The shopkeeper carried a pottery pot, put down two milky white porcelain bowls, and filled them for Cai Xianqing.
"Master Cai, you haven't had tea with me for a long time. There was a flood recently, so I thought you wouldn't come." The tea master threw the rag over his shoulder, leaned against the table, and chatted with him.
stand up.
"I was just on my way to visit Laolang'an. Don't let the Qinhuai River flood all my important belongings!" Cai Xianqing laughed, brought the tea to her mouth, and took a sip.
"Not bad! It still tastes the same!" He patted his thigh and praised.
"Speaking of which, Mr. Wei may not come to have tea and play chess for a long time... I am getting old, and my brain hurts when I play chess, and I can't calm down, so I simply sent the chessboard to my grandson."
"Oh, in a blink of an eye, you are now considered an ancestor?" Cai Xianqing was filled with emotion.
"What's so great about this!" the tea master said with a smile, "What about you? You didn't find a young girl?"
"I'm in my fifties, why do I bring trouble to others? I'll just live my life like this!" Cai Xianqing took another sip of tea and asked, "When didn't Mr. Wei come?"
"Since that Yang... what is Yang?" The store owner's memory was blurred.
"Yang Huaisheng." Cai Xianqing blurted out.
"Yes...Yang Huaisheng...Yang Huaisheng..." The store owner looked at the Huaiqing Bridge in the distance and muttered the name silently.
"After his death, Mr. Wei rarely came here... He must be afraid of stirring up some sad things and making him feel unhappy."
Cai Xianqing glanced at the street next to him, which was washed away extremely clean by the rain. The traces of the three of them walking through the noisy and lively crowd seemed to be still clearly visible and vivid in his mind. Unfortunately, the street was empty at this time, Wei Huai
His energy was also exhausted, and the entire city of Nanjing seemed to have lost its soul.
"Forget it," he drank the tea in one gulp, "Let's talk about your business."
"My business?" the shopkeeper smiled bitterly, "I originally started a small business, but after a lot of troubles, I almost lost my business! There have been fewer customers recently, otherwise... I won't do this business!"
"No!" Cai Xianqing said hurriedly, "You are really short of money, I will give it to you! How can you do it without a place to have tea?"
"Any support from you will be a blessing to me! But I don't accept windfalls. This is not a good thing." The shopkeeper took off the rag again, "No more chatting, there is still work to do!"
"Wait, wait," Cai Xianqing suddenly grabbed his arm, "Do you have paper and pen here?"
"You can have it if you want it." The store owner walked to the counter, tore off a piece of jute paper from the accounting book, took out a pen from the pen holder, and handed it to Cai Xianqing.
"With all due respect, I would like to ask Master Cai what he wants to write about?"
Cai Xianqing clutched her pen, smiled at him and said, "I'm really sorry. This matter is of great importance and we must not let outsiders know about it."
After hearing this, the shopkeeper stepped back knowingly and stopped looking here.
Cai Xianqing drank tea without any distractions and started writing. After a while, he drank all the tea in the pot, and then he put down his pen and finished writing.
He looked around suspiciously, then stuffed the jute paper into his bag. Cai Xianqing stood up, took the pen, walked to the counter, called to the tea master, "I'll pay you this back, I should go."
The shopkeeper turned around and took the pen with a smile.
"Help you have a safe journey!" he shouted to Cai Xianqing.
"You have to run this tea shop well and don't let Nanjing lose its soul again!" Cai Xianqing bowed from a distance and walked onto the Huaiqing Bridge.
As he left the Qinhuai River, people gradually gathered, showing a prosperous scene that was completely different from the Qinhuai River area. Amidst the noise, he slowly walked to the prefect's Yamen and stopped in front of the stone lion.
Cai Xianqing paced a few times, looked up at the sky, spread her fingers and silently calculated the time when Ye Yongjia would leave the Yamen, and prepared to hand the jute paper used to inform Ye Yongjia personally to Ye Yongjia's hands.
But after waiting for a while, no one was in sight, so he leaned next to the stone lion and looked anxiously at the Yamen.
A gust of autumn wind suddenly passed by, making the trees rustle for a long time. Cai Xianqing seemed to be surprised by something in the sound of the wind. He quickly stood up and looked around nervously, trying to find some clues.
The wind stopped instantly, but there was still a cold, terrifying aura behind it, similar to murderous intent.
Someone must be watching! He wiped the cold sweat from his face and thought.
Who could that person be? Cai Xianqing thought for a while, and it could only be Wei Chong. Except for Wei Chong, no one would happen to appear next to the Yamen. But no matter who was standing there, his behavior would definitely make him escape.
The name Wan Heshun is not allowed.
Cai Xianqing first restrained his panic and wanted to reorganize his thoughts.
Why on earth did he bring the matter of the dyeing shop to Ye Yongjia? Very simple, of course, it was to completely get rid of the despicable actor industry and satisfy his soaring ambition. This is something Wan Heshun can never do. Although he
He has the power to overwhelm the sky with his hands and eyes, but it is just a tool to consolidate the foundation. Staying with this prince, apart from the "inexhaustible" wealth, there is probably no place where he can make a living.
Cai Xianqing is satisfied.
Therefore, he could not simply escape and settle the matter hastily.
Getting back to the subject, the next thing to consider is the figure of the peeping person who is standing in the shadows and very close at hand. He understands that once discovered, the consequences will be death without a burial place.
But what if this person is Wei Chong? Then the answer may not be so clear. During the time Cai Xianqing spent with Wei Chong, he understood this person's temperament. This is a person who will do anything for his own selfish interests.
, even willing to give up his life for it. According to his eclectic mentality, there is nothing better than welcoming Lu Fangxuan back to the capital.
But after all, Cai Xianqing is not a roundworm in his belly. He is just guessing like a charade. He is not sure of Wei Chong's psychology. What if...
"Your Majesty, the magistrate is coming out of the yamen! The rest of the people are waiting to leave quickly!" the yamen servants stood at the door and shouted.
What if? There is no such thing as a chance! If you want to make a career in this world, how can you be sure of everything and be sure of victory?
His mind was racing rapidly. He looked up and saw that Ye Yongjia had already taken one foot out. He mustered up the courage, touched his robe, adjusted his appearance, took out the thin piece of jute paper, and stuffed it under the stone lion's feet.
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"Who are you? If you are interested, go away quickly and don't disturb the magistrate!" The Yamen servant suddenly saw Cai Xianqing's silhouette and shouted loudly.
He turned around, feeling confident, and suddenly became angry: "You don't have eyes, how dare you yell at Mr. Cai!"