Brow of a Thousand Calamities Chapter 25: Yunshenzhidao04

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Luoyang.

Xingyang Bookstore.

The one was holding Fengfeng and basking in the sun outside the bookstore door. Fengfeng's fair cheeks were rosy and she was very content sleeping in the sun. The one was gently patting her and sitting in front of the door looking into the distance. Her life was easy and calm, but her heart was not at peace. The world was in turmoil. Tang Lici, Liu Yan, Xiao Fu, Miss Hong... were all people she cared about. Her own safety had nothing to do with it. Is it a matter of urgency to leave, or is it an act of extreme selfishness?

"Uh-huh...oooo..." Fengfeng turned over in her arms, suddenly opened her eyes and sat up, lying on her shoulder and looking back. She gently touched Fengfeng's soft hair, and when she looked back, she saw a carriage speeding past the market, heading far away to the direction of the abbot's mansion.

There have been a lot of people walking between Bianjing and Luoyang recently. Although she didn't pay attention deliberately, she still noticed many abnormalities. This was already the third carriage heading towards the Guozhang's Mansion. The person sitting in the car was Who is it?

"Girl, buy a book." Someone yelled in front of the door. She turned around and took a copy of "I Ching" from the bookshelf for the guest. The guest who bought the book in front of the bookstore was handsome, well-dressed, and his waist There was a long sword hanging on it, and he looked like a martial artist. The man couldn't help but look twice and smiled slightly, "Sir, are you a foreigner?" The guest with the sword said with a smile, "My surname is Yang, my name is Yang Guihua, I come from Huashan, what do I call the girl?" The man said, "Little The woman has no name, so just call me Sir. There have been more people from outside Luoyang recently, and the business in the bookstore is better than usual." Yang Guihua picked up the "Book of Changes" and read it, "This is the best book I have ever seen. Yes, that girl is attentive. There are indeed more outsiders visiting Luoyang recently. I wonder if she has paid attention to where most of them have gone?"

The man's eyes were clear, "It seems they all went to East Street." Yang Guihua cupped his hands, "Thank you, miss." After saying that, he gently placed a piece of silver in front of the stage, hung up his sword and left. She stared at Yang Guihua's back. She wanted to ask the sword-wearing man what was going to happen between Luoyang and Bianjing. Unexpectedly, this man also came to inquire about news. A feeling of worry surged in her heart, and she turned to the person on the desk. silver.

The price for an ingot of silver was not something ordinary passers-by could pay for. She turned over the ingot and saw a clear seal underneath. This was official silver. The man just now was not from the world, but from the government. Why does a man in the government dress up like a traveling scholar? Is his spending of official silver an implicit demonstration?

Something must have happened. She stood up with Fengfeng in her arms, pondered for a long time, and walked slowly towards East Street.

Guozhang's Mansion.

A carriage came quickly and stopped in front of the magnificent Guozhang's Mansion. A person lifted the curtain and stepped down. His snow-white moiré embroidered shoes stepped on the ground. The shoes were new. Stepping on the ground made the ground more gray and unclean. . The red-clothed servant guarding the door was stunned when he saw the man, and shouted, "Master!" The man who got off the carriage was dressed in white and had silver hair. It was Tang Lici. The servant in red threw away the broom in his hand, turned around and rushed into the house, "Master! Master! The young master is back! He's back, he's back, it's so exciting! Come out and see!"

There was an uproar in the mansion, and Tang Weiqian ran out with a group of servants in the mansion. When he saw Tang Lici standing in the courtyard, Tang Weiqian yelled, "You still know you want to come back? Didn't I hear that you were dead? Why are you still alive? I'll beat you, the fox monster, who is running around without even sending any news to your home!" He raised his hand and said, "I'll beat you to death! How many times can you come back to life? Where have you been for the past six months? Do you still have this home in your eyes? "Huh?" Tang Weiqian's attitude was respectful, and she let Tang Weiqian beat her with her fists until he was tired and stopped breathing. Xi Xi's adoptive father raised his sleeves slightly to the people watching, "Everyone, please." When the servants saw Tang Lizi coming back, they didn't dare to say a word and hurriedly stepped back, letting Tang Lizi help Tang Weiqian back to the living room.

"Where did you go?" Tang Weiqian sat down in the living room, took a cup of tea from Tang Lici, took a sip, and calmed down slightly, "I haven't heard from you for more than half a year, and there is still someone there. To say that you are dead is so... so ridiculous! Have you ever thought about your identity? Have you ever thought about how others will view me and my concubine if you are acting recklessly and squandering money? You're not a child anymore. You've been wandering around all day long. Besides making money, what else can you do?" Tang Lici responded, caressing Tang Weiqian's back and said softly, "Father, don't worry too much, my dear. It's fine outside." Tang Weiqian was furious, "Who is worried about you? Aren't you dead? Why aren't you dead?" He pointed at Tang Lizi's nose and slammed his sleeve. "Come see me again when you're dead!" After saying that, he slapped the case and left without looking back. Tang Lici picked up her tea on the table, took a sip, gently put the clasp of the teacup back, and looked at the ground, feeling at ease.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy timidly approached Tang Lizi, "Young... Young Master..." Tang Lizi turned around and smiled gently, "Yuan'er." The boy nodded, " Young Master..." Tang Lici pulled him close to her and touched his head, just like he often stroked Fengfeng's head. "What's the matter?" Yuan'er's eyes suddenly turned red, "Master... Master scolded me. Tang Lici patted his head, "Master scolds me from time to time, it's okay. He scolds you because he cares about you." Yuan'er nodded and choked, "Yuan'er understands, but... but Master." You are scolding me because you are not allowed to send news to the young master... The master is very ill. The doctor said he only has... more than half a year to live." Tang Lici was slightly shocked, "What's the disease?" Yuan'er pointed out. Touching his chest, "Master has a tumor on his chest and it hurts all the time." Tang Lici hugged him over and patted his back, "Good boy, you really want to tell me this, don't be afraid, it's okay. Yuan'er's eyes were full of tears, "Master, will you cure me?" Tang Lici smiled slightly, "Of course, don't be afraid, just do whatever you have to do." Yuan'er responded, ran out for two steps, and then turned around. , "Young Master..." Tang Lici picked up the tea bowl, and her white jade-like fingers lightly touched the porcelain surface painted with blue pines and cypresses, "What's the matter?" Yuan'er hesitated for a moment, "I heard that Concubine is also sick... Tang Lizi frowned slightly, "I understand." Yuan'er stepped back, took a sip of tea and sighed softly.