Tao Wenjuan, who was busy in the kitchen, didn't know anything about what was happening in the study. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The kitchen was so small that it was just big enough for a man to turn around, except for the stove and a small kitchen stand.

Tao Wenjuan rummaged through the small shelf for a while, found a clean white cloth towel, took it in his hand and returned to the study, but saw that Yang Congshen had left the place where he was standing, and was squatting on the ground to pick up broken porcelain. ”

"Yang Lang is too outward. Tao Wenjuan shook her head and said, put the cloth towel on the desk, and saw that his hands were full of tea, and his robe was also wet. ”

Yang Congshen seemed to realize that he was just doing this to make a mess for others, so he got up with a red face and picked up the cloth towel on the case.

Seeing this, Tao Wenjuan withdrew from the house again and stood under the porch to wait.

A foreign man is wiping clothes in the study, even if she is a Shu girl, it is not good to stay in the room and watch, it is too unruly.

Fortunately, Yang Congshen moved quickly, and it didn't take long for his footsteps to sound, but the sound came towards the door of the house.

Tao Wenjuan turned around, facing the door of the house, and saw Yang coming out of the house, the water stains on the robe had been wiped dry, and the red cloud on his face had finally faded, and he had returned to his previous indifference.

"Today's servant is really rude, I hope the girl will not mind. He waved his hand solemnly at Tao Wenjuan, and when he straightened up, a trace of embarrassment quickly crossed his eyes.

Tao Wenjuan didn't know, and bent down and said: "It's because I don't treat the guests well, and Yang Lang doesn't care." ”

Yang Congshen sideways avoided her salute, coughed, and said, "I have already sent the things, so I will leave." When the gentleman came back, he asked the girl to tell me. ”

"That's right. Tao Wenjuan replied with a graceful gesture, and said respectfully: "Please also ask Yang Lang to tell the Qin family Erlang, and say that I have thanked you here on behalf of the family." ”

Yang Congshen nodded, stopped talking, took a corner of the robe and swung around the flower curtain, and went out.

Tao Wenjuan watched him walk down the stairs, walked straight out of the street, closed the courtyard door, and returned to the study.

The study was a mess, Tao Wenjuan untied the fence, first took out a towel and wiped the sweat on her head, then took a cloth towel to wipe the table, and found a broom, swept away the broken porcelain on the ground, and then took a breath.

Thinking of Yang Congshen's embarrassed appearance, which was very different from the past, she smiled a little, sat down and rested for a while, and saw that the cloth towel was still a little wet, so she simply took it to the kitchen to wash it and wring it out, and then returned to the study, and wiped it on the windowsill bookshelf and other places.

When she reached the second layer of the bookshelf, her movements were abrupt, and then she let out a soft "huh".

There seems to be something wrong with the books on this floor.

She put down the cloth towel in her hand, pulled out one of the copies of "Dropout Records", and opened it to take a closer look.

This book was copied on thin white cotton paper, which was very easy to curl. She remembered clearly that when she cleaned up the study at the beginning of the day, she deliberately spread out every page of the book smoothly before putting it on the shelf with her own hands. But at this moment, the footer of two pages of this book is rolled, which is really strange.

She carefully smoothed the corners of the curls as she pondered in her mind. At this time, I heard a knock on the door again, and Tao Ruohui's voice then sounded: "Daughter, my father is back, open the door." ”

She hurriedly put the book back in the shelf, then went to the front to open the door and welcomed Tao Ruohui in.

When she opened the door, she caught a glimpse of a green shadow flashing at the corner of the street, which was the green car of the Xue family.

It seems that Xue Jialangjun used this car to send Tao Ruohui back.

After a glance, Tao Wenjuan didn't think much about it, closed the door, and went back to the house with Tao Ruohui.

At this time, Xue Yunyan, who was sitting in the car, was looking at a letter in his hand with his eyes down, slightly distracted.

It was a very ordinary letter, the envelope was the most common cocoon paper, the sealing wax was also the most common vermilion wax, and the four words "Xue Zhong Chengqi" on the envelope were also so dull that people didn't want to look at it at all.

But on the contrary, when he saw this letter, his mood actually had a rare fluctuation.

He would not fail to remember what kind of surprises and encounters such an inconspicuous letter had brought him in the previous two months, and even opened the prosperity of Da Chen on the surface for him, allowing him to smell the strange atmosphere hidden in the depths of the surface.

For those who are in the court, it is almost conceivable what these slight abnormalities represent.

The changes under Da Chen's calm appearance have actually existed for a long time, and the funny thing is that if it weren't for this "empty valley foot sound" that came from outside, even he would have always thought that although Chen Guo had a deep scabies, it was not fatal.

Xue Yunyan's lips gradually spread into a faint smile.

Thinking about it at this time, he is really a little self-righteous. What was thought to be a solid foundation could not withstand shaking at all. And all this was only made aware of it by the few gifts of the elder of Donglingye.

He closed his eyes slightly, carefully reviewing the events that happened on the whole line from Dadu to Shangjing, and then from Shangjing to Qingzhou, and he already had a clear vein in his heart.

When he had thought of this, he opened his eyes again, took out a cutter from the bookcase beside him, picked out the sealing wax, and took out the letterhead.

It was the most common thin cocoon paper on the market, and when the paper was unfolded, there was a slight sound, Xue Yunyan lowered his eyes to read the letter, and under the straight bridge of his nose, his thin lips were pursed very tightly, which made his whole face have a sense of solemnity, and with his calm eyebrows and eyes, there was a daunting taste.

Soon, however, the cold look faded from his face.

He folded the letter into his sleeve indifferently, and after contemplating it for a while, he raised his hand and knocked on the wall of the car, and then picked out a piece of plain paper from the bookcase beside him, spread it out on his lap, picked out a tube of wolf's hair, dipped some ink into the thin-necked bottle, and began to write on the paper.

The carriage slowly stopped, the curtain opened, and a capable man in a strong suit stood in front of the curtain, and said with his hands forked: "What do you command?"

Xue Yunyan had already put away the pen at this time, spread the paper aside to dry, and said lightly: "You can hand over this letter to Mr. Bai in a while, and tell him that without further ado, arrange it as soon as possible." Besides, you arrange a few people to keep an eye on the old Tao's father and daughter, usually mainly guards, if there is anything abnormal, report it immediately. ”

"Yes, Zhongcheng. The guard responded neatly, and Xue Yunyan folded the paper a few times, handed it to him, and said, "It's not as good here as going to Beijing, and you will bring more people when you send the letter." ”

The guard bowed and retreated, and in a few moments there was a sound of horses' hooves outside the car, and they faded away, and soon disappeared into the twilight streets.

Xue Yunyan knocked on the wall of the carriage a few more times, and the carriage started moving again.

In the thick twilight, this simple Qinghu car lit up the wind lights, like countless carriages walking on Hehui Street, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

In the whole city of Qingzhou, in this midsummer dusk when the night is slowly falling, the vehicles and pedestrians walking in the streets and alleys are also as usual. The sound of silk and bamboo from a distance is still in a tactful and leisurely attitude, welcoming this ordinary day, unaware of the coming wind and rain and turmoil......