Chapter 175: Change of Route to Anzhou

The next morning, Chen Shiyi made a decision.

"Let's change our route to Anzhou. We have a teahouse there. Let's stay there."

As long as everyone follows Chen Shiyi, they will have no opinions.

The only one who had an opinion was Fu Da.

He was complaining in his heart, when can I get the antidote?

Jingran agreed.

"Boss, Anzhou is rich in grain. I told you last time that we should buy grain and build a grain warehouse. We have already done it. We also have a tea house in Anzhou. It is definitely a wise move for us to go to Anzhou."

Chen Shiyi smiled knowingly.

"good."

She turned and said to Li Yunzhou.

"Look, you are my chief manager again."

The prosperity of Anzhou does not lie in the prosperity of the capital, but in the fact that even the lowest class of people can make ends meet. There are fewer beggars on the streets, the streets are clean, rows of blue brick and tile houses are neatly arranged, and the people are very open-minded. Unlike Kyoto, most women have to cover their faces or wear veils when going out, which is extremely inconvenient.

Here, women walk in groups of two or three on the streets. Many of them are literate and run businesses.

"I didn't expect this place to be more comfortable than Kyoto."

Li Yunzhou smiled and nodded.

“This is really a good place for me.”

Since they had agreed to go to Anzhou, Jing Ran had already asked the local shopkeeper to buy him a two-entry courtyard house.

When they arrived in Anzhou, they moved directly into the house.

Chen Shiyi's small courtyard is called Mi Yin Ge.

I don't know who took this name, but it gives me the feeling of a peerless beauty hidden in the market.

However, she is not worthy of this title.

I don’t know what kind of person the owner of the house in front is. The wall is covered with roses in full bloom.

Red, pink, purple and white flowers bloom in clusters, vying for beauty.

The flowers are fragrant and the sunshine is bright.

Chen Shiyi's depression during this period was relieved by the strong and sweet atmosphere. She sat at the ink-colored desk in front of the window, picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a very long letter to Pei Luoshu who was far away in Jiangzhou.

She tied the letter to the pigeon's leg, threw it with both hands, and the snow-white pigeon flew straight into the blue sky.

When the dove landed on Pei Luoshu's shoulder, he was flipping through official documents by light.

He stopped writing, grabbed the pigeon, took out the envelope, and curled his lips.

I never thought that she would write such a long letter to herself. In the past, if a letter had more than four words, it was considered a blessing from God.

As he watched, the corners of his mouth that were raised slowly smoothed out.

Just a few days ago, I received a letter from Fu Da via a pigeon, saying that Eleven had sold all his properties in Kyoto and Yanzhou and came to Jiangzhou.

He was so excited that he dragged Fufeng to look at houses everywhere. They found a house with three courtyards, with thin bamboos in the inner courtyard and a large area of ​​sycamore trees. He had even thought about digging the small fish pond in the courtyard bigger, planting lotus, and building a pavilion beside it to provide cool air.

He also wanted to ask a prestigious local scholar to preside over his wedding with Eleven. The day she married him would be the most grand event in Jiangzhou.

But, but…

He tightened the envelope in his hand, and then thought that this was the longest letter Eleven had ever written to him. His anger slowly subsided, and he placed it on the table, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles on the envelope.

He picked up his pen to write back, wanting to tell her not to be afraid, that this was thousands of miles away, and this was his territory. He didn't believe that Wen Zhiheng's hands could reach so far.

I crumpled up the paper while writing.

He knew Eleven's character very well. Even if he talked nonsense, she would never treat his life and death lightly.

Before in Fangling, she knelt down for his life and death. Now, for his life and death, there is no way she could come to Jiangzhou.

She had finally agreed to be with him, but now she was left by Wen Zhiheng.

Wen Zhiheng, Wen Zhiheng...

He is a stepping stone.

If this stepping stone is not removed, he will always stand between them.

Then... let him have a try.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Under the dim candlelight, Pei Luoshu picked up his pen to write back.

wait for me!

There were no flowery words, no solemn vows.

He only put these two words into practice through his actions.

Luzhou is adjacent to Anzhou. When Fu Xuwen heard the news about Chen Shiyi, it was already late autumn.

He stood at the gate of the teahouse in Luzhou, holding the letter in his hand, and was stunned for a long time.

Wan Yi on the side laughed sarcastically.

"Your elder sister has also suffered this day. After she drove us to Luzhou, Qinyun Building was set on fire, Yuanxi died, and now she has even been driven to Anzhou. This is really retribution!"

After Fu Xuwen heard this, he turned around and slapped Wan Yi hard.

Wan Yi stroked her face and looked at him angrily.

Fu Xuwen said this in a voice without any emotion.

"How dare you slander my sister? The next time I hear you say something bad about her, you know the consequences."

Wan Yi looked at Fu Xuwen who was walking away, her eyes seemed to be filled with poison.

The first night she followed him to Luzhou, he fed her a bowl of abortion pills.

She then hurriedly explained that the child was really his.

Fu Xuwen, however, looked at her with a cold face and smiled contemptuously.

"Don't I know whether the child is mine or not?"

At this moment, she realized what kind of wolf she was following.

That night, he let herself cry and scream in the room all night, her bright red blood soaking the sheets, and he didn't call a doctor for her.

When she saw him, she grabbed the corner of his clothes and her face turned pale.

"We have been married for a few months, why are you treating me like this?"

He stood at the door, with the light behind him, so I couldn't see the expression on his face, but I could hear his cold and ruthless voice.

"Didn't you take off your clothes and get into my bed? To be honest, it's you who destroyed my innocence."

Wan Yi didn't say anything else. She could only pawn the clothes she had pestered Fu Xuwen to buy for her and exchange them for medicine.

As for the other gold and silver jewelry, they were all taken back by Fu Xuwen.

"You're just a liar, you don't deserve this."

She wanted to leave, but she had nowhere to go, so she could only follow Fu Xuwen.

However, if you said anything that he didn't want to hear, he would just hit you without showing any mercy.

Wan Yi thought that this was all retribution for her deception.

But, she also wanted to know when Fu Xuwen's retribution would come.

He started out as a beggar, got lucky and was picked up by his elder sister. Later, he used himself to betray his elder sister and started his own business.

Such people will certainly not have a good ending.

Fu Xuwen naturally didn't know that Wan Yi was thinking so much, and he didn't care about her anyway.

But what happened to my sister? How did Qinyun Building burn down? Why did Yuanxi die? And why did she come to Anzhou?

He called a manager from below.

"Please help me check why the owner of the tea house in Anzhou came here in person. He wants to take care of every detail and reward you if you do a good job."

The manager went down happily, but was suddenly stopped by Fu Xuwen.

He rubbed his aching head.

"Forget it, don't go."