capital and entered Tongzhou just in time for lunch.
He didn't know much about the place, so after entering the city, he asked a few people, and then he went down the avenue and went straight to the inn on the street.
This inn is a small two-story building. From the outside, you can see the eaves and bucket arches, painted and carved bricks. It is very beautifully built, but the lobby is a little deserted for some reason.
Cui Yuan and his son drove close to the door of the store, but saw all the customers sitting with their brows down and pleasing to the eye, and they didn't see them moving their chopsticks. Outside the store, there were a few men in plain clothes and shawls blocking the door. All of them were tall and strong, with a hostile look on their bodies. They stared at the coming and going customers with eagle-like eyes, and passersby were forced to dodge to the other side of the official road. .
A few other people who were dressed up stood shyly beside the big men. Cui Yuan didn't know what happened, so he stopped the car and asked from a distance: "Little brother, is your shop still accepting customers today? My little master is eager to buy a shop, so he went to another place if he couldn't do it here. "
The juniors didn't dare to make a sound, but a strong man standing at the door glanced at him and said solemnly: "You speak the official language in a serious way, looking at your dress, you look like a servant of the Beijing official family, your master Who is it? You said that in the back compartment is your little master, why is the rut so deep, it looks like there is a pile of goods?"
When he asked the question, there were several loud noises from the upstairs of the inn, like someone was throwing the table, and there were shouts, but it was hard to see through the window.
The more Cui Yuan looked, the more he felt that something was wrong. He felt a little regretful that he had come to this inn after listening to someone's instructions, so he shook the reins and said, "Since you can't live in this inn, we'll just leave. How can you, officials’ children, just pull them out for interrogation.”
He was a little annoyed in his heart, but he didn't want to do much, so he turned the horse's head to avoid them and start the road again. The big man gave a wink to the left and right, led someone to meet the horse, and said lightly: "Jin Yiwei is handling the case here, and you bumped into it yourself, and your behavior is suspicious. If you don't explain it, you can't leave."
He walked to the front of the car, lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing a slender embroidered spring knife, and shook it in front of their father and son.
Cui Yuan saw Jin Yiwei raiding his home in Beijing, his face turned blue, and he said in a trembling voice: "Sir, my young master is the eldest son of Cui Langzhong of the Ministry of Housing, Yunnan, and this is the first time to go out today. It has nothing to do with the villain the adults are looking for!”
The big man pondered: "Is it the son of Cui Ju and Cui Langzhong? Is there a way to lead me?"
Cui Yuan immediately took out the road guide from his sleeve, and took out a whole piece of silver from his arms, and stuffed it to him. The Jinyiwei didn't accept the money, and after watching Lu Yan handed it back to him, he waved his hand and said, "You are unlucky, you run into us, Xie Qianhu, who is handling the case here. I can't let you go until the demon is captured. Wait here."
Cui Yuan complained and pleaded, "My young master is injured. In such a hot weather, he is stuffy in the car. I am afraid that the wound will start, but it will be fatal!"
Jin Yiwei wondered: "This young master of your family has offended someone and is going to take refuge in his hometown with his injuries? Why haven't I heard of any honorable relatives and ministers who have a grudge against others recently."
The Cui family's father and son are family members, and it cannot be said that the owner of the family is partial to his step-wife and youngest son. The Jin Yiwei didn't ask questions, and waved the two people next to him to check behind him.
The two Jin Yiwei went around to the back of the carriage, knocked on the car door, and called out politely, "Is Mr. Cui in the car? Please get out of the car and see you, we want to check the contents of the car."
The car door was pushed open from the inside, five pale slender fingers were buckled on the door leaf, and then half a sick face was revealed. His face was as pale as his hands, and his cheeks were burning brightly. Although most of it was covered by the carriage and sleeves, the exposed eyebrows were as bright as throbbing flames, instantly illuminating the vision of those who saw him.
His eyes were bloodshot, and the tip of his nose was a little red. He smiled at the two Jin Yiwei guards with thin tears, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I've been curled up in the car all the way, my legs are a little numb, thank you two Wait for me to go down slowly."
The two of them looked at him and felt that their earlier suspicion of him being a bandit was blasphemous, and said cheerfully, "It doesn't matter, Mr. Cui is not injured, don't hold on, we will help you down."
Then he opened the car door and took him out of the car.
Cui Xie was suffocated all the way in the car. Although he had been reading a book in his head and felt nothing, in fact, the muscles in his legs were stretched to the point of unconsciousness. It wasn't until someone called him that he felt that his legs couldn't support him at all, it was numb and painful, and he almost fell to his knees as soon as his feet touched the ground.
Fortunately, the two people next to him supported him. He supported the body and stood behind the car with his legs numb. The two Jin Yiwei still had to check the contents inside, and seeing his shaky appearance, they offered to suggest, "Young Master Cui doesn't need to stand here, ask your servant to help you into the store and rest, and wait for our Lord Qianhu to take it. Let the demon go down and make plans."
Cui Xie bowed his hands in thanks, and slowly moved forward with the carriage. Ping Yan hurriedly jumped out of the car to help him, still holding the paper bag his father gave him, and quietly stuffed it to the two of them.
Unexpectedly, the two captains refused to accept it, and smiled bitterly: "Xie Qianhu has strict rules. I will charge you a few taels of silver here, but it is not worth a pot of good wine. If you go back, you will be punished, not worth it. Good life to help you. Come in, little master."
Cui Xie said "hard work" and walked forward with holding the inkstone. As soon as they walked near the front of the car, there was a sudden loud bang on the second floor of the inn, and a window facing the street suddenly fell.
The two of them were frightened by the low-altitude falling object and stopped, and looked up. A lean man in his forties jumped down from behind the window and landed lightly on the ground, holding a Japanese sword in his right hand and kicking his toes. , rushing straight towards their master and servant. A man dressed in turquoise splatters followed him to the window, leaned against the window lattice to look, waved his hand behind him, turned over and jumped down.
Holding the inkstone screamed in fright. Cui Xie also had a sense of confusion as he stepped into an ancient costume martial arts drama. He stared at them blankly. He didn't react until the person in front was about to rush in front of him, and conditioned reflexively, he pushed the inkstone into the distance.
The man didn't even look at holding the inkstone, the long knife in his right hand was placed by his neck, and when he turned around, he clamped his neck with his right arm.