Chapter 88 Escort's Tour

He Yu was so busy that He Yu was dragged out of the cloth full of flowers and branches of the little lady by Yang Yanzhao. When he heard that the exhaust wind was going to be delivered to him, he first exclaimed, and then nodded seriously.

"Don't worry, follow me. In the future, the number of silver will definitely be weak."

He Yu patted his chest and punched the ticket, and the exhaust wind showed a rare smile and his eyes glowed. Suddenly, Yang Yanzhao found that the little girl was turned into a money fan by He Yu in the imperceptible transformation.

Since the exhausting wind has such a preference, let them toss around. Yang Yanzhao didn't say anything. When He Yu sent someone to pick up Zhang Qian from school, he went to Jiqing Building to find an elegant room with the exhaust wind and He Yu. For the time being, he ate melon seed desserts and chatted randomly.

"In this way, the future of the elder brother will be unlimited in the future. Those famous Confucian brothers are not in the way to climb up, but the elder brother's Mobao should be left more for the younger brother. After becoming famous, he can also be elegant."

Putting aside the peanut shell in his hand, Yang Yanzhao looked at him sideways and said, "You guy, the last account hasn't been calculated yet. Do you think about it again?"

In a word, He Yu smiled awkwardly, and the exhaust wind, who was eating pastry, subconsciously lowered his head a little.

The three of them chatted on this side and ate tea. Unconsciously, the Jiqing Building began to be lively, and the sky outside was a little dim.

The light is on at dusk, but it is when the guests return at night.

Through the window and looking at the endless crowd under his feet, He Yu's face suddenly became a little energetic, and his fat face trembled with a smile. He squinted and turned to exhaust the wind. "This night is another good day to make money."

"What a good day to make money? Let me make a little money by saying it."

As he spoke, the door was opened, and Zhang Qian came in with a smile. Seeing him, He Yu greeted the little man behind him and served the dishes, while setting up a dark green cup for Zhang Qian and pouring fragrant tea.

"What's the wind blowing today? What are you doing here tonight? It was agreed in advance that Zhang Qiubai would not be contaminated with wine.

Last time, he and He Yu were drunk and unconscious. Although he told his mother in advance, after going back the next day, he was full of alcohol and was still said by Aunt Zhang.

"Brother Qiu Bai, I'm afraid it's up to you. My brother will travel with Mr. Lanxi tomorrow. You and I are brothers and sisters. How can this farewell banquet be free of wine?"

Hearing this, Zhang Qian looked surprised, "What? Brother Yanzhao, are you going out? Isn't the teacher also going to leave the college?

"Well, Brother Shaoyang is with us."

He Yu beside him squeezed his eyes at Zhang Qian, "Isn't it, Brother Qiu Bai? I'm not talking nonsense, so let's drink more happily tonight."

"Forget it, tonight, drinking is harmful to the body. It's better to use tea."

Yang Yanzhao was talking. Zhang Qian, who was a little depressed, shook his head and said, "Since Brother Yanzhao is going to go far away, how can there be no wine on this farewell table?"

Soon, the delicious dishes were placed, the jade cup touched gently, and even the exhaust wind stretched out a dark green cup with tea instead of wine.

After three rounds of drinking, there will naturally be more words. The poorest tongue is He Yu as usual, talking about the acquaintance of the three people, and also talking about the rising day of the shop.

"I didn't say anything. I met the two brothers. He Jinxi felt it was worth it and was very happy. Come on, do it!"

He raised his glass and drank again, and then laughed happily. He thought that he was not good at drinking, and he was almost dizzy.

Zhang Qian, who spoke a little tonight, raised his cup to Yang Yanzhao, "Brother Yanzhao, I'll meet you next year!"

Aware of the loss in Zhang Qian's heart, Yang Yanzhao raised his glass and answered with a smile, "Bianjing walks and watches the flowers. I will also feel lonely alone. With Qiu Bai, I am also a familiar person."

They got used to teating each other. Zhang Qian, who was slightly drunk, didn't care. After drinking with a smile, he stretched out his hand to hold the wine pot and continue to fill the wine, but with a bang, he fell to the table.

The dull voice made He Yu, whose eyes were blurred, subconsciously opened his eyes and small. He immediately pointed to Zhang Qian and smiled, "Haha, Brother Qiu Bai, you are really not very drunk, and you are a few worse than me. Brother, come and drink..."

He raised the cup. Before he said anything, there was another muffled sound. The jade cup in his hand fell off his hand, and the wine was sprinkled on the dishes. He Yu smiled fifty steps and a hundred steps. He followed Zhang Qian's footsteps and was drunk at the table.

Looking at the two people like this, the exhaust wind, who was eating vegetables, couldn't help but be stunned. He put the chopsticks and chopsticks on his mouth, and looked at the two people helplessly. Later, he turned to Yang Yanzhao, who was also like her, and was very helpless to the two Zhang Qian and He Yu, who were whispering.

As usual as last time, the two were handed over to the shopkeeper of the restaurant. Yang Yanzhao took the exhaust wind back to the small courtyard. When the exhaust wind was boiling water, he went to the next door and lied to Aunt Zhang, who was worried about Zhang Qian.

Tomorrow, Xu Shi is going on a long trip, and Qiu Bai will accompany his teacher to talk.

Hearing this sentence, Aunt Zhang's heart was relieved, and Yang Yanzhao was no longer panicked. He was not a pedantic person, not to mention that Zhang Qian did not do anything special. It's just whether he could lie when he came home tomorrow. This is not what Yang Yanzhao was worried about.

When he arrived at the small courtyard, the exhaust wind was quietly boiling water in the room. Yang Yanzhao walked in, and the smell of firewood came to his face before he stepped into the house.

The fire creaked. Under the flame, the exhaust wind held his chin. I don't know what he was thinking, and even Yang Yanzhao didn't notice his appearance.

"What are you thinking about?"

Sitting on the firewood next to the exhaust wind, the firelight warmed him a little. In the past, when he was young, when he was with his ancestors in the countryside, he also happily put firewood and straw into the hall.

"Why are you here, prince? Hurry out. This is not what the prince can stay.

Shocked by Yang Yanzhao's words, the reaction of the exhaust wind wiped his little hand on his body and quickly helped Yang Yanzhao out. His mother said that a gentleman had to stay away from the kitchen.

"I won't leave, son!"

Ignoring the push of the exhaust wind, Yang Yanzhao fell on the firewood instead. He looked like a scoundrel, which made the little girl laugh and cry. How could his son be elegant with outsiders? He was so shameless at home. How could he look like a prince?

Looking at the handsome face reflected by the firelight, the exhaust wind's little face suddenly burned a little. I don't know why my heart beat so hard. Maybe it was the firewood burning so hard that I only felt that my body was hot and panicked.

Press the burning firewood with a fire stick, but it doesn't seem to work. The exhaust still feels that there is a fire in her stomach, making her mouth dry.

Suppressing the blood pulse that was about to jump out of his chest, he closed his eyes and did not dare to look at Yang Yanzhao. He slowly bent down and leaned on his side.

Roasted by the warm firewood, Yang Yanzhao felt very comfortable and reached out to hold the exhaust wind in his arms. This move made the little girl's face redder, her head deeper, and her slender eyelashes kept shaking.

For a long time, the firewood in the hall gradually went out, and the exhaust wind in Yang Yanzhao's arms had entered his sleep, making a low sound of deep sleep.

With a smile on the corners of his mouth, he stood up gently, sent the exhaust into the room, covered the quilt, and then walked back to the study gently.

He grinded the inkstone and took out the pen. Yang Yanzhao picked up the pen and wrote a letter. He was about to leave Fuzhou. Although the exhaust wind was entrusted to He Yu for care, he still needed to give advice on martial arts.

The income of the shop is 20% of that of the family. The two brothers also care about He Yu, but there are some things that need to be said, and it is not surprising that many people are polite. Before leaving, they will ask them to take care of them again.

After that, he made some hot water and washed his face. Yang Yanzhao went back to his house to rest, but when he thought of going to Huashan with his teacher tomorrow and seeing those things he had never heard before, he was sleepless in his mind.

For a long time, it was late at night. Yang Yanzhao tried to calm down the ups and downs in his heart. Not long after he woke up, before the sound of chickens outside the house came, the latter got up.

The exhaust wind hasn't woken up yet. It happened to be what Yang Yanzhao wanted. He quietly entered the exhaust room and pulled the quilt of the little girl by the bed.

The little face was pure and beautiful. Yang Yanzhao gently stroked her hair. Then he put the two letters on the table on one side, turned out, carried the package prepared the day before yesterday, and walked to the south gate.

With the creaking closing of the wooden door in the small courtyard, **, big tears appeared in the closed eyes.

On the street, the people were sparse. Yang Yanzhao carried a burden and walked to the south of the city with the people who began to be busy making a living.

At the gate, the fog in the sky has not yet melted, so there are not many people entering the city. A simple carriage is parked on the side of the gate. Xu Shi, who is thin, is sitting in front of the car, holding a book in his hand and looking at it quietly.

Seeing Xu Shaoyang, Yang Yanzhao quickly stepped forward and saluted the carriage that had not been opened with the curtain. "Yang Yanzhao has seen his teacher." Later, he turned his head, "Brother, you are so diligent, but it makes Yan Zhao ashamed of himself."

Xu Shaoyang put the book in his arms with a smile and pulled up the reins. "Get in the car and play a few rounds with your hand."

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao waved his hand repeatedly, "How dare you let your brother drive? Yan Zhao also knows a little about the art of the carriage and horse. The brother enters the car to fight with the teacher, and let me control the car."

"Well, don't fight. This journey is a long way. You two can change your way. Yan Zhao, come up and let Shaoyang drive for a while. As a teacher, you are used to his driving, and you can also learn a few points."

Through the curtain, Geng Yuanfu's words came faintly. Xu Shaoyang smiled and picked up the whip and pointed to Yang Yanzhao at the carriage. The latter smiled, picked up his robe and wanted to get on the car.

"Brother, slow down!"

"My teacher, stay!"

At this time, there was a cry behind him. Looking for the sound, he saw He Yu coming in a carriage, and on his side, Zhang Qian, who opened the curtain and leaned out.

Seeing them, Yang Yanzhao was a little surprised. He was drunk last night. How could he come to see him off?

The two of them have messy hair and untidy clothes. Even Zhang Qian, who behaves like a gentleman, doesn't care about this unkempt appearance.