Murong Ye didn't care.
"She has the time, so let her do it."
In his opinion, Ye Chutang was totally wasting his time.
After all, she is a girl. Her brothers and sisters were still young, so she had no choice but to take care of everything.
But now they have returned to the capital, and are living a good life. They just want to live a peaceful and stable life. Why should they cause trouble for themselves?
What does it matter whether you are buried in the suburbs of Beijing or in Qingzhou?
After hearing what he said, Ye Shixian's originally uneasy heart calmed down a little.
She was probably a little crazy. She thought that whatever Ye Chutang did had ulterior motives.
I guess she just wanted to show her filial piety, and took the opportunity to use this incident to step on her father, implicitly criticizing the burial that year for being too perfunctory.
However, my father has now been exiled to Tongbei. Compared with this, this little calculation is nothing.
Murong Ye looked at her with pitiful eyes and red eyes and nose, and hugged her tighter. He couldn't help but gently stroke her slender waist with his palm.
Ye Shixian's heart was pounding and she subconsciously wanted to break free, but as soon as this thought flashed through her mind, she forced it down.
The only person she can rely on right now is Murong Ye, and she must hold on to this thigh tightly no matter what!
Resisting the discomfort in her heart, Ye Shixian changed the subject and asked with some concern:
"Master Murong, you have helped me so much this time. Does Lord Murong know about this?"
This question is of course nonsense. Murong Yang is a shrewd man. How could Murong Ye do these things under his nose and escape his eyes?
Asking this was just to divert Murong Ye's attention.
Sure enough, after hearing these words, the fire that Murong Ye had just ignited was instantly extinguished.
He frowned, feeling upset.
His father probably saw that he was very persistent and finally gave in, but he warned him again and again that Ye Shixian could not set foot in the door of his Murong family without his permission.
Of course, I can't say these things to her directly.
Murong Ye said: "He knows. But don't worry, I will protect you."
Ye Shixian's face was full of guilt.
"Mr. Murong, please don't be angry with me and Lord Murong. I..."
The more I talk, the more annoying it gets.
Murong Ye lost interest and let her go, saying:
"I know what's going on, so you don't have to worry too much. It's getting late today, so I'll go back first. I'll go back to the Imperial College tomorrow, and I'll come to see you during the ten-day holidays."
His father has locked him up at home for quite some time. If he doesn't return to the Imperial College to resume his studies, it would be too unreasonable.
Ye Shixian felt relieved and responded obediently.
Murong Ye gave a few more instructions and finally turned and left.
…
Dingbei Marquis Mansion.
"Master, Grand Scholar Chen is here to visit."
Chen Yanchuan raised his eyebrows: "It's a rare guest."
Yun Cheng smiled and said, "Who said it wasn't?"
Chen Songshi lives a secluded life and rarely goes out, so it is rare for him to take the initiative to visit me.
Chen Yanchuan's eyelashes drooped slightly, and many thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, but he still couldn't figure out why Chen Songshi came here today.
"Please ask Mr. Chen to go to the study."
As soon as Shen Yanchuan entered the room, he saw Chen Songshi standing with his hands behind his back, admiring a piece of calligraphy on the wall.
"Mr. Chen."
Chen Songshi looked back. He was nearly sixty years old, unkempt, but in good spirits.
He waved his hand.
"You're welcome. This is your house. Please do as you please."
Chen Yanchuan: “…”
Yun Cheng was obviously already accustomed to this person's style of doing things. He observed his heart and offered him a jar of aged wine, then left.
Chen Songshi is fond of drinking. He may not serve tea, but he must have wine.
However, Chen Songshi just glanced at it and then looked away.
Shen Yanchuan noticed this and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"I don't know what's the matter today that has troubled you so much?"
Chen Songshi and Dingbei Hou Chen Youyan were close friends who met over drinks, so when he came here, he felt much more comfortable and casual than others.
It's just that Shen Youyan has stopped drinking since his wife passed away, but this has no effect on Chen Songshi. He just comes whenever he wants to drink, and doesn't ask Shen Youyan to join him. He just drinks by himself.
Later, Shen Youyan was stationed in Northern Xinjiang, and Chen Songshi came less often, but the friendship between the two sides remained deep.
When Chen Yanchuan met him, he also performed the etiquette of a junior.
Chen Songshi pointed to the painting on the wall and said, "I remember, this wasn't the one hanging here before?"
Of course not.
His paintings were hung here before.
It’s just… he had already given it away as a favor.
Shen Yanchuan paused: "Yes. Why do you suddenly think of asking this?"
Chen Songshi said, "Let's change it."
Chen Yanchuan was slightly startled: "You mean..."
Chen Songshi raised his hand: "I'll give you another pair, bring the pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"
Chen Yanchuan: “…”
Although he didn't know why Chen Songshi did this, Shen Yanchuan didn't ask any more questions and went straight forward to grind ink for Chen Songshi.
Chen Songshi is an expert in painting. Many people want to get a copy of his work but are unable to do so. Even a huge sum of money would be enough to buy one.
It was because Chen Songshi had a strange temper that he only gave his calligraphy and paintings to people he wanted to give them to. As for those that he didn't like, he would tear them up on the spot rather than let the other party get them for free.
Chen Songshi picked up his pen and started writing with great concentration.
Shen Yanchuan looked at it for a while, and as the outline gradually became clear, he felt vaguely familiar.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
This seems to be...
While he was thinking, Chen Songshi had already finished the last stroke, and an ink painting that was full of meaning, free and vivid was completed.
There is also a faint scent of ink in the air.
Chen Yanchuan paused and asked, "If I'm not mistaken, what you drew is..."
"Purple Sky Peak."
Chen Songshi put down his pen with satisfaction, turned around and asked,
"how?"
Chen Yanchuan nodded: "You are an expert in painting, so it is naturally excellent."
Chen Songshi was even more satisfied.
"I haven't been to Feiyun Temple on Zixiao Peak for a long time."
It would be a bit outrageous if Shen Yanchuan didn’t understand what he was saying, but when he understood, he only felt it was even more outrageous.
A name came to his mind.
The next moment, he heard the name from Chen Songshi's mouth.
"Ye Chutang from the Ye family seems to be in Feiyun Temple recently, right?"
Shen Yanchuan put the painting down: “Yes.”
After hesitating for a moment, he asked the question in his mind: "Are you acquainted with her too?"
Chen Songshi shook his head: "I don't know him."
Why do you mention her suddenly?
Chen Songshi then added: "But it's OK if you know him."
A smile suddenly appeared on his face and his tone became much more enthusiastic.
"You should know that the Yunlai Tavern was opened by her, right?"
Shen Yanchuan felt that he seemed to already know why Chen Songshi came today and insisted on painting here.
really--
"Her signature drink in the snow is refreshing and fragrant, smooth in the mouth, and feels like fire when it passes through the intestines, which is inspired by the idea of a blazing fire in the snow. It is truly a delicacy! It's a pity that it is limited in quantity each day, and you can't take it out."
As Chen Songshi spoke, he couldn't help smacking his lips, still thinking about the aroma of the wine that day.
He winked at Shen Yanchuan.
"You have a very close relationship with her, so she must have given it to you privately, right?" (End of this chapter)
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