91 Whiteheads
At dawn overnight, the double red lacquered doors of the White Mansion of Qingzhou Mansion opened heavily.
Opened earlier than the gate was the back door of the backyard, and the farmer of the Grange drove the ox cart through the frost to bring the new shovel of vegetables and vegetables from the greenhouse, and the ox cart entered and exited through the back door.
The well-dressed maid came in and out through the corner gate next to the gate.
In the largest bedroom in the back house, Lao Yun refolded the disassembled quilts, stacked them, and then swept the kang noodles covered with sheepskin mattresses. In fact, last night, these bedding were just empty overnight, and the old man didn't sleep on the kang at all, and at this moment he was stuck on the Taishi chair, covered with a fine super-fine tire wool carpet produced by Lingzhou Mansion.
The Taishi chair was hard, and the old man was napping on it, and it must have been very uncomfortable to sit on, especially the thigh bone he had suffered from a knife wound, which could easily cause pain, and Lao Yun hugged a soft pillow and tried to put him under his thigh.
Suddenly, the old man woke up, and his suddenly opened eyes were densely covered with bloodshots.
"Old Yun, you have to go. β
After a sleepless night, his voice was noticeably low and hoarse.
Lao Yun gently took a cup of freshly brewed tea, still looking wilted and sluggish, "Master, your morning tea." β
Bai Feng didn't take the tea, and held the pair of old hands holding the tea cup tightly with both hands.
Bai Feng's hands have shown an old state in recent years, looking green and mob, and the bones are thick.
The hand of Lao Yun in front of him was even older, completely an old man's hand, and the back of the hand was full of large old age spots.
"Sue me, you're okay, aren't you?" Bai Feng seemed to be pleading.
Lao Yun slowly tried to pull out his hand, but through the teacup, he couldn't pull it out.
Bai Feng suddenly raised his eyebrows, his hands slowly strengthened, the tea cup slanted, and the hot green tea soup poured out, flowing sideways between the four hands.
A middle-aged woman pushes the door in, broom in hand. She was the servant woman who was responsible for cleaning the old man's bedroom, the old man was simple and eccentric, and his diet and daily life were only taken care of by an old and decrepit old servant. Never let ordinary people replace it, except for the rough work of sprinkling and sweeping.
As soon as the woman entered the door, she was dumbfounded, did not dare to move, did not dare to make a sound, and looked curiously.
What's wrong with the old man and the old cloud? How did they shake hands? They still look like children. If you hold it, you won't lose it, and it's through a tea cup to shake hands, squeezing the tea cup crookedly, as if the tea cup is under heavy and huge pressure, it finally can't stand the pressure, slowly draining the tea, slowly crushing, and the broken magnetic slag brushes and pulls down like rain.
The servant's mouth was bigger than an egg.
Suddenly, there was a bang, and the four old hands separated. The last remaining base of the teacup fell to the ground, and the porcelain pieces splashed.
The servant woman's legs suddenly became very weak, and she wanted to hurry away, but she couldn't walk, so she leaned softly against the door.
"Haha, hahahaha-" The old man looked back and laughed.
"Hahaha, haha, didn't disappoint the master, right?" Lao Yun also smiled and asked the master with a smile.
The servant couldn't believe her eyes, and the old man just laughed. Lao Yun is a person who is always silent and unsmiling.
This servant woman is an old man who has been in the mansion for some years, and she seems to have never seen this old Yun smile over the years, and that old face is always tightly wrinkled, with a sad face. It was as if the whole world owed him eight hundred hangings.
Such a person can actually laugh? And laugh so crisply, so heartily, so loudly, and actually laugh with the master?
What's going on?
"I can rest assured, you can leave after breakfast. β
Bai Feng slowly moved his steps and said.
Lao Yun lowered his head in contemplation, waiting to lift up. has already restored the appearance of the wilted old man.
He nodded slowly, "Okay." β
Bai Yulin hurried over as soon as he finished freshening up.
As soon as he entered the door, he was stunned, Lao Yun was combing his father's hair, the wolf hair hat that was habitually buckled on his head was removed and hemmed aside, and he didn't see it all night, his father's gray hair was all white, white, and there was not even a single green silk left.
"Ah, Daddy, is this? Didn't you sleep all night? What can you do with your son?" Bai Yulin muttered.
In the carved mirror on the desktop, a snow-white head was reflected, Bai Feng raised his hand to caress it, dark and solemn, "Wu Zixu passed Shaoguan, and his head was white overnight, I didn't expect that my Bai Feng was getting old, and his mind was as narrow and narrow as Wu Zixu, he was really oldβ"
Lao Yun was silent, and the oily teeth of the wooden comb slowly grateled a large handful of snow white in the palm of his hand.
"Daddy-" Bai Yulin called tentatively, last night Mrs. tried her best to cry all night, and he also tried his best to coax her to sleep for a while, and she got up early in the morning and cried and urged him to come to his father to ask for advice.
He is a person who has no opinion when it comes to things, and such a major event can only be arranged by his father.
"What else can I do? Report to the official, after the meal, you go to the Qingzhou Mansion to report in person, take my name card and handwritten letter, and the little nine sons also bring it, he is the only one who witnessed it. Old Man Bai explained slowly.
Bai Yulin peeked at the table, and sure enough, a sealed letter was placed there, and the old man's name on the cover was impressive.
A heart finally landed, Bai Yulin suddenly showed a relaxed smile, he had long known that his father would have a way, and sure enough.
He hurried back to report to his wife.
The servant woman finished sweeping the ground, walked out of the high threshold with a pile of porcelain, and stood in the courtyard She suddenly fell into a trance, just as Lao Yun came out to serve breakfast for the old man, a green wood dinner plate was between his hands, as if it was extremely heavy, he was very difficult to hold, and a little more emphasis would crush his thin body. If it weren't for the porcelain piece in front of her, she really had to wonder if she was dazzled just now, this old cloud really smiled like that?
Bai Feng chews wax and eats a fine breakfast, usually he has a good appetite, everything he eats is very sweet, and he often praises the good skills of the chef in the small kitchen, today he looked at a table of side dishes, dim sum, porridge, egg cakes, and the wrinkles in the center of his eyebrows are as deep as a knife, "You have also seen his appearance, where is the appearance of growing up? He is still very naΓ―ve! Such an unworthy descendant, how can I rest assured that I can close my eyes and go west, and how can I hand over such a big family to him?"
Lao Yun drank the porridge silently, and slowly spit out a sentence that had nothing to do with the conversation in front of him, "Brother Qi, you are a good boy." β
Bai Feng smiled, with a look of love and relief, "Fortunately, there is Brother Qi, okay, that's good!"
A few little girls waiting at the door to pick up the plate and withdraw the remnants of the table looked at each other suspiciously, what was the old man in the house talking about, why were they confused? Are you talking about Gongzi? Didn't there be bad news last night, saying that Gongzi met a gangster on the way to Lingzhou Mansion and was kidnapped, only Xiao Jiuzi himself desperately escaped back to report the news, so they didn't sleep well last night, who was secretly thinking about Gongzi in their hearts, why did the old man and Lao Yun talk about Gongzi but they are still so happy? The prince is in such a dangerous situation, can they laugh? Could it be that they have seen it wrong? The prince is handsome and chic, with a peaceful and joyful personality, who doesn't like it up and down the house, especially the best people in their hearts. Whenever he goes out and is in the outer house, who can't help but secretly miss it.
After the meal, Bai Yulin drove out.
This is a matter of the safety of the Bai family's grandchildren, so the family sent each other, and the lady told and advised, and I hated to follow in person.
Bai Feng stood at his door and watched his son leave.
When the whole government pinned their hopes on the road of reporting to the official, Bai Feng put a bronze short sword hidden in the scabbard of the deerskin sword into the palm of Lao Yun's hand, "Go, I'll wait for your good news." β
Lao Yun was not verbose, he hid the sword in his sleeve, and the butler had already prepared the carriage, but Lao Yun did not bring any entourage, and went out alone.
No one in the mansion paid attention to it, let alone knew what this old man's going out alone meant to the Bai family. (To be continued.) )