I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Several branches of pear blossoms protruded from the wall of Fu's house, and some white and tender small flower buds have faintly arched out among the crisp leaf buds.

There is a car parked under the shadow of the flower branch.

It doesn't look big, there is only an elderly servant girl standing beside the sedan chair, holding her breath.

Silk clothes, emerald jade hairpins, servants of rich families.

Su Yao took a few steps closer, and there were faint sobbing sounds from inside the carriage.

Just as he was wondering, a clear and shrill cry suddenly came from the Fu residence, the voice of a middle-aged man full of spirit.

"...My son is only in his twenties this year. He is full of vigor. He is just at the age of ignorance. How can he know the seriousness! He must not have intentions, certainly not! Please hold your hand high, please save him—"

The voice was extremely miserable, and it was quite heartbroken.

As if it's not a good thing.

Su Yao fell silent.

He seems to have come at an inopportune time.

Before he could think about it, he was about to leave in a hurry when the door of the Fu residence suddenly opened.

Uncle Wu pushed and pulled a tear-stained man out of the door. This man looked over forty, with big arms and round waist, fat head and big ears. He just grabbed the threshold of Fu Ling's house desperately, crying to himself: "That's right." Just a word! Just a word, I beg you to send a word to your lord, I beg you, I will do it for you..."

"Hey, you can go quickly, my son has already said..."

Uncle Wu was breaking his hand when he suddenly saw Su Yao by mistake.

Su Yao also happened to meet his gaze.

Isn't this embarrassing?

Su Yao was about to pretend he didn't see anything, nodded and left quickly, but Uncle Wu suddenly yelled casually.

Suddenly, two strong servants came out from nowhere, and grabbed the man one by one.

Uncle Wu trotted over: "Boss Su."

Su Yao had no choice but to stand still, watching Uncle Wu put on a cheerful smile in an instant.

Uncle Wu smiled eagerly: "Did Boss Su come here specially to find our young master?"

Su Yao paused, and tried to put on a nonchalant smile: "The engraving workshop sent the first volume of "Jiangshan Yiye Knife", and I will show it to Mr. Fu."

After all, he took out a book from his pocket.

"Boss Su has worked hard." Uncle Wu took it respectfully, first praised him politely, and then invited him, "Boss Su, come in and have a cup of tea. I haven't seen you for a long time."

...not that long.

Su Yao took a look at the chaotic Fu's house, especially the disheveled middle-aged man who was thrown out of the door, and put on an awkward but polite professional smirk: "Thank you, Uncle Wu. But I have something urgent to do in the shop, next time Come talk to Mr. Fu again."

Uncle Wu seemed to glance at the man in a state of embarrassment, and quickly concealed his disgust, saying earnestly, "Then let's talk about it next time. I'll keep this book for now, and I'll call you back in two days."

Su Yao nodded and left in a hurry.

He took a few steps quickly, turned around the alley, and before he had time to wonder what he had seen today, a person suddenly rushed from behind him.

She is a woman with a beautiful hairpin and full eyes.

The woman trotted over and knelt down behind Su Yao with a plop, then grabbed the corner of Su Yao's robe and began to cry loudly.

Su Yao was really taken aback.

She looked 40 years old, her eyes were red and swollen, her face was full of tears, she kept crying and howling, holding Su Yao tightly in her hand: "Mr. Su, please go and give Mr. Fu a word. See my master, who will save my son..."

Su Yao couldn't help but froze.

what is this...

Neither is Su Yaofu, he can't walk anymore.

But the woman got more and more excited, raised her head and grabbed Su Yao's sleeve, and cried with disheveled hair: "Mr. Su! Mr. Su, Uncle Wu is so polite to you, you must be a person who can talk... I just ask you to go Tell him, please let him see my master!"

She was sobbing, wondering what she was thinking, and said anxiously: "I don't see... It's okay if I don't see you. You know Mr. Fu, but do you still know his second brother? Let me tell you, my son was really wronged. 25. He is still young! What does he know! I only have one son... My son is gone, how should I live..."

This must be the person in the sedan chair just now, and the man's family.

She spoke incoherently, and Su Yao couldn't understand what she said, and couldn't get in, so she could only see her crying loudly.

Fortunately, there are few portals around, and no one pays attention.

She was crying so badly, Su Yao couldn't stand still, and was about to lean over to help her, but the woman straightened up suddenly, stretched out her hands to grab Su Yao's arms, and wept endlessly: "Master Su, please do me a favor... "

She had used some kind of powder on her body, and she had an unusual smell. Su Yao suddenly let the smell wash over her body, and suddenly turned her head and coughed.

The original owner had allergic asthma, and was tortured by years of coughing, so he couldn't bear the pungent smell of incense powder at all.Su Yao gasped for breath immediately, coughing up tears, wanted to take the medicine bag to press it, moved a little, but her arms were tightly bound by the woman.

He felt oppressed and painful in his chest, and his whole body was weak. He was dizzy from coughing, couldn't breathe and couldn't speak, and felt extremely uncomfortable for a while.

Just as he was struggling to pull one hand away, the crying stopped abruptly.

The woman whimpered suddenly, as if her mouth was blocked by something, Su Yao let go of her hand, and fumbled for the medicine bag from her bosom.

It seemed that someone was supporting him on one side, Su Yao couldn't help leaning on him, hurriedly covered the medicine bag on his mouth and nose, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before he recovered his breath.

He pressed his chest and calmed down for a long time before his breathing changed from rapid to slow, and his weight became lighter.

Su Yao didn't realize until it was clear before his eyes that the person beside him was one of Caicai's strong domestic servants.

The man was very polite, he only held his arm firmly, lowered his eyebrows and nodded without raising his eyes.

And Fu Ling was standing a foot away, his eyes were deep and cold.

The woman was pinned down by another servant, unable to struggle at all, while the man who had just seen Fu Ling's face was already shaking like chaff at the side.

The scene was silent for a moment, Su Yao regained his breath and tried to speak, but Fu Ling looked over and said, "Is it better?"

Fu Ling's eyes were dim, but his tone was gentle.

Su Yaoshun calmed down, nodded, and tried to open her mouth again: "No...it's okay."

Fu Ling's expression moved slightly, but he didn't come forward, but told the servant on the side: "Send Boss Su home well."

The servant replied respectfully: "Yes."

Fu Ling's tone was low, and he said again: "Be careful."

The servant obviously shivered and became more respectful: "Yes."

Only then did Fu Ling look at Su Yao: "Today my clothes are stained with agarwood fragrance, so I can't send you off. I'll see you some other day."

"Do not worry about it."

After Su Yao gasped for a while, she became more and more confused, and just followed his words: "The ordinary fragrance is not bad, it doesn't matter at all, just now..."

Fu Ling glanced coldly at the gray-faced woman, his eyes were cold.

The man at the side said tremblingly: "Is it a clumsy thorn or not..."

Fu Ling interrupted in a deep voice: "Let them go."

"Fu..." The man panicked, but before he could speak, he was restrained.

Su Yao didn't see where the person appeared, and the servant beside him said in a low voice: "Master Su, the master ordered me to send you back."

Only then did Su Yao come back to his senses. Thinking back to what happened just now, he didn't want to stay any longer, so he turned around quickly.

They all forgot to say hello and farewell to Fu Ling.

He walked a few steps before he thought of this point, and was about to turn around, but the servant blocked his sight.

The servant bowed and spoke in a calm and respectful manner: "It's windy outside, the young master is not in good health, go back early."

Su Yao paused and had no choice but to leave.

The man was half a step behind him all the way, quietly sent Su Yao home, handed Su Yao to Qi Bo with his own hands, and then simply explained and left respectfully.

Qi Bo was naturally scared out of his wits.

Pulling Su Yao for a while to check, seeing that he was fine after all, he still refused to let it go: "Please ask Doctor Bai to come and see again some other day."

Su Yao spent a lot of effort to comfort him, lying on the bed at night, Fang felt that this matter was strange.

Fu Ling's cold expression appeared before his eyes again.

The candlelight was panicked, Su Yao held the corner of the quilt and was stunned for a while.

This Mr. Fu, it seems that he is not some down-and-out concubine.

Su Yao only felt that this person was full of mysteries, and he couldn't understand it clearly, but curiosity was nothing but curiosity, and he didn't feel too entangled after a night's sleep.

Anyway, guessing and guessing are not accurate.

He slept well, and when he got up early in the morning, he saw Xie Lang's servant.

The man handed over a message: "My young master will come to see Boss Su at Sishi tomorrow."

It seems that Linniang's matter is well arranged.

Su Yao was slightly apprehensive, and could only force herself to calm down.

What are you afraid of? To retire, not to get married.

But when he saw Xie Lang the next day, he was still teased: "Your clothes don't seem to mean refusing. I'm afraid Lin Niang didn't have any intentions in the first place, so she took a look at you and fell in love with you."

Su Yao complained softly: "Qi Bo arranged for it."

Xie Lang smiled softly: "Qi Bo has good eyesight, I'm afraid it's not just Linniang, the rest..."

Su Yao glanced at him, and smiled maliciously: "Peach blossoms are in full bloom in spring, Brother Xie is a talented person, maybe a few flowers can fall on his head?"

Hearing this, Xie Lang first smiled sadly, then thought of something, just looked at Su Yao, smiled without saying a word.

Su Yao was puzzled.

Xie Lang only said softly: "Let's go, it's late and crowded, the good seats I picked are all gone."

In March Shangsi, the custom of Qiongjiang outing is a tradition in old Beijing.

The crowd is real.To say it was crowded would be an exaggeration.

Spring is born, and Qiongjiang River flows around the southeast of the old capital. Along the bank, willows are emerald and peaches are red, birds are singing and swallows are singing, accompanied by colorful silk brocades, it is really very lively.

Enjoying the spring, the rich and noble family has long had servants occupying a good position, and the paving is neat, and the poor have a bunch of rushes, or directly find a shade of a tree, and sit on the ground, which is also comfortable.

Xie Lang naturally belongs to the former.

He came from a wealthy family and had no intention of becoming an official, so he went to Qingshi Academy to give lectures due to his reputation for talent and learning. Lu Shan grew up generously and earned a lot of money every year.

Su Yao rubbed against his light, able to sit in a pavilion on a high ground, away from the crowds, and able to see the red flowers, willows and greenery in his eyes.

It's just not in vain, Su Yao took out peach blossom cakes, red bean cakes, and yam cakes, and arranged a table full of desserts.

Among them, peach blossom crisps are the most exquisite, wrapped in oil skin, filled with salted egg yolk, added with red yeast rice to make a pink and tender color, kneaded into the shape of five-petal peach blossoms, bite off, crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, Sweet and salty, fragrant but not greasy.

Xie Lang said in a low voice: "We came early, Niang Lin will be there in a while, and I'll be waiting behind you. Let's talk, then call me, I..."

He was talking, but smiled: "If you say Cao Cao Cao Cao arrives, then it is Linniang."

Xie Lang picked up a plate of pastries and led them away. Su Yao followed his gaze and saw a bright girl walking up the bluestone steps.

Linniang is tall and slender, wearing a long skirt embroidered with peach blossom branches all over, and when she moves, she is as bright as a haze, and her face is shining.

But Su Yao was not in the mood to admire Linniang's looks.

Talk about retiring when they first meet.

He was really nervous.

He saw that Linniang had already walked up the mountain, and she could come in just by going around the bluestone. When his heart was beating wildly, he suddenly saw another beautiful woman rushing up on the bluestone steps.