lord and beauty

There are only a few words on the letter paper, which can be read at a glance, and what they say is nothing more than a few precious words, but Tan Qiu reads very slowly, as if he wants to take apart every sentence, and every word is carefully read. Grind it between your lips and teeth, so that these words will be deeply imprinted in your heart.

The tip of Tan Qiu's nose was sore, and the tears in his swollen and painful eyes had already flowed out. This last letter, like a barbed hook, pierced deeply into his flesh, and then slowly pulled away, falling down while dragging. The stab cut his heart to pieces, dripping with blood.

Tan Qiu seemed to be drained of all the energy in his body, and slowly sat on the side of Zi Luoping's bed. As soon as he loosened his fingers, the letter paper floated to the ground. The characters on the letter paper were neat and straight. Luoping can write a good handwriting, and he never writes in front of others. Only once Tan Qiu begged him to help send a letter from his family, but he was discovered by a servant in the building halfway, and the family letter was torn to pieces. Tan Qiu also died because of this. After being confined, Zi Luoping handed him a new letter from home when he came out again.

Zi Luoping once said that he entered the Chunlou since he was a child, and all he had learned was bedclothes, and no one would teach them to read and write. Tan Qiu also asked curiously, but always Zi Luoping turned away with a smile and refused to reply.

But now, no one can explain this matter to Tan Qiu.

Thinking in this way, Tan Qiu's eyes gradually began to blur again, and the congestion at the tip of his nose became more and more severe, so he had to inhale with all his strength, forcing himself not to think about the past, turned his head to look at the bed quietly, and then stretched out The little finger gently hooked Zi Luoping's cold and gradually stiff fingers.

Fingertips intersected, Tan Qiu's heart was sour, yesterday's crying had released most of his emotions, now Tan Qiu was leaning on the side of the couch, feeling powerless all over, he only leaned his head against the side of the bed, staring blankly at out the window.

The sky darkened at some point, and most of the sunlight was covered. It seemed that even the wind couldn't bear to disturb the people in the house. It just gently swept across the hall, causing the curtains to rise like waves of water. The ground landed on Tan Qiu's shoulder, just like a silent comfort.

On the other side, Jiang's shop.

Jiang Beimu was sitting in the inner room, with a thick pile of account books on the desk in front of him, and the tea beside his hand had already cooled completely, and the tea leaves settled at the bottom of the bowl, swirling gently with Jiang Beimu's movements.

Ever since Jiang Beimu's butt got on the chair, he didn't read a single book. He forced himself to read half a page, but his mind always drifted away, and his eyes couldn't help but stare.

At this moment, he was sitting on the chair like a sword, with his right leg stretched out and stretched out under the table, his left leg resting on the chair cushion, with one hand supporting his knee, his fingertips resting on his forehead, his sword eyebrows were tightly locked, and the other hand Then he turned the brush carelessly, the ink on the tip of the brush had dried up, apparently he hadn't written for a long time.

Jiang Beimu seldom sits like this in front of people. This is related to the habit he developed in the army. When facing his subordinates, he always has to be unsmiling and behave well, so that he can control them. Only in private, Jiang Beimu because of When you are distressed and confused about something, and you can't solve it for a long time, you will be upset, so you don't pay so much attention to self-denial.

And right now, that's clearly the case.

Jiang Beimu doesn't think he is a person who will be trapped in feelings, but he has also experienced the grief of the death of a loved one, so he can better understand Tan Qiu's collapse at the moment.

If Zi Luoping hadn't met him again, maybe this incident wouldn't have made Tan Qiu so sad, but it's a pity... God's will tricks people.

Jiang Beimu let out a long sigh, frowned and put down the pen. After much deliberation, he couldn't come up with any good ideas. Just when he was upset and hesitant to go back first, there was a sudden fluttering sound of wings. It was heard, followed by a soft "boom", as if something heavy had hit the window.

Jiang Beimu's expression froze, he stood up and opened the window, just in time to see a white dove with a tinge of red on its tail feathers landed outside the window sill, and when the dove saw the window was wide open, it tilted its finger-sized head in Tan, then jumped in and landed on the desk.Heidou's big eyes looked at Jiang Beimu.

Jiang Beimu grabbed the white pigeon very naturally, and pulled out a piece of paper from the bamboo tube on its feet, with a few simple words on it, it explained the situation on Xiao Ye's side.

Fu He had an autopsy on the body that day, Zi Luoping had two types of poison in his body, while Liu Yusheng died from a knife wound on his heart and was not poisoned, and Liu Yusheng died after Zi Luoping. Concerned about the fact that the City Lord's Mansion was still Jiang Beimu, he didn't take advantage of it, and he didn't seem to care much about the cause of Liu Yusheng's death. He only handed over the funeral to the magistrate, and then stopped intervening.

Jiang Beimu read the letter at a glance, then tore it up and threw it away, and then put the white pigeon back. After closing the window, he calmed down a little, and suppressed the feeling that something was wrong in his heart. His strength, as for the future, let's do it as we go!

After Jiang Beimu made up his mind, he stopped worrying about the account book in front of him, closed the account book casually, and pulled the plug on the window frame, then got up and rushed home.

As for the matter of the shop, let's postpone it for a while.

After the new year, it seems that there is no good weather. The drizzle of the rain is wrapped in the biting cold and turns into thin needles, soaking the ground everywhere. There is a layer of light-colored silver light on the glazed tiles of every house. There was silence, and the streets full of traffic in the past were also sparsely populated. No one liked to have their clothes wet by the cold rain, and they all hid at home.

Jiang Beimu walked all the way home, passing the houses of the common people. In the dark sky, warm and dim fires shone through the window grilles. Accompanied by a sentence of ordinary words, weaving a web full of various aspects of the world, heavy Jiang Beimu's heart was tightly caged.

Yes, he was careless.

Now that Tan Qiu is sad in his heart, how could he leave him just thinking of calming down Tan Qiu alone, he should be by Tan Qiu's side at this moment.

Jiang Beimu took the small road in a hurry. The small road is staggered with blue stones. Moss grows in places that have not been exposed to the sun all year round. It is even slippery after the rain. Jiang Beimu's feet are windy, and his steps are steady, and he does not know how to break the road. How many puddles, hurriedly submerged in the misty mist.

At the same time, on the avenue one room away from Jiang Beimu, an extremely luxurious carriage rolled over the puddle and rushed towards the end of the street.

After a while, the carriage stopped in front of a mansion, and the people in the mansion seemed to have left early to meet them. Two burly men walked out, without looking at anything else, they walked up to the carriage and stood still.

The driver was dressed in black, with a bamboo hat on his head, and his head was slightly lowered. The long brim of the hat covered his face, and only a rough and hoarse old voice could be heard.

"Do you want to inspect the goods?"

The two big men looked at each other, and then one of the men with the scar on his face stepped forward and cupped his hands, and said in a rough voice, "Since you are the best friend of the family, you can rest assured about this little thing, don't worry about it." After the inspection, we can just bring the car in."

The man in black sitting on the shaft of the car didn't answer, but the other big man suddenly felt chills on his back, as if a pair of eagle eyes under the bamboo hat were watching the two of them maliciously, and immediately said cleverly:

"Of course, please come into the mansion to have a good rest. In the evening, our head will prepare a table of wine and food for you, and then have two or three beautiful maidservants to serve you, keeping you comfortable."

After saying this, the man in black snorted indifferently, got off his horse, ignored the two men and the carriage, and went straight into the mansion.

After the figure of the man in black disappeared, the two big men saw a hint of disdain in each other's eyes.

"I really think of myself as a role. It takes so long for him to catch two women, and he's putting on a show."

Another big man waved his hand, "Forget it, it's important, let's park the carriage first."

"Don't worry, we have to inspect the goods first, in case there is something wrong with someone, you won't be able to tell after entering this door."

After the other person heard it, they couldn't say anything more, so they lifted the curtain of the car and looked in, only to see two figures leaning upside down in the car, both of them were women, but they were dressed in coarse linen clothes. The person on the left is slightly older, with a few strands of white hair on the sideburns, but his appearance is beautiful, and his youthful demeanor can be vaguely discerned.

And the one tightly held by the woman was a girl about sixteen years old. The girl was huddled in the woman's arms like a quail, her exposed arms were slender, and she seemed to have little flesh, looking dryly. It's full of bones, pitifully skinny.

Seeing that his breathing was steady, the two big men lowered the curtain and drove into the backyard.

And there are two large characters written on the plaque of the mansion.

"Stone House"