The young man who was reading had asked himself in his heart before.

Why hide?

When he returned last night, Li Ruyu thought a lot.

It is impossible for the empress not to think of the consequences that Princess Su will cause if she seduces herself, but she still let Princess Su live in her own courtyard, which means that the empress wants to see this happen.

Will the empress see herself as a pawn to give up?

When it is useless, it is like discarding it.

Li Ruyu hesitated before.

Think it will.

After all, the empress is the big one in the world in her heart, and she is just a Li Ruyu, how can she balance it with the world.

But he carried a sword and a saber to break into the palace ban, the empress's actions were really heartwarming, one sword and four sickles, although it was a big deal, but how could the old eunuch go to Qingzhou in person?

At the Jitian ceremony, the empress said that the years do not add to her.

This is the earth-shattering work of the old eunuch.

The weight of such a character in the heart of the empress is definitely not inferior to the old minister Liu Zhengqing.

And in order to protect Xiaoxiao and for the safety of her master, the empress invited the old eunuch to go to Qingzhou, which shows that her weight in the empress's heart is probably not a chess piece that can be discarded at any time.

Then it will not be so easy for Yue Pingchuan to kill himself today.

Moreover......

Li Ruyu is a little unwilling to admit defeat in the depths of his heart, why should I, Li Ruyu, be afraid of you Yue Pingchuan?

Nothing!

I, Li Ruyu, have no strengths, but I have a sword, waiting for your gun.

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The prosperous place of Lin'an is none other than the major tiles, especially the Zhong'an Bridge tiles.

Watching plays, listening to books, and closing the flutter (Note 1)...... All kinds of common people's entertainment can be found here, and it doesn't cost a few copper coins, and its bustle and hustle and bustle are not much worse than the West Lake at night.

Da Liang once Chongwen, that is, now both civil and military, there are countless bookstores everywhere in the world.

In the tiles of Zhong'an Bridge, there are several bookstores.

There are differences in livelihoods.

The worst business, probably the "Spring and Autumn Bookstore", the boss is a thirty-five or sixteen elegant gentleman, but can speak fluently in Beijing, I don't know where the person is, in the early years with a blind girl in red clothes came to Zhong'an Bridge Tile, opened a bookstore until now.

The business didn't affect his mood.

Mr. Hu Lian, who has no fame and never participates in the imperial examination, always likes to wear a scholar's blue and white Confucian shirt.

Self-named Mr. Hu Lian.

Gentle in words and deeds, very approachable.

It's just that he likes to read, and when he has nothing to do, he sits in the shop and reads books, reading everything, from elegant treatises, to banned books, miscellaneous books, and filthy books, all of which are in his mouth.

Most people who are familiar with it know that he actually prefers miscellaneous books.

Good popularity does not mean that business is good.

The books in his bookstore are all genuine, expensive and not discounted, and there are never inferior pirated books that are printed in gray ways, and they are never closed with books.

In his words, the writing and ink are the brains of the readers, and they should not be defiled, and besides, he often reads and engages in reading, and sometimes he cannot know if his customers ask him again and again.

But there are a lot of ruffians with unclean hands and feet.

He didn't feel distressed either.

It's weird to be able to make money in this way.

No one went to the bottom of the question, how did Mr. Hu Lian, who didn't make much money, feed him and the blind girl, the two outsiders depended on each other, and their lives were not bad.

Every once in a while, I will watch a play and listen to a story, or take the blind girl to visit the royal street, and every time I return, I will always buy a few pearls and jade gold hairpins for the blind girl, which are worth a lot of money, which makes people envious.

even closed the bookstore and took the girl to play around Lin'an, he looked at the scenery, and then listened to the blind girl.

The blind girl is also happy.

No one knew about it in the open, but someone in the secret caught Mr. Hu Lian's attention, and he always felt that he had night wealth, so some people in Lin'an's underground forces took risks and broke into the small courtyard of the Ling family at night.

It's just that the people who went seemed to have evaporated from the world and never appeared in Lin'an again.

After several times, Mr. Hu Lian, who is gentle in words and deeds, has become an unspeakable mysterious figure of many underground underworld forces in the area of Zhong'an Bridge, but where do you know the surname of the ordinary boss.

The day was fogless, and there was a light frost.

Mr. Hu Lian sat in the bookstore, holding a book but not reading, his eyes were a little dazed.

It wasn't until he saw an old man in a short shirt walking past the bookstore with cigarette ashes that Mr. Hu Lian's eyes lit up.

Get up and walk inside.

In the middle sat a blind young woman in red, although she couldn't see it, she pressed it with her hands, embroidering insoles for the man with stitches and threads.

In the eyes of the man, this is a painting to be cherished in this life.

Laughing softly, he said softly to the blind young woman who looked sweet and only had the appearance of a middle-aged person: "Lady, I want to go out for my husband." ”

The blind young woman looked up and smiled sweetly.

In the two deep pear vortexes, a soup of honey rippled, "The husband will go by himself." ”

Mr. Hu Lian sat down next to the young woman, held his hand distressedly, and stroked the back of his hand, "I have said many times, let you stop embroidering, you have to embroider, how many times this hand has been pricked by needles, you will not listen." ”

The complaint is full of pity.

The blind young woman was a little embarrassed, "The last time, let's buy it next time, okay?" ”

Mr. Hu Lian said, "Every time you say that. ”

He sighed silently.

The young woman was blind, spiritual, and deaf, so she immediately dropped the insole, hugged her husband's hand, and smiled Tiantian, "Is there something wrong with the husband?" ”

Mr. Hu Lian was silent for a while, bowed his head slightly, and kissed the girl on the forehead.

The blind young woman's face is like a flying fly.

But he pulled it tighter.

Mr. Hu Lian got up, broke free of the girl's hand, and said softly, you embroider first, estimate the time to make lunch, I will go back when I go, and let's go to the play again in the evening, and listen to your favorite "Red Plum Story".

Turn around and go out.

The blind young woman stretched out her hand, but she caught nothing.

Outside the house, Mr. Hu Lian took out a narrow wooden box from the dusty old book in the corner, blew off the dust on it, and said that he hadn't seen him for a long time.

I don't know if I can go back.

Don't be sad if I don't come back.

That person is also in Lin'an, and he will take care of you, and I am very relieved.

Mr. Hu Lian walked into the distance absolutely, and if an acquaintance asked, the gentle man in a blue and white Confucian shirt smiled and said to do something, and go back.

She is here, and my heart will return.

Between heaven and earth, the frost gradually melted.

The blind young woman who stretched out her hand but couldn't grasp anything still had a calm face, as if her husband had been standing there, looking at her gently.

She is a woman who is always smiling.

I can't see the world, but I still embroider insoles, because I don't want to make myself feel useless, I want to tell myself that I am not a burden to my husband, although I know that my husband never thought so.

But I'm willing to do whatever I can for you.

Laughing and laughing, tears rolled down.

The blind young woman is not blind, her husband has always gone out once a year in the past few years, never saying the reason or the result, although he is freshly washed when he returns, he can always feel the resentment and loss of his heart.

She knew that her husband was waiting for someone, someone who could open his wooden box.

She was scared.

Not afraid of loneliness.

Not afraid of death.

It's just that he is afraid that after the wooden box is opened, he will never return.

Husband, please come back.

I'll wait for you.