A Qi

Chapter 69 Maybe Not Dead?

In the midsummer of July, tea merchants began to sell summer tea in every city and county.The more prosperous the place, the more particular the way of drinking tea, and the greater the demand for tea.Therefore, every year during the tea picking season, tea merchants account for half of the small vendors coming and going in the capital of the emperor.

Chunrui's man is in this line of business. He has a little spare money, and the business is getting bigger and bigger. He even specially hired six people to supply Guangling City.There are many dignitaries and dignitaries who drink tea, and usually the tea is transported to the homes of the lords, and the old housekeeper weighs the catty and pays for it by the catty, and the business is completed.This has always been the case in previous years, and there has never been a mistake, but this year, there is a troublesome thing.

Among these six people was a boy named Zhou Yang, who was young and vigorous, and had a bad temper. A few days ago, he sent tea to Wu Shilang's mansion. The child became anxious as soon as he heard it, and it was okay, a catty of tea is a lot of money, and now the two began to argue.Later, for some reason, his temper could not be suppressed, and the child beat someone.

In fact, this is not a big deal. At most, they will lose some money, and at worst, they will sell the tea at a loss.But it's just that Wu Shilang is a master who protects his shortcomings, and he loves face very much. In addition, the housekeeper covered his pain and added fuel and vinegar. When Wu Shilang heard this, he became angry from the heart, and made the child guilty of intentionally hurting others. Going to the prison, not only that, but also his boss, Chunrui's man, was also imprisoned.

The status of scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen is not much better than that of beggars on the roadside.Chunrui was walking around in a hurry in the inn, a woman can't think of any good way, after thinking about it, she decided to find the master she served in the past.

At this time, An Rong's official position has been paid to the Hanlin Academy to be in charge of a bachelor. Although he is not as good as a minister, he is also an important minister. Naturally, Chunrui does not understand these complicated official titles. She only knows that Young Master Ling is a very important official. .

Two months ago, whenever An Rong had nothing to do, he would call Xiao Chen. Gradually, this child was no longer as timid as before.When An Rong came back from court, he would call him over to have breakfast together as usual, and after eating, he would take him to the study to stay for a while.

Usually, An Rong is reading a book at the side, while Xiao Chen sits far away.Occasionally, when his eyes were tired, An Rong would raise his eyes to look at the person a few feet away, look at his brows and eyes, and sometimes he would be fascinated. It was not until the child noticed this gaze and lowered his head in embarrassment that An Rong put it away. His eyes turned to the scroll again.

These days, An Rong started to teach Xiao Chen how to write on a whim. This child is young and very clever, and he learns it quickly, and An Rong doesn't take much effort in teaching him.

In a few days, the child learned three poems. Although the handwriting was crooked, fortunately, the strokes and strokes were very regular. From the beginning, he is already very talented.

It was a stuffy day in the house, there was no wind, and the hot air from outside came in through the open window, An Rong asked the maid to bring some iced watermelon, Xiao Chen ate very happily, and couldn't help writing for a while.

While writing, Xiao Chen raised his head and asked kindly, "My lord, how do you write your name?"

An Rong's hands holding the book trembled, and at that moment, even his breathing became heavy. He felt a fire in his throat, and the burning of his throat made it difficult to even breathe out.Watermelon, name... How could he not think of the dead man?

Xiao Chen saw that An Rong hadn't responded for a long time, and even his expression turned cold. He felt that what he said just now was offensive, so he took the pen and continued to write the unfinished poem on the paper.

But An Rong walked over, held his hand, stroke by stroke, "Write my name like this." After finishing writing, he rubbed his pen for a moment, then continued to pick up his pen and said, "Your name is this."

Four words appeared on the soft white rice paper - "An Rong Qi Guang."

Light and shadow overlap, today and past, I don't know where I am, and I don't know who is in front of me, the eyes are in a trance, An Rong thought, let him enjoy the pleasure for a while, pretending to be a big dream.

Before the cool air of the watermelon dissipated, I heard the servants in the mansion outside the door knocking on the door. Looking around, he sensed An Rong's displeasure, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, are you going to open the door?"

Xiao Chen was about to leave, An Rong waved his hand to stop him, glanced at the carved wooden door, and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

The servant entered the room, bowed his hands to the two of them one by one, and then respectfully stated today's events, "My lord, a woman came outside the gate of the house and said she knew you. She said her name was Chunrui."

An Rong's face remained calm, and the name didn't tug at the slightest chord in his heart, he just flatly refused, "No see."

It was Xiao Chen who heard it, picked up a pen and quickly wrote the word "Chunrui" on the rice paper, then turned to An Rong as if offering a treasure, "Look, is it written like this?"

The corners of the eyes drooped even more because of a slight smile, and it seemed that Ah Qi had returned, An Rong sighed, this child really looks more and more like him.

The servants in this room were still bent over, waiting for the order in fear, but An Rong was suddenly in a good mood, and changed his mind, "Lead her to the main hall, and I will come later."

An Rong took another pen from the pen holder, unfolded a new rice paper, put on a new poem, and said gently, "Practice this poem again today, and I will check it later."

After finishing speaking, he put down his pen and left the house.

In the main hall, the roof beams are high, the hall is bright and bright, and there is even a sense of coolness when you first enter, but Chunrui is sweating profusely, pacing up and down in front of the red sandalwood grand master chair.

Suddenly hearing the sound of gentle and orderly footsteps, Chunrui hurried out of the room to greet her, An Rong didn't say anything, and went into the room and sat directly on the grand teacher's chair, while the maid hurriedly served tea.

Chunrui walked up to An Rong, first knelt down with a "puff", and then said with a sob, "Young Master Ling—" The following words were all swallowed up in her hoarse sobs.

This trick is very clever, firstly, she kneels down and begs for help, so that others will receive such a bow for no reason; secondly, her crying sound shakes her heart, but anyone who is a little sympathetic will not be able to bear to refuse her.

But An Rong was just the opposite. First, because of Ah Qi, he didn't have much affection for this maid who had served him for many years; In other words, he wouldn't even come to see her.

"What's the matter?" An Rong raised his eyebrows.

Hearing this, Chunrui was overjoyed, thinking that the matter was a sure thing, stopped crying, and stated, "The man from the slave family is a tea seller, and he delivered tea to Wu Shilang's mansion in Baili Lane a few days ago. The people under his command had dirty mouths and offended the steward of the Wu Mansion, this... the man from the slave family was put in prison. Young Master Ling, please..."

An Rong raised her eyebrows in displeasure, and said coldly, "Go back, I can't help you with this."

Chunrui was stunned at first, and then came to her senses, kowtowed desperately, a large bruise was formed on her forehead, "Mr. Ling, please! I really have no other choice! Please!"

"Enough!" An Rong stopped shouting, "Go back."

The maid just came to the hall with tea, An Rong closed her eyes slightly, concentrated for a moment, lifted the lid of the cup, the rich tea fragrance permeated, An Rong brushed the lid lightly over the teacup to dissipate the rushing heat, repeat After one movement for a long time, Chunrui still knelt on the ground motionless, with no intention of leaving.

An Rong casually dropped a sentence, "Go back, it's useless to kneel for a long time." After speaking, he took a sip of tea, and when the hot tea entered his throat, he felt the rare moistness in his throat, which was extremely comfortable.

Chunrui did not give up, and continued to beg, "For the sake of my family's dedication to serving you for so many years, son, please help me."

An Rong didn't even want to talk to him at this moment, he just waited for the hot tea to be exhausted before getting up and going back to the room, the child was probably still practicing his poems.

Chunrui is still kneeling down, the expectations in her heart have gradually come to nothing, her pink makeup is shattered, and she must be in a mess now.For some reason, Chunrui was able to squint her eyes when she was at a loss, and talked about the past to her former master——

"After the restaurant was raided by officers and soldiers, I went back to my hometown and got married. Life was slowly getting better, but who would have thought that such a thing would happen. Son, it's fine if you don't help me. I will Go find another way..."

Having said that, in Chun Rui's heart, she still hopes to touch An Rong's sympathy.

As soon as Chunrui finished speaking, An Rong just drank the last sip of tea, got up and went out, then turned to look at Chunrui, "There is no Mr. Ling here."

"My lord, I know." Chunrui was completely disappointed at this moment. She is not good, and others should not think about it, so Fu said coldly, "By the way, I met Ah Qi a while ago."

An Rong had already walked a few steps, turned around suddenly, his eyes instantly turned from black and white to scarlet, and even his voice trembled, "What did you say?"

Chunrui thought that her goal of stabbing people in the past had been achieved, so she said loudly, "My lord, let me tell you, I met Ah Qi a while ago. Don't you forget him?" The last sentence was full of meaning, tinged with sarcasm .

what is this?Dream?Or delusional?For the first time in An Rong 27's career, he experienced the feeling of floating life like a dream. He even began to indulge in this dream, which was more real than any dream he had ever had before. trembling.

For a long time, An Rong leaned against the edge of the door, his body suddenly felt powerless, he had to do this to force himself to stand here.

"Say it again." The voice was soft and pleading.

Even Chunrui noticed his strangeness, she was stunned to the side, and didn't say anything more.

An Rong's complexion suddenly turned pale, and some water seemed to overflow from his eye sockets, and he whispered to Chun Rui again, "Say what you just said again, and I promise you to save your husband." The voice was very clear Xu, he was afraid that his voice would scare the woman in front of him so much that she could not speak.

Chunrui turned grief into joy, "Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

An Rong didn't want to hear this sentence, and said in a low voice, "Say it again."

"Is it about Ah Qi?" Chunrui thought for a while, she seemed to have only mentioned this person just now, "I met him and Qiu Guan in Siping County a few months ago, and they were selling cakes at a stall."

"He...he's selling cakes?" An Rong said, a big teardrop rolled down. People who have never experienced life and death will probably never understand his current state of mind.It was a mixture of fear and surprise.Fear is a void, what is joy?Naturally, the dead may still be alive.

An Rong leaned against the edge of the door and stood for a long time, waiting for her ups and downs to calm down a little, then asked Chunrui many questions, and Chunrui answered them one by one.

An Rong just had one thought at the moment, he had to go to Siping, even if the person only looked like him, he had to go and see for himself.Perhaps, his wife really came back.