Lin Chong could understand what Dong Xiaowan meant. Although most literati were accustomed to calling each other brothers and sisters, and would always use each other's masterpieces to brag about each other's business, but when a disaster is imminent, how many people are really willing to help you?
Dong Xiaowan is not in good health now, so he must have been very anxious to take the risk. Otherwise, with his noble temperament, he might not really be willing to bow his head and beg in front of others.
It's just that he was born in troubled times, and a few verbal promises could not fill his stomach, nor could he replace the expensive medicinal materials that could cure Dong Xiaowan's illness and prolong his life.
While several people were talking, there was a rush of footsteps at the door.
A satisfied smile overflowed on Dong Xiaowan's face: "It should be my husband who is back." She stood up as she said this and rushed towards the door anxiously.
Lin Chong also followed her gaze and looked over. Even though he knew that Mao Bijiang was more than ten years older than Dong Xiaowan, Lin Chong still couldn't compare the vicissitudes of the middle-aged man in front of him to the high-spirited man described in the book.
Maoxiang, one of the "Four Young Masters", was connected.
It seems that time really makes people grow old. Lin Chong sighed. If he hadn't seen Dong Xiaowan's excited expression, it would be hard for Lin Chong to believe the love story between the two of them.
"Today, a group of uninvited guests came to the wine shop. Thanks to Mr. Lin and Miss Yuan, I was able to escape the disaster." Dong Xiaowan introduced Lin Chong and Yuan Qingfang to Mao Bijiang in a slow voice, as the two saviors.
Yuan Qingfang nodded slightly, and Lin Chong stood up and introduced Mao Bijiang to each other. During the chat, he also learned about the difficulties these two had along the way.
In fact, not only Dong Xiaowan, but also Mao Pijiang himself suffered from serious illnesses and minor injuries. He was originally a scholar, but he had never experienced such war-torn and turbulent scenes, and he was exhausted mentally and physically along the way.
Lin Chong knew that Mao Pijiang's two serious illnesses were the direct cause that finally exhausted Dong Xiaowan's vitality, so he simply asked: "I wonder where you two plan to go?"
"This journey has been uneventful. I heard that even the Holy Emperor moved his capital to Nanjing. I plan to take Xiaowan to Nanjing to temporarily avoid the limelight." Mao Bijiang replied.
Lin Chong nodded: "I see, Nanjing is a good place to go now."
Mao Bijiang saw that the two of them didn't seem to be in a hurry, and asked curiously: "Where are you going, brother Lin Xian?"
Lin Chong sighed in his heart, Mao Pijiang still couldn't let go of the literati's behavior, saying a few words would make him yell like a foolish brother and a wise brother. His goal was also Nanjing, but he couldn't explain it in detail to him at the moment.
He didn't mind taking these two people with him, but of course he still had to wait until he discussed this matter with Yuan Qingfang before making a decision, so he smiled and replied: "We don't have any fixed destination, it just depends on our mood.
Just walk around and wherever you go, that’s where you’re going.”
Because Mao Bijiang has experienced a lot recently, he is full of yearning and envy for this kind of life like a knight-errant: "Being able to walk around as you please, with your loved ones by your side, Lin Xiandi is really enviable.
ah."
Lin Chong smiled and said: "Everyone has his own destiny. There is nothing to envy in this kind of thing. Brother Mao has great literary talent and will naturally be reused in the future. There is no need to be in a hurry to belittle oneself."
Mao Bijiang didn't think he had any chance of being reused again, but when he heard what Lin Chong said, he still smiled and agreed: "Then I would like to thank my good brother Ji Yan."
Lin Chong smiled enigmatically: "You're welcome, when you become the eldest brother and become famous, don't forget about the younger brother."
Mao Bijiang laughed loudly: "If such a day comes, I will certainly not forget my dear brother's great kindness today." His hand has been gently holding Dong Xiaowan, and despite the vicissitudes of life, he still has a trace of tenacity.
Originally they were just walking around on the street. After eating and drinking, Lin Chong and Yuan Qingfang were ready to leave.
But when he was saying goodbye, Lin Chong saw with his own eyes that they were really in love, and couldn't help but want to remind him: "Brother Mao should pay attention to his health at all times. Only in this way can my sister-in-law feel at ease, and her health will naturally get better.
"
Mao Bijiang was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect him to say such a sentence. Dong Xiaowan held him deeply and believed in this sentence: "Only if your husband takes care of you, can I feel at ease."
Mao Bijiang hugged her, feeling distressed and guilty: "Xiaowan, I will definitely take good care of you, and you will definitely be healthy and live a long life."
Dong Xiaowan nodded and patted his back gently: "Yes, I would like to see more of your husband's new works."
Yuan Qingfang kept looking at Lin Chong with strange eyes, and Lin Chong made her feel scared. As soon as she found the inn and got to the room, Lin Chong collapsed on the bed and looked at Yuan Qingfang dissatisfied: "Why are you always staring at me? Could it be me?
What did you do wrong again?”
Yuan Qingfang shook his head: "I'm just surprised. According to your personality, you should have directly told them that we are going to Nanjing today, and then invited them to come with us, but you didn't agree directly."
Lin Chong changed into a comfortable position and lay down: "Of course I need to discuss this matter with you carefully before making a decision. If you think it's good to go with them, we will tell them that we are also going to Nanjing. If you don't want to
If you walk with them, then the road will turn toward the sky, and no one will pay attention to the other."
Yuan Qingfang frowned and thought: "This Dong Bai, I always feel that I have seen her somewhere before, but maybe it was just in a hurry and didn't leave a deep impression. I can't remember it now. I don't hate her.
"
Judging from Yuan Qingfang's way of speaking, if she says she doesn't dislike anyone, it's probably someone who suits her well. Thinking about it, it's completely understandable that Dong Xiaowan's natural bookishness and cold and noble temperament are indeed in perfect harmony with Yuan Qingfang.
Especially, although she is a woman, she is very well-founded when analyzing national affairs, and she speaks clearly and logically. She is used to talking to you in that unhurried and unhurried tone, which makes people feel comfortable.
"Seeing this Dong Bai reminds me of the Dong family silk and satin shop in the south of the Yangtze River. I heard that it was a famous master of Su embroidery, but it was a pity that it declined for some reason. I think the clothes on Mao Bijiang should be hers.
Embroidered by my own hands, the embroidery skills are excellent."
After Lin Chong's insidious reminder, Yuan Qingfang also remembered: "You said that and I suddenly had an impression. Isn't Dong Bai the same Dong Xiaowan who lived on the Qinhuai River with Miss Chen and the others for a while?"
Lin Chong pretended to suddenly realize: "I did hear Mao Bijiang call her Xiaowan just now, but I guess I didn't hear it wrong!"
Yuan Qingfang touched the hilt of the sword: "Of course I didn't hear wrongly, it's just that Dong Xiaowan has a reputation for talent. I only heard that she was ransomed, but I didn't expect that she would be reduced to such a situation."