There is no need for Song Qingtang to enter the city, he can leave directly from Qingfengling outside the city.
Therefore, after Xia Zhaoyi took the remaining Xia Family Army soldiers out of the open space and returned to the inn, Song Qingtang's face completely collapsed.
He was wearing thin training clothes, and the sweat gradually dissipated, and the chill of the wind became obvious, but he had no intention of returning to the inn.
The sun in the sky is not good, and the sea of clouds is in all shapes and sizes, but if it doesn't give way, the sunlight cannot penetrate. And the wind between the sky and the earth is blowing one after another.
Wei Baixuan and other relatives all looked at Song Qingtang. Wei Baixuan called out "General" and saw that Song Qingtang didn't respond, so he stopped talking.
There was silence for a long time, the mountain wind became stronger, thousands of trees in the back mountain were swaying lightly, and the weeds beside their feet were also swaying. Song Qingtang's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and finally he turned around and walked towards the inn: "Let's go."
"General!" Wei Baixuan shouted and followed him.
"Go get the handkerchief." Song Qingtang said.
"..."
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After Xia Zhaoyi wiped her sweat, she took the handkerchief away with her.
After returning to the inn, while the soldiers were cleaning up, she washed the handkerchief with vanilla juice in the backyard.
After washing it several times and wringing it out, just when it was drying, I saw Song Qingtang coming back.
Song Qingtang still kept pushing the courtyard door open, looked at her, and then at the handkerchief on the rope.
"Let it dry a little before taking it." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Song Qingtang said nothing, nodded and walked towards the inner hall.
Wei Baixuan and others passed by and respectfully called out "Miss Ah Li".
"Is your general worried?" Xia Zhaoyi asked Wei Baixuan.
"I have a lot on my mind." Wei Baixuan said truthfully.
"Military supplies? Or is there someone in Dingtao County who wants to embarrass him? Could it be those wanted orders from back then?"
"No," Wei Baixuan smiled, "In the early years, the world was still surnamed Li, and the Dingtao Cao family was afraid of the Li family. Who is still afraid of him now."
"That's true," Xia Zhaoyi said, "the Dingtao Cao family and the Zuilu Guo family are both long-established families with ancient inheritance."
"Kai Baixuan." Song Qingtang called from the front.
"Here we come, general." Wei Baixuan responded, looked at Xia Zhaoyi, said respectfully to her, and walked away.
The Su brothers and sisters had packed their clothes and were sitting in the lobby talking about a piece of jade.
They had only seen this jade three times, and many details of its structure were blurred. They had to integrate their memories and recall them together.
Xia Zhaoyi returned to the room with the clean clothes that were not yet dry, and then packed the bundle. He took out several long rolls of paper from another bundle and saw a tall figure outside the door.
The figure kept standing, raising his hand several times as if to knock on the door, but then lowered it.
The body shape and posture are not who Song Qingtang is.
Xia Zhaoyi sat down by the bed, looked at the figure, and waited for him to ring.
After waiting for a while, the figure turned and walked away.
"I don't know what it means." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Song Qingtang returned to his room and his men had packed everything.
Song Qingtang felt depressed, so he went back and lay down on the narrow wooden bed.
During these years of fighting abroad, I occasionally thought of her, but it was not something I couldn't bear.
But this time when I came back and looked up from outside Wanshan Pass, it was as if thousands of clouds were flying by, fire from the sky was falling like mines, and the seeds buried deep in my heart were growing and blooming rapidly.
In just a few days of getting along, her appearance, body, temperament, every word, every word, every smile, planted another seed in his heart, burying it even more deeply.
Song Qingtang felt that he was very scared...
This feeling came so violently that he never frowned when facing thousands of troops, but now he was so scared that he didn't know how to get out.
"No, no!" Song Qingtang suddenly sat up from the bed.
All the men came to look.
"If you cut it off, it will be cut off. If you continue, you will suffer chaos," Song Qingtang said solemnly, "otherwise, we will leave now."
"General, please think carefully." Geng Ming said next to Wei Baixuan.
After a while of silence, Song Qingtang breathed out: "Well, I've thought about it. I've never had such a temper before. Now I'm indecisive in front of Ah Li. My mother-in-law and mother-in-law are really upset even myself, not to mention that it will offend Ah Li.
.What I fear most is that I will become someone who resents those who are close to me and resents those who are far away. Not only Ah Li, but I also despise myself."
"The general is transparent and open-minded!" said Wei Baixuan.
"Yeah," Song Qingtang grinned brightly, "Wait for me to slow down and adjust slowly."
During this meeting, the emotions were so overwhelming that they hit him head-on. He was completely at a loss and unable to resist.
Just wait until you calm down and then think about how to deal with it.
The group of people packed up their clothes and passed by Xia Zhaoyi and Su Yumei's guest room when they came out. The waiter was cleaning up the empty room.
When I got downstairs, I saw Xia Zhaoyi and Yang Fugui talking at the Eight Immortals table by the window.
Xia Zhaoyi held those long rolls of paper in his hands, and Yang Fugui listened carefully and nodded.
"Ah Li." Song Qingtang walked over.
Xia Zhaoyi saw his clothes and said, "Are you leaving?"
"Um."
"Help me do something," Xia Zhaoyi handed over a roll of paper in his hand, "This is the notice for Heng Xiang to go to Shishi. After you go to Dingtao, please ask the Cao family to help you copy and post a few more copies.
"
"Going to the world to discuss studies?" Song Qingtang opened it, looked at it a few times, and said, "Spring will begin next year."
"Um."
"Okay." Song Qingtang rolled up the paper again.
"Take care along the way." Xia Zhaoyi said solemnly.
There was a lot of sourness and reluctance in Song Qingtang's heart, as if it wanted to engulf him.
"Everything goes well for you too," he said in a low voice.
Before leaving, Song Qingtang did not forget to go to the backyard to get a handkerchief.
The wind was very strong, but it was difficult for the handkerchief to dry completely for a while. Song Qingtang folded it properly and stuffed it into his arms, closest to his heart.
Xiaoxiao waved to the girl, then he got on his horse with his followers and galloped away amidst the sound of wind, forcing himself not to look back.
When Li Man and Guan Chi woke up after getting enough sleep, Xia Zhaoyi left the hotel and the village without staying too long, heading towards Shoushi Dacheng.
The Su family's brother and sister's plan was to see if there were any carriages and horses after entering the city. They wanted to take a carriage and go north.
Xia Zhaoyi thought that Zhao Ning had two banks in Shoushi, and suggested that she go to the bank to ask if anyone was going to Hengxiang recently. If so, she would take the brother and sister with her.
One of Zhao Ning's banks is located near the inn where Cai He and Zhi Ye live, only a hundred steps away.
This is also the most prosperous place in Shoushi, called Jinchuanfang.
Fan Yu and Liang Dechang, who entered the city first, had already set up an inn, which was called Anchang Inn not far from Yuxi Tower where Cai He lived.
What’s embarrassing is that there is a Fireworks Alley between Yuxi Tower and Anchang Inn.
A land of wealth and wealth, with gentle and caring men. As soon as you open the window, you will hear the laughter of orioles and the gentle sound of strings.
The guest rooms here are very spacious, and the bathroom is behind a barrier prepared in the room, so there is no need to go to the bathhouse downstairs.
Yang Fugui took two long rolls of paper and went to the street to find writers and asked them to copy them.
The two writing gentlemen opened it and took a look. They were all novel.
Yang Fugui sat on the small bench between them and said with a smile: "If you two gentlemen are interested, you can also go north to buy incense. If you can't go, just shout in this Shoushi City, as if there is a celebrity in Shoushi City
, then you are also honored."
"Haha!" The writer on the left laughed, "That's right. You look like you don't have half a bag of water in your belly, but you still speak out words. You are quite good at speaking."
"Hey," Yang Fugui looked unhappy, "Is there any customer you say that to, and you mock me for working for you?"
"He just gets hurt with his words," said the writer on the right, looking down at the words on the paper, "But if I look closely, this word looks really familiar."
"As soon as I opened it, I felt like I was in a hurry. My pen movements were flying, opening and closing. It was quite majestic!" said the writer on the left.
"Well, words like this are something that people will never forget. I've definitely seen them before!"
Yang Fugui looked at the two of them and suddenly felt nervous.
I didn't expect that the words could still be recognized. If it was known that Miss Ali was in Shoushi City, something might happen.
"Ah!" The two writers almost said in unison, "It's the calligraphy of Duke Dingguo!"
Duke Dingguo left ink marks in many places, and there were copybooks that had been circulated for a long time. They made a living by this, and they wanted to be good at it. They never had the chance to touch the authentic calligraphy and painting of famous people, but they had countless calligraphy and painting collections in their homes.
Yang Fugui suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, okay, okay.
But the bad thing is that many people around are looking at me.
First, these two gentlemen were too excited, and second, they were talking about the Dingguo Palace.
Realizing that they had lost their composure, the two gentlemen who wrote quickly calmed down their emotions, put their pens to paper, and began to copy.
