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Chapter 43 I’ve finally caught up, I can finally sleep

Li Jiaxu didn't expect Ye Qing to be so sharp. However, he didn't say it out loud. He just said to Ye Qing with goodwill:

"Qing Xiaolang, please don't be anxious. I'm just asking him to do something, and it will definitely benefit you without any harm."

"oh?"

Ye Qing raised his eyebrows, and seeing Li Jiaxu's sincere expression, he stopped asking any more questions.

Almost two quarters of an hour later.

"Give way, give way!"

Han Qi drove a gorgeous carriage pulled by two tall horses on the road.

The sound of horse hooves on the rammed earth is crisp and clear.

The wheels rolled, bringing up a puff of dust.

Pedestrians along the way avoided each other with anger on their faces, but when they saw Han Qi sitting on the carriage and the Li Mansion flag hanging.

They all frowned and sighed.

"Hey, what big thing happened in Li Mansion again?"

"Li Dashan has done so many good deeds, but in the end..."

"Everything in the world is unpredictable, and good people will never be rewarded!"

"No, no, look, Butler Han of the Li Mansion has a smile on his face."

"Hey, is it possible that Mr. Li's son is not dead?"

"Why is it possible that he is not dead? The government office has issued a notice."

"My guess is that it's probably because Li Yuanwai was romantically involved when he was young and had an illegitimate child living abroad. This is how he was found!"

"It makes sense, it makes sense!"



Loud shouts and the sound of carriages attracted Ye Qing and others who were sitting at a tea stall to rest.

They looked up and saw Han Qi with a happy face, driving a gorgeously decorated carriage quickly.

When Li Jiaxu saw this, the same joy appeared on his face.

And Ye Qing's sharp eyes fell on Han Qi's obviously bulging abdomen.

"Master, get in the car!" Han Qi tightened the reins, jumped off the carriage nimbly, then took down the mounting stool from the carriage and put it in place, winked at Li Jiaxu, clasped his fists and bowed in salute.

Li Jiaxu, who smiled even brighter, helped Qu Ying get into the carriage.

Han Qi walked up to Ye Qing and said respectfully: "Qing Xiaolang, please get in the car."

"No need, my legs are strong enough." Ye Qing bowed and declined, then winked at Wang Liu and walked forward.

Han Qi, who looked embarrassed, was about to continue trying to persuade him to stay.

The carefree Wang Liu pulled Han Qi directly to the carriage and said, "I'll go up and ask the two maids to come up too. It's getting late. Butler Han, let's leave quickly."

Han Qi had no choice but to sigh and said: "Everything must be obeyed by the king's officials."

The sound of horse hooves sounded again, and the wheels made two faint ruts on the rammed earth, heading towards the government office.

The brown carriage curtains embroidered with diamond patterns were lifted up.

A pair of leaking eyes, looking at the thin figure walking quickly following the carriage, were full of regret.

Ye Qing saw Li Jiaxu's attention from the corner of his eyes and guessed in his heart:

"No harm to me at all? What does Mr. Li have in mind?"

Time passed in a breath.

Ye Qing, who followed the carriage and walked non-stop for half an hour, had a blush on his face and his forehead was covered with sweat.

When the carriage stopped, Ye Qing took a deep breath and raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat.

His originally calm face showed uncontrollable excitement when he looked up at the solemn Huaiyang Mansion Office in front of him.

A new journey will begin here soon.

at the same time.

The horsemen kept changing horses and galloped wildly for two days. Qi Heng, who had not slept all the time, finally stopped at a ferry with bloodshot eyes and dark bags under his eyes.

Qi Heng turned over and dismounted in a graceful manner. The moment his feet touched the ground, his legs went weak and he almost knelt down.

Fortunately, he quickly grabbed the reins and avoided the embarrassment.

After Qi Heng calmed down and adapted, he patted the floating soil on his body, slowly stepped onto the ferry pier, and stared at the turbulent river in the south.

Half an hour later.

A two-story boat broke through the waves from the south, and the flag with the word "Xie" hanging on it sounded.

Qi Heng, who had an expressionless face and could be called cold, pursed his lips and said with a trembling voice, a little aggrieved: "Grandma, I can finally catch up. I can finally sleep."

Just when the boat was still ten feet away from the pier.

Qi Heng took a deep breath, his energy settled in his Dantian, and he shouted loudly:

"Thank you, Mr. Ye, I have a poem for you!"

On the deck, Xie Qian, a bookboy who was drying clothes, was startled when he heard this and immediately ran to the guardrail to look around.

When he saw Qi Heng's familiar face, the book boy immediately shouted: "Boatman, get to the shore quickly!"

"okay!"

The boat riding the wind and waves slowed down visibly to the naked eye. The owner of the boat had quick eyesight and quick hands. When the boat was still two feet away from the dock, he let out a low roar and threw out a thick and tough hemp rope. He accurately caught it and went deep into the water.

Thick ones with rope stakes.

With the combined efforts of other boatmen on the boat, the boat docked quickly.

Qi Heng saw the right moment, bent his knees, and stepped up the wall.

The painting boat, which was nearly ten feet high, was like a small mound in front of him, climbing at will.

"Good, what a handsome move."

"This man stood motionless at the dock for so long. I thought he was stupid, but I didn't expect him to be a master."

"It's really amazing. The boat is almost ten feet long, and I borrowed some strength to get up. This is the kind of person the martial arts masters are talking about!"



The exclamations from below made Qi Heng, who landed on the deck, slightly raise his head.

"You are Mr. Zhang's attendant, right? You have worked hard all the way." Xie Qian, who was dressed in snow-white silk and looked elegant, suppressed the urgency in his heart and said politely.

Qi Heng took out the stack of ink-stained papers from his arms and handed them to Xie Qian respectfully.

"My young master ordered me to present Ye Qing's new work. I would like to thank you for taking a look at it."

Xie Qian, who had been impatient for a long time, took the paper into his hand and quickly opened it before Qi Heng came forward.

The moment I saw the title of the poem.

In front of outsiders, Xie Qian, who was calm and steady, cracked the corners of his mouth, with an uncontrollable giggle on his face.

"I invited Xie Qian to be named on the gold medal list. The name of this poem is really good, hahahaha. Qing Xiaolang is such a good boy, hahahahaha."

The laughter was so loud that it hit the ears of Qi Heng and Shu Tong.

Qi Heng rolled his eyes silently. He was already very sleepy and saluted:

"Thank you, Mr. Xie. The poem has been delivered. I will leave first."

"Okay, okay, let's go!"

Xie Qian didn't even raise his head or move his eyes, and just dealt with it casually.

Even though Qi Heng was always calm, he couldn't control the expression on his face. He twitched the corners of his mouth, turned around and walked to the wooden fence, jumped up and left gracefully.

The boy couldn't help but remind him: "Mr. Xie, Mr. Zhang's attendant's eyes are bloodshot and he looks very haggard, and his clothes are covered with dust. I guess it's a poem that he sent all night long. Are you going to send him away now?"

"What? What did you say?" Xie Qian tilted his head absently, but his eyes still fell on Ye Qing's poem.

This look made the book boy cover his forehead speechlessly and whispered: "It's hopeless!"


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