A few porters passed by pushing carts loaded with goods, and villagers sitting in twos and threes basking in the sun were sitting on the roadside.
The young man holding the scroll stopped beside the old elm tree near the river road, where a half-old bulletin board stood.
The latest notice on the bulletin board was posted just half an hour ago.
There was nothing in it and it was insignificant, but the young man read it very carefully.
He is very tall and wears a simple cloth robe. His appearance is not very good-looking, but his cold and distant temperament makes people look at him more.
"Who is he?" Lin Qingfeng asked.
Ji Hong stuffed all the water chestnut cakes left in his hand into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, and said with a smile: "He is the person in this world who hates Ali more than you."
"oh?"
"Bian Yuanfeng," Ji Hong said, "is the son of the head of Longhu Hall who kidnapped Lin Youqing."
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Opening the door, Bian Yuanfeng entered from the back door of Huang Mansion.
The Huang Mansion was not big, with only two courtyards at the front and back. When the servant sweeping the floor saw him, he said with a smile: "Master Qiu is back."
Bian Yuanfeng ignored it and walked towards his private room.
Putting the book he had just borrowed on the desk, he sat down behind him and pulled out a letter from the book with an expressionless expression.
The wax paint on the letter was still there and it had not been opened. He quietly went back and stole it when he asked Mr. Pang to borrow a book.
With no intention of returning it, he tore up the envelope.
The letter came from Hengping and was written by one of Mr. Pang's students. This person sent a lot of rice, grains and vegetables. According to the time calculated on the letter, it will arrive in about three days.
When Bian Yuanfeng looked down, he mentioned very little about the situation and not about Hengxiang's dealings. He mostly expressed his condolences and asked the teacher to take good care of himself.
I thought it was some kind of letter.
He got up, lit a candle, and burned the letter.
There was a knock on the door outside, and the servant just now said: "Mr. Qiu, someone is looking for you."
"I'm sick," Bian Yuanfeng said, "say I'm not here."
"Okay, I understand, little one," the servant said.
The servant left, but soon returned.
"Mr. Qiu, someone gave me a baggage and asked me to hand it over to you."
Bian Yuanfeng frowned impatiently and said, "Leave it at the door."
"Okay! The little one is at the door."
After wiping away the remaining dust on the table with a rag, Bian Yuanfeng went to open the door and get the baggage.
The baggage is not light, it is quite heavy. There is a letter outside the baggage, which is written by Qiu Zhengbo.
Bian Yuanfeng tore off the letter, threw it aside, and opened the bundle.
In the baggage were several neatly folded portraits, a set of clean clothes, a household register, and a bag of considerable silver.
He opened a portrait and was stunned by the woman in the portrait.
In the painting, the woman's eyebrows are calm, and a piece of her lip is missing. Next to the painting are written two words, Zhao Ning.
He knew this woman, but he never knew her real name.
Bian Yuanfeng frowned, looked back at the letter, picked it up and opened it.
Inside the envelope is another envelope.
"Bian Yuanfeng personally initiated it."
With chills all over his body suddenly standing on end, Bian Yuanfeng tore open the envelope and took out the letter.
There wasn't much content, so he finished it quickly, put the letter away, stuffed it into his arms, and ran out.
Finding the servant in the backyard, Bian Yuanfeng asked quickly: "Who brought the things?"
"It's a young man." The servant was frightened by his appearance and pointed out, "I just took a look and he seems to be waiting outside."
Bian Yuanfeng immediately ran out.
The alley was quiet and there was nothing.
He stood at the door, his heart beating rapidly, and he clenched his fists.
The servant followed and said in a low voice: "Maybe, let's go again..."
"You don't have to say it." Bian Yuanfeng said, turning around and going back to the house.
Among the remaining portraits, one was that of Lin Youqing. He could hardly remember the face of this person, so he recognized him by the name next to the portrait.
The other picture was of Ah Li, a girl he would remember until his death.
In the Daqian household registration system, registration is made once every three years. After Li Ji abandoned the capital, the household registrations in the world were in chaos, and each separatist region created its own registration. Today, this household registration is still in the Daqian style. It was five years ago. His name is Mo Haizhu. , Zhongyiren's surname, is a civilian household.
The silver on the side was not light. He poured it out on the table, at least twenty taels.
Bian Yuanfeng picked up the letter again and looked at the words on it coldly.
The other party called himself a friend, not an enemy, and asked him to leave Liuming County within three days and go to Hengxiang to study as Mo Haizhu.
This actually coincided with what he had in mind. The reason why he killed Qiu Zhengbo's master and servant on the way, came here to "recognize relatives" in the name of Qiu Zhengbo, and then became a disciple of Pang Guanxuan was that he wanted to go to Hengxiang to study.
But Pang Guanxuan was really strict, and several of the articles he wrote were rejected and rejected. He lived in Zhengyuan Village for six full months, but he was still unable to get Pang Guanxuan's recommendation.
And judging from what the other party said in the letter, everything has been taken care of, and he can directly go to Hengxiang as Mo Haizhu.
This, this made him excited.
However, it is impossible for the sky to drop a pie for no reason, especially when the other party directly mentions his name as soon as he comes up.
Bian Yuanfeng sat down on the chair, looked at the letter in front of him, and fell into deep thought.
Soon, he made the decision to go.
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There were dim candles in the side room, and Yu Yizhou came in from the outside with hot foot-washing water and placed it beside the bed.
"Master, wash your feet." He looked at the old man at the table.
Ji Hong was reading the letter and his expression was not very good.
Lin Qingfeng sat opposite him, writing slowly.
"Let it go for now," Ji Hong said.
"Then you wash it early, it will cool down quickly."
Yu Yizhou turned around and left. When he reached the door, he couldn't help but look back at Ji Hong.
Having seen so many of his master's gentle faces, Yu Yizhou felt uneasy every time he saw his gloomy face.
The door was gently closed and silence returned to the room.
"He is quite filial," Lin Qingfeng said.
Ji Hong ignored it and read another page of the letter.
Lin Qingfeng raised his head to look at him, and then realized that his master was frowning.
"Is it that serious?" Lin Qingfeng said, "We have long been prepared for this trade route to be cut off."
"It's half a month away from my estimated time," Ji Hong said, "something must have happened."
"People's hearts are unpredictable. I want to eat soybean noodles tomorrow, but maybe I won't want to eat them again tomorrow."
"But half a month is too long," Ji Hong put down the letter, "My last shipment has not been delivered yet, which is one hundred thousand taels."
"So many!" Lin Qingfeng said in surprise, "Whose goods are they?"
"It's from the northwest," Ji Hong tapped his fingers on the table, "the northwest is tight. As long as there is goods, they will accept any amount of money. I want to make a final payment. If it is cut off, then I will suffer a big loss."
Lin Qingfeng picked up the letter, his eyes fell on a name on the paper, and he frowned and said, "Nie Huimo, is it him?"
"Know?" Ji Hong asked hurriedly, "How familiar are you?"
