Chapter five hundred and eighty first waiting for a long time
Xu Qingan walked on the streets of Fengyang.
His sister asked them to look for clues near Fengyang, but he didn't have any clue whether his sister might have made a wrong deduction this time.
Xu Qing'an quickly denied his thoughts. There is no one smarter than his sister in the world. Even Song Chengxuan can't be as good as a finger of his sister.
My sister said that there must be something right here. Even if he turned the whole Fengyang upside down, he would still find the people his sister wanted to find. So before dawn, Xu Qingan got up early and put on coarse clothes, dressed like
An ordinary person slowly walked around Fengyang City.
After a period of hard work, Xu Qingan looked much more heroic than before. He had been quietly practicing boxing and kicking kung fu. When this matter was over and he returned to Beijing, he would go to compete with Song to let his sister know what is going on in the world.
No one is more powerful than his brother.
"Almost asleep?"
A cold voice came.
Xu Qingan immediately looked over and saw Taoist Priest Qingling walking over.
"No need to look around anymore, I have found it," Taoist Master Qingling said calmly, "There is a village outside the city, backed by a mountain. There are people and horses moving on the mountain. Usually those people and horses will go to the village and dress up as ordinary people.
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Xu Qingan looked at Taoist Priest Qingling in shock, not expecting that he would lose to Taoist Priest.
"However," Taoist Priest Qingling said, "we still can't figure out their details yet.
As long as outsiders go to that village, everyone in the village will be on guard. I don’t know how many secrets are hidden in the mountain. It’s not advisable to alert them until they find out.”
People who hide.
Xu Qingan's eyes lit up: "Send a message to my sister first, and then we will investigate slowly. When the time is right, it will not be easy to lure them out."
Taoist Priest Qingling gave Xu Qingan a cold look. He didn't know how people like his senior brother and Prince Anyi survived.
Taoist Priest Qingling had just thought of this when he heard Xu Qing'an say: "Taoist Priest Qingling, you are a monk. Although you have long transcended the mortal world, you still have to take your own safety into consideration. We must be careful.
If I was injured, I don't know how many people would be sad for me. You don't understand what I'm saying, Master Qingling, because no one is worried about you, especially..." Especially his sister Ruzhen, he dreamed yesterday that he was not
Beware of getting injured while practicing, sister Ruzhen’s eyes turned red from crying.
I don’t know if sister Ruzhen has received the fabric he asked for.
Taoist Priest Qingling couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eyes. He didn't know where the confidence of Prince An Yihou came from. Taoist Priest Qingling walked forward quickly. No matter it was his senior brother or the prince, he didn't want to see them for a moment.
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Xu Qinghuan couldn't sleep well for several days. It was probably because the dose of medicine was too heavy and she had no appetite to eat. She also had to go to the clean room many times a day. Fortunately, Mr. Liao could take a break after taking medicine for a few days, and she could also
Take the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief.
As soon as I felt relaxed, I quickly fell asleep.
She vaguely seemed to see her own reflection in the bronze mirror, her face covered with black gauze, and an unfamiliar round-faced maid was wiping her hair.
Xu Qinghuan was suddenly confused, not knowing where she was, but after just a brief thought, she sank into the dream and became one with herself in the dream.
"Madam, your hair grows very fast. In a while, you won't need a wig anymore."
Xu Qinghuan raised her hand and gently crossed it across her forehead. There were scars left by the fire. The burning carriage and the sound of fighting destroyed everything about her.
The maid picked up a hairpin made of golden silk.
"No need." She didn't care about these heavy items now, it was better to be simple and comfortable.
"Madam." Another servant came up with a bowl of medicine.
Xu Qinghuan looked at the white porcelain medicine bowl. The maid next to her had a nervous expression on her face, as if she was afraid that she would refuse to take the medicine. At this point, many people might think that she would not be able to continue living since she had gone through all the hardships.
If there is still one life left, she will cherish it.
Xu Qinghuan reached out to pick up the medicine bowl and drank the medicine in one go.
She was too deeply poisoned and the medicine could no longer cure her, but its effect prevented her from sleeping in bed all day long. Being able to stay clear now was very important to her.
"How's the capital going?"
Li Hou in northern Xinjiang sent troops, the capital was in chaos, and the emperor was preparing to move south. These were all told to her by the maids who served around her.
The round-faced maid continued: "In the past two days, all the big families in the capital have been rushing to leave the capital, and now the official roads around the capital are crowded with carriages and horses.
It is better for us to be safe here, and my wife can rest here to recuperate."
Xu Qinghuan nodded and turned to look out the window: "The weather seems to be very good today. I want to go out for a walk."
The maid was delighted: "My slave, go get the cloak."
The door opened and Xu Qinghuan looked out at the bright sunshine. She held the maid's hand and walked slowly out. Stepping out of the door, she stretched out her hand to block the dazzling sunshine and raised her head to look.
Standing under the blue sky, my mood seemed to feel a little more relaxed.
Her eyes fell back on her skinny hands. She had been seriously ill for a long time and was severely injured. Her body was extremely weak. It was difficult for the owner here to spend a lot of effort to save her. Until now, she has not seen the person who saved her.
people.
There was a sound of footsteps. Xu Qinghuan looked over and saw someone moving a few boxes outside the yard.
Xu Qinghuan's eyes fell on the box. The maid next to him understood and immediately stepped forward to ask. Then she turned to Xu Qinghuan and reported: "Madam, those are the manuscripts that Mr. Wenxi has commented on. I was probably afraid that they would be damaged if they were left in the capital, so I sent them here."
Store it here."
Xu Qinghuan nodded. She had never asked about the owner of this place, and people around her would avoid mentioning it. Since she woke up, the owner of this place has never shown up.
Maybe she would ask anxiously in the past, but after experiencing those things, her whole mood calmed down, and when it was time to know, everything would naturally be revealed.
"Mr. Wenxi." Xu Qinghuan said involuntarily.
"Our master likes your husband very much and even set up a memorial tablet for him."
Xu Qinghuan thought carefully about Mr. Wenxi. She had read many books, but she didn't have much impression of this gentleman. Thinking about this, she slowly walked forward and walked out of the yard unknowingly.
"Are you feeling tired, madam? If not, let's go back and rest!"
"It doesn't hurt to take another walk." Today, she was in particularly good spirits.
After walking out of the yard, she realized that the garden was very large and many places had not been repaired.
The maid who was supporting her suddenly stopped. Xu Qinghuan was startled and looked forward. Not far away, there seemed to be a study room. The maid stopped and obviously didn't know whether to continue walking.
Xu Qinghuan's heart moved. There was someone in the study, otherwise the maid would not be so abnormal.
There were waves in her calm inner lake.
Xu Qinghuan stepped forward and continued to walk forward. The maid hesitated for a moment and did not stop her, but followed her footsteps.
Climbing up the stairs, she looked past the rolled-up bamboo curtain, and sure enough, there was a figure standing there.
He was wearing a long robe and standing with his hands behind his back, as if he had been waiting for her for a long time.