Lin Qingfeng didn't say anything anymore, finished drinking the tea and put it on the table.
The wind outside became stronger and raindrops pattered on the window.
The clerk came and knocked on the door, saying that someone was looking for him downstairs. At the same time, he held a letter in his hand, saying that it was sent by another person.
The little maid thanked her and turned around to deliver the letter.
"Let the man wait downstairs," Lin Qingfeng opened the letter and said calmly, "I will decide whether to see you or not depending on my mood."
The little maid nodded: "Okay."
Unfolding the letter paper, Lin Qingfeng went to sit down on the soft couch while reading, picked up the plums on the side and stuffed them into his mouth. His eyes gradually froze, looking at the words above.
She blinked her eyes and felt warm blood gradually burning in her body.
The little maid came back after replying. Seeing her like this, she said, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"
"Huh?" Lin Qingfeng looked at it, then shook his head, "Nothing."
The little maid looked at her doubtfully.
Lin Qingfeng was in a good mood, and said happily: "Go and call the guy downstairs who is looking for me. I happen to be looking for him if I have something to do."
"ah?"
"Go ahead." Lin Qingfeng frowned and said angrily, "Go and call."
"Okay." The little maid nodded.
Lin Qingfeng put away the letter and went to the small bed in the outer hall to kick it: "Get up, I have guests."
The strong man woke up rubbing his eyes.
"I have guests," Lin Qingfeng said again, raising the letter in his hand, "I also have a big deal, you can tell the general now, and I will send him one hundred thousand taels of silver in a month.
"
Before the strong man could recover, he pushed himself up and asked, "How much?"
"One hundred thousand taels," Lin Qingfeng looked at him with bright eyes, looking forward to Shen Fei, "I will definitely get the one hundred thousand taels this time. You go hide it first and don't hinder me here."
The strong man nodded blankly and said, "Okay, done, then I'll leave first."
He got off the crib with a bandage still wrapped around his arm. The child's wood almost destroyed his hand. The injury on his arm healed much slower than Lin Qingfeng.
Not long after he left, the little maid came with people from the Lu Ronghui sect.
The attendant smiled respectfully and said, "Miss Lin."
Lin Qingfeng smiled and asked the maid to close the door. She was at the table and said, "You're here just in time. I happen to have something to ask you."
"Hmm? Miss Lin, what do you want to ask me?" the attendant asked.
"A few nights ago, several corpses were found on the street. Tell me about those corpses. I also need to know who the guards were who found the corpses." Lin Qingfeng said with a smile.
.
Just past Shen hour, the entire sky was pressed down, as if it was night.
Lao Tong, Zhi Changle, Pang Yi and Lao Dan were playing cards in the house.
They said they wanted Lao Dan to quit gambling, but Lao Tong and Zhi Changle became addicted to it themselves. However, Xia Zhaoyi did not agree with gambling, so they gambled on their hard work.
The worst loser was Zhi Changle. He had to get up fifteen days early to boil water, help them wash their clothes three times, and pour water for washing their feet ten times.
It was terribly dark outside the window, so they got up and lit candles.
Old Tong lit a few more candlesticks and planned to send the candlesticks to Xia Zhaoyi next door.
Zhi Changle looked at the heavy rain outside the window and said: "Ah Li is still good. He called us in time when we were about to go out this morning, otherwise we would be drowned now."
"Can she still understand the celestial phenomena?" the old man asked.
"That's right, Ah Li can do everything, and she's so awesome," Zhi Changle said in amusement, "I like Ah Li the most."
"Can you do everything?"
"I know everything." Pang Yi, who hadn't spoken a few words all day, said beside him.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and Lao Tong hurriedly came in and said, "That's not right, Ah Li is not in the room."
"What!" Zhi Changle stood up hurriedly, "What?!"
"I'll go downstairs and ask." Lao Tong put the candlestick on the table.
"I'll go too," Zhi Changle said.
The rain was pouring heavily, and students from the school were holding umbrellas and walking in a hurry, and the door was full of carriages coming to pick them up.
Xia Zhaoyi held an umbrella and held a book wrapped in oil paper in his hand, and stopped at the entrance of the school against the crowd.
"I'm here to return the book," Xia Zhaoyi said, raising her head, "I'm looking for Mr. Qiu."
"Come in, Mr. Qiu mentioned it," the guard said.
Several teenagers passed by, followed by followers. The teenagers were talking loudly as they walked. Some of them turned to look at her casually and continued walking outside.
Xia Zhaoyi paused and looked back at one of the teenagers.
The young man was very tall and was chatting happily with others. The attendants on the side were holding an umbrella for him and he had to raise his hands high.
Zhuge Ping.
Xia Zhaoyi looked at him and saw that he was so tall.
The child who was chasing her back to ask her to play with her was now almost as tall as her second brother.
Xia Zhaoyi looked away, nodded to the guard, and entered the gate.
In the academy.
Mr. Zhan Chen hurriedly stepped onto the corridor, walking in a hurry and feeling quite irritable.
Shi Yourong walked beside him, looking anxious: "I have tried all kinds of methods, but they are useless. Before, there was Taifu An who could talk to him, but after Taifu An's accident, no one dares to say anything now.
.It is almost winter now. What I am thinking is, can the teacher talk to the academician and join a few gentlemen to go to Master Yu and Master Pan and jointly submit a letter to His Majesty."
"Do you think it's feasible?"
"You have to try, otherwise you really have to watch those people freeze to death in prison. I heard that a body was carried out the day before yesterday. It was a gentleman who was ill and couldn't survive it."
Mr. Zhan Chen paused: "Is this possible?"
"Yes, but I don't know who it is. I haven't found out specifically. I don't know where the body was taken. No family members have been notified. No news has been received from the major academies. It may be those storytellers." Shi Yourong
said.
Mr. Zhan Chen had a stern look on his face and continued to walk forward quickly: "It may be a lie and not serious."
"But teacher, things like getting sick, starving and freezing to death are common in prisons. Even if this is false, there are many possibilities for it to be true." Shi Yourong followed and said.
Almost out of the corridor, Mr. Zhan Chen opened the bamboo umbrella in his hand, suddenly frowned, raised his head and looked forward.
Shi Yourong, who was opening his umbrella, also looked up.
A little girl in a simple warm coat came over, holding a book in her hand. She stopped when she stepped up the steps and looked up.
Mr. Zhan Chen frowned deeper and deeper, feeling disgusted.
Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "I have met Mr. Zhan Chen."
"Don't be so polite to me, you're annoying," Mr. Zhan Chen said coldly, "I've never seen a more unpleasant child than you."
"I thought you, sir, are well-informed," Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile, "Sir, if you go out more often, you will always see him."
Mr. Zhan Chen was furious: "You uneducated kid!"
"I've seen your husband's upbringing." Xia Zhaoyi was still smiling.
Shi Yourong was dumbfounded and looked at the girl, then turned to look at Mr. Zhan Chen: "Teacher"
"Don't come to this school again, get out of here!" Mr. Zhan Chen scolded and walked away.
Shi Yourong quickly held up an umbrella and followed up: "Teacher!"
