Chang Huanxi

Shen Yanhuan moved his hands and feet in the dark, the long-term fixed posture made his hands and feet stiff, and it hurts heartache when he moved a little, and the injury on his shoulder had a faint tendency to crack due to the violent pulling.

"I'm sorry, the medicine was a bit strong, and it made you sleep for three days." I didn't expect that there were other people around me, and that person hid himself well in the dark. If he hadn't lit a candle, Shen Yanhuan was really not sure where he was.

"Oh, luckily it's not three years." Shen Yanhuan said.

The man was obviously taken aback for a moment, and asked subconsciously, "What three years?"

...not to tell you.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the man didn't bother him too much, instead he chatted with him with great interest, talking about trivial things like throwing three plates from the teahouse in the north of the city to the guy at the bun shop in the south of the city who rolled the buns and didn't wash his hands. Absolutely, it's as if you haven't spoken for ten years.

"What?!" Shen Yanhuan turned pale with shock, "I will never eat their buns again."

"You kid is really interesting. If Qi Yuan hadn't been one step ahead, I would have wanted to keep you with us." The man seemed helpless. "Are you so sure that I won't kill you?"

"Then you just kill it." Shen Yanhuan didn't care much, lazily changed to a relatively comfortable position and lay back down, the floor was very hard.

But it's not cold. Although it can't be seen clearly, it can be judged by the touch that it must be covered with high-quality warm jade.

This person is either rich or expensive.

Even wealthy families would not use warm jade to pave the floor so extravagantly. It is probably for the sake of recuperating the body of someone who is seriously ill. But the person in front of me does not look like a seriously ill person at all. It's okay to be sick.

"Don't ignore me, talk to me!"

Still talking.Shen Yanhuan rolled her eyes in the darkness.

"By the way, do you believe that you want to know what Qi Yuan was doing during the few days you were missing?"

As if he had finally found a topic that aroused his interest, the man seemed a little excited, and unconsciously changed the tone of his voice that had been imitating Su Lan.

Brother, do you know that you are exposed.

He didn't foolishly remind that person, and asked kindly while maintaining a side-lying posture facing him: "What is he doing?"

I know you are interested in this!The man pretended to be mysterious and hummed for a long time before he said quietly: "Set up a stall for fortune-telling."

Shen Yanhuan: ...

"Do you have anything to say?" The man approached him with a strong desire to chat.

Shen Yanhuan: "I'm a little hungry."

Qi Yuan is not just setting up a stall to tell fortunes, he also helps others write, and by the way, reads letters for those who cannot read.

After finally seeing off the old lady who came to write a letter to her son who traveled far away, in a blink of an eye, she saw Hong Xiao standing aside with her arms folded and looking at him disapprovingly, and Ye Zhan beside him was even more angry.

Hong Xiao said: "Fourth Highness, forgive me, the young master's life and death are uncertain now, we really don't want to look for him?"

Ye Zhan spat, "It's not that his children don't know how to be anxious. If you don't go, you won't go. What are you doing to stop me?"

Qi Yuan plucked his ears in annoyance and said, "I'm in a hurry, my liver is about to burst, should I dig it out and show you? But is it useful to just be in a hurry now? Do you know where to find it?"

Ye Zhan was choked by him for a long time, "I, I, I", and shook his hands violently, turning his head and not looking at him anymore.

"I'm not as stupid as Shen Xiaoyan, I don't see that you have ulterior motives for keeping him by your side."

As he spoke, he took out the wine jug on his waist and took a sip. The strong aroma of the wine spread in all directions, and Hong Xiao silently moved away from him a little.

"He's much smarter than you." Qi Yuan shook his head, and glanced at him with a little disgust.

The woman who had been waiting in front of Qi Yuan's small stall with an umbrella before could not help but covered her lips and let out a chuckle when she heard them quarreling. Seeing a few people staring at her, she was not shy and gave a graceful salute. After coming down, he took out a few pieces of tissue paper from his sleeve, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "Who is this Taoist priest looking for? I don't know if you can tell me, although the little girl Lan Yi has nothing but I saw a lot of people on this street, maybe I can help you.”

Lan Ye?Could it be that the building is full of spring...

Qi Yuan cupped his hands and said: "Thank you for your kindness, Miss, I wonder if Miss has seen this boy before?"

As she spoke, a painting unfolded in front of her. The person in the painting was Shen Yanhuan or someone else, with the same eyebrows and eyes, which showed that the painter was exquisite.

Ye Zhan was startled, who drew this, when did he draw it, how could he have such a thing?

In the ink pavilion separated by many palace walls, Qi Mo sneezed with a sudden trembling of his hands, the ink on the pen tip dripped onto the paper, turning the good ink carp into a little turtle.

"Who is talking about me behind my back?"

A cool hand covered his forehead, Qi Mo hurriedly dropped his pen, "Alan, when did you come back?"

Today Liang Wang personally ordered several painters from the Mo Pavilion to prepare the records for Di Jing's gift. At the moment, Su Lan is still wearing complicated palace clothes, and it seems that he has just entered the house. He tried the paint on Qi Mo's head. After checking the temperature, he found that he didn't have a fever, so he packed himself up.

"Just now, I heard you coughing at the door, are you sick?"

"No, I'm just thinking about what the fourth brother wants the portrait of little Ayan, and I'm lost in thought for a while, it's nothing serious."

Su Lan frowned, it was a bit inexplicable to ask for a portrait for no reason, "I don't know why I have a bad premonition." And his bad premonitions are usually accurate, could it be that something happened to Shen Yanhuan?

Knowing that Su Lan has always been thoughtful, Qi Mo hurriedly pulled him to sit down, "Don't worry, since fourth brother doesn't say anything, he is sure to deal with it."

Su Lan bit her lower lip and nodded slightly, but she couldn't let go, so Qi Mo had no choice but to ask what his father said today in order to divert his attention.

Lan Ye smiled and said, "I can't afford to thank you, it's nothing more than a little effort."

After finishing speaking, he really picked up the portrait and looked at it seriously, and said in surprise with just one glance: "Hey, it's this young master!"

Ye Zhan and Hong Xiao looked at each other, both of them saw surprise in each other's eyes.Unexpectedly, the clues really came to the door by themselves.

Qi Yuan's eyes flashed, but his face didn't show, he asked unhurriedly: "Miss Lan Yi, do you still remember when and where you saw him?"

Lan Ye twisted the handkerchief in her hand, thought carefully for a moment, and then said: "Three nights ago on Shiwu Street, I couldn't be wrong. Presumably the Taoist priest already knew that the slave's house was the girl from the Spring Building. There is a rule, girls like us must go back when we go out, yesterday we walked a little far, and time was a little too late, and we ran into this young man in a hurry. The golden step was shaken off, but the young master picked it up for the servant."

Qi Yuan asked again: "Then do you know where he went after that?"

Lan Ye quickly nodded and said: "I know, he went to the dark alley of Shiwu Street. The slave's family had already walked a few steps away, but seeing that the weather was a bit bad and the young master was alone, I wanted to take the umbrella in my hand. Give it to him, but I don't want to see the young master walk into the dark alley, the dark alley looks really scary, the slaves dare not go forward, so the slaves don't know what happened after that."

Indeed, there were sporadic light rains that night, and the rain washed away the heat of midsummer and brought a hint of coolness belonging to early autumn.

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and look for it!" Ye Zhan left as soon as he said that, but the soft sword in Hong Xiao's hand picked up his collar and grabbed him back.

"Miss Lan Yi has done such a great favor, why do you want to leave without doing business?"

Lan Ye smiled and said: "Where is this? It's not a serious matter. I just asked the Taoist priest to read these letters for me. I'm ashamed to say that my family lives in such an elegant place as Chunyiyinglou, but it's not good. literate."

Qi Yuan finally glanced at the thin sheets of letter paper, and asked her carefully: "Miss Lan Yi, what's written on it are all sad words. If...or don't listen, some things, forever It might make you feel better if you don’t know, but the person who wrote the letter must have known that you couldn’t read it, so he wrote these words on paper instead of telling you personally.”

Staring at the few pieces of paper, Lan Ye kept smiling, her brows and eyes were looking forward, and there seemed to be a pool of spring water in her eyes.She said lightly: "Please read it out, the Taoist priest, I want to hear it."

Seeing her insistence, Qi Yuan couldn't refuse anymore, so he could only read:

[Lan Yi personally said, it has been more than four years since I left Beijing, and when I dreamed back at midnight, I saw Yi's figure standing in front of the door, and her eyebrows and eyes were the same as before when I met each other under the moon.

It's a pity that Xiaosheng can't disobey his parents' orders. He has taken the eldest lady of the Zhou family as his wife.

I must have failed you in this life, and I hope you will find a good relationship as soon as possible.You and I are destined for this. 】

After listening to him, the pool of spring water in Lan Ye's eyes was full of waves, and finally couldn't help rolling down her cheeks.

She wiped it with the handkerchief in her hand, stood up and thanked Qi Yuan: "My family... I know! Thank you, Daoist, please help me throw this letter away. Since no one will come back, leave it here." It's useless!" After that, he turned and left.

After Lan Ye walked away, Ye Zhan asked, "Why did you lie to her?"

What was written on it was clearly full of harsh insults and sarcasm, saying that Lan Yi was born in a poor and humble family, and that they were rich and noble, and that the letter sent by Lan Yi's ghost haunted him. He saw her in his dream and hoped that she would never die Appeared.

Now that man has taken the daughter of a rich and well-matched family, he naturally has nothing to say to Lan Ye.

Qi Yuan didn't bother to pay attention to this emotionless swordsman, he put away his stall and went to Shiwu Street, ignoring Ye Zhan's ghost screaming behind him.

Hong Xiao was annoyed by his noise, so she couldn't help but click on his Ya point, who knew that he couldn't speak, but stopped in front of him and danced, reeking of alcohol.Hong Xiao endured it again and again, and finally hit him on the back of the neck with a palm, threw the fainted person on the ground and ignored him.