In the dead of night, every house was closed, and the candles were all extinguished, but the lights of Tonghetang were lit all night. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Lin Xiuyuan took Liu Zhi and Jing Ran to search around overnight, but found nothing.

She thought of Lin Xiuyuan's anxiety because of her sudden disappearance, so she couldn't sleep. But now that she has made up her mind, she can't turn back, and from then on she and him can only be an old scar in each other's hearts that can't be mentioned. He has the best prescription in the world, and may find a good medicine to heal the pain in his heart, and she, only his voice and smile, let her think about it and tell the sound of the piano.

In the two compartments, the half-round waning moon is sleepless.

On the second day, Xue Zhao got up early, and today promised Nangong Yu to teach him to practice, and she rushed to the east of the city from the west of the city earlier. After some breakfast, Xue Zhao went out.

It was already cold, and the snow shone on his tight clothes and quickened his pace. She thought to herself, I don't know if the winter clothes I made for the guys in Tonghetang last time are ready, so I should take them quickly and send them to everyone.

Thinking of this, she suddenly smiled dumbly, now she has nothing to do with Tong Hetang, but for some reason she still habitually misses everyone there. I don't know if anyone there will miss her if she leaves, at least buddy Xiaowu will remember.

She sighed softly, and when she was about to get to the vicinity of Tonghetang, she specially picked up a remote side street to bypass in order to avoid the people there.

When she reached an intersection, she inadvertently turned her head and suddenly found two figures sneaking around there, talking to each other. Xue Zhao wanted to walk quickly, but she felt that the back of one of them was very familiar, so she quickly dodged and hid behind the wall, leaning out half of her head to look in.

The person with his back to her was Steward Liu, and the other person facing her she also recognized was Yang Laoqi, who often came to Tonghetang to deliver medicinal herbs. This Yang Laoqi is a big family who sends medicinal materials to Tonghetang, and his medicinal materials are not all collected by himself, most of them are collected from some farmers who collect medicine at low prices from the streets and alleys.

When Xue Zhao was in Tonghetang, he often found that the amount of medicinal materials sent by Yang Laoqi was insufficient or adulterated, but this Yang Laoqi looked more honest, and every time he was found by Xue Zhao, he always looked like he was deceived because of his poor eyesight for identifying medicinal materials, beating his chest in front of Xue Zhao, a handful of snot and tears, crying about the hardships of their family.

Xue Zhao is soft-hearted, he believes him every time, and carefully tells him how to distinguish the next time he collects medicinal materials, he always thanks Xue Zhao a thousand times, and the next time he receives less fake medicine. Due to Xue Zhao's prudence and seriousness, the number of adulteration of Tonghetang medicinal materials gradually decreased during this period.

At this moment, this Yang Laoqi was privately connecting with Steward Liu, and they were nervously discussing what deal at a glance. Seeing Yang Laoqi's face embarrassed, he stretched out three fingers, Steward Liu shook his head, broke out his other two fingers, and turned them into five, and then touched the mole on his chin in his hand, and a wicked smile that was bound to appear on his face, waiting for Yang Laoqi's reaction.

Yang Laoqi swallowed a mouthful of saliva, frowned, nodded with great difficulty, took out a silver ingot from his arms, put it in Steward Liu's hand, and let out a sigh of unwillingness.

Steward Liu triumphantly took the silver money in his hand, weighed it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He patted Yang Laoqi on the shoulder, turned around and walked in the direction of Xuezhao.

Xue Zhao was taken aback, turned around and flashed behind the bamboo basket in front of a shop behind her, and only when Steward Liu's figure was far away did she dare to come out slowly and walk forward quickly.

The more Xue Zhao thought about it, the more shocked he became, it turned out that this Liu steward had secretly colluded with the person who sent the medicinal herbs, filled his own pockets, and mixed the fake medicine into Tonghetang. Eighty percent of the adulteration of medicinal materials discovered by Renshouchuan before was related to him.

During the time when Xue Zhao was here, he had no choice but to do it, and his daughter Liu Xiaozhen instigated it, and his father and daughter probably hated her to the core. No wonder Liu Xiaozhen went against her at every turn, it turned out that in addition to Lin Xiuyuan, she blocked the way of his father and daughter to make money.

She was anxious and wanted to tell Lin Xiuyuan about this as soon as possible, but she couldn't see him now, so she had to find a way to remind him. It was for the sake of Tonghetang and the people that she sacrificed her and his happiness and left him in pain, and at this moment she couldn't see Tonghetang's reputation in dust.

In a blink of an eye, she had arrived at the door of Nangong Mansion, and the little maid on the corner gate saw that it was her, so she went in and called the servant woman and invited Xue Zhao in.

The courtyard where Nangong Yu lives is behind the old lady's courtyard, and there are special maids to serve them. When Xue Zhao followed the servant woman into the door, Nangong Yu was already looking forward to it, and when he saw Xue Zhao coming, he happily stepped forward and grabbed Xue Zhao's arm, let her sit on the seat next to his piano table, and hurriedly instructed the maids to prepare fruits and snacks, and set a small table full.

Xue Zhao was about to start teaching the piano, but Nangong Yu looked at her face carefully, and Xue Zhao asked with some confusion, "Young Master Yu, what's wrong?" What are you looking at? ”

Nangong Yu's face was full of concern, and he asked softly, "Sister Yu, have you encountered anything sad?" Why are your eyes red, as if you have cried? ”

Xue Zhao quickly lowered his head and covered up, "Yu Gongzi laughed, I think it was because I didn't sleep well yesterday." Let's start practicing. Saying that, she began to practice the music score, and Nangong Yu stopped asking.

After an hour, Nangong Yu and Xue Zhao came out of the house, and the old lady and the servant Huixiang stood in the courtyard waiting for them. Seeing them come out, he stepped forward and said with a smile, "Young Master Yu, the old lady invites Miss Yu to sit in the front yard and talk about some family life." ”

Xue glanced at Nangong Yu and said, "Young Master Yu, I'll go to the old lady to say hello." ”

Nangong Yu saw that the old lady only invited Xue Zhao alone, so she nodded and said, "When you come out, I'll send you back." ”

Xue Zhao nodded, and followed Hui Xiang to the old lady's room. The old lady looked very good, smiled and asked Xue Zhao to sit down, chatted about the recent situation, and asked, "Miss Yu, the old body is very close to you, but I don't know where Miss Yu's family lives, and her parents are healthy?" ”

Xue Zhao lowered her head and said, "My father and family have passed away. ”

The old lady nodded, looked sad, and said, "You are also a poor child. I see that you are very familiar, and you are very similar to a person I knew before, I wonder if the girl can tell the name of the old body? ”

Xue Zhao said, "Xue Zhao's mother, a single name is a static character. ”

The old lady's face turned pale when she heard this, and her fingers holding the teacup trembled slightly, and she said after a while, "When did she die?" ”

"It's been 10 years since then."

The old lady said with obvious nervousness and anxiety, and asked, "Miss Yu, is Lingtang's honorific name Qingyuan?" ”

Xue Zhao looked up at her in surprise and asked, "How does the old lady know my father's name?" ”

Tears flowed from the corners of the old lady's eyes, and as soon as she grabbed Xue Zhao's hand, she whimpered, "My poor child, poor Jing'er! ”