I opened a bookstore in ancient times

As soon as Mr. Xiao Fu's words fell, Su Yao laughed.

The big pigeon was so angry that it pecked his forehead again: "You are still laughing at me along with him."

Su Yao just smiled and said, "I want to eat pigeon soup."

Fu Dage naturally doted on Boss Su, so he put all the blame on Xiao Fu.

Xiao Fu heard the door open, and immediately saw his brother's dark face.

Xiao Fu handed over the dinner plate: "Brother, I'll get out of here quickly."

Before Fu Ling could say anything, his second brother disappeared into the night.

In Fu Ling's hands, there was only a large stew pot, which contained delicious pigeon soup.

And a plump pigeon.

Fu Dage felt aggrieved.

It's cold outside, and the mid-autumn night has already incorporated some slight chill.

Fu Ling had no choice but to close the door, turned around and saw Su Yao's narrow smile.

Su Yao saw that Fu Ling barely scooped out half a small bowl of pigeon soup, then pursed his lips, reluctantly removed some meat from the big pigeon, picked up the small porcelain spoon, and said, "I'll feed you."

Su Yao smiled, then met Fu Gezi's dark eyes again: "Don't laugh at me."

Why are you so wronged?

The soup is very mellow, Su Yao swallowed two mouthfuls, and then said with a smile: "If Mr. Hetai doesn't delay the draft, won't he be stewed into pigeon soup?"

Fu Ling looked at him aggrievedly.

Su Yao secretly laughed.

I am not aggrieved as a reminder, but the writer is the first to feel pitiful.

Su Yao then reminded again: "The manuscript of the first volume of "One Leaf Knife in Jianghu" was handed in at the end of May. Mr. Hetai is not busy anymore, so remember to write some."

Fu Ling was still thinking about being busy for a while, so he just lay at home hugging beautiful women all day.

The beauty actually urged him to write the manuscript.

Fu Gezi gave another mouthful: "It's not that I don't want to write. I've finished this book in my head, and I'm happy. It's too troublesome to write it out."

Look at what the pigeon said.

The judges in old Beijing can't directly look at your brain, can they?

Let alone the other books, "One Leaf Knife of the Jianghu" has already been published, and it is really impossible to dig a hole and not fill it.

Su Yao coaxed him: "You write a little bit. After all, it is common for Mr. Hetai to procrastinate a manuscript, and there must be another volume before the end of the year."

Beauty is so easy to talk to.

In Ge Zi's mind, it was logical to extend the deadline to the end of the year.

However, it is not enough.

Then he tentatively asked, "Then what if I can't finish writing a volume before the end of the year?"

Su Yao frowned instantly.

"I write and I write."

Fu Gezi put down the small porcelain bowl, leaned closer and smiled again, "I will pay you if I can't finish writing."

Su Yao was held by him, and he couldn't help being curious: "How can you compensate me if you can't finish writing?"

Fu Ling lowered his head slightly, and lightly kissed Su Yao on the lips: "Can I pay off the debt, Boss Su?"

Su Yao's face was hot instantly, from cheeks to ear tips.

Usually shy, half angry.

What a faceless and skinless Mr. Pigeon.

Su Yao was ashamed: "I want to eat another bowl of pigeon soup."

Fu Dage became more and more thick-skinned: "You are happy to eat, can I not write?"

Su Yao only pushed him: "Go to Sheng."

Fu Gezi was born once and cooked again, and filled another bowl for Su Yao very skillfully, and came over with a smile.

The night of the Mid-Autumn Festival was spent arguing back and forth between the big pigeon and the bookstore owner, and Su Yao never heard Fu Lingying say when the manuscript would be delivered.

The road to press release is getting more and more difficult.

I thought it would be better after establishing a relationship.

Not good.

Seeing that Su Yao only needed to contribute some culinary skills in the first place, I am afraid that he will have to contribute some hue in the future.

The big pigeon has a thick skin.

When I get better, I will eat stewed pigeon every day.

Su Yao thought so, but the recovery was not so fast.

Maybe it's getting colder every day in autumn, and Su Yao stayed at home for half a month before finally being able to walk away quickly.

He was physically weak, and Pei Yi repeatedly told him not to catch a cold from the wind, but Fu Ling didn't dare to let him move more.

As soon as September entered, Su Yao put on the interlayer.

"It's better to wear more clothes than less clothes. It's better after hard work. If it's cold..." Fu Ling carefully tied his coat belt around his waist, and only raised his eyebrows. What should Pei Yi do?"

Su Yao had no choice but to nod, and looked at the mirror again: "I always feel that I have gained a lot of weight."

As for Fu Gezi's habit of feeding, it's strange not to be fat.

Fu Gezi's eyes were as fascinated as his habit, and he only looked up and down: "Where are you fat, I still think you are too thin."

He put his arms around Su Yao's waist, and whispered something in Su Yao's ear. When Su Yao raised his head, his face flushed red.

Fu Ling hugged him tightly, and said in a low voice, "So you should eat more."

Su Yao's ears turned red, and she turned her head to ignore him.

Things outside are getting settled soon, and Fu Ling spends more and more time with him.

Every day, you know what to say is not serious.

The best-selling author talks a lot, but Su Yao is very thin-skinned, and Fu Gezi is almost addicted to being cute.

But after the teasing, you have to coax it back.

Fu Gezi ignored what he said just now, and chatted with him about the bookstore, and Su Yao finally agreed to talk to him: "Have you found the store yet?"

A few days ago, the autumn wind blew up in old Beijing, and overnight the strong wind broke the loose lattice of an old window in the bookstore.

Fu Ling said: "It was chosen by Uncle Qi. He said that the left and right windows are broken, so it's better to take the opportunity to renovate the old house. If you don't go back for now, the autumn weather in old Beijing is dry, so it's just in time."

He added: "Nowadays the bookstore has a lot of money, and Cheng'an is helping to look after it, so you don't have to worry about the progress of the construction period."

Su Yao nodded, and recalled Cheng An again: "He and that hidden guard..."

Fu Ling just smiled and said: "I asked him, but he pushed back and said no, it's awkward. Let him go, when he wants to understand, he can talk about it."

He stuck to Su Yao's ear again: "You still want to help other people get married, what about our marriage?"

Su Yao couldn't help but blushed slightly, and said softly: "Going to see your family?"

Fu Ling hugged him from behind: "It will be your family from now on. I asked that day, and they have already prepared a lot of things, and they are waiting to see you. It will be my sixth brother's eldest son's fifth birthday in a few days, you Do you want to go back with me first? Just to show your face. "

Su Yao's heart fluttered slightly, he nodded slightly, but then remembered: "Your sixth younger brother's son is five years old?"

Fu Ling raised his eyebrows: "He will chase after my sweetheart better than me."

Su Yao blushed again.

The figures in the mirror are in pairs, reflecting a pair of bi people who are as gluey as paint.

Fu Ling helped Su Yao get dressed in order to take advantage of the good sun at noon and go out to look at the chrysanthemums in the yard.

The golden chrysanthemums in old Beijing are not comparable to those in Beijing, but they are also very beautiful.

Where things are rich and the people are abundant, there are these ways of growing flowers and grass to make a living.A new batch of golden chrysanthemums, purple chrysanthemums and green chrysanthemums were brought in to decorate the facade of the old Beijing government office, so Su Yao wanted to come out and have a look.

At noon, the sun was in full bloom, and Su Yao walked down the corridor, and saw that the courtyard was full of gold, facing the sun, blooming warmly and prosperingly.

Good flowers and good scenery will make people feel better.

In ancient times, there was no mobile phone network, and Su Yao could only rely on obedience to get rid of boredom during the time when he was lying down and convalescing.

Although I can walk now, I can't go very far.

One is physical reasons, and the other is that his yard is heavily guarded, and Ah Yan's residence is right next to it, so getting in and out is very troublesome.

Su Yuanyuan saw several burly Habayashi guards from a distance, and remembered again that he really hadn't seen Ah Yan for a long time.

He thought so, and abducted a person from the moon cave gate.

Fengshen is handsome, dignified and upright, first he clasped his fists and saluted: "I met Boss Su."

Fu Ling then explained: "It's Commander Zhong of the Habayashi Guard."

Su Yao returned a salute, and this person exchanged a few pleasantries before getting straight to the point: "Boss Su is now able to go out, and his spirit has improved a lot. Your Highness has asked me many times. I don't know if Boss Su is free. I will meet with you tomorrow." How much did your Highness say?"

Su Yao asked first, "Is Ah Yan feeling better?"

Commander Zhong didn't correct his address, but just smiled: "Your Highness has recovered a long time ago, but I didn't dare to come because I was afraid of disturbing your recuperation."

This person has a straight face without anger and prestige, but when he smiles, his brows and eyes are extraordinarily gentle, and he has a solid and reliable face.

"That's good. I'm free." Su Yao paused again, "It's already September, is Commander Zhong leaving?"

Commander Zhong nodded. At this time, there is no need to be afraid of leaking the news: "It's coming soon, it won't be delayed until the middle of the month."

Su Yao was slightly sad.

Ah Yan was going to leave after all.

This time, I'm afraid I'll never see you again.

Su Yao walked around for a while, and because she was slightly sad, she ate dinner and went to bed early.

That night, the autumn wind howled, Su Yao fell asleep to the sound of the wind, and woke up again to the sound of the wind. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ah Yan sitting in front of the couch.

I haven't seen him for more than a month, and Ah Yan seems to have lost a lot of weight.

But his complexion was fine, and when he heard Su Yao's movement, he called out in a low voice, "Master."

Su Yao's eyes suddenly turned sore.

She glanced at Ah Yan's arm again: "Pei Yi said you hurt your bones, are you feeling better?"

Ah Yan paused, tears streaming down his face in an instant.

According to the age in the book, Ah Yan is only half a child.

When Su Yao thought about his future journey, he felt uncomfortable. Before he could speak, Ah Yan wiped away his tears: "It's all my fault, so I started crying when I was well. I came to talk to the young master. Mr. Fu is busy today. , I will accompany you for a day."

Su Yao nodded, and Ah Yan helped him dress and wash, fed him breakfast, chatted all morning, walked around the yard at noon, and fed Su Yao lunch.

Although it was chatting to pass the time, Su Yao felt that it passed very quickly.

People are always like this.

We used to be together day in and day out, and we didn't feel anything.When it comes to parting, you will feel that the time has passed in a flash.

As the sun moved westward and the ground became colder, Ah Yan helped Su Yao back to the room.

After lighting the candle, he turned around and said, "My lord."

Su Yao knew that Ah Yan wanted to talk to him about something serious.

Ah Yan put a soft pillow on his back, and said in a low voice, "Master, I will be leaving on the ninth day of September."

Su Yao had expected it, but still couldn't help but feel sore in his heart.

Ah Yan held his hand: "I had a lot of things that I wanted to say to the young master. But when I saw the young master today, I forgot all of them."

He lowered his head slightly: "I won't be here in the future, young master must take care of himself."

With the lights on, Su Yao couldn't help but caressed his cheeks, wiped away the surging tears for him, and said softly, "Ah Yan, stop crying, it's not good for your health."

Ah Yan sobbed, held Su Yao's hand, and pressed it against his cheek again: "I'm afraid I'll never cry in front of people again."

His tears flowed wantonly on Su Yao's hands: "From now on, I will never hear anyone calling me Ah Yan again, and I will never meet someone who treats me simply like the young master. Young master , Ah Yan misses you very much."

The candlelight was flickering, Ah Yan's eyes were blurred with tears, and Su Yao's heart was also quite ups and downs.

Yes, Ah Yan will be a wise king in the future.

But beside him, there are ministers with ulterior motives, court servants who are flattering, undercurrents simmering in the harem, relatives who look at each other covetously, turbulent enemy countries, and official memorials to review and review.

He is the best emperor in the country.

Because he dedicated his whole life to the court and society and the people of the country. During his 56 years in power, he has never done a lot of construction work, never had sex and pleasure, never tyrannical government and cruel officials, and never even increased taxes.

This is the beginning of a hundred years of peace and prosperity in the Guo Dynasty, and it is the glorious life of Ah Yan.

But Su Yao only saw Ah Yan being locked in that cage, seeing Ah Yan carrying Jiangshan Sheji on his shoulders, seeing his painstaking efforts, his fatigue and his loneliness.

If possible, Su Yao hopes that Ah Yan will always be a child in his shop.

Grow up in peace, or become a small official, or inherit a bookstore, or be a teacher, and live a life in peace, without having to face any intrigues and bloody storms.

Su Yao also thought about telling Ah Yan all the struggles in the future.But when he opened his mouth, for some reason, his voice was blocked.

I don't know if it is a force in the dark that is preventing him from interfering in world affairs.

Or telling him that everyone has their own destiny, don't forcefully stop it.

Su Yao didn't know what to say, he just wanted to look at Ah Yan more.

Ah Yan held Su Yao's hand and slowly calmed down.

He was silent for a long time, and Fang said softly: "My lord, I thought about not leaving a long time ago, but I finally chose to step in."

Su Yao didn't interrupt him.

Ah Yan continued: "Since my existence many years ago, I have never brought any good things to the people around me. I am pregnant with disasters, dare not get close to people, and have never accepted anyone's kindness .The life of a servant is not life after all. I have been humiliated and trampled in all kinds of ways. I have fallen from rich clothes to this, and I have thought about dying."

"But maybe God has pity on me. I was resold by the master's family because I committed suicide, but I met Qi Bo, and then I met you, the young master who came back from Beijing."

Su Yao heard about it, and Qi Bo said that at that time, the shop needed to save money, but needed help.He couldn't afford anyone else, so he had to pick the emaciated Ah Yan.

A Yan stuck it on Su Yao's hand: "I don't know why someone would take the life of a servant as their fate. I was in the previous master's house, and my life was worse than that of my wife's dog. I have no parents. I have never I have never met such a good person as the young master..."

"But the young master is so kind to me, but I almost killed the young master..."

Ah Yan was sobbing, and Su Yao was full of sadness.

He gently wiped away Ah Yan's tears, but before he could speak, he heard Ah Yan say: "So that day, I was thinking, if you ask me to repay the great kindness you have given me, I am willing to do so."

"Ayan..."

Su Yao called, but A Yan shook his head lightly: "Young master, you don't need to say too much, I think so, so I say so."

He calmed down his tone slightly: "Between flesh and blood, there is blood and deep hatred. I didn't believe that there would be any good people in this world. Until I met Young Master, until I wanted to protect Young Master for the rest of my life, until I wanted to die for Young Master."

"Young master let me know that there may be many people like you in this world. They are pure-hearted, ordinary, worrying about daily necessities and living a peaceful life. Perhaps, I can do something for these people. "

Ah Yan looked at Su Yao quietly: "I not only want to protect you, but I also want to protect all people like you. I hope that there will be no homelessness, no clothes, no food, no food, no more people in the world. Wronged and evil, I want to build a prosperous world, protect all people like the young master, and live a peaceful life."

Su Yao burst into tears, and only hugged Ah Yan tightly.

This is the path Ah Yan chose, and this is the path Ah Yan wants to take.

He will live a lifetime of wind and rain, and will also be immortal.

Su Yao just wanted to give him a hug, a short but warm hug.

A Yan leaned against Su Yao's arms and remained silent for a long time, and then there was another knock on the door: "Your Highness, there is a document that needs to be explained to you. I have been waiting for you all day, and the night is getting dark."

It was the voice of Commander Zhong.

Ah Yan couldn't help getting up, went to wash his face, wiped Su Yao's face again, and then replied, "I'll come."

Su Yao got up involuntarily: "I'll give you a step."

"It's cold at night, young master, don't go out."

Ah Yan had regained his composure, but Su Yao still insisted on sending it to the door.

As soon as the door opened, there was a bright light in the corridor.

Ah Yan was here, the courtyard was heavily guarded, and the courtyard was full of armor, and in the flickering lights of the courtyard, there was a chill of Xiaosu.

Commander Zhong stood on the steps. As soon as Ah Yan opened the door, he bowed his knees and saluted: "I have seen your Highness."

All the Jiayis in the courtyard knelt down and greeted in unison, and the birds on the branches flew into the air with a clatter.

Su Yao froze for a moment, saw people kneeling in the yard, and suddenly paused, he was following to salute, when he lowered his head, Ah Yan helped him up.

Under the lamplight, Ah Yan's eyes were clear: "My lord, you don't have to be like this. As I said, no matter who I am in the future, I will always be Su Yan. There is no reason for an elder brother to salute a younger brother."

Ah Yan's voice was not loud, but the whole courtyard could hear him clearly.

Commander Zhong knelt under the lamp, and when he saw the shadow of the lamp shaking, he was silent for a while.

In the future, there will probably be another noble person in this world.

In fact, several years later, when Commander Zhong saw Su Yao in the palace again, he still expressed the same emotion.

The young king ran directly from the imperial study to the steps, and under the surprised eyes of He Gong, he supported Su Yao who had come all the way from the old Beijing: "There is no reason for elder brothers to salute, why is it so, young master? "

Of course, after he said this, he also helped Fu Ling beside him, and said with a smile, "Mr. Hetai's new book is overdue again, so I can't let my son bother to press the manuscript anymore."

At that time, Ah Yan was already taller than Su Yao.

But Su Yao remained unchanged.

Time is always extra tolerant to beauties.

The ninth day of September is the Double Ninth Festival, the golden chrysanthemums are in full bloom in the old capital, and the weather is fine, but Ah Yan never let Su Yao go out to see them off.

The tower was too windy, and when Fu Ling sent people back, he saw Su Yao sitting on the porch by himself.

Fu Ling hugged him from behind: "What do you want for lunch?"

Su Yao was silent for a moment, then smiled again: "Let's eat pearl ball soup. I ate it yesterday, but I didn't eat enough."

"it is good."

Fu Ling smiled, and said in a low voice, "On the [-]th day, it was the birthday of my sixth brother's son. I saw this dish at the birthday banquet. I'll eat it all for you then."

Su Yao couldn't help being a little nervous, and said again: "When that day really comes, how can you patronize eating?"

"I just pick you up to eat, don't worry about anything else."

Su Yao naturally didn't believe Fu Ling said so.

But on that day, Su Yao found that he really only cared about eating.

The food of Fu's family is really delicious, and the people of Fu's family are also really warm.