This is the third time Ye Chongwen has visited this abandoned mine.
It had just rained the day before yesterday, the road was muddy and slippery, and the mine mouth had already collapsed.
He walked back and forth several times. In fact, he stayed here for several hours the two previous times he came, but he was still confused and didn't know what he was looking for.
The local government has searched this place several times and found nothing except a few corpses dug out from the ground.
That year, Huang Fu had an accident, and Huang Laosan broke both legs. The Huang family moved away from Yongshun County as a whole.
To this day, there has been no progress in Huang Fu's case, and no one knows who did it.
Ye Chongwen looked up and saw that the sky was getting dark, and he was about to return to the carriage waiting in the distance.
But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
The man was tall and thin, with slightly concave cheekbones. He was dressed in jet black, his hair was tied back casually, and there was a faint ring of stubble around his lips.
Ye Chongwen was startled for a moment, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and shouted in disbelief: "Brother Zhao?!"
Zhao Jin's deep gaze fell on Ye Chongwen, and then he smiled.
"It's me. Long time no see!"
......
Xie Zhiyuan's letter was sent to the Ming Dynasty again.
After Ming Shi read the contents of the letter, he hurriedly ordered: "Come, prepare a car and go to Su Mansion!"
The carriage arrived at the Su Mansion, and Ming Shi walked directly to the side courtyard without waiting for the announcement.
As soon as the two girls met, Ming Shi grabbed her close friend tightly with both hands and said anxiously: "Yiyi, something is wrong. Xie Zhiyuan..."
"Sister, please slow down, sit down and talk." Seeing her sudden arrival, Su Yiyi looked panicked and quickly reassured: "What happened?"
Ming Shi took out the letter and said, "You said he did it on purpose last time, but today's letter always feels like he's trying to hide it."
Su Yiyi looked down at the letter, frowned slightly, and said doubtfully: "He said that the Qixi Festival in Zhengxing Prefecture was very lively, but wasn't there a locust plague in Qianzhou at that time? All the information about the disaster was sent to the capital at that time.
Who among the common people is in the mood to celebrate Chinese Valentine's Day?"
Ming Shi also felt that the content in the letter was abnormal and the things described were inconsistent with the reality, so he hurriedly came to discuss it.
Su Yiyi was confused for a moment, "Could it be possible that something really happened to him?"
"I have heard before that in order to fight for food, the refugees often turn into bandits, and robberies and murders also occur from time to time."
That free and easy figure appeared in Mingshi's mind, and she clenched her hands tighter.
"Xie Zhiyuan never knows how to hide his wealth. Could it be that he exposed his money on the road and was targeted by someone?"
The more Su Yiyi analyzed, the more panicked Ming Shi became. She quickly asked: "He... didn't he bring a guard?"
"I'm afraid that the opponent has a large number of people, and it's easy to hide from open guns, but hard to guard against hidden arrows."
"Then what should we do? How about we go to Xie's Mansion and ask?"
Ming Shi stood up and was about to leave, but Su Yiyi quickly grabbed her and said, "It's not polite for us to come directly to the door. Besides, if the guess is wrong, it will only cause trouble to his parents."
"Yiyi, then make up your mind quickly." Mingshi was at a loss for words.
He also said that he didn’t have Xie Zhiyuan in his heart. Look at what he looks like now.
Su Yiyi sighed, shook her head, picked up the letter again, and said while reading.
"Sister, don't panic. These two letters are indeed written by Xie Zhiyuan. He should be fine. Why don't you reply and ask?"
Ming Shi was indeed too worried, so she didn't pay much attention to the details. After being reminded, she took a closer look and found that she was more familiar with Xie Zhiyuan's handwriting.
After repeatedly confirming it word for word, I felt a little more settled and replied, "Okay, I'll write it right now."
After a while, Su Yiyi walked out of the room and ordered to go down and change horses without changing people. The letter must be delivered to Jiangxia Academy of Zhengxing Prefecture as soon as possible, and she repeatedly told her to deliver it to Xie Zhiyuan personally.
Mingshi looked out the window dreamily, and her heart drifted away along with the reply letter.
......
Ten days later, early morning.
Chen Ping's door was smashed with a loud bang.
He got up in a daze and opened the door, shouting angrily: "Who is it!"
It's freezing cold in winter, and it's even more humid and cold in the south. I went to bed very late last night, and now I'm feeling dizzy and feeling very angry when I wake up.
I saw Xie Zhiyuan standing at the door, dancing and shouting excitedly.
"She...she replied!!!"
Chen Ping rolled his eyes, slammed the door shut with a bang, turned around and got into bed.
What a big deal, I thought it was an earth dragon rolling over.
Xie Zhiyuan was startled. The door was not bolted and he reached out to push it open. He stood in front of Chen Ping's bed and repeated loudly: "Chen Ping, did you hear it? Miss Ming wrote me a reply!"
Chen Ping tightened the quilt around him and said lazily, "Just go back when you get back. Keep working hard."
"You are so amazing, just like what you said that day... By the way, it's easy to handle."
"Easy to say, can you let me sleep?"
Xie Zhiyuan carefully put away the letter, then sat down on the bedside, "I have worked hard in the past two years but made no progress at all. How could I know that you would respond as soon as you sent it. How can I thank you?" Knowing that he could no longer sleep, Chen Ping sighed, "Hey, don't thank me. You should thank yourself. If this girl doesn't see your infatuation, my methods will be useless."
Xie Zhiyuan was so happy that he grinned from ear to ear, "Look at you, you are so humble, aren't you?"
"There is no modesty," Chen Ping paused, and then said, "People say that you should respect your clothes before you respect others, but I think it is precisely that people need to be pure first before they can dress properly, know etiquette, and know how to advance and retreat."
"Senior brother always calls me 'Ms. Ming' and doesn't call her by her maiden name randomly. This shows that we have a sense of propriety, justice and shame in our hearts, and understand the importance of things."
"So even without me, given time, senior brother will be able to impress beautiful women."
Xie Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at him for a while, and then came up with an outrageous idea, "No matter what, you are still the most powerful. How about I worship you as my eldest brother?"
"Brother, don't make trouble," Chen Ping felt speechless, sat up and leaned on the bed, "You are four years older than me."
The New Year has just passed in the fifteenth year of Tianqi, Chen Ping is not yet fifteen, and Xie Zhiyuan is nineteen.
Xie Zhiyuan has always been thinking out of the box, and even going crazy when he comes to meet people he knows, Chen Pingquan thinks he is joking.
"Those who achieve first come first! Brother, why do you care about this?" Xie Zhiyuan looked serious.
Chen Ping quickly persuaded: "Senior brother is the son of the Prime Minister, and he is very old. It is not appropriate for me to call me eldest brother..."
Xie Zhiyuan interrupted directly, "There is no need to care about status when we are brothers. Besides, I am asking you for advice. According to the rules, it is not an exaggeration to call you teacher. That's it, big brother!"
Although there was some truth in what he said, Chen Ping still caught a sly look on Xie Zhiyuan's face.
"Hey! Thank you, senior brother, let's be honest, what do you want this time?"
"As expected, you are the eldest brother, you are so smart!" Xie Zhiyuan chuckled, "What, I can't reply to the letter, so I would like to ask the eldest brother to give me two more poems that I can use."
Chen Ping let out a long sigh, knowing that this guy had no good intentions. It's easy to ask God but hard to send him away.
"Okay, I can give the poem to senior brother. But we agreed not to make any more jokes about recognizing my elder brother."
"How can that be done? Who in the capital doesn't know that I, Xie Zhiyuan, know everything about poetry? I want it; brother, I also recognize it!"
"Shi and big brother, senior brother, you can only choose one."
"I choose poetry."
"Okay, let's make a deal then."
"Okay, big brother."
"Brother, you..."
"Brother, do you have any other instructions?"
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