"Childe, a little guy just sent this post, saying it's for you."

On the second day, the sky was gloomy early in the morning, and then just after the dawn, a light rain began to fall in the sky.

In the courtyard of Yuxiang, Lian Qingjue was wrapped in a cloak, sitting behind the bookcase in front of the window and drawing something, when he saw Yang Qingwei walk in with a post.

"A post for me?"

Slowly putting down the pen, Lian Qingjue took the post handed by Yang Qingwei a little strangely.

"He's it?"

After reading the content of the post, Lian Qingjue was a little surprised. He was still strange that he didn't know anyone in Yuruo City, who would post to him, but he didn't expect that it was Wen Xianchu who met by chance at the Peach Blossom Festival yesterday.

"Is there something wrong?"

Looking at Lian Qingjue's somewhat meaningful expression, Yang Qingwei asked.

"It's fine."

Lian Qingjue put down the post and carefully folded the piece of paper on the bookcase that had been dried and put it in his arms.

"Let's go get ready for the car, and we'll go out later."

"But what's the matter?"

Yang Qingwei looked out the window.

"It's still raining outside, although the spring rain is not cold, but the son still has to take care of his body."

"It doesn't matter."

Lian Qingjue stood up and moved his somewhat stiff body.

"Go ahead."

"Yes."

Knowing that he couldn't persuade Lian Qingjue, Yang Qingwei had no choice but to arrange the carriage, but he was secretly complaining in his heart: This Fan Yao didn't know where to go, if he was there, maybe he could persuade the son.

……

"Ahh

At this time, Fan Yao, who was quietly hiding in a big tree, suddenly sneezed. He secretly scolded this old man for being innocent and changeable, obviously the sun was still good yesterday, but it is raining today. But then, as if he suddenly realized something, he quickly poked his head out of the branches and looked around vigilantly.

"Fortunately, the sound of the rain just covered the sneezing, and no one was noticed."

Fan Yao secretly rejoiced in his heart, and after rejoicing, he silently made a note for Yu Ziju in his heart.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the purpose of finding out the whereabouts of that Yuziju, I wouldn't have been hiding here in the rain...... Yes...... Sneeze ......"

Another sneeze couldn't help but come out, and Fan Yao wiped the rain from his face.

"Is it sick? Probably not, I'm not a son, how could I get sick after this little rain? ”

Rubbing his itchy nose, Fan Yao looked at an attic not far from the tree.

"Why did this Yuziju and Mr. Wen go in and not come out for so long? But anyway, knowing that Yu Ziju lives here, it's better to go back and report to Gongzi first. ”

Because his nose was really itchy and uncomfortable, and it was raining, Fan Yao thought about it, and decided not to act without permission first, and wait until he returned to his son, and listen to what his son had to say. So, now that he had thought about it, Fan Yao jumped onto the roof of the attic with a little bit of strength by borrowing from a branch, and then quickly disappeared into the rain.

……

"Lian Gongzi."

"Mr. Wen."

At the same time that Fan Yao returned to Yuxiang Courtyard, Lian Qingjue had already taken Yang Qingwei to a very famous teahouse in Yuruocheng - Shanming Zhai.

In the private room on the second floor of Shanmingzhai, Wen Xianchu had already prepared tea and snacks and waited for Lian Qingjue's arrival. So when the door "squeaked" and Lian Qingjue pushed the door in, Wen Xianchu hurriedly got up and greeted him.

"Lian Gongzi, please take a seat."

Led Lian Qingjue to sit down on the main seat, Wen Xianchu looked at the cloak on his body, and couldn't help but feel a little reckless.

"It's the envy of the beginning, even the son is not in good health, and it's still raining today......"

"It doesn't matter."

Lian Qingjue took a sip of hot tea and looked at Wen Xianchu with an apologetic face.

"Mr. Wen posted a post to find Lian, but what's the matter?"

"Also...... It's not a big deal. ”

Although Wen Xianchu was a little hesitant, he thought about the person who had been very annoyed since he saw Lian Qingjue at the Peach Blossom Festival yesterday, and still said.

"Xian Chu wants to know what is the festival between Gongzi and Ziju? Why ...... yesterday"

"Before answering Mr. Wen's question, can Mr. Wen answer a certain question?"

Without waiting for Wen Xianchu to finish speaking, Lian Qingjue said.

"Lian Gongzi, please ask."

Although for some reason Lian Qingjue's expression became a little serious, Wen Xianchu still nodded.

"I don't know, how did Mr. Wen know where Lian was staying?"

"This ......"

Hearing this, Wen Xianchu was a little speechless.

"It was yesterday...... Ziju ......"

"In this way, Lian will understand."

Lian Qingjue lowered his head, and suddenly realized his mistake. The reason why I dared to take Fan Yao and Yang Qingwei to the Peach Blossom Festival yesterday was because I thought that this Yu Ruocheng was far away from Qiluo City, and besides, he didn't show up in front of everyone much due to illness when he was in the Duxing Division, and even few people in Qiluo City had seen him except for the people who were officials in the same dynasty and those who had committed crimes, so no one in this Yu Ruocheng would know him. But who would have thought that it would be so coincidental that he had come to this Yuruo City for many days, and he went out yesterday and met Wen Xianchu and Yu Ziju.

"Lian Gongzi ......"

Seeing Lian Qingjue contemplating his eyebrows and thinking about something, Wen Xianchu suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"Ziju sent someone to follow his son, he must have no bad intentions, although he is a little willful and casual on weekdays, but his nature is not bad......"

"Mr. Wen."

Lian Qingjue suddenly raised his head and stood up.

"Lian Mou came to Yuruocheng this time because he had important things to do, so about Lian's whereabouts, please don't tell others about it. As for what Mr. Wen wants to know, it is better to go back and ask the son of the Yu family. ”

"Regarding the matter of Lian Gongzi, Xian Chu didn't dare to say much. Can ......"

Seeing Lian Qingjue about to leave, Wen Xianchu couldn't help but be a little anxious, if Yuzi Ju was willing to say, he wouldn't have made a special post to find Lian Qingjue, but he didn't expect that when he mentioned this matter, even the adults who had always been indifferent would have such a big reaction.

"Mr. Wen, Lian said goodbye."

Without waiting for Wen Xianchu to finish speaking, Lian Qingjue opened the door and walked out. Only Wen Xianchu was left standing there even more puzzled, looking dazed.