In the bright light of dawn, in the open space in front of the alley in the south of Junzhensi, even if the accumulated blood has been washed away repeatedly, there is still a fishy smell left.
Soldiers left the Military Town Division one after another, and no one dared to come out on the street. It once again returned to the era of purges and depression before the Eight Capital Army envoys came to Congxin.
All inns were searched, as were shops, teahouses, theaters, medicine halls, and private schools. Cabinets in private houses, under beds, and even wells were inspected one by one.
Nothing was found.
The streets of Congxin Prefecture, which were already covered with portraits, were also pasted with Qian Fengrong's portrait.
Not only the front, but also the sides.
Qian Fengrong was originally from Geng Hui's Xunlong Army. He was famous for his bravery in the army, so many people knew him. There are even details of wrinkles in his portrait.
The students once again had work to do, and this time they wanted to obtain a larger number, a full three thousand, not only from Congxin Mansion, but also to send them outside Congxin Mansion and spread them all over the world.
The students were painting and joking at the same time. Congxin was probably the most famous place this year.
Tai Zicang was also painting. The big hall was filled with the fragrance of ink, and scraps of paper were scattered on the floor.
A servant girl came in from the side door, looked around, and found Tai Zicang.
"Sir," the servant woman came over and said.
Tai Zicang glanced at her and continued painting.
"Sir, my wife is asking you if you want to go back tonight."
"I won't come back." Tai Zicang said coldly.
Bai went to find Xia Zhaoyi about Nie Huimo. When Tai Zicang came home last night and found out, he was so angry that he couldn't speak. He stayed at home for half an hour and then left.
From last night to now, he has been in the school, which has never happened before.
Seeing the portraits in the streets today, Bai knew that he had been called to do something again, and he was anxious waiting at home.
"Master, I won't be angry with you anymore," the servant woman sighed. "My wife has done nothing wrong in the matter of justice."
"You go back." Tai Zicang said.
The servant woman didn't leave. She was a little older and Tai Zicang had been brought up by her since he was a child. With this qualification, he said a few more words.
Many students looked up at them, and many of them chuckled, guessing that there must be some quarrel between husband and wife at Mr. Tai's house.
Tai Zicang just pretended that he couldn't see it and continued painting.
The servant girl had no choice but to go home first.
When she came in, she didn't see Mrs. Bai who was looking up eagerly. She turned her head and asked another servant where Mrs. Bai had gone.
Another servant girl pointed to Tai Zicang's studio: "A guest is here, hush..."
"guest?"
"Unforgettable guest." Another maid said mysteriously.
No one can enter Tai Zicang's studio easily. Now Bai actually brought guests in. The servant girl came over to take a look out of curiosity.
Xia Zhaoyi heard the footsteps and looked outside.
"It should be my servant, I'll go and have a look." Bai said.
"Okay." Xia Zhaoyi nodded.
The servant woman told Bai Shi about the simple conversation in the academy, omitting the hurtful parts, but Bai Shi was still hurt.
The conversation between the two was very soft. Xia Zhaoyi didn't want to eavesdrop, but they were at the door and she could still hear a little bit.
The servant girl resigned and left.
Mrs. Bai returned to the desk, her eyes fell on the scrolls on the desk, paused, and then looked at the girl.
Feeling something, the girl raised her bright eyes and looked at her.
"What a joke..." Bai said sheepishly.
Xia Zhaoyi smiled and said nothing.
Ms. Bai knelt down on the side of the long desk and continued to talk about her memories.
She didn't know that her husband had this connection with Tang Xiangsi. She got to know Tang Xiangsi because of a writer on the street.
The writer cheated people out of their money by writing a letter for an old man, and collected ten pieces per word. Tang Xiangsi couldn't stand it, so she stepped forward to speak out.
The calligrapher said that his calligraphy was beautiful and worth the money. Tang Xiangsi took the pen directly, one on the left and one on the right, and performed poetry with both hands on the spot, which attracted a lot of applause.
Tang Xiangsi then said that if the writer insisted on paying the old man, he would set up a stall next door to him and write letters for free without charging a penny.
This move drew another round of applause.
At that time, Mr. Bai was with his elder brother. When his elder brother saw that Mr. Bai was upright, his handwriting was handsome, his poems were beautiful, and they felt a sense of friendship, he led Mr. Bai forward.
Tang Xiangsi is also a person who likes to make friends, so we got to know each other.
However, Tang Xiangsi only stayed in Congxin for a month and then left.
Where he went, the brother did not know. After that, only a letter was sent, and there was no news from him again.
Bai took out a letter and a long brocade box. The box contained a fine wolf hair.
"He gave this pen to my brother," Bai said softly. "My brother died in Shaoguang Mountain in the Northern Yuan Dynasty ten years ago. He was never married. Before he left, he gave all these precious things to me for safekeeping.
"
"Your brother is a soldier."
"He went voluntarily. Several officers in the Captain's Mansion were on good terms with my father and tried to persuade him not to go, but my brother insisted on going." Bai's eyes turned red, but her voice remained gentle and calm. "In a flash,
, it’s been ten years.”
"I caused Madam's sadness, I'm sorry." Xia Zhaoyi whispered.
"It's okay," Bai Shi smiled, "but I can't actually help you with anything."
"No, madam helped me a lot." Xia Zhaoyi said.
She picked up the pen in the brocade box and looked at the plum branch at the end of the pen.
Stroke by stroke, it was really his handiwork.
Seeing that she was looking at it seriously, Mrs. Bai couldn't help but interrupt her. She lowered her eyes to the several scrolls spread out on the document, looking at them, and gradually became distracted.
Xia Zhaoyi called out to Bai several times, but Bai didn't come back to her senses. Xia Zhaoyi had no choice but to stretch out his hand and wave it in front of her.
Bai was quite embarrassed and quickly apologized: "Miss Ah Li, I lost my mind."
"It's okay," Xia Zhaoyi said warmly, "I'd like to ask, if Master Tai is angry with you, does it have anything to do with Tai'an Restaurant?"
"……Um."
"Did Nie Huimo agree to let him go?"
"I agreed," Bai Shi smiled when talking about this. "Miss Ah Li's face is really good, so he agreed readily. But... it made Miss Ah Li owe him a favor."
"It doesn't matter to me." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Bai didn't know what to say for a moment. She lowered her head and looked at the letter beside the brocade box, then stretched out her hand to push the letter away.
"I have never read this letter, but I heard my brother mention it by chance. This letter is very important and related to Tang Xiangsi, so I will send it to you..."
Xia Zhaoyi did not answer: "Madam, this is inappropriate."
"You helped me, and I must repay you a favor. My brother has been dead for ten years, and this letter has no meaning in this world. If my brother knew about it, he would be happy to see me repay you with this. When he was alive, he was the most beloved
It’s me.”
With that said, Mrs. Bai handed the letter forward and said, "Miss Ah Li, just accept it, and I have another unkind request."
"What's the matter?"
Bai hesitated a little, mustered up some courage, and said uncomfortably: "Miss A Li's sister is Li Ling Xia Zhaoyi. She has a nickname, and people call her 'The Master of Rejuvenation', which shows that she has excellent medical skills. I have heard of Miss A Li."
She comes from the same school as her, so did Miss Ah Li also study medicine?"
This chapter has been completed!