Mr. Song's life seemed to have suddenly become very leisurely. He stopped going to the Yamen and didn't care about things in Quanzhou. After dinner, he sat in the garden drinking tea, always holding the book Xu Qinghuan bought in his hand to read.
After a while, Zhao Tong came, but did not invite Song Chengxuan away.
Xu Qinghuan went over to ask, and Song Chengxuan said: "There is something wrong in Quanzhou, let Zhao Tong go back and deal with it first."
It's no wonder that since Mr. Xue and Mr. Song are both here, Quanzhou will naturally be a little worried.
Xu Qinghuan asked Yingui to bring some food to Zhao Tong so that he would have something to satisfy his hunger on the way.
"Then Zhao Tong is very strange," Yin Gui said, "I kindly brought him snacks but he didn't want them. Instead, he asked me to give him a pile of noodles." She had never seen such a person before, and it was not marching to fight now.
What are you doing eating biscuits every day?
Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but smile, Zhao Tong was used to following Song Chengxuan in battles everywhere.
Yingui went to the front yard to deliver cakes to Zhao Tong, who was standing aside listening to Xu Qingan and Qi Defang talking.
When Xu Qing'an mentioned that he had taken the scouts out to find out the news, Qi Defang listened with great concentration.
Xu Qing'an said: "Tong Zhao, did you take any scouts out when you were in Quanzhou?"
Zhao Tong nodded.
Xu Qing'an straightened his back. Zhao Tong was Song Chengxuan's lieutenant. He should know that he was Quanzhou's brother-in-law. Everyone must give honor to his brother-in-law: "Then did I achieve great achievements with my scouts?"
Zhao Tong said: "Yes, the prince has made meritorious service."
Xu Qingan was just about to feel proud.
Zhao Tong continued: "But that won't be the case next time."
Xu Qingan's face froze.
Zhao Tong said: "The prince eats too much and practices too little on weekdays. He seems to be strong, but it doesn't last long. If he goes a little further, it's hard to say what will happen."
"Who said that?" Xu Qingan frowned.
Zhao Tong said: "The prince can compete with my young master. The prince has no chance to fight back."
Xu Qingan's face suddenly darkened.
Zhao Tong continued: "According to the current situation of the prince, if you work harder, you will definitely make progress. When the time comes, you will be able to fight against the prince."
Xu Qing'an frowned, how dare Zhao Tong say such careless words.
"What kind of training is needed?" came the voice of Marquis An Yi.
Zhao Tong immediately saluted Marquis Anyi and said, "At least one more hour must be added every day, and the results will be seen in a month."
An Yihou looked at Xu Qing'an with a sullen face: "Did you hear that? I'll ask this little brother to tell me what to do from tomorrow."
"I don't dare to do this because of my humble position," Zhao Tong bent down, "The reason why the Marquis urges the Crown Prince is for the Crown Prince's good. The Crown Prince is still young and still has a chance."
This is true, but An Yihou sounds a bit harsh. Could it be that he couldn't fight Song Chengxuan for a few rounds?
Zhao Tong picked up a thick stack of cakes, excused himself and left.
Marquis Anyi looked at Zhao Tong, if the soldiers and horses in Quanzhou were trained by such people, they must not be underestimated. In this Changzhou war, Xue Chen did not bring many men from Quanzhou, and they were scattered among the Changzhou navy.
In the middle, they can also help the generals to stabilize their hearts, which shows how powerful they are.
If Song Chengxuan led such a team to fight, he would be even more invincible. However, the manpower in Quanzhou was still too small after all, and the entire southeast would need to be used to raise troops for Song Chengxuan. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel itchy in his heart.
Anyihou looked at Xu Qing'an. Although his son was a bit unbearable, he didn't know if Song Chengxuan could, for Huan'er's sake, let him marry one and then marry another. According to Quanzhou's military training methods, he might be able to train Qing'an into an individual.
Come like this.
Qi Defang stepped forward and exchanged some polite words with Marquis Anyi, and then Marquis Anyi left.
"Why do I feel something is wrong," Xu Qing'an said, "I lost half my life for no reason." If he practiced for an extra hour every day, wouldn't it cost him his life?
He knew that when that black-faced man entered his house, nothing bad would happen to him.
…
On the bustling streets of the capital, a few monks walked slowly over. When the people saw them, they offered Buddhist prayers. It was a common thing to see a monk in the capital, and no one paid any attention to them.
Several monks walked to the Shuntian Mansion Office. One of them picked up a drumstick and beat the grievance drum.
"Boom", "Boom", "Boom".
As the drums sounded, the people around gradually gathered around.
A clerk from Shuntian Prefecture came out and asked, "Who are the people coming to the Yamen?"
The monk playing the drum said: "The poor monk is here to avenge his grievances. The poor monk's master, Master Wuyuan, once went to Uzangsi to give lectures, but unfortunately passed away in Uzangsi. Before his death, he accepted a disciple as the successor of the mantle.
That disciple was Huijing. We heard that Huijing used false Buddhist teachings to deceive people, and felt uneasy. We came to check and see if Huijing had really gone astray. In the past, we saw many details of Master Wuyuan's mantle and did not question him. Now,
I also want to ask clearly."
The monks did not dare to make rash guesses, let alone say suspicious words casually, but everyone understood clearly that they suspected that Master Wuyuan had a hidden reason for his death, and that he could not be harmed by Huijing.
After such a pair of testimonies, the origin of Huijing became clear. Thinking of this, the literary official felt happy: "Several masters, please come with me!"
"Amitabha." Several monks filed in.
…
Seeing several great monks entering Shuntian Mansion, Xu Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief. They believed that Huang Qinghe could find out the matter.
"Can we go now?" Xu Qingyue said from the side, "We still have to visit a few embroidery shops to find some more embroidery samples so that we can start sewing."
The emperor rewarded Song Chengxuan with a house, and Song Chengxuan went to the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites.
She also took Qingyue out with her.
"Sister also has to focus more on the wedding," Xu Qingyue said softly, "Sister, I don't see how worried my aunt is. In so many years, I haven't saved up a decent red dress. In two days, the Song family will come to give me a betrothal gift. Sister wants to use it.
Looking back, although our embroiderer's skills are pretty good, I know a few embroidery shops where the embroiderers are quick and their work is more meticulous. Let's take a closer look at what kind of style we want, so that we can have an idea."
Xu Qinghuan nodded after listening to Qingyue's words. The carriage entered the market. There was a commotion outside. Xu Qinghuan looked out through the curtain and saw a figure flashing through the crowd.
Seeing that figure, Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but be startled. She seemed to have seen an acquaintance.
The carriage happened to stop, and Xu Qinghuan and Xu Qingyue got off the car and entered the embroidery village. Xu Qingyue was about to speak when someone behind her said: "Miss Third, this is where I bought my slave yesterday."
Xu Qinghuan turned around and saw a woman stepping into the embroidery village. The woman lifted the fence on her head and revealed her face. Her features were picturesque and as pretty as a spring peach, which looked very pleasing to the eye.
They are really acquaintances.
In her previous life, she had often seen Miss Yu San.
