After Chang Shan left, the house became completely deserted.
Although the servants in the house have been dismissed in advance.
But there are still a few left.
An old housekeeper and several maids and servants.
The old steward of the Chang Mansion is named Fang. Steward Fang takes care of many things in the house. Although he rarely returns to the house, he still manages the house in an orderly manner.
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng replied: "Changshan has dismissed his servants and maids, why do you want to stay?"
Butler Fang said: "The master has been kind to us, and I stay here because I want to wait for the master to come back."
"What if I can't come back?" Chen Changsheng asked.
Butler Fang shook his head and said, "Master will definitely come back."
Although he was worried, the word "certainty" was added to his words.
He always believed that the world would not treat him too badly.
Chen Changsheng didn't say anything else. He raised his head and took a sip of wine. After shaking it off, he found that there was no Qiuyue Niang in the wine gourd.
Empty.
The two large jars of wine were now empty.
Chen Changsheng put down the wine gourd and couldn't help but sigh.
This wine is never enough.
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There was a weak candle burning in the shabby little courtyard of Midwinter Square.
This is the only half of the candle left in Liu Huai and Zhang's home. It was originally used to worship gods and burn incense, but now it is placed on the table.
The pen and ink fell on the rice paper on the table. The words on it were densely packed. I don't know how long I had been writing.
It was not until midnight that Liu Huaizhang raised his hand and put down the pen and ink in his hand.
He glanced at the contents on the paper, and after the ink was dry, he sandwiched the paper in.
A cold breeze blew in through the broken window.
"Ahem..."
Liu Huaizhang coughed several times, his face turned red, but soon turned pale and weak.
He carefully put the folder away and hid it in the middle layer of his patched clothes. After putting it in his hand, he walked out of the door holding the half of the candle.
The clouds blocked the moonlight, and only these bright lights were visible, guiding Liu Huaizhang forward.
He was guarding the candlelight and walked staggeringly. Every step he took seemed to be very laborious.
Whenever a gust of wind blew, he couldn't help but shiver.
The wind in summer is not cold, but rather cool, but for Liu Huaizhang, it penetrates deep into his bones.
The candle in his hand dripped oil and wax and fell on his hand, but he didn't care and kept walking forward.
"call……"
But the sky did not go as planned. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and extinguished the last bit of light.
Liu Huai opened his lips and trembled, blowing on the candle. In desperation, he had no choice but to abandon the unburned candle and walk in the gloomy night.
In this long night, he was the only one walking alone.
.
.
A piece of fish belly white floated on the horizon, and smoke gradually rose from the kitchen.
The capital city was still as usual, but this place was the only place that remained calm and even lively.
Chen Changsheng got up early and practiced swordplay in the courtyard.
String String saw the sword in Mr.'s hand and couldn't help but retreat a little.
"Is the sword in Mr. Chen's hand a fairy sword?" String asked.
Chen Changsheng said: "A broken sword."
Ting Yujian seemed a little unhappy and launched a resistance.
Chen Changsheng hit the sword with a snap of his fingers, and Tingyu Jian immediately calmed down.
String String looked at Ting Yujian curiously and asked, "Can he hear us?"
"Maybe."
Chen Changsheng said something and immediately put away his sword.
As soon as Mr. String Jian put it away, the fairy sword disappeared. The magic method was like this at that time.
String string slowly came back to his senses, and no longer paid attention to the fairy sword, but asked: "Sir, are you going to the teahouse today too?"
Chen Changsheng nodded in agreement and said, "It's an appointment."
After leaving Chang's Mansion, Chen Changsheng went directly to the teahouse.
The waiter that day saw the gentleman coming and quickly came over to greet him.
The waiter said: "Sir, Mr. Liu hasn't come yet."
"Just wait." Chen Changsheng smiled warmly.
"The younger one will serve tea first."
The waiter agreed and then went downstairs to serve tea.
After serving tea, Chen Changsheng sat in that position and waited.
A cup of tea was consumed in the blink of an eye.
Liu Huaizhang did not come, but he was greeted by a fortune teller who was greedy for tea.
After Zhong Zhengyuan sat down, he smiled and said, "Mr. Chen is so laid-back, and you still have time to drink tea?"
He was not polite and poured the tea directly.
After tasting a little, he said: "Not bad, good tea."
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "Are you afraid you didn't come here because of the scent of tea?"
Zhong Zhengyuan laughed, not feeling embarrassed, and said: "If you don't drink, you won't drink. As long as Mr. Chen is allowed to eat and drink for free, why don't I, Zhong, be allowed to drink a cup of tea for free?"
When Chen Changsheng heard this, he suddenly didn't know how to refute.
It seems like I have been eating and drinking for free.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and after thinking about it, it would be better to find some silver coins to use.
Zhong Zhengyuan asked: "Are you waiting for someone?"
Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "Wait for an old man."
Zhong Zhengyuan thought for a moment and said, "But the person we talked about that night?"
The person who explained to Chen Changsheng the way of being an official.
"Exactly."
Chen Changsheng took a sip of tea and said, "He is a very interesting person."
After hearing this, Zhong Zhengyuan was a little curious and said, "That's really rare. I want to see what kind of person Mr. Chen can even praise."
"Maybe we'll be there soon," Chen Changsheng said.
Originally, Chen Changsheng was waiting alone, but now there is another one.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed.
At noon, people in the teahouse gradually dispersed.
However, what Mr. Chen said he still didn't come.
Zhong Zhengyuan glanced at Chen Changsheng and asked, "Sir, the people you are waiting for will not come, right?"
Chen Changsheng paused, put down his teacup, and said, "It will come..."
When Zhong Zhengyuan saw this, he didn't ask any more questions. After taking a sip of tea, he accompanied Chen Changsheng and continued to wait for others.
Unexpectedly, in the afternoon, no one came.
Zhong Zhengyuan was a little impatient, so he simply took out the copper coins and started counting.
"Ding Dong..."
Three copper coins fell on the table.
Chen Changsheng also looked over.
Zhong Zhengyuan glanced at the hexagram in front of him, but his heart suddenly stopped, and he raised his head and looked at Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng saw the strange look in his eyes, so he asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhong Zhengyuan thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Maybe I made a mistake in my calculation. Let Zhong do another calculation."
As he spoke, he shook up the copper coins again and started counting again.
Coins dropped on the table...
But the hexagram has not changed at all.
Zhong Zhengyuan did not speak, but just stared at the hexagram in silence.
From this point of view, there should be no miscalculation.
Chen Changsheng seemed to have guessed something. He turned around and glanced outside the teahouse, feeling suddenly a little complicated.
Zhong Zhengyuan raised his head and looked at Chen Changsheng again.
"The person Mr. Chen is waiting for may not be able to come..."