Chapter 44: Her five fingers inserted into his fingers, gently...
Early in the morning, Su Guanqing was awakened by the sound of birdsong. As soon as he woke up, he fumbled to put on his clothes.
In order to prevent the clothes from being reversed when he put them on, he folded them in order when he took them off last night. It was cheaper today.
While I was tying my belt, there was a knock on the wooden door.
Su Guanqing thought it was Jiang Tong who came, and without even taking the bamboo stick, he quickly tied the belt and waded over to open the door. Before he could say anything, he heard the person outside yawn.
"Fu Liu?" Su Guanqing's smile faded a little.
Feng Fuliu knew what was going on the moment he saw Su Guanqing's expression. He glared at him sleepily and said in a sarcastic theatrical voice, "Oh my, I'm sorry for disappointing you. It's my fault."
Since leaving the music troupe, Feng Fuliu has not practiced his voice for a long time, and his gestures have gradually deviated from the delicate male dan style.
Although Su Guanqing could not see the changes in Feng Fuliu's movements, he could hear that the other party was no longer pinching his throat when speaking, and his voice was becoming more and more like a man's.
At this moment, Feng Fuliu suddenly sang in the voice of a male dan, which made Su Guanqing a little confused.
"No, Fu Liu, that's not what I meant." Su Guanqing took a long time to react and said hurriedly.
Feng Fuliu ignored him, went into the house to get some green salt and a toothbrush, and gave them to him, then went to get some water for washing his face.
After the two of them finished washing up, when Feng Fuliu went to pour water, someone knocked on the door again.
Seeing Su Guanqing hurriedly trying to open the door, Feng Fuliu sneered, "Don't worry, the door is not closed."
Sure enough, the next moment, Zhao Quesheng's timid voice came from outside the door: "Master?"
Su Guanqing walked over, lighting his bamboo cane, and asked, "Quesheng, why are you here?"
"I'm here to take Master to the study."
A wave of disappointment washed over Su Guanqing's heart: "Did the teacher ask you to come?"
"No, I live in the side room to Master's left, and I thought I'd go with Master on the way." Zhao Quesheng stepped over the threshold and reached out to help him. "Shall we go now?"
"No problem, you go first, I'll come later."
The little girl had no choice but to leave first. She turned back outside the door to confirm, "Master will come, right?"
Su Guanqing nodded with a smile.
Listening to the sound of Zhao Quesheng jumping and skipping away, Su Guanqing walked back to the side room and asked Feng Fuliu, who was making the bed, "Fuliu, are you still going to the old house to move things today?"
Feng Fuliu said, "Go ahead. I'll borrow a horse from the gatekeeper and use it to get a carriage to move the items. Will you come with me? And while you're at it, you can also check which items need to be moved and which items are discarded."
Su Guanqing only wanted to go to the study to accompany Jiang Tong, and was unwilling to go out. He immediately showed an embarrassment: "I won't go. I don't have anything important. You can just take care of it."
"If you can't find anything later, don't blame me!"
Just as Su Guanqing was about to speak, Jiang Tong's clear voice came from the door: "Guanqing! Are you up?"
When Su Guanqing heard Jiang Tong's voice, he immediately put Feng Fuliu behind his mind and walked out without stopping: "I'm fine."
Feng Fuliu rolled her eyes, raised her arm and threw the folded quilt to the corner of the bed.
Over there, Su Guanqing and Jiang Tong were walking on the corridor.
As they walked, I introduced the situation inside the house to him.
Today, Jiang Tong did not pull his wrist through his sleeve, but held his hand directly.
She inserted her five fingers into his, gently closed them, and swayed with her steps.
Su Guanqing's fingers were stretched out stiffly, wanting to pull them back but not daring to. He didn't even notice where he was. After turning two corners, Jiang Tong squeezed his hand and said angrily:
"What are you thinking about! Did you remember what I told you? If you get lost, I won't leave the painting behind to look for you!"
Su Guanqing asked her to pinch, and her fingers curled up instinctively. His big hand then completely held her hand, and their fingers were tightly clasped.
His heart was beating fast, and he swallowed hard before saying, "I was just wondering, it turns out that Quesheng lives next to my room."
"Yes."
"Are the two side rooms on either side of your wing empty?"
"No, Qiao lives in one room, and the other is used as a study."
"I thought you would let Queshen live next to you. After all, she has to come to see you every day."
One of them lived in the east wing and the other in the west wing. Zhao Quesheng lived in the ear room of the west wing. Every day when he came to the east wing to find Jiang Tong, he had to cross the entire front yard.
"It's okay for a kid to run errands, but I, an old man, don't like to walk too much."
Su Guanqing couldn't help but smile when he heard her condescending tone.
Jiang Tong poked his waist in dissatisfaction: "What are you laughing at? Don't laugh!"
"Yes, I won't laugh." Su Guanqing immediately tightened his face, but the corners of his mouth were still raised.
After walking a few steps, Su Guanqing said again: "Before we moved, you always let Aqiao live in the wing room. Why do you let her live in the ear room now? How about I switch with Aqiao? I don't care about the size of the house. Let her live in my wing room and I will move to the ear room."
Jiang Tong refused without a second thought: "That won't work. Now that the house is big, there are too many people and too many eyes. If she lives next to me, I can consult her if I have something to do."
As she spoke, she tilted her head and saw the corner of Su Guanqing's mouth drooping almost imperceptibly. Only then did she realize that what Su Guanqing meant by this was that he wanted to live closer to her.
Her heart softened, and her fox eyes curved. She almost asked him to move the study room away and move in.
But then she thought again, if she really let Su Guanqing move next to her, Zhong Wanci would probably come over and cry in front of her.
She shook his hand, not continuing the topic, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Aqiao has already gone to find the royal heir. You should not contact those assassins left by Uncle Su privately anymore. If they come looking for you, send them to find Aqiao. In short, from now on, don't get involved in those things."
"I saved it." Su Guanqing nodded seriously.
This was what they had discussed yesterday. First, they would stabilize Mao Zhang, and later on, they would create the illusion that the heir to the throne was dead for the Zhengtong Emperor to see. By the way, they would cut off the fantasies of Jiang Huaishan and Mao Zhang, and make this matter impossible completely.
Only in this way can they continue to live their lives in peace.
"Will it really work out with Aqiao?" Su Guanqing asked. He didn't know Aqiao well, so he was still a little worried.
"I don't think it's a big problem. My father and his family don't know how to manage household affairs. Once the family fortune is gone, there will be no way to continue. At this moment, only Aqiao can get financial support from me. She is extremely capable and is the descendant of a loyal and honest person. Mao Zhang will have no choice but to give her power. I estimate that within a few months, Aqiao will be able to take charge of the overall situation."
As for Aqiao's identity, she did not hide it from Jiang Tong and Su Guanqing that day.
"My mother is indeed the concubine of the Shang family, but I am not of the Shang family's bloodline."
At that time, Su Guanqing asked in a daze: "Then your father is..." Jiang Tong pinched him and he swallowed the second half of the sentence.
A Qiao smiled carefreely:
"It's okay. Actually, I don't know. He was a benefactor of my mother's in the past, right? Mr. Shang didn't mind having another burden, so he brought me along. It's a pity that my mother wasn't so lucky. She didn't live a good life for more than two years. After she died, I felt embarrassed to rely on Mr. Shang, so I had to find a way to make a living on my own. As for my luck, I'm not bad. I learned some skills and made it to where I am today."
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While they were enjoying themselves and the beauty of the place, things were almost in chaos in the main house.
Ever since Zhong Wanci knew that Su Guanqing had moved in, she couldn't stop thinking about all sorts of things. Unfortunately, Jiang Huaishan was in a coma at that time, so she could only suppress her emotions and take care of her husband.
Jiang Huaishan finally made it to the next day and recovered a little. She took care of Jiang Huaishan and helped him drink his medicine, then started to settle the accounts.
"What's going on? Why did you bring Guan Qing here? Or did you go there in person? Have you forgotten what we discussed?"
"Well, Guanqing, you will be bullied if you live alone." Jiang Huaishan was half lying on the bed, his face still a little pale.
"You can't bring him here! Didn't you see what he and Tongtong looked like?"
When she went out in the afternoon, she saw Jiang Tong and Su Guanqing sitting side by side on a stone bench next to the rockery in the backyard.
Jiang Tong was talking and seemed to be in high spirits.
Su Guanqing listened with a smile, his whole body bathed in the golden sunlight, looking soft and relaxed.
"Tongtong even fed him oranges! They were both biting off each other!" Zhong Wanci slammed the empty medicine bowl onto the table, angrily saying, "What a mess!"
"I think if they like each other, we should just let it go, right?"
Zhong Wanci glared at him, "How can you just let things take their own course? Guan Qing is a slave now! A slave! You can't marry Tongtong!"
"That's hard to say," Jiang Huaishan said, "perhaps in the future, when His Majesty grants amnesty to the entire nation, Guan Qing will no longer be a pariah."
"Where's this general amnesty? You're dreaming!" She paced anxiously. "Even if he's no longer a slave, he still can't see! If they have children in the future, will they also be blind like Guan Qing?"
"Oh, my ancestors, why do you think about these nonsense all day long?" Jiang Huaishan had a headache and reached out to rub his temples.
"You! Is this how you act as a father? You don't think about your daughter at all!" Zhong Wanci felt that her husband was really unreliable. Her eyes turned red and she began to cry.
"Hey, why are you crying again?" Jiang Huaishan's head hurt even more. "What can I do if your daughter likes Guan Qing?"
"Isn't this asking you to figure out a solution? If you don't care, I'll take Tongtong back to her parents' home!"
"Why are you talking about this for no reason?" Jiang Huaishan was a little impatient. He slid down and lay down on the bed, looking like he didn't want to bother with Zhong Wanci anymore.
Seeing him like this, Zhong Wanci felt even more aggrieved. She threw her sleeves and said, "You've already written the divorce letter, so we can just have nothing to do with each other!"
Jiang Huaishan finally panicked and struggled to get up: "That doesn't count, it doesn't count."
"How can it not count? You wrote it in black and white yourself!"
"Isn't it something only you and I know?" Jiang Huaishan sat up and reached for her hand. "Don't tell anyone about this, and it'll just disappear, right?"
Zhong Wanci threw him off. After spending half her life obeying her father before marriage and her husband after marriage, she finally realized a truth belatedly.
It's unreliable to rely on men.
After she had reflected on her mistakes, she muttered to herself, "You don't need to worry about Tongtong's affairs. I'll figure it out myself."
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