Chapter 38 Something happened to the silver bottle! The eldest lady was riding a horse and fell off the horse...

A Qiao did not leave that day and moved into her new house. In the evening, Jiang Tong came to talk to her after finishing her work. The two talked about a lot of past events after they separated. They talked until midnight and then they just slept together.

Outside, an autumn rain had begun to fall, blowing the bamboo leaves in the yard left and right, and hitting the window frames, making a rustling sound.

The oil lamps in the house flickered, and the warmth was cozy, giving people a sense of the comfort and pleasure of "My cat and I never go out".

For a quarter of an hour, the two of them squinted their eyes and no one spoke.

Jiang Tong turned over and over again, and finally spoke softly: "You... went to see Guan Qing?"

Ah Qiao laughed before he even opened his eyes: "I was wondering when you would be willing to ask Mr. Su."

She turned over and slept on her side, looking at Jiang Tong: "What the hell are you two doing?"

"I never quarreled with him. It was clearly him quarreling with me."

"You young man can't keep your temper. Are you still going to argue with him?"

"So what if I don't care? He is a young boy, and I am a centenarian. Can I still take advantage of him?" The sound of thousands of leaves and thousands of sounds outside the window continued, and Jiang Tong suddenly felt a little annoyed.

"You can't say that. Now that you're back, you're sixteen years old. Just treat the events of your previous life as a long, long dream. Do you really want to add the years in the dream to your own?"

When Jiang Tong heard Ah Qiao's words, she felt as if she had been struck by a stern warning. She sat up, staring blankly at the bamboo shadows outside the window, muttering, "...So I'm not old. It was all just a dream."

"Yeah," Qiao yawned. "I'm just waiting to show my skills now. I don't think of myself as an old man."

Ah Qiao wiped away the tears from her sleepiness and talked about how Xie Mancang had bullied his master: "... Young Master Su is still sleeping on the bed made out of the door panel in the study, and that servant is so good, he actually lives in the main house. Not to mention the others..."

Jiang Tong was so angry that he slammed the bed: "God damn dog! This is too much!"

"Shall we go there tomorrow?" A Qiao turned his head and asked her, hugging the pillow.

Jiang Tong was startled and said hesitantly, "...let me think about it."

…

There were usually no lights or candles in Su Guanqing's room. In the darkness, he leaned against a single pillow, listening to the sound of rain falling continuously.

Ever since Bai Ri A Qiao came and left, he began to feel uneasy.

My mind was full of thoughts: would Miss Aqiao tell Tongtong about her experience? What would happen if Tongtong knew?

Will Tongtong come to see me?

Will Tongtong stand up for herself?

Will Tongtong force me to move to her place?

Tongtong...will she still care about me?

…

The next afternoon, when there was a knock on the door, Su Guanqing's heart almost jumped out.

He walked out of the study at lightning speed and headed straight for the courtyard gate. He was so fast that he didn't look like an invisible person at all.

"Tongtong?" Su Guanqing called out anxiously as soon as he opened the door.

"Oh, it seems that you are not waiting for me." A charming voice sounded in my ears.

"Fu Liu? Why are you here?" Su Guanqing was stunned.

"Of course it was Miss Jiang from your family who redeemed me," Feng Fuliu walked past him, twisting her waist as she entered, looking around the yard, "She asked me to be your servant, and from now on I'll be here to serve you."

Su Guanqing's eyes widened: "You come to serve me? How can this be possible?"

"Well, I took care of you a lot when we were in the music class, didn't I? Why didn't you tell me then?"

A gloomy mood spread in Su Guanqing's heart.

...With Tongtong's temper, now that things have come to that point, how could she possibly come to me again?

...What on earth am I expecting?

"Hey! What's that expression on your face? Oh, it's not your Tongtong who came. You're unhappy, right? Then I'm leaving!" Feng Fuliu snorted, flicked his sleeves vigorously, and made a gesture to leave.

Su Guanqing hurriedly reached out and fumbled to pull him: "No, no. I'm very happy that you can come. You... you met Miss Jiang?"

"No, it was Miss Qiao who came forward." Feng Fuliu shook her head when she saw Su Guanqing's dejected look. "I think Miss Jiang treats you well. Why did you have to make such a fuss with her? Just give in and move in. This way you won't have to suffer the pain of missing her every day."

Su Guanqing frowned and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Miss Jiang will get married in the future. There is nothing special between her and me."

"If you want to deceive yourself, I can't say anything. I'm going to beat that boy up and drive him away. From now on, this is our territory as brothers." Feng Fuliu rolled up his sleeves and walked inside.

Soon, Su Guanqing heard Xie Mancang's angry shouting.

However, Xie Mancang was no match for Feng Fuliu's sharp tongue.

The verbal abuse quickly escalated into a fight.

At first, Su Guanqing was worried that Feng Fuliu would suffer a loss, but soon all he could hear was Xie Mancang's begging for mercy and the dull sound of punches hitting flesh.

…

After that, with Feng Fuliu's care, Su Guanqing's life was not so difficult.

But he still refused to go out. Whether Feng Fuliu went to buy vegetables and medicine, or went to the Jiang family to collect the monthly allowance, he refused to follow.

That day, Feng Fuliu came back from Jiang's house and saw Su Guanqing seemed to be hesitant to speak. He said unhappily, "I didn't see Miss Jiang!"

"I didn't ask either—" Su Guanqing muttered, hung his head, and walked towards the study.

Feng Fuliu said leisurely, "However, I saw at the gatehouse that her family had just bought a horse—"

Su Guanqing paused and his ears pricked up.

"That fur is so shiny and glossy, I'm afraid it's not cheap. I never thought this Miss Jiang is so capable. It's only been half a year, and she's already made a name for herself. Even I've heard of the name of the painter Jiang. Wow, she's really amazing."

Su Guanqing smiled, looking proud: "Miss Jiang is very capable."

Feng Fuliu couldn't stand seeing him look so worthless, so she rolled her eyes and said, "What a waste!"

Su Guanqing didn't take it seriously and asked cheerfully, "I'll cook lunch, what do you want to eat?"

"Just make some of it. I bought some braised pork. Oh, right..." Feng Fuliu suddenly remembered something and looked at Su Guanqing. "I've been going in and out lately, and I always feel like there are a few familiar faces guarding the door. Is someone watching us?"

Su Guanqing's expression tightened: "Ignore them."

"Do you know what's going on outside?"

"How would I know?" Su Guanqing turned and walked towards the kitchen. "Don't worry about them. I'll go light the fire. You go wash the rice."

"Okay, your medicine is almost gone. If you want to go for a follow-up visit, shall we go out together this afternoon?"

"No, I won't go. Just help me get it back according to the previous recipe." Su Guanqing's figure had disappeared at the door of the kitchen.

In the afternoon, Feng Fuliu had just walked out of the door when someone banged on the door.

"Is Master Su here? Master Su!"

Su Guanqing opened the door with a puzzled look on his face: "Who is looking for me?"

"Something happened! The younger one is a servant in the Jiang Mansion, and the older one was riding a horse and fell off!"

Su Guanqing's expression changed drastically: "Where is she hurt?"

"He fell and hit his head. He lost a lot of blood and has been unconscious. The master is not here. Madam is so anxious that she asked me to ask the young master to go over."

"Take me there quickly!" Su Guanqing hurried out. "Have you called the doctor?"

"Someone has been sent to invite him." The messenger hurriedly helped Su Guanqing get on the carriage.

Before Su Guanqing even sat down properly, he kept asking questions -

"Where is the injury?"

"The back of the head or the forehead?"

"Has the bleeding stopped?"

"Did she go riding alone?"

"How could she have fallen? Miss has always been a good rider."

"Is the horse frightened? Or has something happened?"

"Which doctor did you hire? Is he good at treating injuries?"

…

The messenger was dumbfounded for a long time, not even finding a chance to interrupt. When Su Guanqing could no longer wait for an answer and temporarily fell silent, the messenger said:

"Young Master, you have so many questions. How can I, a mere servant serving outside, know everything? Why don't you wait until you arrive at the Jiang residence and then ask Madam yourself?"

Unable to get an answer, Su Guanqing became even more anxious, but all he could do at this moment was to urge the carriage to go faster.

The driver whipped the horse's butt with all his might. The horse felt pain and neighed, then almost ran away. The carriage was almost falling apart.

Su Guanqing was worried about whether Jiang Tong's life would be in danger, and at the same time he was worried that Jiang Tong would be blind like himself.

As he was worried, he suddenly felt a dull pain in the back of his head. He covered the back of his head with his hands and vaguely remembered that this was the place where he was injured when he fell off his horse.

The shadow of the past and the heartache in front of him instantly swallowed him up.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Guanqing finally recovered a little and was about to ask how long it would take to get there when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

It was very quiet outside the carriage. The only sound he could hear was the carriage's movement. Apart from that, he could not hear the bustling voices of people in the city streets.

——They have left the city.

But the Jiang family is not outside the city!

Su Guanqing's expression calmed down instead: "Whose people are you? Where are you taking me?"

No one answered.

Su Guanqing suddenly rushed towards the carriage door. Just as he took a step, he felt a pain in his abdomen. His hand was empty and the bamboo stick was snatched away.

"Don't worry, sir. My master has no ill intentions. He just has something he wants to ask you. If you are willing to cooperate, I can ensure your safety."

Su Guanqing endured the pain, pursed his lips and said nothing more.

He pricked up his ears to listen to the sounds outside, and found that the further he walked, the farther away he was, and there was no sound at all that could help him determine where he was.

About half a quarter of an hour later, the carriage stopped.

Su Guanqing heard the sound of wind blowing through leaves.

"Sir, please come this way."

"Give me my bamboo stick."

"I'll just support you, sir. You don't need a bamboo stick." The man said, reaching out to pull Su Guanqing.

Su Guanqing had no choice but to follow him. After walking for a while, the man took him into a house.

The man then retreated on his own.

Just when Su Guanqing was puzzled, a familiar male voice sounded in his ears: "I have no choice but to invite you here. Please forgive me."

"You are..." Su Guanqing recalled briefly and said in astonishment, "Uncle Jiang's cousin."

"Mr. Su has a good memory." Jiang Huaiyan said.

"If you want to find me, just find me. Why lie to me and say that Miss Jiang has something wrong!" Su Guanqing frowned, and there was a rare hint of anger in his tone.

"Please forgive me, sir. I have sent people to ask you several times, but you just keep deceiving us. I am helpless and have to resort to this last resort."

"Even if you catch me, I still don't know what I don't know." Su Guanqing stood still, with no other expression on his face.

"What a complete misunderstanding!" Jiang Huaiyan walked up to Su Guanqing and said, "After the death of Crown Prince Huaixian, everyone thought that the late emperor had no other heirs. Only Lord Su, instructed by the late emperor, secretly searched for the heir who was living among the people. Unfortunately, just as he was found, a big change occurred in the palace.

"Lord Su was devoted to his country, willing to sacrifice his own life to restore the late emperor's bloodline. It's a pity that his plan was not kept secret, and his efforts were thwarted at the last moment. Could Master Su have the heart to let Lord Su die with regrets?"

When Jiang Huaiyan said this, he saw Su Guanqing close his eyes and look indifferent. His face turned stern and he shouted, "Where did Lord Su hide the heir?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." Su Guanqing still closed his eyes.

"Su Guanqing! Don't act crazy or stupid in front of me!"

"I really don't know what you're talking about."

Jiang Huaiyan was about to lose his temper when he suddenly remembered something and softened his tone, "Do you think we're from the Zhengtong Emperor? I'm Jiang Huaiyan, your uncle Jiang's cousin. Don't you even trust your uncle Jiang?"

"I really don't know what you are talking about." Su Guanqing remained unmoved.

"Su Guanqing! Don't really think you're the son of Lord Su. I wouldn't dare do anything to you! To repay the late emperor's kindness, I'd sacrifice even my own life, so why would I begrudge you my life?"

This time, Su Guanqing did not repeat the words. He just closed his eyes and mouth and ignored Jiang Huaiyan.

"Well, since you're determined to oppose us, don't blame me for being ruthless! Come! Tie up this scoundrel who betrayed his king and father!"