lord and beauty

Tan Qiu didn't sit for too long. After Jiang Beimu left, he managed to clean up his emotions, got out of bed, dressed and washed.

Tan Qiu scooped up a handful of cold water and slapped it on his face. There was still a soreness and pain around his eye sockets, and his hanging hair was also wet by the drops of water, sticking to both sides of his cheeks. His haggard face was reflected on the water surface. Both eyes were slightly red and swollen, and the whites of the eyes were bloodshot.

Tan Qiu took a deep breath, rolled the cloth towel into cold water to wet it, and then twisted it half dry to cover his eyes, which slightly relieved the soreness.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

There was a light knock on the door, Tan Qiu lay back on the bed, did not remove the cloth from his eyes, and whispered to the door: "Who?"

"My lord, the master ordered to come and bring you breakfast." The maid outside the door responded and explained her intentions gently.

"come in."

The door was pushed open, the chill poured in, Tan Qiu didn't get up, only faintly heard the sound of a few porcelain bowls colliding, and then the footsteps walked away, and the door was closed again with a creak, as if the maid had left.

Tan Qiu stretched out his hand to remove the cloth towel, got up slowly and sat down at the table, there were three porcelain bowls on the wooden plate, all covered with lids, probably worried that they would get cold all the way, so Tan Qiu lifted the lids Open, a bowl of hot wontons is placed in front of you, all the wontons are plump and round, the belly of Yuanbao is full of stuffing, there is a layer of golden oil foam floating on the noodle soup, accompanied by a few sections of green onion, fresh and fragrant, The other two are rice cakes and dumplings.

Today's breakfast is richer than ever before. Jiang Beimu and he are not people who pursue appetite, and often don't care much about what the cook does, but today's meal, it can be clearly seen that it was made with care.

As for whose life the cook took, it is self-evident. When Tan Qiu thought of Jiang Beimu, his numb emotions fluctuated slightly. Rao had no appetite, so Tan Qiu picked up the spoon and drank a few Mouth wonton soup.

After eating, Tan Qiu went out with the wooden plate. As soon as he stepped out of the yard, he heard a few conversations in a low voice on purpose at the corner. The voices were male and female, presumably they were cleaning the house nearby. Servant, Tan Qiu didn't care too much, he took the plate and planned to send it to the kitchen, but as soon as he took a step, the voice of the conversation behind him suddenly became louder and reached his ears.

"Shh! You don't want to do it anymore?! You still talk nonsense about the master's affairs. If you are overheard, you can just pack up and leave!"

The speaker's voice was delicate and pretty, and it sounded like a young girl, but her tone of voice was upbeat at this time, with a little haste, as if she was afraid that their conversation would be overheard by others.

Tan Qiu paused, thought for a moment and still didn't plan to intervene.

"I'm just talking. Besides, you don't sleep in my room, so of course you don't have back pain when you stand up and talk." The man who was reprimanded by the girl seemed not convinced, and argued over what to say.

"I got up in the middle of the night last night and saw the adult carrying him into the house. You didn't see it. His face was purple and covered in blood. It looked terrifying."

The person who spoke was also a young girl, and there was a hint of grievance at the end of the sentence, and the voice gradually lowered, "His room is right in front of me, and I am usually timid, so it doesn't matter."

"Besides, the master has just left the house, and the man is still in the house. Lu'er has just delivered breakfast. I really feel uncomfortable, so I'm just talking to you. Is there something wrong with talking about it?"

The girl who scolded her was silent for a moment, and her voice gradually became colder, "It's up to you, you can say whatever you like, don't involve me anyway, I didn't say anything."

After listening, Tan Qiu's footsteps gradually slowed down, the hand holding the wooden plate was tightened and loosened, and the fingertips were slightly white.

"Hey...! What does she mean by that? It's not that her room is facing there, it's bad luck." The speaker snorted softly, as if he was also aroused, and had another thought, but it was just that No one responded to her for a long time, most of the time she was talking to herself alone.

Xu said that enough, the girl stopped mentioning the matter, and changed the topic with her companions, and gradually several people responded to her.

Tan Qiu stood where he was, with a dazed expression, as if hesitating for something.And the girl's voice was getting closer and closer to him, as if he could meet him head-on just by turning a corner.

"Today I heard that Chef Wang cooks the stewed chicken soup in person at noon. Last time she made it, the smell... tsk tsk." The girl's teasing voice came from behind her. Tan Qiu held the wooden tray for a long time, He sighed softly, suppressed a wry smile from the corner of his mouth, and walked forward without paying attention to the people behind him, but things didn't go his way, and the moment Tan Qiu moved away, several breaths came from behind him. Voice.

"Young master...!"

"Young master... why are you here..."

When the maids turned the corner and saw Tan Qiu's back, they were frightened out of their wits, especially the one who complained just now, his face was pale and his eyes were frightened, he dared not look at Tan Qiu for a long time, his fingers holding the broom were stiff It was icy cold, as if the chill had followed his fingertips all the way to the depths of his heart.

Tan Qiu let out a long breath, turned around and looked at the people behind him, with no expression of joy or anger on his face, he just raised his hand slightly, and said to them, "I'll deliver the dishes."

"I won't bother you about such a trivial matter. You just give me the food plate, and I'll go and deliver it!" The little girl forced herself to refresh herself, walked up to Tan Qiu and stretched out her hand to pick up the food plate.

Tan Qiu let go of her hand in response, and let the girl take the food plate away, and then looked around among the remaining servant girls, and soon saw a girl whose head was the lowest and body shaking the most, Standing at the end of the crowd, the maidservants in front also blocked him intentionally or unintentionally, as if they were afraid of being caught by Tan Qiu.

The big maid took the food plate and left first and ran towards the kitchen, leaving behind a few shivering little maids.

Tan Qiu looked at the direction in which the maid was running away for a long time, then took a deep look at the little maids, turned around and walked to the other side of the courtyard without saying a word.

The yard was in another corner of Jiang's mansion, and it was mostly empty, but because it was located just opposite to Jiang Beimu's Banqiu Pavilion, it was more convenient to come and go, so it was arranged for Zi Luoping to live in after Zi Luoping came.

The courtyard, which had always been deserted, became more or less popular in those few days.

But now, from Tan Qiu's first step into the courtyard, he felt that deserted feeling again.

The courtyard is still tidy and clean, there is a muddy field surrounded by a wooden fence in the corner of the house, and there are hoes, bamboo baskets and other utensils placed against the courtyard wall. The garden can wait for the spring to plant something. After he finished speaking, he pulled Zi Luoping to dig the soil with him first. Zi Luoping seemed to be a little bit out of interest, but he still let him make trouble...

Tan Qiu took a deep look at the hoe in the corner and the half-cultivated mud, as if wanting to imprint all of this in his eyes, then he lowered his head and pursed his dry lips, then turned his head and walked into the main house .

As soon as he entered the door, a gust of cold wind blew in, and Tan Qiu couldn't help shivering. He raised his eyes and saw that the window in the opposite direction was wide open, and the cold wind was blowing inward from here, and a line of light was faintly visible on the side of the bed covered by the curtain. The figure is lying on the bed.

"Brother Luoping, I'm here to see you."

Tan Qiu slowed down his tone, as if he was afraid of disturbing the person on the bed, and his steps were even more gentle. He walked to the side of the bed and gently hung up the gauze curtain. When his eyes fell on the person on the bed, he froze suddenly.

Zi Luoping had a peaceful expression, his face was still gray with death, his lips were purple and black, and there was a letter between his intertwined hands.