Jiaohua

Chapter 291
The sky is half bright and half dark, and the morning glow and dark clouds co-exist, bringing the prosperity of the city under the gorgeous and paradoxical dark colors.

The streets are full of people, but there are still some pedestrians, and the hawkers who are forced to make a living are also brave enough to go out, but the naked eye can see the coldness.

A sedan chair was carried out from the palace and came towards An's mansion, and the servant announced to see Mrs. An entering the palace.

The brothers of the An family had serious faces, and finally couldn't hide it, so they asked the elder brother An Yuchi and the second elder brother An Yudao to talk to An Qiuwan.

Waiter Liao Nei waited patiently at the door, and when An Qiuwan was helped out, Waiter Liao Nei was stunned, stepped forward and said, "Teacher An, why is he injured so badly?"

An Qiuwan's face was haggard, and he smiled weakly: "The old man is getting old, servant Liao need not panic."

"Servant Liao Nei," An Yuping said, "my father looks like this, can you go back to the palace and ask the emperor for orders, and let us enter the palace on your behalf?"

Waiter Liao Nei glanced at him, smiled, and didn't respond.

"Nonsense," An Qiuwan reprimanded feebly, "How can the emperor's order be violated."

An Yuping gritted his teeth: "But father..."

"Teacher An, please." Waiter Liao Nei said.

An Yuchi and An Yudao supported An Qiuwan, glanced at the other brothers, gave them a comforting look, and then helped An Qiuwan to go out.

The carriage was ready. Even though the greatest shockproof treatment had been done, it was not optimistic for the seriously injured An Qiuwan.

An Yuping sent his father and brother to the door, watched his elderly father being helped into the carriage, and then turned to attendant Liao Nei over there.

The little eunuch on the side opened the curtain of the car, Liao Nei was about to sit in, when he noticed a gaze behind him, looking back, it was the boy's eyes full of hostility.

Sergeant Liao Nei felt chilly, withdrew his eyes expressionlessly, and sat in the sedan chair.

After the long line left, a young girl came from behind the crowd and said in a low voice, "Uncle Fourteen."

When An Yuping turned his head, it was An Qingxi, the third daughter of his elder brother An Yuchi.

An Yuping's seniority is higher than her, but she is two years younger than her.

"En." An Yuping nodded.

"I'm a little scared," An Qingxi looked at the carriage far away on the street, and said anxiously, "Uncle Fourteenth, what's going on in Anfu."

"Don't be afraid," An Yuping said flatly, "Your marriage is going on as usual, you can do whatever you have to do."

An Qingxi twisted the handkerchief in her hand, still uneasy.

"I'll go back first." An Yuping said, turned around and entered the gate.

An Qingxi raised her head and looked at the word Anfu hanging above her head.

I hope grandpa will be well, she said very lightly in her heart, hope that Anfu will be well too.

A side room in the long corridor of the back hall of Chuifangzhuang was silent, Lu Qianhai's mouth was stuffed with a ball of cloth, and wooden blocks were clasped around his ankles and wrists.

The surrounding air was rotten and moldy. He slowly opened his eyes, but felt that he hadn't woken up yet, like a nightmare.

The girl is still not there.

He woke up intermittently several times, but he didn't see the girl. After leaving him here, she didn't seem to come back.

What time is it now, how long has it passed, has anyone noticed that he is missing, and what is the purpose of arresting him?
The repeated confusion made Lu Qianhai puzzled.

He finally closed his eyes again, unable to move, not knowing what to do.

It rained heavily yesterday, but today is sunny. Soldiers on the street are still looking for girls, and the bulletin boards are covered with portraits of girls.

The portrait was described by "passers-by" outside Dongping Academy. Some people said they saw this girl entering and leaving Dongping Academy with their own eyes, but when the government asked people in Dongping Academy, they all denied seeing the girl.

In the rainy night, the vision is blurred, and the girl is holding an umbrella, so the description is not clear, so the artist who wrote the painting simply changed the previously drawn Ali, and added a few touches of wealth to the clothes.

"It doesn't look like me at all." Xia Zhaoyi looked at the portrait on the bulletin board and said, taking a bite of the biscuits.

Zhi Changle and Lao Tong followed, each holding a biscuit in their hands, and said while eating, "The less unlike it, the better."

"You all get out!"

There were angry curses at the intersection in the distance, and a large group of beggars ran out laughingly, holding sesame seed cakes and rice pieces in their hands, and a woman followed behind, chasing them away with a broom in their hands.

"Get out! Get out! I'll kill you!" the woman cursed with red eyes.

When the beggars ran away laughing, the woman stomped her feet in anger, squatted on the ground, covered her face with her hands and cried.

"Widow Qu! She's been robbed again! Haha!" A street resident on the second floor joked.

"There is a lot of gossip in front of the widow's door, so it's not the widow who is robbing!" A man in front of the shop shouted.

Everyone else laughed.

Lao Tong and Zhi Changle also laughed.

"It's not funny at all," Xia Zhaoyi said.

Lao Tong and Zhi Chang laughed aloud, looked at her, and the smiles on their faces faded away.

"Well, I don't know what I'm laughing at," Zhi Changle muttered, "I didn't turn my head around, so I just laughed..."

"Me too," Old Tong scratched his head, "Looks like a bully?"

Xia Zhaoyi glanced at the woman, turned around and walked to the other side, and said, "Because people are stupid when they gather together, evil when they gain benefits, and domineering when they are harmless. I don't blame you, maybe it is because of nature."

Zhi Changle frowned and said, "I don't understand."

"Then, Ah Li, should I help that widow?" Old Tong said.

"Help me later, there are so many people now, helping her is just causing trouble for her," Xia Zhaoyi said in a low voice without stopping, "But those beggars, many of them have southern accents."

"I heard it too," Zhi Changle said, "Could it be the refugees who sneaked in?"

There is the aroma of sauce-flavored pancakes in front of you.

Xia Zhaoyi looked at it, thought for a while, raised his head and said: "I have something to do later, you go and get busy first, after finding a shop or yard, if I haven't come back, you can go to Qingque Pavilion to find Mr. Yanhui I'll leave a message and I'll find you when the time comes."

"Okay." Old Tong responded.

"I'm going to buy two cakes," Xia Zhaoyi said.

The sauce-flavored biscuits had a strong aroma. There was a middle-sized man standing in front of the shop, about 23 years old.

Old Tong and Zhi Changle followed Xia Zhaoyi, the man looked back and stood aside to make room.

"Boss, here are four cakes!" Lao Tong shouted, his voice was rough.

The strong southern accent made the man look back.

Xia Zhaoyi didn't pay attention at all, because he looked at him like this again, she raised her head too.

Looking at each other inadvertently, Xia Zhaoyi was stunned for a moment, looking at this man.

The man frowned in displeasure, just as the peddler handed him the soy sauce pancake he wanted, the man paid the money, glared at Xia Zhaoyi, turned and left.

Xia Zhaoyi watched the figure of the man leaving, the corners of his eyes twitched.

"What's wrong?" Old Tong asked lightly.

Xia Zhaoyi didn't say anything, still looking at the man.

The man seemed to have sensed it. Looking back, seeing the girl was still watching, he frowned in disgust and hurried away.

(End of this chapter)