Knowing that he would be sent back to Longxi by his father's most silent lieutenant, Zhuang Cheng knew that he could not stay in Yuanqing Town. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info he asked his eldest brother Zhuang Yu to help him into the carriage, and circled around Yuanqing Town with a posture that was too weak to ride a horse.

For as long as he can remember, his father has lived with his family in this border town. The harsh climate and remote terrain made my mother occasionally reveal a sense of disgust. But Zhuang Cheng knew that whether it was the eldest brother or the father, he was not only helpless but also relieved by the holy will of being stationed in Yuanqing Town.

This is a small town far away from the imperial court and not taken seriously. can become a resident here, although the career is slim, but it saves the lives of the whole family.

Zhuang Cheng knew that his father, who had served as the right guard under the abolished prince, was jealous of the new emperor just because of his official position. The new emperor who stepped on the body of the abolished prince and ascended the throne, and the dragon robe began to deal with all the officials who had worked for the abolished prince.

What Zhuang Cheng didn't know was what method his father used, not only to escape the suppression of the new emperor, but also to get an order to ascend and descend.

Now, the life of not seeing the opportunity for promotion for more than ten years is about to end with the rebellion of Dingnan Gong. Both father and eldest brother can take advantage of the situation to go to the power center of Dawu, but Zhuang Cheng is not happy.

For Yuan Qingzhen, he has feelings. All the memories of Zhuang Shuo are also in Yuanqing Town. Even Zhuang Shuo's only hope of coming back seems to be able to wait only with the help of Yuan Qingzhen.

This border town, which is called "barren land" by the Great Wu people, has no ability to stay. In addition to sighing, Zhuang Cheng also wanted to find a way by traveling through the old scenes.

Through the small windows of the car, he greedily surveyed every scene, familiar and unfamiliar. The loess flying streets, the closed horse market, the loess bricks and tiles of the houses, he also deliberately went to the door of the small shop where Zhuang Shuo stayed for the only time. The shop that specializes in selling new gadgets from the capital and foreign countries is still there, which also makes him think: if the woman who crossed the Great Wall to go to Waiyi is really Shuo'er, what should I do?

After returning home, Zhuang Cheng took the tonic soup handed by his mother without saying a word. Zhuang Cheng, who took the initiative to eat without hard persuasion, made Guo Yingying burst into tears with laughter, and also made Zhuang Wangshu breathe a sigh of relief. When all the garrisons left their small courtyards, Zhuang Cheng first went to the side hall where the gentlemen taught him. Knowing that all the gentlemen had left first, he didn't panic, and in the empty side hall, he read the Taizu record for an afternoon, and then called the little maid to grind the ink.

He wrote several letters to various colleges. A few years ago, with the encouragement of his husband, Zhuang Cheng had a correspondence with the learned people of the college, which Zhuang Wangshu and Guo Yingying would not be interested in reading. Because of this, he was able to beg with confidence and sincerity in his letter to Yulin Academy. Begging the people who were hiding in the shadows to pay attention to Zhuang Shuo not to miss any opportunity, begging the other party to send someone to Waiyi to investigate.

Will they go? Zhuang Cheng was not sure. He could only rely on the experience of living in the border towns for more than ten years, and told in detail in the letter the methods of secret trade with the foreign nobles, hoping that the monetary benefits would make the hearts of those hiding behind the scenes move.

The night before leaving Yuanqing Town, he went to Zhuang Shuo's courtyard again, and only asked the little maid who had been promoted a few years ago to accompany him.

Out of the courtyard gate, around a small garden full of sea buckthorn, and then through the mother specially asked people to pile up on the rockery, you can see the courtyard gate of Miss Zhuang. The gate of the courtyard, where servants should have been shuttling non-stop, was closed, and two white notes were pasted. Not only was the untended courtyard covered with a layer of gray dust, but the two white lanterns hanging from the door were also broken with several holes.

The entire courtyard was dead, and Zhuang Cheng knew that such a courtyard represented ominous in the eyes of his subordinates. But no one wants to approach the courtyard, but he longs to live until he dies. He remembers how noisy it used to be, attracting the attention of all the Zhuang family. He also remembers how happy he was every time he stood in front of the courtyard gate.

Tearing off the note with his own hands, Zhuang Cheng pushed open the door.

The wooden door, which had not been opened for a long time, made a sharp sound, and the little man holding the lantern behind him couldn't help but tremble. Zhuang Cheng ignored it, and strode towards the dark mansion in the faint light that began to shake. When he entered the main hall, he did not stop, and entered the warm pavilion where he had been smiling for many years. By the subtle candlelight that came in later, he saw that the deserted bedroom still maintained the appearance of Zhuang Shuo leaving.

Touch everything you know with your hand. Everywhere your fingers go, they leave marks on the dust there. Finally, he sat down on the couch covered with soft futon, feeling like he was back in the moment when Zhuang Shuo was still there. The nominal fetal sister, the girl who made him want to stay with him for the rest of his life, broke in, tilted her head and pouted and complained to the nurse next to her: "My brother came to occupy my bed again." ”

The next moment, the girl's whining was replaced by joy. She would sit beside her with a smile, grab Zhuang Cheng's hand and say, "I secretly helped you taste my brother's medicine." Not very bitter. ”

Thinking of this, Zhuang Cheng couldn't help laughing. After the laughter, the scene in memory disappeared, leaving only the cold and dark warm pavilion. Under the faint light, Zhuang Cheng turned his head to look at the empty bed behind him.

"Have you seen Miss?" He asked the little man standing quietly by the door, "If you see her, will you still recognize her?" ”

"Miss is such a peugeot person, you will never forget it. Naturally recognized. The little maid who doesn't often move in the backyard secretly glanced at Zhuang Cheng, and reminded in a low voice: "Second master, Miss she is no longer there......"

No. As long as I believe that she has always been there, Shuo'er will wait for me to marry her.

Zhuang Cheng didn't say this sentence in his heart, but explained to the little servant: "The dealer is going to leave in a few days, and you can also let us go to Beijing or Longxi." But there's something I want you to do here, I wonder if you can stay here? ”

"What are you talking about, young master?" The little servant knelt on the ground and said with sincere fear, "If there is anything, just tell the little one to do it." Not to mention staying here, it is to stay for a lifetime, as long as it is to contribute to the second master, the small ones are also happy. ”

"Then I'm not going to be polite to you." got up and helped the little servant, Zhuang Cheng said with a stern expression: "Go to the gatehouse and pay attention to all the people who inquire about the dealer." If you can find out their background or whereabouts, send a letter to Longxi. ”

"Don't worry, the little one will do things well."

After being able to answer this sentence, Zhuang Cheng felt a little guilty and said, "Thank you." I don't know when I'll get you back to the dealer......"

"Isn't it in the dealer to do things for the banker's son? But I didn't serve by Childe's side. The boy who was the same age as Zhuang Cheng blinked, and there was no complaint: "When does the son need the little one, write again and ask the little one to go back." ”