Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

Xie Zhao is not someone who quits in the face of difficulties.

Sending the piano score didn't work, so he started sending other things one after another.Today I will give you an inkstone, and tomorrow I will give you a set of chess pieces. In the next day, instead of giving these elegant things, I will give you candied haws instead.

Qi Lan took the two bunches of candied haws, looked at Xie Zhao in surprise and waved to him with a smile, then walked into the next house.

He looked down at the candied haws in his hand, his eyes seemed to see something terrifying: "This--thank you sir--does it mean that he thinks our Highness loves candy?"

Fu Ling's health is not good, and he has been with traditional Chinese medicine all year round. The doctor told him to eat less sweets and try to taste light, so he never touched these sweet foods.

Seeing Qi Lan coming in with two bunches of candied haws, he immediately understood, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Master Xie, why did you start giving this kid stuff?" He sighed, "Could it be that he thought I would love to eat this stuff?"

Qi Lan's face was strange: "Master Xie, I'm afraid I don't like to eat it, so I brought it here."

This guess is absurd, but when Fu Ling thought of the young man who was lying on the wall smiling foolishly that night, he suddenly felt that this possibility was not impossible.

Thinking of this, a helpless smile appeared in his eyes unconsciously.

Qi Lan held two candied haws in his hand, turned his eyes and saw the medicine in the corner of the desk.

He frowned, and looked at Fu Ling disapprovingly: "Why doesn't Your Highness take medicine?"

Fu Ling was physically weak and suffered from serious and minor illnesses every year.This spring, the weather was slightly cold. He only slept with the window open for one night, but he accidentally contracted the cold. After lying in bed for a few days, he became thinner and thinner.

This medicine was put on the desk after Qi Lang had just decocted it. He thought that Fu Ling would drink it up quickly, but unexpectedly he opened the door to see Mr. Xie came back, and the medicine was still half untouched.

Qi Lan sighed helplessly: "If you don't drink it, the medicine will be cold."

Fu Ling was not afraid of suffering, so he didn't drink.In fact, over the years, he had to drink these extremely bitter soups every now and then, and over time he got used to the bitter taste.

Now, no matter how bitter or astringent the medicine is, his brows will not move.

When Qi Lan brought in the medicine just now, Fu Ling originally planned to drink it immediately.But just as Qi Lan put the medicine on the table, there was a familiar rhythmic knock on the door outside.

Boom, boom, boom.

As soon as the voice sounded, both Fu Ling and Qi Lan knew that it was Xie Zhao who had come again.

Others knock on the door once, but Xie Zhao's knock on the door is particularly rhythmic. He knocks twice and then three times, without rush or slowness. Even if he is standing in the room, he can immediately feel "Oh, then Xie Zhao is here again." up".

Fu Ling's attention was attracted by the knock on the door, he clenched his fist and chuckled lightly: "Qi Lan, go and see what Mr. Xie sent today."

When Qi Lan went to open the door for Xie Zhao, Fu Ling sat in the room, thinking in his mind: What will Xie Zhao bring today?brush?flowers?Or some weird strange books?

In such a daze, the medicine was forgotten by him, and it was not until Qi Lan mentioned it at this moment that Fu Ling realized that he had forgotten to take the medicine.

Once Xie Zhao came, people would always forget everything else... What a disaster.

Fu Ling thought so, sighed softly, picked up the bowl and drank the medicine in one gulp.

Qi Lan was satisfied to see that the medicine bowl did not leave any stains.

After solving the matter of His Highness taking medicine, he put the two bunches of ice grape gourds in front of Fu Ling and shook them: "Your Highness, what should I do with these candied gourds?"

The candied haws are red and clear, and the hawthorns are big and round, with a layer of pale golden icing on the outside.I don't know how it tastes, but at least it looks good.

Fu Ling doesn't like sweets, and he can't eat too many sweets.

But by coincidence, Fu Ling coughed lightly, and stretched out his hand involuntarily to Qi Lan: "Give me this thing, and I'll relieve my suffering."

Relief?

Is that medicine very bitter?

In the past, when I was drinking medicine, I didn't see His Highness eating a candied fruit, so why do I need candied haws today to relieve my pain?

Besides, can candied haws really relieve suffering?

Qi Lang hesitated for a while, then tentatively said: "This candied haws is not easy to digest, Your Highness, you can't eat this well...there is candied fruit in the kitchen, may I get some for you?"

Fu Ling narrowed his eyes, persistently: "That's it, don't bother too much."

His hand was still stretched out in mid-air, the hand was pale and slender with distinct knuckles, probably due to the cold spring this time, the already thin wrist became thinner.

Qi Lan has been with Fu Ling for so long, so he naturally knows that his highness looks deserted, but in fact he is stubborn and dead-hearted.

With a long sigh, he still handed Fu Ling a bunch of candied haws.

Fu Ling's brows loosened.

Under Qi Lan's gaze, he tentatively took a bite of the top hawthorn.

The strange taste of sweetness mixed with sourness spread through his mouth instantly, Fu Ling frowned immediately, then chewed and swallowed expressionlessly, looking solemnly at the bunch of candied haws in his hand, with a solemn expression as if Think about life events.

Qi Lan: "...Your Highness?"

He asked: "Is the candied haws sent by Mr. Xie not delicious?"

Thank you sir for sending it

Fu Ling handed the unfinished candied haws to Qi Lan.

He picked up the piano score on the table again, his eyes stayed on a page for a long time, and he reluctantly replied after a while: "Does it taste good?"

As if thinking of something, he tilted his head to look at Qi Lan: "Master Xie sent two bunches of candied haws?"

Qi Lan nodded: "Master Xie said that there is another string for me."

So Qi Lan also has it?

Fu Ling's eyebrows twitched almost invisibly. He suppressed the inexplicable unhappiness in his heart, looked down at the piano score in his hand, and said calmly: "Since Master Xie gave it to you, then you should enjoy it."

The tone was neither salty nor light, Qi Lan heard it, and for some reason suddenly felt chilly.

He took a bite of the candied haws and frowned: ...It's too sweet, is this for little girls?

Then I thought: But His Highness said the taste is not bad, so could it be that His Highness likes to eat candied haws?But why didn't he finish eating?

Xie Zhao didn't know anything about what happened to the master and servant next door.

He searched for these strange things everywhere in Beijing, and even Pei Shaonan had heard of them later.He asked Xie Zhao, "Which girl do you like now?"

Xie Zhaohui: "Where do I come from to meet the girls in Beijing?"

What's more, he is not interested in the girls in Beijing.

Pei Shaonan asked curiously: "Then why are you looking for those romantic things all day long?"

Something romantic?

Xie Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Those are also romantic things?"

"Of course." Pei Shaonan glanced at him, "Why can't it be said to be something romantic?"

After a pause, he said in a deep voice: "Do you know that now everyone in the capital says that our romantic and unrestrained Mr. Xie has a sweetheart?"

sweetheart?

Xie Zhao felt it was even more funny, he explained: "It's not a sweetheart, but a confidant."

Pei Shaonan raised his eyebrows: "A bosom friend?"

He read the word once, pretending to be sad, and said, "Could it be that I'm not your confidant?"

Xie Zhao sneered: "If you didn't draw me into the painting or write me into the poem, you could barely become my confidant."

A few years ago, even if Pei Shaonan didn't come to Jiangnan, he had to write a doggerel specifically in the capital with Xie Zhao's childhood fun, and ordered people to send it to Jiangnan for Xie Zhao to read.

Such a deep friendship really made Xie Zhao gnash his teeth.

Pei Shaonan laughed: "If you become your bosom friend, you won't be able to do these things, then it doesn't matter if your bosom friend is wrong."

He shook his head and sighed: "Such a confidant, boring, boring."

In order to express his regret that he could not become Xie Zhao's confidant, Pei Shaonan immediately drew another painting in the study.In this painting, seven-year-old Xie Zhao reached out to pick a pomegranate under the tree, but was hit in the face by the falling pomegranate.

Pei Shaonan dared to make such a painting in front of Xie Zhao, Xie Zhao naturally dared to be a robber again, rolled up the painting and brought it back to his home.

Just as he put the painting in the corner of the study, Xie Zhao suddenly heard Bingwen walk in bluffing, shouting: "My lord! My lord! His Royal Highness Cheng Wang is here to hand you an invitation card!"

Xie Zhao frowned: "...His Royal Highness King Cheng?"

Bingwen handed the invitation to Xie Zhao: "It seems to invite you to go outing in a few days?"

Outing with His Royal Highness Cheng Wang?Xie Zhaocai had no such interest.

He was just about to find an excuse for Bingwen to reject the invitation, but when his thoughts changed, he suddenly remembered something else: "Bingwen, son, I will send you a mission."

task?

This is proof that the young master trusts him!

Bingwen was gearing up and said excitedly, "What do you want Bingwen to do? As long as it doesn't harm nature, Bingwen can do anything!"

Yo, still a very principled person.

Xie Zhao held back his smile: "Go and find out for me, who else did His Royal Highness Cheng Wang invite this time?"

After a pause, he stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction of the house next door: "...Is there that Highness?"

You haven't given up yet.

Bingwen slumped his shoulders, and looked at Xie Zhao sadly: "Why are you so determined to date that person?" He said, "Can't you change your confidant?"

Hearing this, Xie Zhao immediately patted Bingwen on the forehead.He was serious: "Look at what you said! If bosom friends are so easy to meet, how could the ancients say that bosom friends are hard to find in high mountains and flowing waters?"

He sighed: "It is precisely because a confidant is rare, it is worthwhile for me to put in more effort now, my lord."

Bingwen was frightened by him suddenly, and said in a daze: "...Then let me ask you now?"

Xie Zhao waved: "Hurry up, hurry up."

Bingwen prides himself on being somewhat clever.

He knew that if he ran carelessly to ask the people in Cheng Wang's mansion: "Hey, who did your prince invite for his outing?" They would definitely not answer his question, and would think that there was something wrong with his head.

It's better to ask the neighbor directly about this matter.

It's just that if you ask directly, what should you do if someone deliberately refuses the invitation of His Royal Highness Cheng Wang in order not to meet the young master?

Bingwen thought hard, and finally came up with a solution.

So after Xie Zhao, Bingwen also knocked on the door of the house next door.

Qi Lan came to open the door, and recognized that this was Lord Xie's long-term attendant, and asked doubtfully, "Does Lord Xie have anything for you to say?"

Bingwen felt that he couldn't expose his young master's details, so he could only blushed and said, "No... I came to see you on business. My name is Bingwen... can we talk?"

"My name is Qi Lan."

Looking at the strange person in front of him, Qi Lan felt vigilant: He and this Bingwen have never met before, so what is there to talk about?

Bingwen lowered his head to kick the stone under his feet, but was speechless for a while.

Just thinking of the appearance of my son who has been guarding against the wall for many days, he still became cruel, and raised his head to look at Qi Lan: "I... I just want to ask, do you have time in three days? Let's go... let's go ..."

What are you going to do?

Bingwen clenched his fist with his right hand and tapped his palm: "I see! Shall we go to a teahouse to drink tea and get to know each other?"

Bingwen spoke more and more smoothly, and said with a smile: "After all, our young master and your highness will become confidants in the future! Should we also know more about it?"

confidant?

Their highness did not promise to be the confidant of Mr. Xie!

What's more, the two of them are just confidants, why should he get to know each other with this stupid person in front of him?

This is nonsense!

Qi Lan barely suppressed his anger: "Thank you for your kindness, but I will accompany His Highness to the banquet held by His Highness King Cheng in three days, and I have no time to go to the teahouse with you for tea."

He thought in his heart, is this Bingwen trying to set up his son's words so that he can understand His Highness better?

He is not fooled by this!

Qi Lan felt that he had seen through the tricks of Xie Zhao and Bingwen, and was waiting to appreciate Bingwen's embarrassment, but unexpectedly Bingwen was very happy.

He said happily: "No time? What a pity! Then let's find time to get together next time."

After finishing speaking, he said goodbye to him excitedly, and ran back.

Only Qi Lan was left in place watching his back disappear, stunned for a long time.

I couldn't figure it out for a while, so I could only curse bitterly: "I don't know why!"