I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Su Yao didn't know what book it was.

There are about five or six volumes of books, and they are neatly stacked, which is also a thick stack.It's just that there is no book title on the dark blue cover, and it looks brand new, which is really strange.

But Qi Bo would bring books with him, which is very strange in itself.

Su Yao picked up a book, opened it and glanced at it, then froze suddenly.

Ah Yan still poked his head: "What book is it? Young Master, show me too."

As soon as he got closer, Su Yao closed the book with a "snap".

Ah Yan frowned in confusion, Su Yao could only force a smile: "...there is a free book, don't read it."

I was in a hurry to pack my schoolbag again.

Ah Yan was even more puzzled.

Because Su Yao looked extremely cramped, the tips of his ears were slightly red.

But Ah Yan is a good boy, and Su Yao refused to tell, so he stopped asking.

There was a moment of silence in the spacious compartment, the sound of wheels rolling over the road.

Ah Yan glanced at Su Yao: "My lord..."

Su Yao was taken aback for a moment before returning to his senses: "Huh?"

A Yan paused: "Master, you have been holding that bag of books, aren't you tired?"

Su Yao seemed to have just realized it, and suddenly threw the small package away.

Su Yao's panic was written all over his face.

Ah Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, so he had to find a topic to divide his mind first: "My lord, can't I mend the clothes I wore last time?"

That day when I went to the temple fair of Daci'an Temple, I put Ah Yan at Mrs. Zhu's house for dinner, Ah Yan's cuff was accidentally scratched, and there was a long hole.

Su Yao said: "I sent it to the shop in our workshop, but the master tailor said that the stitching is too bad, I'm afraid it won't be good to wear it again, so forget it."

Seeing Ah Yan again silently: "Do you like that dress?"

Ah Yan shook his head: "Not really, I just feel it's a pity."

Su Yao smiled: "It's still my old clothes, what's the pity? I accidentally hung them, and there's nothing I can do. I'll take you to make new ones someday."

Ah Yan hesitated slightly: "I don't think it was accidental." After a pause, he raised his head again: "I think Hua Niang deliberately hooked it up for me."

Su Yao smiled: "What kind of talk is this? You are a decent person, what do you do if you ruin your clothes?"

Ah Yan was silent again, for a while, but only rolled up his cuffs: "She is here to see this."

There are three conspicuous scars on Ah Yan's right forearm.

Su Yao has always known, but now he is only puzzled: "Why?"

Ah Yan looked at Su Yao: "I told you, you can't tell others."

Seeing him solemnly, Su Yao was inexplicably nervous for a while.

Although the driver was Cheng An, he couldn't hear him, but Ah Yan didn't tell the truth after all.

He just pursed his lips: "In fact, I still remember a little bit about what happened at home. I was a liar before, and my parents didn't die of illness. They...offended someone and were killed by their enemies. I escaped, It was picked up by human teeth."

Su Yao was stunned for a moment, then saw Ah Yan touching the scar on his cuff, and said in a low voice, "It was a plum blossom-shaped red birthmark here. I was afraid that my enemies would find me again, so I would cut it open myself. I was afraid it was too deliberate. Open the other two covers."

Su Yao was silent, only to hear Ah Yan continue: "I also have a piece on my back. I wanted to cut it too, but Renyazi took many of us children on the road. In the hot weather, my arm was bleeding and festering, and I had a high fever. I was almost killed. Once the tooth is thrown away, I dare not move it again."

"Later, I sold many owners' houses, and it was difficult to work with a wound on my back, so I never scratched again."

Ah Yan is young, but his background is quite pitiful.

Su Yao sighed, and hugged him, Ah Yan leaned on Su Yao's shoulder, but tugged on Su Yao's sleeve: "Master, I don't want to go to Zhu Niangzi's house anymore, okay?"

"Do you think Hua Niang came to seek revenge on you?"

Su Yao recollected the experience, and still felt quite strange, "But you were still very young at the time, even if your parents offended someone, it wouldn't be like this. What kind of deep hatred is there? After so many years, you still have to come and marry me Are you seeking revenge?"

Ah Yan closed his eyes.

Flesh and blood are close relatives, blood feuds are deep.

It was inconvenient for him to explain, so he just said: "I'm afraid. Young Master, just think I'm thinking too much, I don't want to see her again."

Su Yao's heart ached for a moment, so he just responded.

Patting him on the shoulder comfortingly, seeing him look up again, he said softly: "This time I went to Mr. Fu's other courtyard. I asked Qi Bo, and he said that it is not far from us... the land of the son's house. The son asked me to stay here." Is it okay to play there for two days?"

Su Yao was full of affection, nodded, and then corrected: "It's our family's land. Your name is Su Yan, and you are my younger brother."

Ah Yan leaned in Su Yao's arms, hugged Su Yao's waist, his eyes were sore.

He closed his eyes silently, and buried his face on Su Yao's shoulder.

This is the last time.

Unfortunately, he is not Su Yan.

He is leaving.

Ah Yan has been hiding in Tibet since he was a child, and his intuition is extremely keen.

Hua Niang must know something, before she was found out, before he caused trouble for Su Yao, and before Dongshan was sparsely populated, she hurriedly left the old capital.

Once he left, he would never see Su Yao again.

Ah Yan wanted to cry.

I just tried my best to suppress my sadness.

Ah Yan was not in a good mood, Su Yao only felt that the car was stuffy, and when he opened the curtain, he saw that the sky was dark, with layers of cumulus clouds piled on top of the branches and treetops, and the dull sound of cicadas chirping all around .

He lifted the curtain to let in the wind, but a horse with a red mane came quickly from behind.

The car was not going fast, Fu Ling grabbed the reins and rode leisurely on the horse: "I thought Boss Su was asleep."

Although Fu Ling is quite dignified, he usually walks slowly with a fan in hand, like a proud scribe.

Su Yao first thought that he could not ride a horse.

At this time, he was sitting astride a tall horse, his figure was tall and straight, his eyebrows were flying, and the leaves in the forest fluttered around him, showing a somewhat wanton and free and easy demeanor.

With Fu Gezi's demeanor all over his body, he went out to deceive little girls, and he appointed one to deceive the other.

... You should be able to deceive the young master.

When Su Yao thought about this, the picture that he saw just now suddenly appeared in his mind, which was the sitting posture.

He was flustered for a moment, and hurriedly staggered his eyes, from the tips of his ears to his cheeks were scorching hot.

Fu Ling immediately raised his eyebrows: "Is that how good-looking I am?"

Su Yao brushed and put down the car curtain.

For a moment, my whole heart was pounding, and I calmed down for a while, then looked at the book complainingly——

It's just a hot spring, what is Qibo thinking?

In fact, the old steward of Dongshan Bieyuan also thought of what Qi Bo was thinking.

When he saw Su Yao, his whole face was full of enthusiastic smiles.

The name of Fu Ling's house was chosen very casually and generously.It was built on Dongshan in the outskirts of old Beijing, and it is called Dongshan Bieyuan.

The old steward, surnamed Meng, has helped the Fu family manage the other courtyard and Tangquan Pool here for many years.

He heard a letter a few days ago saying that the eldest son was going to bring people to Tangquan Pond, he was stunned for a long time before he smiled, and hastily ordered the upper and lower areas to be cleaned up and down.

The bedding is all new.

How rare, the Eldest Young Master is actually enlightened.

Old Master Fu and his wife passed away many years ago, the eldest son was not concerned about the marriage, except for Song Jinneng who urged him a few times, the rest of them dared not speak out.

Guanshi Meng has always known that his eldest son has high vision. When he was a child, he would pick beads and stitches when playing with cloth tigers. After waiting for many years, he has never seen the eldest son by his side. He almost accepts that the eldest son will die alone for the rest of his life.

He was worried that he would not be able to explain to Master Fu when he went underground in the future, but he suddenly heard that the eldest son had brought someone.

Still a top-notch beauty.

It just looks a little thin.

Manager Meng nodded, no wonder he brought people to the hot spring.

When Su Yao and others arrived at Dongshan Bieyuan, there was already a strong wind in the forest.

Su Yao looked down from the halfway up the mountain, and the waves in the forest were churning, which startled a large number of birds.

The summer rain is rushing, and three or two white beads roll down in a blink of an eye.

Manager Meng helped the man get out of the car, and carefully put on a cloak: "Young Master Su, be careful not to catch a cold."

Guanshi Meng took a step back, and Fu Ling stepped forward to straighten the neckline with him, and tied the azure ribbon on him: "Put some on, it's still far away."

Another glance at Guanshi Meng: "The color is pretty nice."

Manager Meng lowered his head and smiled pleasingly.

Guanshi Meng has no other specialties, he is caring and considerate.

The eldest son finally brought someone, so he has to take good care of it, maybe it will be done!

Su Yao also hurriedly thanked: "I'm sorry to bother you, I'm going to stay for a few days, please make arrangements with Manager Meng."

Don't bother, don't bother, it's best if you stay here and don't leave.

Manager Meng said a few polite words, and looked at Su Yao, the more he looked at him, the more pleasing he was.

A steady young man led the way, while Guan Shi took a step behind and bumped into Uncle Wu quietly: "You really didn't lie to me. With this temperament and appearance, where did the eldest son kidnap you?"

Uncle Wu hugged the heavy cinnamon and raised his eyelids: "You haven't got it yet, so be careful."

"I know, I have asked the people around the eldest son several times about the diet and daily life, and I am sure there is nothing wrong with it."

Meng Guanshi smiled, and whispered again, "I looked through the calendar yesterday, and the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month is a good day. Have you inquired about her horoscope, she looks younger than my son, you say..."

The only shortcoming of Guanshi Meng is that he is too impatient.

Uncle Wu had no choice but to walk to the small courtyard of the bedroom after listening to him chanting the horoscope of the lunar calendar.

The rain became more and more severe, and a stone plaque at the gate of the courtyard was washed spotless.

The name of the small courtyard is engraved on the stone plaque, Zhuyin Xiaoyuan.

Fu Ling glanced at Su Yao: "Does it look good? My second brother wrote it."

Su Yao looked up: "Master Fu?"

Fu Ling paused: "Master Fu."

Su Yao nodded, and looked carefully at the word "Mei" again, approving: "Master Xiao Fu is really young and promising, with outstanding talents."

He raised his eyes and smiled: "I see that the handwriting in the other courtyard is the same, are they all written by Mr. Xiao Fu?"

Fu Ling paused again, seeing the bright appreciation in Su Yao's eyes, he suddenly regretted mentioning this sentence.

He reluctantly nodded, and added: "I can write better than him."

Guanshi Meng secretly smiled behind him, and Su Yao asked, "Why didn't Mr. Fu write it?"

Fu Ling spoke confidently: "I'm too lazy to write."

Row.

For good reason.

Su Yao followed Fu Ling all the way to the courtyard, and saw that the courtyard was full of tall and tall green bamboos, rustling in the wind and rain.

It is cool and cool, except for a few scorching pomegranate flowers under the window.

Elegant and chic.

It is in line with Mr. Fu's taste.

"Young Master lives in the main room, Young Master Su lives in the East Wing, and Young Master Su lives in the West Wing."

Manager Meng pointed to Su Yao from a distance, "There is a kitchen in the small courtyard, Mr. Su can also cook something."

So thoughtful.

Su Yao thanked you again and again, but Meng Guanshi just smiled kindly: "My lord, take a rest first, Mr. Pei will arrive later today. After Mr. Pei shows you to me, decide how and how long to soak, and then take you there Look at Tangquan Pond."

Everyone around Fu Ling is like this, they are polite and polite but very enthusiastic.

Su Yao thanked again with a smile before entering the room.

Cheng An took a step ahead, his luggage was basically packed, he was only holding the small package Qi Bo gave him: "Just now someone came and said that the young master left it on the car."

Cheng An showed the same curiosity as Ah Yan: "What is this?"

Su Yao stopped him: "It's nothing!"

He took the small package over, hid it behind his back, and took another step back: "...it's nothing, just some idle books, paintings...the original text."

Cheng An was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "...The young master put it away by himself?"

"I'll just let it go, you go and rest."

Su Yao pretended to be normal and smiled, seeing the person walking away, she let out a silent sigh of relief.

He held the small package, feeling hot for a moment.

I don't know where to put it, so I just hugged it first and looked around.

This is an extremely exquisite room, with treasure curtains and silver hooks and small painted screens.

The curtains and curtains are all faint organdy, but they are all silvery red, thin and hazy.

But it also reveals a little charm.

Su Yao only said that the pearl light is light crimson, which looks very luxurious, and then looked at the decorations.

The decorations in the room are all in pairs.

A pair of mandarin ducks, a pair of koi, a pair of tabby cats, even clay sculptures of peony are a pair...

Su Yao inexplicably felt hot on the ground, and looked at the bedding again.

...Pulsatilla.

Still a pair.

Su Yao was holding a pack of books corresponding to this scene, and suddenly felt hotter.

He was visiting someone else's house, so naturally he couldn't pick and choose.

Besides, this ornament was not arranged by him, it was the book that mattered.

Su Yao blamed Qi Bo again helplessly, and began to look for a safe place to collect books.

Cheng An can enter his house, Ah Yan can enter, and Pei Yi can enter.

Su Yao looked over and over, and finally his eyes fell on the bed.

It seems that it is safest to put it under the quilt.

Su Yao tucked the book under the mattress, and when he was going to lie down to rest at night, Fang felt panicked.

Su Yao had no choice but to pull out the book again.

The candle flames were frightened, and after being sifted through the thin curtain, only a layer of soft light remained.

The rain was still gurgling outside the window, Su Yao took one of the books, and began to panic for no reason.

To be honest, he was really curious.