Jiaohua

Chapter 547 Imposter (Part [-])
Several porters passed by pushing carts full of goods, and there were two or threes sitting on the side of the road basking in the sun.

The young man holding the scroll stopped beside the old elm tree near Jiangdao, where a half-old bulletin board stood.

The latest notice on the bulletin board was only posted half an hour ago.

There was no content, and it was irrelevant, but the young man looked at it very carefully.

He is tall and wears a simple cloth robe. His appearance is not very good-looking, but his detached and indifferent demeanor makes people look at him more often.

"Who is he?" Lin Qingfeng asked.

Ji Hong stuffed all the horseshoe cake left in his hand into his mouth, chewed and swallowed, and said with a smile: "He is the person in this world who hates Ali more than you."

"Oh?"

"Bian Yuanfeng," said Ji Hong, "the son of the head of the Dragon and Tiger Hall who captured Lin Youqing back then."

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Pushing open the door, Bian Yuanfeng entered through the back door of the Huang Mansion.

Huang's mansion is not big, there are only two courtyards in front and back. The servant sweeping the floor saw him and said with a smile: "Young Master Qiu is back."

Bian Yuanfeng ignored him and walked towards his own room.

Putting the book he had just borrowed on the desk, he sat down behind and pulled out a letter from the book with a blank expression.

The wax on the letter is still there, it has not been opened, and he stole it quietly when he asked Mr. Pang to borrow a book.

Not intending to return it, he tore up the envelope directly.

The letter came from Hengping, and it was written by one of Mr. Pang's students. This person sent a lot of rice, grain and vegetables. According to the time calculated in the letter, it will arrive in about three days.

When Bian Yuanfeng saw the following, he mentioned very little about the situation, and he didn't mention anything about Hengxiang's contacts. He mostly expressed condolences and asked the teacher to take good care of his body.

I thought it was a letter.

He got up, lit a candle, and burned the letter.

There was a knock on the door outside, and the servant just said, "Young Master Qiu, someone is looking for you."

"I'm sick," Bian Yuanfeng said, "Say I'm not here."

"Okay, little one understands." The servant said.

The servant left, but returned quickly.

"Master Qiu, someone here gave me a burden and asked me to hand it over to you."

Bian Yuanfeng frowned impatiently, and said, "Leave it at the door."

"Okay! The little one is at the door."

After wiping off the remaining ash on the table with a rag, Bian Yuanfeng went to open the door to get the bundle.

The burden is not light, and it is quite heavy. There is a letter outside the burden, which is written by Qiu Zhengbo personally.

Bian Yuanfeng tore off the letter, threw it aside, and opened the bag.

In the baggage were several neatly folded portraits, a set of clean clothes, a household registration book, and a bag of heavy silver.

He opened a portrait, and the woman in the portrait stunned him.

In the painting, the woman's brows and eyes are calm, and a piece of her lip is missing. Next to the portrait, there are two words, Zhao Ning.

He knew the woman, but he never knew her real name.

Bian Yuanfeng frowned, looked back at the letter, picked it up and opened it.

Inside the envelope was another envelope.

"Bian Yuanfeng kisses me."

The hairs all over his body stood up suddenly, Bian Yuanfeng tore open the envelope and took out the letter.

There wasn't much content, so he finished it quickly, put the letter away, stuffed it into his arms, and ran out.

Finding the servant in the backyard, Bian Yuanfeng asked in a loud voice, "Who is the one who brought the things?"

"It's a young man," the servant was startled by his appearance, and pointed out, "I just looked, and he seems to be waiting outside."

Bian Yuanfeng rushed out immediately.

The alley was quiet and there was nothing.

He stood at the door, his heart beating wildly, and he clenched his fists.

The servant followed and said in a low voice, "Maybe, let's go again..."

"It's up to you to say." Bian Yuanfeng said, turned around and went back to the room.

Of the few remaining portraits, one is Lin Youqing. He can hardly remember the face of this person, so he can recognize it by the name next to the portrait.

The other one is A Li. He will remember the appearance of this girl till the end of his life.

The Dagan household registration system is created once every three years. After Li Ju abandoned the capital, the household registrations in the world were frequently chaotic, and each separatist territory made their own. Today, this household registration is still the Dagan style. It was five years ago, and the name is Mo Haizhu. , focusing on Yirenshi, which is a private household.

The silver on the side was not light, he poured it out on the table, at least 20 taels.

Bian Yuanfeng picked up the letter again and looked at the words on it coldly.

The other party called himself a friend, not an enemy, and asked him to leave Liuming County within three days and go to Hengxiang to study as Mo Haizhu.

This actually coincided with what he thought in his heart. The reason why he killed Qiu Zhengbo's master and servant halfway, came here to "recognize his relatives" in the name of Qiu Zhengbo, and then became a disciple of Pang Guanxuan. His wish was to go to Hengxiang to study.

But Pang Guanxuan was really strict, and the several articles he wrote were not accepted, and all of them were sent back. He lived in Zhengyuan Village for six months, but he still couldn't get Pang Guanxuan's recommendation.

And judging from what the other party said in the letter, everything has been taken care of, and he can directly go to Hengxiang as Mo Haizhu.

This, this moved him.

However, it is impossible for the sky to drop pies for no reason, especially if the other party directly calls his name as soon as he comes up.

Bian Yuanfeng sat down on the chair, looked at the letter in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

Soon, he made a decision to go.

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The candles were dimly lit in the wing room, Yu Yizhou came in from outside with hot water for washing his feet, and put it beside the bed.

"Master, wash your feet." He looked at the old man at the table.

Ji Hong was reading the letter, and his expression was not very good.

Lin Qingfeng sat opposite him, writing slowly.

"Let's put it aside for now." Ji Hong said.

"Then you wash it early, it will cool quickly."

Yu Yizhou turned and left, and when he reached the door, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Ji Hong again.

Seeing more of Master's gentle face, Yu Yizhou felt uneasy every time he saw his gloomy face.

The door was gently closed, and the room returned to silence.

"He is filial." Lin Qingfeng said.

Ji Hong ignored it and read another page of the letter.

Lin Qingfeng looked up at him, only to realize that Master was frowning.

"Is it that serious?" Lin Qingfeng said, "We have long been prepared to cut off this business route."

"It's half a month behind my estimated time," Ji Hong said, "something must have happened."

"People's hearts are inherently unpredictable. If I want to eat simmered noodles tomorrow, maybe I won't want to eat tomorrow."

"But half a month is really too long," Ji Hong put down the letter, "My last batch of goods has not been delivered yet, it is 10 taels."

"So many!" Lin Qingfeng exclaimed in surprise, "Whose goods?"

"Northwest," Ji Hong tapped his finger on the table, "Northwest is tight, as long as there is goods, they dare to accept any money, I want to send a final payment, if it is cut off, then I will lose a lot."

Lin Qingfeng picked up the letter, his eyes fell on a name on the letter paper, he frowned and said, "Nie Huimo, is it him?"

"Know each other?" Ji Hong hurriedly said, "How familiar?"

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