A Qi

About a quarter of an hour later, Liang Rufeng came back from the court. In Guangling City today, it was the season of heavy snow and goose feathers. Walking outside once, the whole body was covered with chills.Liang Rufeng went directly to An Rong's residence, the quiet and elegant Yifeng Pavilion, against the air-conditioning all over his body.

An Rong was sitting on a solid round wooden bench, staring at the screen not far away, so engrossed that he didn't even notice that anyone was walking beside him.

"What are you thinking about?" Liang Rufeng took off his brocade scarf, hung it on the hanger casually, rubbed his hands against the fire by the stove, and warmed up a little.

Withdrawing her thoughts, An Rong raised her head and glanced at Liang Rufeng, then she retracted her eyes, her long eyelashes covered her eyes, making it impossible to see his expression at the moment.

Liang Rufeng felt that something was wrong with this person, "What's going on today?"

An Rong looked at the screen, "I really like the poems inscribed."

Liang Rufeng was very happy, as if offering a treasure to please the beauty, "I read this poem you wrote before, and privately speculated that you must love this poem very much, so I ordered someone to make this screen. However, this The poems are gorgeous and colorful, I really never thought that you would like to read this kind of boudoir-like poems with your bland temperament."

An Rong smiled, "If you like it, you like it, how can you play with people's temperament."

Liang Rufeng babbled again and again, An Rong occasionally responded.

"That person's name is Ah Qi."

After a long time, Liang Rufeng finally asked about Ah Qi's affairs, his eyes were deep, and he firmly grasped every movement of An Rong.He must be skeptical in his heart, suspicious of An Rong.

An Rong didn't shy away from his scrutiny at all, and faced him very calmly, without any nervousness on his face, and said frankly, "You know."

Liang Rufeng raised his eyebrows, "Know what?"

An Rong felt it was funny, and he didn't mind the cumbersome drama of asking questions knowingly, "You should know his name, where he lived, and who he had frequent contacts with during his lifetime."

"I just mentioned it casually." Liang Rufeng's serious expression eased, and he poked the stove a few times with a poker, "It's been so long, and it's my fault, why did I remember it again today."

"Master Xiangguo should ask clearly today, so as not to suspect me again in a few days."

"What nonsense."

An Rong feigned anger, "He was quite close to me during his lifetime, so I should be brought into the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice for trial."

"Okay, okay, I'm talking too much today. Your mouth can't tell you."

This matter is probably over, just a few words, although Liang Rufeng has not completely shelved it in his heart, but he will probably not mention it again for a while.

Changing the topic, Liang Rufeng asked considerately, "Is everything sorted out?"

An Rong replied truthfully, "Well, it's fine, I don't have many things."

"On weekdays, when I'm idle and bored, I just walk around the mansion. The mansion is not too big, but it's not too small. There are still places to enjoy flowers and play with fish."

"Can I go to the study?"

Liang Rufeng paused, and then said, "There are so many books prepared for you in your room, it's not enough for you to read."

An Rong could hear the displeasure in this man's words, so he stopped talking, but he was also roughly sure that there must be something very important in Liang Rufeng's study.

On the fourth day after moving to Liang's mansion, An Rong finally met the rumored Mrs. Liang, who was Liang Rufeng's main house.

On that day, An Rong wanted to turn around casually, walked west from Yifeng Pavilion, and passed through the veranda, but saw a woman with a woman's hair in a bun. There was very little decoration on her head, only a hairpin was inserted randomly, The dress is not gorgeous, but it is vaguely cold, and there is only one maid by her side.

I wanted to turn around and leave, but the woman still found out.An Rong speculates privately that this is probably the mistress of Cuizhuxuan.

The woman approached slowly, An Rong nodded slightly, she didn't say anything, but the maid next to her said something, "Who are you? You don't kneel down when you see Madam."

The woman opened her mouth, her voice was cold, "An Ning, let's go."

From the beginning to the end, he never asked An Rong a word. An Rong looked at her back and was a little dazed. This Mrs. Liang was far beyond his expectations, as if her whole body was full of enigmas.

When eating in the evening, Liang Rufeng accompanied An Rong as usual.

"I saw your wife today."

Hearing this, Liang Rufeng was obviously displeased, "Oh, then what?"

An Rong didn't let go of every change in his expression, "She ignored me and just passed me by. You said, why isn't she curious about a strange man appearing in the house?"

Liang Rufeng sneered, "There are few things she cares about in this world, except for that crazy woman."

An Rong did not give up, "What crazy woman?"

Liang Rufeng's expression darkened, "You talk too much today."

An Rong didn't make a sound, and continued to eat. The man beside him seemed to lose his appetite in an instant because of his question. After taking a few mouthfuls, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, and walked out without saying hello. Yifeng Pavilion.

Hearing the sound of footsteps walking away, An Rong's mouth curled up into a smile. It seemed that the Liang Mansion had hidden a lot of things, and he would slowly pierce every layer of window paper.

It's mid-December, and the city of Guangling is snowing heavily.

Zhao Minglang appeared in the Changchun Courtyard in a dark suit, Aunt Mei went up to him nervously and cautiously, her two hands covered with bright red Danko flicked on Zhao Minglang's body for a while, flicking off the snowflakes on his body.

"Stop messing around, Mr. Ling is on top."

Aunt Mei's smile froze for an instant, and then forced out an embarrassing smile, "Hua Ling...he's not here right now."

"Not here? There is so much snow, where is he going?"

"This……"

Zhao Minglang stared straight at Aunt Mei, and Aunt Mei was very apprehensive, which was really embarrassing for her, but at this juncture, she probably had to tell the truth.

"Hua Ling was picked up by Liang Xiangguo, Mr. Zhao, you also know that we cannot afford to offend the prime minister."

Zhao Minglang paused, "How long has he been in the Liang Mansion?"

"Almost... two months."

It turned out that it had been so long, if he hadn't happened to come to see An Rong today, he would have been kept in the dark.As a friend, he is good at everything, but he doesn't like to trouble others, and he doesn't discuss such a big matter with him.

At night, the surrounding area of ​​Liang Mansion was very quiet, Zhao Minglang set off smoke bombs, An Rong could hear the movement, but fortunately Liang Rufeng was already asleep.

"Brother Minglang."

"You are so kind, you even keep it from me."

"It's a matter of life and death, I don't want to involve you."

Zhao Minglang sighed, "Is there any trouble, and I didn't help you. Did you find anything?"

An Rong shook his head, "No, I've been to his study secretly many times, and I didn't find any evidence of Liang Huaishi collaborating with the enemy and traitorous country."

"Could it be that when that man died, his son burned all his father's things on fire?"

An Rong pondered, "According to what I know about Liang Rufeng, this person is quite radical. I guess he must have succeeded his father and continue to communicate with the Turkic people. However, I can't find any evidence for that right now."

Zhao Minglang patted An Rong's arm, "Be careful. If you need my help, just ask."

An Rong paused, pursed his lips, and finally made a sound after a while, "He's in Qingping Town, brother Minglang, go and see him for me."

Naturally, there are lovers in the world, Zhao Minglang had no choice but to agree, "Well, I will send my people to see him."

"Brother Minglang, I'm worried about my subordinates, so go and see him for me."

"Are you really in love with him?"

An Rong smiled bitterly, "He's fine. If I'd known earlier, he wouldn't have suffered so much. After the matter is over, I'll take him out of here. And... don't tell him that I'm in the Liang Manor."

Entrusted by his friend, Zhao Minglang went to Qingping Town the next day. The town is not big, and there are people coming and going, and it is quite lively. After looking around a few times, he found that person sitting cross-legged on the ground, tied with grass Grasshopper, surrounded by two or three small children.

Zhao Minglang didn't have many interactions with Ah Qi. In all fairness, he doesn't look down on this turtle slave. After An Rong's scholarly family, he is also a gentle and gentle son. Tolerance of grievances.But this person is also very capable, and he was able to fascinate An Rong like this.

"Aqi."

Hearing a familiar voice, Ah Qi slowly raised her head, and unexpectedly, it was that face.

"Master Zhao."

Zhao Minglang glanced at the straw stuff piled up in front of him, "I want all of these, how much is it?"

Ah Qi: "Fifty Wen."

Zhao Minglang took out a small purse of silver, threw it to Ah Qi, said that there was no need to look for it, and left without saying anything else.

Ah Qi opened the purse, took a rough look, it was about 100 taels, he couldn't take this money, so he ran up and returned the purse to Zhao Minglang.

"It's not my money, I don't want it."

Zhao Minglang really didn't want to have too much to do with this tortoise slave, and he came today purely for An Rong, who would have thought that this person would be so ignorant, and he didn't want to give him money.

"I'm not going to hide it from you. An Rong asked me to come and see you. You should treat the money as if he gave it to you."

Ah Qi shook her head, "I can't even take his money."

Looking at Ah Qi's firm eyes, Zhao Minglang suddenly felt that An Rong was a bit pitiful. The person he cared about didn't seem to care about him, and even felt a little disgusted with him?

"Don't pull it down." Zhao Minglang took back the money bag and left directly.

In the bitter wind, Ah Qi tightened the thin jacket on her body, staring at Zhao Minglang's leaving back for a long time.