Xufu.

The antique Jiangnan courtyard is the most intoxicating, and the azure smoke and rain leave people with infinite space for reverie. Xu Qingchen warmed up and exercised in his courtyard early in the morning. He had been in the army before, so it had become a habit to get up early to exercise, and he hadn't picked it up again the day after he came to this world.

After warming up, the servants slowly came over to serve him breakfast. He can live an ordinary life in Bezhuang, no matter how big or small*. You can also live a rich life in Xufu with a group of slaves and many rules.

There are limits to what people can say and do at what time.

Xu Qingchen was born in a wealthy family in his previous life, and the influence of his parents taught him decency, and the edification of the army taught him to work hard. As a result, he was able to adapt well in any environment.

"Remove the meal, I'll sit here." Xu Qingchen finished his breakfast slowly and ordered his subordinates to take the meal down.

The sky was a little bad today, and it seemed to be raining in the dark, Xu Qingchen was not interested in working, so he simply sat down in the hall.

After saying that, the subordinates quickly cleaned up the table, and served a pot of West Lake Longjing that Xu Qingchen liked to drink in the morning.

Xu Qingchen stretched out his hand to gently fluctuate the tea mist, feeling the warm temperature of his fingertips, but his mind was thinking about what the shopkeeper of the stone building came to report last night.

His business is managed by the people he personally appoints on the surface, and then he lets his subordinates handle the affairs. And there is a special person responsible for supervision, and only when there is something that cannot be handled will be reported to him.

The so-called employment is not doubtful, but it is because there are enough interest chips to maintain the cooperative relationship. In Xu Qingchen's view, partners have never been trustworthy, such as the shopkeeper of Shilou. And true friends are not measured by material things, such as the East.

Last night, I suddenly received a red urgent message from my confidant Gao Fang: The shopkeeper of the stone building asked to see Xu Gongzi, and the reason is unknown.

The days were too dull, and he had nothing to do, so he replied at night and allowed the shopkeeper of the stone building.

So I learned that the Shen family and the others made small moves behind their backs. However, these methods are harmless in Xu Qingchen's eyes, but those people are dissatisfied with being cut off by Xu Qingchen, so they deliberately embarrass and want to remind Xu Qingchen.

It's just that because the identity of the opponent is unknown, he doesn't dare to act rashly. After understanding the situation, let the shopkeeper of Shilou go back to open the store normally to welcome customers, and he will take care of the rest.

The shopkeeper listened to his words like a fairy music, and his face was full of joy. Xu Qingchen called Gao Fang, gave a few words and rested.

"Childe, the eldest son of the Shen family is visiting." Xu Qingchen* was thinking, and suddenly someone came over gently to report the visit.

Coming out of his thoughts, "Please let him in." ”

The eldest son of the Shen family, Shen Jue, the eldest son of the Shen family, the former first jade store in Jiangnan. Talented, extraordinary, and promising, he is the lover that everyone dreams of. However, three years ago, he almost died due to an accident falling into the water, and Shen Qingfeng, the head of the Shen family, tried his best but only saved one life, but his body fell to the root of the disease and was weak, and he may only be able to linger on the sickbed from now on.

When the news came, the seats were full of sighs, and countless girls in the boudoir were sad and wept.

At this point, the pride of the Shen family's son of heaven has completely fallen silent, and the blessings and expectations, whether sincere or false, have all disappeared in Shen Jue's three years of staying at home, and few people will mention this person who was once as dazzling as the rising sun.

When people mention the Shen family again, the topic of conversation becomes Shen Qingfeng's incomparably favored son Shen Yu, even if his mother is a dusty woman who turns the main room into a junior.

Xu Qingchen stood at the door of the lobby waiting for Shen Jue, bowed down to welcome him into the room, "You are here, sit inside!" With that, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please.

Shen Jue bowed back, "Young Master Xu, how are you doing lately?" ”

followed Shen Jue into the lobby and beckoned his subordinates to fetch another teacup. Stretched out his hand to invite Shen Jue to sit, and sat down in the main seat, "It's not bad, it's not a big deal." "The weather is getting warmer these days, do you feel unwell?"

"No, I didn't. I can't die left and right, and I simply don't pay attention to the pain all day long. Shen Jue's tone was faint, as if he couldn't sleep at night tormented by pain, and the person with a thin body was not him.

Xu Qingchen didn't speak, just stared at him lightly, until Shen Jue put away his disapproving expression, and then said, "Did I tell you, don't take your body seriously?" ”

"Did you do what you were asked to do as you were asked to do the recipe last time?" Xu Qingchen looked at Shen Jue, whose face was almost pale, with some seriousness.

Seeing that Xu Qingchen was really serious, Shen Jue had no choice but to put away his appearance and nodded seriously, "I drank the medicine according to the prescription you said, without pretending to be his hand, and no outsiders knew." So I haven't felt weak in the past half a month, so I'm here to thank you. ”

Shen Jue is an adult, he can tell the difference between bad and bad, and knows that Xu Qingchen is for his good. In order not to disappoint him, and in order to give himself a chance, he buried the frustration accumulated from years of illness and weakness in his heart, no longer wanted to live one day at a time, and worked hard to follow the prescription. He felt a slight recovery in his body, even the slightest hint of ecstatic.

No one wants to die, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, it is worth fighting for it with all your might.