The night is silent and the candlelight is as bright as a bean.
In the dimly lit room, Liu Qingqing sat there, feeling extremely uneasy as she looked at Lu Heng opposite, who was fiddling with the old abacus with a nonchalant expression.
There was a slight popping sound, and Liu Qingqing's hand holding the corner of her clothes couldn't help but tremble slightly.
I glanced at the gently dancing candlelight and realized it was the sound of an oil lamp.
"Uncle, why do you make this assumption?" Liu Qingqing bit her lip, raised her head, and asked softly with an uneasy look in her beautiful eyes.
Lu Heng stopped what he was doing and was about to say that the arrangement of the plan depends on your attitude or something like that. But the moment he turned his head, he saw the reluctant look in Liu Qingqing's eyes towards the Liu family.
There was also a body that was trembling slightly due to uneasiness.
I laughed and cursed myself in my heart. It happened to be the birthday of sister-in-law Qingqing. It was originally a beautiful and quiet night. I actually brought up this unappetizing topic at such an inappropriate time. It ruined the atmosphere. It was really, hey.
Lu Heng scratched his head, pushed the abacus aside, picked up the cold tea on the table, took a sip, and said vaguely: "Well, actually it's nothing. I just have nothing to do, so I asked you.
Ha, sister-in-law, just think this is a joke!"
Liu Qingqing's uneasy look finally dissipated, and she smiled happily. She lowered her head and said softly: "Since it's a joke, it's okay not to say it. But, I hope that such a situation will not happen! He,
After all, he is my biological father. Uncle, you, you think so!"
Lu Heng held the blue and white porcelain tea cup, looked at Liu Qingqing who lowered her eyebrows and spoke softly, shook her head and smiled. Then she buried her head in the tea in the cup, and while drinking tea, he answered hesitantly: "Well, it seems so!"
After getting this answer that was not satisfactory, but very satisfying, Liu Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief, pursed her lips and smiled, looked at Lu Heng who was working with the tea bowl, and said softly: "Uncle, you just wanted to scare me on purpose.
Come on!"
In the dim room, the weak lights were burning quietly. Liu Qingqing, who was sitting in front of her, had a bright smile, just like a fairy from the Moon Palace. The golden hairpin pendant on her high bun was shining brightly.
The night outside the window was quiet, and occasionally one or two cicadas chirped into the room. The scholar who was writing stopped for a moment, turned his head to look outside the window at the already deep night. Then he turned his eyes to the book on the table.
That piece of white paper covered with dense writing.
The dim yellow oil lamp has burned to the end, the red wick is leaning against the lamp, and the lazy flame is motionless. The faint green smoke floats from the bean-like light and disappears into the air.
The scholar sat in front of the table, writing neatly lines of himself on the white paper with the pen in his hand. Occasionally he stopped writing, frowning and meditating, and then continued writing with a smile on his face.
A long piece of ash fell from the wick leaning against the lamp, and the light swayed violently. The already dim light in the room became even dimmer.
The scholar stopped writing and put down his pen. He picked up a bamboo stick on the table and gently picked the wick. After raising the wick higher, the light in the room lit up again.
When the sound of the midnight watch was heard outside, the scholar finally stopped what he was doing. After putting the brush into the inkstone with little ink left, he shook his sore wrist.
Looking at the thick stack of white paper on the table, which was full of handwriting, the scholar attached the last page to it with a calm expression. He stood up with his sore waist in hand. He clearly pointed out the thick stack of white paper.
The planning plan was compacted, and then the manuscript papers were placed in the cabinet under the bed.
I hope it won't be necessary! The scholar gently locked the cabinet door with a lock, squatted there, and said to himself.
After doing all this, Lu Heng returned to the table, picked up the blackened bamboo stick, and gently picked out the wick.
The flickering lights went out instantly, and the room fell into darkness.
After the last ray of light between heaven and earth was extinguished, night finally enveloped Jiangning City.
In the early morning, a thin mist enveloped Jiangning City, and the bluestone road was still wet.
The weeping willows on the roadside are stained with dewdrops that have not yet evaporated. They are crystal clear and dazzling under the sunlight.
Amidst the laughter of the maids by the river, Lu Heng yawned, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and walked towards the palace.
"Master Lu is here!" At the gate of the palace, Li Er still had that bright smile.
Spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and the palace has turned into a garden full of flowers. The spring water is rippling in the pond, and beautiful goldfish are swimming around in the pond. Occasionally, the blooming flowers beside the pond drop a petal, and the goldfish gathered together in surprise suddenly
spread out.
Lu Heng stood by the pond. After looking at the little goldfish for a while, he threw the omnivorous food in his hand into the pond. He clapped his hands and walked towards the west courtyard.
"This brother..." At this time, a handsome young man walked in from the arch and came over. After seeing Lu Heng, he smiled and greeted Lu Heng with fists in his arms.
"After passing the door, turn left twenty feet!" Lu Heng turned around and glanced at the young master. He smiled and clasped his fists in return, then pointed at the arch behind him and said to the young master with a dull smile.
Turned around and left.
"Uh, oh, thank you, brother!" The young master watched Lu Heng leave in astonishment. He thanked him with a somewhat confused look, then lowered his head and hurried through the door.
Following the direction pointed by Lu Heng, after turning left twenty feet, the young master looked up and saw the hut in front of him, and he was suddenly stunned.
How did I get to the hut?
The door of the latrine opened with a creak, and Li Er walked out holding his pants and humming a tune.
Just as he was humming happily, he suddenly saw the young master standing at the door of the hut. He was so frightened that he forgot the tune of the ditty on the spot. He hurriedly picked up his pants, got out of the way, and stammered and asked: "Second, second young master,
You want to come too!"
The second young master coughed and nodded seriously: "That's exactly what I meant!"
Then, he walked towards the hut.
Damn it, I had no intention of going to the toilet.
The second young master, who had his back to Li Er, said to himself silently as he walked.
The scent of sandalwood wafting from the bronze crane incense burner filled the room.
Lu Heng sat at the table, put away his pen, and closed the last account book from last night. He stood up and stretched.
Then he walked to the bookshelf, took down a book, and read it for two nights. Suddenly he remembered the young man in white he had just seen in the garden. He shook his head and couldn't help but laugh.
Although he had never seen him before, Lu Heng could still tell at a glance that the young master just now should be the second young master of the palace.
Moreover, Lu Heng could actually guess the other party's intention.
The reason why he was sent away was because Lu Heng just wanted to be an ordinary accountant. As for other things, he had never thought about it.