When Zhiqiu woke up, he found that there was no one around, only a light at the entrance of the restaurant.

He scratched his head, he seemed a little dizzy, but since taking the medicine of the young man in the drugstore, he has improved slightly, but after drinking some wine, his head is still a little dizzy, and his eyes are always blurry.

Zhiqiu couldn't care so much, he slowly got up on the table, and staggered towards the door, he was also a little strange, why he drank a big bowl of wine, and he was so drunk.

It's just that when he thinks of that night of drinking, his head doesn't seem to hurt so much.

Some of the drinks are not very intoxicating, but when you drink, some special scenes come to mind.

Soldiers drink to think of their dead compatriots, and scholars drink to think of heroic poems.

And the teenager drank and thought about spring.

"Mo is a young man, full of romance. Zhiqiu casually whispered and went out.

Tea is also intoxicating, why do you need wine, why do I need flowers, wine is not intoxicating, flowers are not charming, people are fascinated.

Wine is not intoxicating.

Zhiqiu walked out of the restaurant, and by the moonlight, he slowly walked towards the small bookstore.

When he walked to the small bookstore, he happened to find that the eldest lady was about to pack up and go home.

Yan Yu'an saw Zhiqiu's walking pace, and looked disgusted, at first glance, it was this stupid boy who was addicted to alcohol, and he drank a lot tonight. The eldest lady originally wanted to close the door of the small bookstore and go to the backyard to get a good night's sleep, but when she met this unconscious Zhiqiu, she had to set up the chair again, sit down and make a pot of tea for him to wake up.

"Yo, Xiao Zhiqiu, which restaurant did you go to?" Yan Yu'an looked at Zhiqiu with a "smile" while making tea.

Zhiqiu smiled, didn't speak, and sat on the chair with his ass.

"Miss, I'm a little tired, let's rest first. After Zhiqiu finished speaking, he lay on the chair with his eyes half-closed.

Yan Yu'an seemed to smell the wine on Zhiqiu's body a little pungent, she went back to the house and took a hand towel, put some water on it, and handed it to Zhiqiu's side. As a result, the latter opened his eyes, waved his hand, and said with a smile that he didn't need to.

Yan Yu'an was not angry, put away the handkerchief, and put it in his pocket.

The girl was making tea under the moon, and the boy was lying on a chair.

The two were silent, and Zhiqiu did not answer Yan Yu'an's question.

It doesn't matter which restaurant it is.

It is enough that the wine is good wine.

After a while, a teenager fell asleep in a chair and snored.

Yan Yu'an first snorted coldly, and then sighed. Even though it was a summer night, the eldest lady was afraid that when the evening breeze rose, the young man in the chair would catch a cold.

So she took small steps to the backyard to get a quilt, and then gently covered Zhiqiu.

The cicadas still chirped unhurriedly, and the moonlight sprinkled impartially on the ginkgo trees in the courtyard.

The girl took a gentle sip of tea, then put the bowl down. With the breeze, she slowly closed her eyes as well.

Serenity, tranquility, noisy, peaceful.

Zhiqiu turned over this night and muttered about bringing wine.

The second prince got up early today and was dressed neatly, but it was still the same cloth clothes. He walked out of the door of the restaurant quickly, and after taking the first step out of the threshold, Li Chengde turned his head suddenly, and he keenly looked at the eyes of the restaurant on him.

But he didn't think much about it, this gaze was just fleeting, and Li Chengde thought it was the boss's gaze, so he didn't care.

Li Chengde is going to a mansion today, at the moment when Zhiqiu came to the restaurant yesterday. The big stone in his heart fell to the ground, and he had been dormant for months, and the chess pieces should have fallen.

Liu Xinxing has not taken a step out of the mansion for several months, and he has more than ten letters with the person in the capital. The words are concise and to the point, and the words are true. Naturally, the content of the letter cannot be disclosed to anyone else. And the prefect of Liu, who is about to serve as the servant of the ministry, is arranging the final affairs.

Li Chengde walked to the door of Liu's mansion and looked up at the plaque. The plaque is ordinary, but the word Liu Fu is quite popular. The second prince stopped for a moment, thought for a while, and then went in.

Liu Xinxing did not play chess today, but sat in the big courtyard and drank tea leisurely. When he caught a glimpse of Li Chengde, Liu Xinxing immediately put down the tea and got up to greet the second prince.

Li Chengde looked at Liu Xinxing and said nothing.

Liu Xinxing coughed lightly at first, and then said: "Second prince, if you haven't looked for me for so long, I thought you were going to give up this game of chess in Gusu." ”

Li Chengde sat in his chair and didn't talk about these things. Instead, he asked, "Mr. Liu?"

"Huh?" Liu Xinxing was a little shocked when he heard Mr. Liu's words.

"I heard that you are going to serve as a servant of the Ministry of Officials, and the official is to the third grade, which is gratifying. Li Chengde stared at Liu Xinxing, although his words revealed respect, but his tone was extremely flat.

Liu Xinxing bent down slightly and said softly: "Thank you for the care of the second prince." ”

"I heard that you had contact with a woman some time ago?" Li Chengde said seemingly casually.

Liu Xinxing's heart was shocked, and then he said calmly, "Second prince, no." I haven't been out in months, and I haven't seen any women in the house. ”

Li Chengde nodded.

"How has the problem of smuggling been solved?" Li Chengde remembered the problem that had arisen in the city some time ago.

Liu Xinxing paused for a moment, and then continued: "Yuan Xiuyuan is handling the specific affairs, and I haven't asked. ”

"You can find a time, call that fat man over, there are some things I need him to deal with. Li Chengde said in a deep voice.

"The second prince, Ouyang Zhiqiu's side..."Liu Xinxing asked tentatively.

"Zhiqiu?" Li Chengde smiled first, and then continued, "If nothing else, he should be our man." ”

Liu Xinxing was stunned for a moment, and then continued: "Congratulations to the second prince, everything is according to the original plan. ”

Li Chengde raised his head and accepted Liu Xinxing's compliment.

Some people, seemingly mild-mannered, are actually proud in their bones, always indelible.

Even if it's like his second prince, it's average.

After Li Chengde drank the tea in his hand, he walked away.

Liu Xinxing looked at Li Chengde's back, his eyes were cold. He pulled the most recent letter from his sleeve and, when he read it, tore it to shreds.

It's as if nothing had happened.

When Zhiqiu woke up in the small courtyard of the bookstore, it was already noon. Yan Yu'an rolled his eyes again when he saw him like this. She urged Zhiqiu to hurry up and wash up, so as not to be listless.

Zhiqiu grimaced at Yan Yu'an, turned around and walked towards the door with shuffling steps. As soon as I went out, I happened to meet Mr. Wen.

Mr. Wen is very strange that he didn't bring that big black umbrella today. After he saw Zhiqiu, he seemed to be a little happy, and when he saw that Zhiqiu was leaving, he asked curiously: "Little Zhiqiu, the book you recommended to me that day..."

Zhiqiu was originally going to visit Mr. Wen some time ago, but since Mr. Wen saved him last time, this little boy has a much better impression of Mr. Teaching.

I didn't like to read since I was a child, so naturally I didn't have a good impression of Mr. Teaching.

When Zhiqiu heard Mr. Wen's words, he shuddered. Where do you know what books you know, it's just that I followed the old man blindly to read a few books when I was a child, and this is about the ability to read and write, but he doesn't know much from the second prince.

Zhiqiu laughed awkwardly twice, and said to Mr. Wen: "Mr. Wen, I drank a little wine that day, and my mind was hot, so I didn't recommend a few books to you in an irregular manner, which really shouldn't be." ”

Mr. Wen waved his hand and said, "Xiao Zhiqiu, aren't I just about to praise you, the book is good, although I don't have the big truth I learned from it, but this is full of knowledge, and I also have some understanding." ”

Zhiqiu didn't talk, just smiled.

Suddenly, Zhiqiu remembered what was going on, and he asked, "Is Mr. Wen here to find the old shopkeeper today? He hasn't been here for a long time." ”

Mr. Wen nodded and said, "It's okay, let's take a look at this little girl Yu'an." ”

Just as the two were chatting, Yan Yu'an came out of the bookstore, his eyes were full of smiles, and after saluting Mr. Wen, he asked, "Mr. Wen, my father wrote you a letter, and I will send it to you tomorrow." ”

"Oh, do you believe it? That's right, Yu'an, you just give me the letter. Mr. Wen showed a relieved expression.

Zhiqiu's expression of relief happened to be seen by Zhiqiu, but he didn't say anything.

"Then you wait, I'll go to the backyard and get it for you. Yan Yu'an took two steps, suddenly turned around, and shouted at Zhiqiu: "Little Zhiqiu, why haven't you gone home yet, don't stay too long, look at the smell of wine, go back and wash yourself." ”

After hearing this, Zhiqiu showed a helpless expression to Mr. Wen. The latter stared at Zhiqiu and glanced up and down, also showing a helpless expression.

"Mr. Wen, are you an old acquaintance with the old shopkeeper? I only know that you know each other. Zhiqiu suddenly asked Mr. Wen.

When the old shopkeeper was mentioned, the corners of Mr. Wen's mouth twitched suddenly, and he quickly relaxed and said casually: "Indeed, we have known each other for a long time. ”

Zhiqiu saw that Mr. Wen did not go on, nor did he continue to ask. It's just that he is a little strange in his heart, why can the old shopkeeper write a letter to Mr. Wen?

I am a closed disciple of the old shopkeeper, and for so many months, I haven't even heard from him, let alone any letters.

Yan Yu'an quickly took out a letter that read: Mr. Wen personally opened. Zhiqiu curiously leaned over to take a few looks, but was stared at by Yan Yu'an, so he didn't continue to look.

After Mr. Wen took the letter, he quickly tucked it into his sleeve, and was about to leave, when suddenly he remembered another thing.

He looked at Zhiqiu and said seemingly casually: "Little Zhiqiu, do you want to learn the sword?"

Zhiqiu thought that Mr. Wen was joking, but he just giggled.

Yan Yu'an on the side was expressionless and did not smile. In her cognition, Mr. Wen is well-behaved and discerning, not quite like a joker.

Mr. Wen ignored Zhiqiu, just staring at the young man in front of him.

His eyes were full of solemnity, or maybe sword intent.

After Yan Yu'an caught a glimpse of Mr. Wen's eyes, he couldn't help but take a few steps back, not daring to look again, so he had to set his eyes on the little boy.

Zhiqiu didn't seem to see it, but still replied with a smirk: "Mr. Wen, aren't you joking? It's nothing more than a few years of boxing, but unfortunately this boxing method is out of order. ”

"Oh? I said I was learning swords, but I didn't say I was learning boxing. Mr. Wen withdrew his previous gaze and continued.

Zhiqiu patted his chest, and then sighed: "Mr. Wen, don't you understand, after several years of boxing, you can only bully and bully those stupid children on Yushui Street." I don't think I can even beat a man who grows crops. ”

When Yan Yu'an heard this, he laughed out loud, and then added: "I look at his body and bones that drink every day, and it is difficult for me to win." She also laughed twice in a row and made a few gestures at Zhiqiu.

Zhiqiu clasped his fists in his hands and faced Yan Yu'an, and said with a smile: "Accept, accept." ”

When Mr. Wen saw the movements of the two children, a ripple appeared in his heart.

Many years ago:

"Xiaowen, do you want to learn swords?"

"Master, why are you learning swords? I still like to read some poetry books. ”

"What's the use of reading, what's the wrong thing that can't be solved with a sword?"

"I have a poor body and bones, and I can't learn a sword. ”

"It's not for you to box, okay, don't learn. ”

"Master, I was wrong. ”

"Oh, continue to recite the last poem for the teacher. ”

"A long howl in the middle of the night, sad heaven and earth, for the narrow. ”

"Sad world... I'm tired of being a teacher, Xiaowen, you go to sleep, and I'll teach you another day. ”

Mr. Wen came back to his senses and found that the two teenagers were already chasing each other and fighting, he rubbed his eyes, smiled lightly, and quietly left.

This Mr. Astronomical slowly walked back home, and when he returned home, sword intent was everywhere.

The big black umbrella at home danced in the air by itself, marking out the word "thought".

After drinking, Mr. Teaching will think of some small things.