surnamed Wang

Chapter 297 Sadness
It was late at night, and Shen Qianqiu, who was finally able to sleep in a room alone, couldn't sleep at all. The murderous intentions along the way made him restless, and he always felt that something big was about to happen recently.

Since Mrs. Liu dared to do something, she must have relied on something, and she died as a useless book, but if something happened to the few Shen family children in the court, all previous efforts would be for naught.

The Patriarch of the Shen family has put in so much effort in these years to revive the declining Shen family. Not only did he bestow all the knowledge he had learned throughout his life on Shen Qianqiu, who is the best at root, but he also spared no effort to spend several generations of family wealth to serve Shen Qianqiu in the court. The house opened up a path.

The path is far-reaching, as long as the Shen family can have a few more talented and capable juniors, even if they can't become a high-class family, they can still be safe for a hundred years.

Shen Qianqiu's cousin from the young school is one of them. He has enough ability, but lacks some qualifications. As long as he has enough time, he can be transferred to the frontier for some experience.

Shen Qianqiu thought for a long time, and the more he thought about it, he finally sat up and planned to read a book for a while.

As soon as the oil lamp was lit, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

"Who is it in the middle of the night?"

Shen Qianqiu muttered, put on his coat and opened the door.

Outside the door, Wang Bingquan was drunkenly pouring a pot of wine at the door.

Seeing this, Shen Qianqiu frowned, and when he was thinking about how to move the other party back to the room, the guy actually got up by himself, and then he was not polite, and went directly into his room.

He had just been frightened by the other party once during the day, and Shen Qianqiu didn't dare to get angry, so he had to ask patiently:

"Hero Wang, what are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?"

Wang Gangquan opened his mouth and hiccupped, sat down at the table, patted the table and said:

"Come, drink with me."

"It's late at night, and we have to hurry tomorrow."

Shen Qianqiu's face was full of reluctance, but her tone was still weak like a woman's.

"Why, you don't want to?" Wang Gingquan tilted his head, showing his disdain.

Seeing this, Shen Qianqiu felt dizzy for a while, sat down at the table with a wry smile, took a cup and said:
"Just a cup."

"Okay, I thought you didn't want to." Wang Gingquan muttered as he poured wine for the other party, "If you say you don't want to, I'll find someone else to drink."

Although his mouth was full of alcohol, his hands didn't shake at all when he poured the wine. Instead, Shen Qianqiu, who was opposite him, trembled when he heard the words, with a sad face, suddenly remembered that the saint once said that mighty can't be subdued, no wonder he couldn't become a saint.

"Little Qiu, life is too short. Fame and fortune are fleeting, and in the blink of an eye a hundred years will pass. Everything is just a dream."

I don't know if Wang Gangquan is getting old and started chattering after drinking like Sheng Endi.

The scholar on the opposite side showed surprise. The two had known each other for so many days. He always thought that the other party was a simple-minded martial artist with well-developed limbs.

Wang Gangquan raised his wine glass, twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a smile:
"Everyone has their own troubles. I have everything, but I can't keep the one I love. What about you, you come from a wealthy family, what troubles do you have?"

Shen Qianqiu hesitated for a moment, raised the wine glass and touched the other party, then drank it down in one gulp, said lightly:

"What about being born in a famous family? You still can't control your own destiny, even your own destiny, let alone someone else's."

After all, there was no need for the other party to persuade him to drink, and he poured another glass.

Perhaps, in the face of a person from the rivers and lakes who met by chance, he could say things that he and his family could not say in normal times.

The two of them had a few glasses of wine, and they both said some things that were not out of their hearts. Shen Qianqiu was quite normal here, and most of what he talked about was family disputes. Do not lose the inner garden of the palace.

Wang Gingquan was deeply impressed, and took advantage of the opportunity to talk about the things in the palace: the three women disturbed the huge mansion, how complicated the palace walls were, and the ghost story that he almost told to death.

Although Shen Qianqiu didn't believe it in her heart, she smiled gracefully, secretly guessing that the other party might be working as a nurse in the palace, or even working as a guard in the palace before.

As for the beloved that he can't keep in his mouth, it is likely to be a maid in the palace or a maid in the palace. Later, the maid was caught by the master and flew up to a branch and turned into a phoenix. The identities of the two are very different, and they have been destined for each other since then... It's just bad drama.

However, it is not easy for the other party to talk so much to himself, and Shen Qianqiu is not in the mood to pry into other people's privacy too much.

……

Unconsciously, the night passed.

The next morning, when Mr. Shen woke up, he found sadly that he had slept with that slovenly guy again. What was even more embarrassing was that this time the two not only slept on the same bed, but also hugged each other tightly.

The waiter who was in charge of delivering water in the morning opened the door and saw the scene. The copper basin fell to the ground. When the two went downstairs again, the eyes of the people around them became abnormal, and some were still pointing. Talking in a low voice, it is obvious that there is nothing good to say.

Shen Qianqiu was thin-skinned, and felt uncomfortable after eating breakfast, and finally drank a few mouthfuls of porridge. On the other hand, Wang Qingquan's appetite was much better. A drawer of steamed buns.

According to the current speed, they can reach the capital in the evening, and the two of them don't need to rush to walk.

Shen Qianqiu's face was ugly for a while, and then he slowly recovered, but then he smelled a strange smell.

Even after riding a horse for a long distance, this smell is still with him. He frowned and sniffed it, and found that the smell came from himself. No need to ask, it must be that the two of them were too "close" last night. Stained with the other party's rotten smell.

Shen Qianqiu wanted to cry but had no tears, this time she was really dirty.

After waking up from the wine, Wang Gingquan fell silent again, and he didn't take the initiative to open his mouth along the way. Shen Qianqiu, who was at the side, was also tortured by the smell on his body, and his mood was waning. He only said a word or two occasionally, and most of the answers he got were "um" and "oh". This kind.

The two of them leaned on the buns for a full day, and finally arrived in the capital in the evening. Shen Qianqiu had been tempered all the way, and his buttocks had already gotten used to the saddle, and after a day of driving, they were only slightly sore.

But this discomfort is nothing compared to the current joy, after all, I am still alive.

Wang Gingquan looked up at the word "Wangjing" on the top of the city gate, and murmured:
"finally reached."

Shen Qianqiu turned her head when she heard the words, and looked at the man beside her.

At this moment, he suddenly had a feeling that the other party seemed to reveal a sense of sadness all over his body. This feeling had been faintly present along the way, until he arrived in the capital, and it became more and more obvious.

Shen Qianqiu once felt the same sadness in his grandfather, it was a kind of helplessness and a kind of regret, and he still remembers the scene at that time:

The aging Patriarch of the Shen family sat in the house and looked at the juniors who were playing around in the courtyard. Shen Qianqiu sat opposite and looked at the old ancestor quietly.

There was no joy in the eyes of the old man, but he blamed himself deeply. After a long time, he sighed softly:

"Grandpa is useless and failed to provide you with enough shade."

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(End of this chapter)