Chapter 13 Mr. Shuzhai, the king of the world
Chapter 13 Mr. Shuzhai, the world
After entering the gate, Leng Xuanrong couldn't help marveling that this dye study was much more magnificent than she thought.
The courtyard wall of this yard is similar to that of ordinary people, so Leng Xuanrong didn't pay attention to it at all when he got close to it, but as Mr. Dou walked inside, Leng Xuanrong found that the study was full of fresh books.
Entering the door is a small courtyard. The yard is surrounded by straight birch trees, next to carefully cleaned flowers and plants. A place surrounded by a low fence in the center of the yard is covered with snow-white fine sand, and something seems to shine in the fine sand.
Mr. Dou found that Leng Xuanrong's attention was attracted by the other side, so he introduced it to her, "This small piece of sand is to commemorate the family teacher. He often says that the breeze and flowing water erodes the white sand, gold and silver disappear, and the pearl and jade are damaged."
Leng Xuanrong savored this sentence carefully and couldn't help admiring Zhang Chengmu, the former hermit.
In this world, most of them are chasing the wind and waves. How many people really understand this clear wind and flowing water to eclipse the white sand? Leng Xuanrong felt that if she hadn't experienced so many cold worlds and life and death in her previous life, she would not have understood it now.
"No wonder you can understand this..."
Leng Xuanrong muttered softly and suddenly found that she almost lost her words. Although she knew the relationship between Mr. Zhang and Mr. Dou in her previous life, the staff of Yanmoge did not know at all. So it seems that this matter should not be well known in this small county.
Mr. Dou also felt a little strange when he saw Leng Xuanrong say half a sentence. However, since Leng Xuanrong stopped talking, he would naturally not ask again.
There is only a row of houses facing the gate in this yard, and there is no wing room. And that row of houses looks similar. Although it is still early spring, several windows have been opened. Through the carved columns of the corridor outside, Leng Xuanrong saw that the opposite rooms seemed to be full of scholars.
"Are these... all Mr. Dou's students?" Leng Xuanrong was a little surprised. Roughly, there are at least nearly 100 people here. Such a scene is common in the imperial city, but how can there be so many students in a small county like Neyan County?
Mr. Dou seemed to be used to such a problem. He smiled lightly and whispered to Leng Xuanrong, "There are so few materials that can be made. It's lamentable."
Leng Xuanrong looked at Mr. Dou and said with a smile, "If you want to find someone with similar qualifications as Mr. Dou, I'm afraid there is no more in this Huangqi Kingdom."
Mr. Dou immediately saluted, "Don't make fun of the girl." After saying that, Mr. Dou seemed to be in a better mood. He raised his finger in one direction and asked Leng Xuanrong to follow him.
Leng Xuanrong doesn't know whether Mr. Dou is happy because of a word of appreciation, but in her opinion, there seems to be some tacit understanding between the two to make fun of each other.
Mr. Dou opened the door of the room at the top, and Leng Xuanrong found that there were no students in this room.
The dusty floor covers the whole room, with a snow-white round blanket in the middle of the room and a long table on the blanket.
Mr. Dou asked Leng Xuanrong to sit at the table, and then asked the waiter to make tea. He sat opposite Leng Xuanrong and put down the book he had been holding in his hand.
Leng Xuanrong curiously turned over the cover and found that it was a book written by an old minister of the previous dynasty to warn future generations. Leng Xuanrong vaguely remembers that her father seemed to tell her this book when she was a child, but she can't remember it now.
The waiter served tea, and the room suddenly filled with the fragrance of tea.
Leng Xuanrong picked up a teacup and took a sip. The previous fatigue seemed to have been eliminated a lot.
At this time, Mr. Dou asked again, "I haven't asked the girl's name... The last time we met was really abrupt. Why don't we start all over again?" With that, Mr. Dou arched his hand and said, "Do you dare to ask the girl's name?"
Leng Xuanrong also arched her hand after learning from his appearance, "The little woman's surname is Leng, and her name is Xuanrong."
"Cold girl, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Mr. Dou, I have been looking forward to you for a long time."
The two looked at each other and smiled. For some reason, they just made a business and met two faces, but they seemed to be familiar with each other.
Mr. Dou stretched out his slender finger and pointed to the book on the table and asked Leng Xuanrong, "Does Miss Leng know what kind of book this is?"
Leng Xuanrong nodded and shook his head again. "I only remember that this "Police Words" was written by Lord Kong Wuqi, the director of Shangli of the previous dynasty, but I'm afraid I can't remember the sentence now..."
"Sure enough..."
Mr. Dou stroked the book and whispered thoughtfully, "Miss Leng is indeed a woman who is illiterate and reasonable..."
Leng Xuanrong suddenly remembered something and asked in a low voice, "Has Mr. Dou been to the Yanmo Pavilion recently?"
Mr. Dou was stunned at first, and then his face showed some apology.
After buying the "Qingyun" brush from Leng Xuanrong last time, Mr. Dou was really happy. Later, Mr. Han, the shopkeeper of Nayan Moge came to inquire about the brush. Mr. Dou didn't pay much attention to the brush, so he took the shopkeeper of Han to see it. Later, Mr. Dou heard from the little guy of Nayan Moge that shopkeeper Han went to find Leng Xuanrong, and immediately understood that shopkeeper Han must have seen something from the brush.
In this way, his unintentional move may have caused a lot of trouble to this cold girl.
Thinking of this, Mr. Dou frowned and asked Leng Xuanrong with concern, "Is the Han shopkeeper of Yan Moge going to make things difficult for you?"
Leng Xuanrong knew that Mr. Dou had some contact with Nayan Moge and shopkeeper Han, so she thought of inquire about some recent news about Nayan Moge from him, but this Mr. Dou actually felt guilty.
Hearing his question, Leng Xuanrong had to smile bitterly and shook his head, "Shopkeeper Han himself said that he was a businessman and asked for something to buy and sell. The previous 'Qingyun' was also thanks to meeting Mr. Dou..."
Mr. Dou sighed, "Shopkeeper Han... After all, he is still a businessman. In his eyes, these things are all money..." At this point, Mr. Dou suddenly thought of something and said to Leng Xuanrong, "Last time, the money I paid the girl was far from enough. The girl can come to get the money at any time. If you still have any precious things in your hand, you must keep them properly. Don't take them out again, so as not to ruin them.
Leng Xuanrong never thought that Mr. Dou would say that.
In her previous life, Leng Xuanrong recalled her previous life. She had never seen this Mr. Dou. If she could meet him at that time, would her life change?
Looking up, Leng Xuanrong saw that Mr. Dou was still waiting for her answer seriously. Leng Xuanrong nodded with a smile and said, "Mr. Dou, don't worry, no matter what the shopkeeper Han wants, I'm afraid he won't get it."
The two chatted for a while, and Leng Xuanrong got up and said goodbye.
Mr. Dou also got up to see each other off. As soon as they walked out of the door, they saw the waiter who had just served tea running to Mr. Dou and said, "Sir, the third son of the county government official Liang has just sent a letter to deliver the letter, saying that please go there immediately and have something important to discuss."
As soon as Leng Xuanrong heard the words "the third son of the county government, Liang", it was like a thunderbolt.
County government... Mr. Liang Sanzi...
Is it the third son of Liang Qiurong, the county magistrate?
At this time, Mr. Dou muttered in a small voice with a smile on his face, "What can he do? It's just nonsense." Then he nodded to the waiter and said, "Go and tell the people sent by the three princes, and I'll clean up and go there."
The waiter turned around and returned to his life. Leng Xuanrong tried his best to hide the excitement in his heart and walked to the door with Mr. Dou. After saying goodbye, he said goodbye and left the dyeing studio.
After Leng Xuanrong was sure that she had left Mr. Dou's sight and no one followed her, she smiled ecstaticly.
Listening to Mr. Dou's words, he seems to be very familiar with Mr. Liang. Unexpectedly, Leng Xuanrong was secretly happy. I really didn't expect that she would find an opportunity here!
It seems that I sold that "Qingyun" brush, which is half a blessing!
Leng Xuanrong quickly walked back. Although she doesn't want to be the enemy of Liang Qiurong, the county magistrate, she has also figured out one thing during this period, that is, whether she wants to or not, the hatred in her previous life will not disappear out of thin air.
It's like the matter of Aunt Zhao and the little widow. Either you cry or I cry. For Leng Xuanrong, either you die or I die.
It can be said that in this world, only when she is reborn can understand the importance of every opportunity.
Leng Xuanrong vaguely felt that it was not a coincidence that she would meet Mr. Dou in this life. Maybe Mr. Dou would help her change her life.
Leng Xuanrong returned to the old house happily. As soon as she entered the door, she smelled a smell of blood.
The smell of cold Xuanrong is so familiar that she seemed to have fallen into an ice hole and suddenly stopped in place. She couldn't step at all.
But at this time, Zeng Yanliang's voice came from the room.
"Xuanrong! You are back! Look what I got back? Hahaha..."
Brother Yan Liang...
Leng Xuanrong breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this sound. She hurriedly pushed the door into the house.
I saw the only table in the room, with two slaughtered and faded chickens...
"This is..."
Leng Xuanrong stared at the bloody chicken, and then looked at Brother Yan Liang, who was playing with a few beautiful tail feathers.
"Hey, I got it back by the way."
Zeng Yanliang said, put down the tail feather in his hand, got up to Leng Xuanrong, patted her on the shoulder, and whispered, "For this time, don't be angry."
Leng Xuanrong frowned and asked in a muffled voice, "Is this... the pheasant you got back from Fengquanling?"
Zeng Yanliang nodded and admitted it.
Leng Xuanrong sighed. She didn't expect that Zeng Yanliang would be bold enough to go out of the city during the county's martial law and deliberately run to the place where the crime took place.
But then again, Zeng Yanliang has never been a timid person. Moreover, since he has returned safely, it seems that he can still do something about it.
Leng Xuanrong is really ashamed of this.
She looked up at Zeng Yanliang and said nothing. She went over and picked up the pheasants and went to cook silently.