Chapter 117 Still the same as before
Murong Di was immersed in this rare warmth at the moment and completely forgot about He Yanqing who came with him.
After recognizing Hao Ren, Murong Di never looked for He Yanqing again.
After all, the two were not familiar with each other, and Murong Di did not trust He Yanqing much.
He Yanqing never looked for Murong Di because when Murong Di was busy, he was also busy.
Busy being Hao Ren's follower.
After resting for two days, He Yanqing woke up early this morning and the first thing he did was to follow Hao Ren.
He probably also understood the current situation. Pei Lingyun hid his identity here and became the village chief of a mountain.
He Yanqing felt sad when he thought about his brother Zixin falling into this state.
He even wanted to move his entire set of precious utensils in Chang'an to the mountain for Pei Lingyun.
"Morning, cousin."
He Yanqing walked out of the house and called out to the figure in the yard.
He was a little embarrassed.
Because Hao Ren called He Yanqing his cousin to others, He Yanqing had to call Hao Ren "cousin".
Being able to call Zi Xin "Brother" so intimately, He Yanqing's sadness was diluted by happiness.
Moreover, Hao Ren had said to He Yanqing the day before yesterday: "Stay in the mountains for a while, recuperate, and then make plans."
He Yanqing felt a mixture of joy and guilt.
Brother Zixin did not vent his anger on him, but cared about him very much and took him in in the village, where he decided to stay as long as he could.
"Well, go wash up when you wake up. There's hot water in the kitchen."
Hao Ren responded calmly and walked across the yard with a pile of firewood in his arms.
When He Yanqing came back to his senses and saw clearly, his eyes almost popped out.
His first reaction was shock.
How can Brother Zixin do such rough work as servants do?
How could those hands that wrote, painted, and held jade cups hold coarse firewood?
And the next moment, the thought that habitually popped up in my mind was:
Brother Zixin did it, so why can’t I do it?!
So He Yanqing looked at the firewood in the corner of the yard, took a deep breath and went to help.
I just picked up a pile of firewood, but found it was too heavy and I couldn't even straighten my back.
He looked at Hao Ren's straight back as he held the firewood, gritted his teeth, lightened the weight in his arms, and followed Hao Ren to the kitchen.
Although there is a kitchen in the village for making big pot meals, Su Zhizhi's family also has a small kitchen where she boils water or cooks for herself.
Hao Ren placed the firewood next to the stove and turned around to see He Yanqing also carrying a pile of firewood:
"He San, we don't need so much firewood. It won't fit next to the stove."
He Yanqing looked past Hao Ren and saw the pile of firewood in the corner, with a look of embarrassment on his face.
Hao Ren said, "Put the firewood at the kitchen door. If you want to help, sit by the stove and light the fire."
He Yanqing quickly did as he was told.
He sat awkwardly on the small stool by the fire.
He had only ever sat on carved chairs and Luohan beds. This was the first time he sat on a small stool in a corner that was not even as big as his butt.
He Yanqing twisted his body, and the firelight from the stove made his face red. He took the firewood at hand and added it into the stove as much as he could, filling it up.
The fire that was originally burning was extinguished by the cover...
Seeing this, Hao Ren raised his hand to support his forehead for a moment.
At this moment, he seemed to understand a little bit what Yingniang felt when she taught him how to do the work.
"Give me the tongs." Hao Ren opened his hands to He Yanqing.
He Yanqing handed over the fire tongs standing in the corner.
The tongs were heavy and covered with dust.
There were calluses on Hao Ren's palms, calluses from doing rough work.
He Yanqing's gaze dropped along with his heavy heart and he clenched his hands.
Hao Ren reminded: "Pay attention here, don't fill the firewood too full, leave some space in the middle..."
Hao Ren taught He Yanqing how to make fire just like teaching a child.
His voice flowed into He Yanqing's ears, as gentle and patient as it had been many years ago.
He Yanqing recalled that when he was young, his father and eldest brother were busy and had no time to accompany him.
When the young masters of Chang'an gathered, he always liked to stay with his brother Zixin. He watched Zixin paint and said that he also wanted to be able to paint like Zixin.
After hearing this, Brother Zixin came over, held his hand and pen, and guided him to paint a clump of vibrant orchids stroke by stroke.
He Yanqing still remembers that bunch of orchids, how beautifully it was painted.
After Hao Ren adjusted the firewood in the stove, the flames jumped up again.
The wood crackled in the fire and turned black.
He Yanqing moved his lips, his voice so low that it was almost drowned out by the firewood:
"Brother Zixin, I'm sorry."
Hao Ren seemed not to hear. He just paused holding the tongs, then stood up naturally.
"Just cook it like this. Add more firewood and the pot will boil. Di'er and Zhizhi will use this pot of hot water."
"The bucket in my hand is for Yingniang, and you can use the bucket of hot water next to it." Hao Ren returned to the room with a bucket of hot water he had boiled earlier.
Wu Yingniang would practice her spear skills before dawn every day. After practice, she would go home in the dim morning light and wipe off the sweat with the hot water prepared by Hao Ren.
After receiving Hao Ren's instructions, He Yanqing sat obediently by the stove and watched the fire. After the water in the pot was boiled, he took a towel and wiped his face with hot water.
A warm face towel was placed on the face.
He Yanqing raised the corners of his lips.
Brother Zixin is still as good as before.
He still has to continue to learn from his brother Xin.
He also admired Wu Yingniang very much.
Hearing that Wu Yingniang was a heroine who helped brother Zixin when his life was hanging by a thread, He Yanqing simply wanted to worship Wu Yingniang as his savior.
Let him burn three incense sticks and pray every day.
In the future, he also wants to find a wife who knows martial arts and can help her boil water in the morning.
When He Yanqing raised his hand to take the towel, part of his wrist was exposed.
There is an inconspicuous red dot on the inside of the wrist, like cinnabar that was accidentally applied.
The morning light shone on the hot water bucket in Hao Ren's hand.
The hot air turned into wisps of rising white smoke in the sunlight.
Hao Ren heard the birds singing on the eaves and the whispers of branches and leaves in the morning breeze.
He also heard the sound of the stove and He Yanqing's "I'm sorry".
What He Tingfang did to their Pei family cannot be erased by a simple apology.
At that time, the young He Yanqing had not done anything to let the Pei family down.
Even when the Pei family was exiled from the capital, He Yanqing found a way to secretly send money to them.
It’s just that the situation is chaotic now. Money can’t protect people, and people can’t protect money.
Twelve years later, He Yanqing came to Black Bandit Mountain from the capital, and the look he gave him was still like that of a young man full of admiration.
He suddenly saw the shadow of himself at the age of seventeen in He Yanqing, and the Pei Lingyun who was not dead at that time.
He asked He Yanqing to stay, and He Yanqing happily stayed.
But He Yanqing didn't know that he had poisoned He Yanqing from the first day He Yanqing woke up.
Seven days of hanging wrist poison.
The poisoned person will not notice it, only a small red mole will appear on the inside of the wrist.
As long as you take the antidote once every seven days, you can live like a normal person.
But if you don't take the antidote regularly, there is only one way out: death.
He Yanqing took the initiative to send himself to the Black Bandit Mountain, so he must have contained this variable.
As long as He Yanqing does not escape from the mountain secretly and does not have evil thoughts, he will spare He Yanqing's life.
But if He Yanqing has any disloyalty, he will surely die.
The He family protected He Yanqing very well. His mind was as clear as when he was young.
It's just a pity.
Even if He San is still the same He San from back then.
He is no longer the gentleman Pei Lingyun of the past.
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