Hearing the sound, Zhao Rong turned around and saw Tang Jizheng bowing to salute him. A little panic flashed in his eyes, but he still pretended to put the wine glass on the table casually and said casually: "Master Tang, you are an official, I am
Min, is it inappropriate for you to salute me?"
Tang Ji disagreed, and after bowing slightly, he asked: "Fourth Master, the business in the building is so good, there are no empty seats, can you take this kid to sit one?"
Zhao Rong raised his eyes and stared at him for a few breaths, then nodded: "Sit down."
Tang Ji was not polite and sat down on the soft seat. He looked at the lonely table and then looked at the waiter beside him: "Bring me some tea and snacks."
The waiter responded and quickly retreated.
Zhao Rong poured himself another glass of wine, drank it in one sip, and said, "What did you mean by that sentence just now? I am different from Ning Caichen!"
"It's indeed different." Tang Ji looked sideways at the stage, nodded in agreement, raised his eyebrows slightly, and added: "Ning Caichen is a ruthless emperor who won't even let go of female ghosts. You are a dog-licking emperor, and I like him very much."
A woman eloped with someone and gave birth to a child, but you wrote a love letter of hundreds of words to express your willingness to take over, and you had to hand over cigarettes when the sheep came!"
Although Zhao Rong did not understand these strange words in his mouth, he roughly understood the meaning. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "Have you seen that letter?"
"I saw it." After Tang Ji answered bluntly, he took out the letter from his sleeve and put it on the table.
Seeing the familiar yet unfamiliar letter, Zhao Rong hesitated, then picked it up with trembling hands. After seeing the signature on it, his eyes hidden under the broken hair couldn't help but moisten. He lowered his head and said softly: "Back then,
I accidentally bumped into her on the street, and fell in love with her at first sight when I saw her sweet smile and pleasant appearance. Unfortunately, I forgot to ask her name at the time, and I searched for her in the city for a long time with no results. Three years later, my father
Suddenly she proposed a marriage for me, saying that she was the apple of the Yang family's eye. I was originally going to refuse, but by chance I discovered that the woman was her. I was so happy, thinking that this was an opportunity given to me by God. As a result.
.....The result!”
At this point, tears flowed from his eyes, and the hands on the table were clenched into fists, and he said angrily: "This is all to blame on Tang Yin. If it weren't for him, how could Shuli have suffered so much?
How could he die in the fire in the end? After Shuli died, he also disappeared. Where is that tortoise with a shrunken head? Let him get out and see me, I will cut him into eight pieces and crush his bones and spread ashes!"
His roar echoed in the building, causing dissatisfaction among many guests. The two Zhao family guards who were observing from a distance became nervous and were ready to rush forward and take away the Fourth Master at any time.
"Hey, hey, what's the matter with you upstairs? Are you going to watch the show? If you don't want to watch, go out!"
"Yeah, you don't understand the theater rules, do you? It's so noisy!"
"Damn it, if you bark again, I will throw you out myself."
"Who are you? It's so disappointing!"
"..."
Hearing this, the waiters in the building immediately calmed everyone down.
Zhao Rong's face was still full of hatred, and he knelt on the spot, making no sound.
Tang Ji was very calm. Seeing the waiter bring tea and snacks, he picked up the teapot and poured himself a glass of water. He just replied: "You can't explain such things as fate, but I should also thank you and say goodbye to you on behalf of my mother."
I'm sorry. As for my father, some say he is dead, others say he ran away. Anyway, I have never seen him since I was a child."
Hearing this, Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide: "Who raised you?"
"It's a long story..." Tang Ji held a tea cup in his hand and told him roughly about his life experience. Since he didn't have the memory of the original owner, he also talked some nonsense. Anyway, how miserable he was when he was a child.
Come!
After a long time, Zhao Rong calmed down a bit. He always thought that Tang Ji's talents were taught by Tang Yin. He didn't expect that this child was raised by an old farmer in the countryside. No wonder he hated the Yang family, but he remembered
If she hadn't asked her father to put pressure on the Yang family, Shuli might not have returned to Kyoto, let alone ruined their family. She slowly raised her head and said in a trembling voice: "So, am I next?"
Tang Ji picked up a piece of snack and stuffed it into his mouth, shook his head, and replied: "Before reading that letter, I did hate you a little, but after reading it, I realized that you are just a poor person trapped by love. Besides, if I
If I really attack you, the Zhao family won't let me go. The gains outweigh the losses, so forget it."
Hearing this, Zhao Rong couldn't help but laugh out loud and laughed at himself: "Poor man, haha, hahaha, poor man, you are right, I am a hateful and pitiful person..."
Tang Ji pursed his lips and did not answer, letting him vent his emotions.
Soon after, Zhao Rong put his hands on the table, his face calmed down, and he raised his hand again. This time he did not take the wine pot, but instead picked up the teapot in front of Tang Ji, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank half of the cup.
Finally, he asked calmly: "Then you are looking for me just to tell me these things?"
Tang Ji put the teacup in his hand on the table, looked around, lowered his voice, and said straight to the point: "I want to ask, in what year did you write this letter?"
"Yuanqi three years." Zhao Rong said bluntly.
Sure enough, it was the third year of Yuan Qi!
Tang Ji frowned slightly, looked at the letter he was holding in a ball, and asked, "Did you send this letter in person, or did you ask someone to send it to you?"
"Originally I wanted to find someone to deliver it to me, but I still wanted to see Shuli, so I went to Yang's house in person. Unfortunately, I didn't see her in the end, so I gave the letter to the housekeeper of Yang's house. Who knew that two days later,
Shuli, she just..." Zhao Rong recalled, and couldn't help but sigh again. If he persisted that day, he might be able to see Shuli again.
Tang Ji nodded slightly and continued: "Besides these, did you notice anything unusual or anything on the day you sent the letter?"
Suddenly, Zhao Rong suddenly remembered something and lowered his voice: "That day, I left Yang's house and saw Tang Yin in a nearby alley. He was holding two children, one boy and one girl.
That boy should be you, and there was an old man beside him, and the old man was also carrying a child on his back. I felt a little suspicious at the time, so I followed him quietly, but unfortunately I lost him in the end!"
Three children?
Tang Ji's eyes narrowed slightly. The girl being held by her father might be her sister. As for the child on the old man's back... Thinking of this, he suddenly made a bold assumption.