The drinkers exchanged words with each other, and finally the voices gradually became lower and no one continued.
A few people drank in silence, which affected the people at other tables and made them feel depressed.
After a drinker drank another large bowl of wine, he smashed the bowl and shouted, "Let's stop talking about this. Let's talk about something else."
"If you have wine today, you will get drunk today." Another drinker said.
Some of the fragments from the bowl splashed onto Xia Zhaoyi's side.
Xia Zhaoyi pinched his fingers and couldn't figure out anything, nor could he tell anything about the celestial phenomena.
She exhaled softly, still lying on her stomach, but moved her body slightly and changed into a more comfortable position.
Since we wanted to talk about something else, a drinker changed the subject and said, "Have you heard about the recent events?"
"What's going on?" Others looked over.
"That Miss Lin who is rumored in the capital."
"Miss Lin? Who is she?"
Another drinker said at this time: "It's very powerful. The prophet knew a month in advance that the heavy rain in Peifeng City would last ten days."
Xia Zhaoyi was not very interested in these things. Just as he was about to close his eyes, he was stunned for a moment when he heard this and frowned slightly.
"How is it possible, one month in advance?"
"Isn't it true that many people knew what she mentioned at that time, and she predicted many things accurately. She has great magical powers."
"Then tell me, what else is going on?"
"Okay, then just listen slowly."
Xia Zhaoyi was also listening here. Because she had been lying down for a long time and her neck felt uncomfortable, she turned herself around and lay face forward while watching the drinker talk.
He spoke with great enthusiasm and danced, and the dull feeling in the lobby just now seemed to be dissipated.
However, when he was talking, others would always interrupt him and say he was bragging, so he would argue with them.
Seeing them talking and arguing like this, Xia Zhaoyi finally felt a little sleepy. She called the waiter to pay and pointed to the food on the table: "I haven't touched a bite. They are all clean. They can be delivered to anyone who wants them."
Who."
"Is it...that the food in our store is not to my taste?" the waiter asked curiously.
"No, these meals are delicious." Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile. He didn't want to say anything else and walked towards the stairs.
Early the next morning, she returned to Beijing, lined up in a long line at the city gate, handed in a fake household registration, and went straight to Qingque Pavilion after entering the city.
The one being entertained was not Mr. Yan Hui. This gentleman was a stranger and Xia Zhaoyi did not recognize him.
Because Mr. Yan Hui had given instructions in advance, the gentleman did not feel any strangeness about the arrival of such a child. It was not until he opened the name in the book that the gentleman touched his beard and looked up at Xia Zhao again in surprise.
Yi: "Your... name is A Li?"
"That's right." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Where did you come from?" the gentleman asked again.
"Shengjing Long Street." Xia Zhaoyi replied.
"Shengjingchang Street? Where does your family live? Are you not from outside the city?"
"Do you need to know that much about me?" Xia Zhaoyi looked at him.
Only then did the husband feel that he had lost his composure and said sarcastically: "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, but why are you curious about me?" Xia Zhaoyi asked back.
The gentleman laughed, touched his beard, and said: "To be honest, there are recent rumors in the capital about a girl from Peifeng, also named A Li, who is very miraculous. I saw that you have the same name, so I asked this question."
"Oh," Xia Zhaoyi nodded, "Well, sir, if I make this order..."
The gentleman put away the book and said, "I need to hand over these things for my employer to check. You can pick up the remaining silver and the antidote later."
"Okay," Xia Zhaoyi said, "But I still want to take another deal."
"Huh?" The gentleman looked at her curiously, "You still want it? Isn't this much money enough?"
"Sir, there are rules." Xia Zhaoyi said.
The husband laughed and nodded: "Okay, I won't ask any more questions, just wait."
"Um."
The husband took out the wooden box again. Xia Zhaoyi randomly picked one and opened it, and suddenly smiled.
The husband didn't ask any questions this time and waited quietly, although he didn't know which one she chose.
Xia Zhaoyi put it down and said, "We are looking for someone again."
"Um?"
"Looking for Ah Li," Xia Zhaoyi put down the flower note in his hand and said, "It seems that sir is right, this Ah Li is really magical."
The husband also smiled and nodded: "Yes, I shouldn't have told you, but there have been many people looking for her recently."
"Did anyone pick up?"
"We have received a few transactions. Whether they can find them or not, whoever finds them first depends on their own destiny."
"Are the money offered the same?" Xia Zhaoyi was curious.
"There are one thousand taels, there are two thousand taels, and the few are five hundred taels."
"The Ying family only gave five hundred taels to find a biological son. Now they are willing to spend two thousand taels to find a girl whom they have never met, and they don't even know whether the rumors are true or false." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Will you take it?" The husband looked at her.
"No answer." Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile, rolled up the flower note, tied it, put it back into the wooden box, and selected another one.
When she opened it this time, she glanced at it briefly and said to her husband, "That's it."
The gentleman took it, looked at it, nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll get the details for you. Just wait a moment."
"Yeah." Xia Zhaoyi responded.
After her husband left, Xia Zhaoyi looked at the string left on the table to tie the flower note, and her eyes became thoughtful.
After getting the details, she did not drink the medicine from the small bottle, but directly received one hundred taels of silver and left.
The streets were bustling and bustling, and vendors and pawns were everywhere. She walked slowly, thinking about something all the time.
Unknowingly, she walked through the streets and alleys, and when she raised her head, she found that she had arrived at the teahouse by the lake again.
The storyteller made a clapping sound, but she didn't like hearing it anymore.
Turning around, ready to find a quiet place, she stopped in her tracks and looked at a figure in the distance.
A dark-skinned young man was leaning over there, blowing the lake breeze. He was very carefree and had an unruly posture. He put his hands behind his head and yawned exaggeratedly.
Many people in brocade clothes passed by, some were talking quietly, some were laughing and joking, but no one recognized that the man leaning under the tree about to take a nap was Song Qing, the son of Song Du, the minister of the Ministry of Industry.
Hall.
Counting the last time I met him in Chongyi, it was almost two months ago.
The child who was reckless and rampant at the beginning has now become a handsome young man on a horse, wielding a gun and carrying out gangsters. Xia Zhaoyi's eyes showed a smile.
However, she didn't intend to step forward and say anything to him. She walked away without stopping when she passed the old tree here.
Song Erlang was really about to fall asleep, tears were about to come out. He sniffed, frowned suddenly, raised his head and looked to the right with feeling, and saw only the back of a child walking away.
It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it.
