Great Imperial Merchant

Danluo City in July always has a faint fragrance of flowers. Throughout the whole month, purple and red peonies are competing to bloom, dyeing the beautiful capital city of Luo County red.

Yang Zhongyuan woke up later than usual the next morning, but it was still early. He tidied himself up and went to the kitchen nervously.

As usual, the Yang family's kitchen is busy and noisy, which is no different from the imperial dining room. Yang Zhongyuan actually misses the smell of rice in the kitchen at the moment. Learn such a craft to settle down.

Only with craftsmanship can we have a full stomach and a new house with warm clothes.

Zhao Zhong, who had been directing his subordinates, obviously saw Yang Zhongyuan. He gave Yang Zhongyuan a look and told him to come back after breakfast.

Yang Zhongyuan was not anxious either, he took his meal quietly and went back to eat, and waited until the sun came out of the window before strolling back to the kitchen with his hands behind his back.

He was the only "guest" in the entire West Wing, and he was the master who didn't need servants to serve him at all, so he was never cared about when he came and went.Yang Zhongyuan looked calm and at ease, but felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Naturally, he was not because of the matter of sneaking into the Yang family's back house, but because he saw his father again after 14 years away from home.

When a person's longing for another person grows stronger and stronger for a long time, when they meet again, they will feel close to the hometown and think in vain.He didn't know if his father was still the same as he saw when he was young; he didn't know if his father still missed him as before.

These years of life in the palace have worn away all his arrogance and edges, but he has polished him into a sharp dagger. Usually he always adds a scabbard to himself, only when he needs to attack, he will show his sharpness, called There is nowhere to hide.

But none of these seemed to work when he faced Cheng Weizhe. The more he cared about people, the less he could maintain his best appearance.

The short steps from the west wing to the kitchen seemed to exhaust all the courage that Yang Zhongyuan had accumulated in his heart.

Don't be afraid, Daddy still stays where he is, he is still waiting for you.He said to himself silently in his heart.

Yang Zhongyuan clenched his hands and walked into the kitchen silently. As he expected, Zhao Zhong was the only one waiting for him in the kitchen.

"Little master, why did you come here?" Seeing him coming, Zhao Zhong hurriedly invited him into the grocery room where we discussed things the day before yesterday.

Yang Zhongyuan forced a smile at him, and said in a low voice: "I'm a little nervous, I don't know if Daddy is okay now."

Seeing him like this, Zhao Zhong felt a little sad. Yang Zhongyuan was not like this when he was young, but no matter what he said, it was God's best reward for Zhou Quanxu to eat fast and chant Buddha for more than ten years.

"Little master, don't be nervous. Grandpa Quan has been missing you day and night all these years. You change into this servant's clothes. When it's time for him to drink medicine, you replace my little apprentice and send him in."

Yang Zhongyuan had a pale face, but he took the clothes firmly in his hand.He knew that only by calmly coping with it could he see his father's face.

Seeing that he was still calm, Zhao Zhong sighed and left the cubicle. Yang Zhongyuan quickly changed his clothes, and even changed the hairband on his head into the navy blue color that Yang's servants use, and then came out of the cubicle.

He had been a servant in the palace for more than ten years, as long as he bent down a little, lowered his eyes and kept silent, his demeanor immediately became like that of a real servant.

"My little master, you're really good at learning." Zhao Zhong was stunned, and handed him the food box.

Yang Zhongyuan lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "I have been here in the palace for more than ten years, how can it be different?"

Zhao Zhong didn't expect him to say it so bluntly, and suddenly felt uncomfortable. He loved Yang Zhongyuan as his own child since he was a child. Hearing that he had suffered so many years, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

But he also knew that Yang Zhongyuan didn't like others to sympathize with him. He was proud when he was young, and this point will never change.

"Young master, remember to follow me. I won't go in the inner house, and I need your cooperation when it is delivered to the door." Zhao Zhong sighed and led Yang Zhongyuan out of the kitchen.

The kitchen is next to the gate of the inner house. Yang Zhongyuan followed behind Zhao Zhong, lowering his head and holding the food box carefully, as if he was afraid that it would hit him.

He looked like a servant who had just come to work in a rich family. He was cautious and uneasy, and even his expression was cautious, just like the real thing.

When Zhao Zhong introduced Yang Zhongyuan in this way, the servant at the door let him in without a second word, without even cross-examination or doubt.

Zhao Zhong watched Yang Zhongyuan's tall and thin back disappear into the crack of the courtyard door, sighed again, and went back to the kitchen sullenly to light a hookah.

It turns out that a difficult life can really change a person. Although fathers always scare the child who doesn’t like to eat, saying that when he has nothing, he can even eat the dirty steamed buns picked up on the street, but most children, Really never encountered such a thing.

When the old man was alive, the Yang family was not like this at all, and the door of the inner house had never been so strictly controlled. Zhao Zhong knew that when the old man passed away, he must have explained to Zhou Quanxu and Yang Zhongyuan, otherwise the two old masters today would not be so guarded. Yan Shi, more than five years after the old man passed away, Zhou Quanxu only stepped out of the back house once, and this year he went to the ancestral grave to worship his ancestors.

On such an occasion, Zhao Zhong naturally couldn't talk to Zhou Quanxu, but Zhou Quanxu didn't look very energetic at that time, and he was very thin, but he didn't look sick.

It's just that I don't know how he is doing now, the boy who delivers meals and medicines in the kitchen can't see Zhou Quanxu at all, although he has been anxious for the past four months, there is nothing he can do.

We can only see the little master's performance today. For some reason, Zhao Zhong firmly believes that Yang Zhongyuan will definitely see Zhou Quanxu's face.

On the other side, Yang Zhongyuan was still holding the food box carefully, and walked towards the Buddhist hall at a leisurely pace.

He lowered his head, as if he didn't care what the new inner house turned into. He would not come in and live here in the future, and it was no longer his home, and he didn't need to pay more attention to it.

Soon, the quiet and safe Buddhist hall appeared in front of his eyes. It was very remote and almost no one would come here.Yang Zhongyuan finally raised his head and carefully looked at the place where his father had lived for more than ten years.

To be honest, this place is actually much bigger than the small wing where his father and son lived when he was young, and there is a young boy guarding the door. It seems that his father's "treatment" is "better" than before.

Yang Zhongyuan approached lightly, but saw the young man nodding his head and dozing off.Yang Zhongyuan's eyes flickered, and he wanted to go in like this, but the boy suddenly opened his eyes and scolded him sharply: "Where did you come from and don't understand the rules, you also entered here?"

Yang Zhongyuan seemed to be trembling from his fright, he seemed to be hesitant and hesitant, he stammered and said: "Big, big ladle, order, order me, ah, no, I ordered the younger one to come in and deliver the medicine."

It was too much effort for him to say this sentence, the boy was impatient, and when he couldn't hear what he said, he took two steps forward abruptly, without even looking at him, he reached out to take the food box.

At this moment, Yang Zhongyuan flicked his sleeve and swiped at his nose, only to hear the boy grunt, and he fell limply to the ground like a boneless fish.

Yang Zhongyuan put the food box aside, and lowered his head to examine the boy's eyes carefully. The medicine he used was specially asked for by Emperor Ruijia before leaving the palace. You will lose consciousness in a moment, and when you wake up two hours later, you just think that you have dozed off, and you won't remember anything else.

At that time, Yang Zhongyuan only wanted a few simple self-defense medicines, but he didn't expect Emperor Ruijia to give them so complete. No matter how the two people's identities become, they have been together and supported each other for many years, and this friendship will never change. .

Thinking of this, Yang Zhongyuan stretched out his hand to help the boy, and made him sit softly against the steps of the door, as if dozing off.

As far as the boy's usual behavior is concerned, he probably wouldn't take care of his father with all his heart. He must doze off here all day long, and others won't be surprised if they see him.

After finishing his work, he picked up the food box, took a deep breath and walked into this seemingly peaceful cage.

To his surprise, there was a faint scent of sandalwood in it. He remembered that his father never believed in this before. At that time, he taught Yang Zhongyuan, always saying that man can conquer the sky, and if you can do your best, don't rely on others. practical faith.

Yang Zhongyuan walked lightly into the Buddhist hall, he walked around a white jade Maitreya Buddha statue, and came to the main hall behind in a blink of an eye.

A thin figure was half-kneeling on the soft cushion in front of the Buddha statue, Yang Zhongyuan gritted his teeth tightly, and walked slowly behind that person step by step.

I just heard the man whispering: "Namo Amitabha, bless my Zhongyuan safe and sound, Buddha, I pray that you will let him be well and let him go home as soon as possible."

With that sound, it was as if a knife had been stabbed straight into Yang Zhongyuan's heart. Tears gushed out of his eyes in an instant, and dripped on the bluestone floor tiles.