Chen Luo didn't know what happened to him. He couldn't stop crying once he started. Crying was bad enough, but he cried with tears streaming down his face. It was really not very nice.
The little kid on the couch hadn't seen anyone come to hug him for a long time. As usual, he wanted to howl a few times to attract his father's attention, but when he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of Chen Luo's crying face. He didn't know if he was scared or what, but he turned his head and yawned, and didn't plan to howl anymore.
However, Shen Luo took her handkerchief to wipe his face. Shen Luo, who was crying, looked at him. The two looked at each other and then laughed together.
"It's so embarrassing," Chen Luo began to feel embarrassed after calming down. He simply took the towel and wiped it himself. "Luckily no one else saw it."
The mute also shed two tears just now, but he didn't cry as hard as his senior brother. He habitually suppressed the grievance and sadness that suddenly arose in front of his relatives in his heart. Unfortunately, he didn't have such good acting skills, and occasionally, some sadness would accidentally overflow from the gap.
In fact, there were some things that Chen Luo didn't say for the sake of face. After he fished out the body from the river that day, he believed it so much that he hid it from Chen Xiangzhi and went to various temples and Taoist temples in Huai'an before he finally found a master.
Following the method taught by the master, in the dead of night, he took a small boat, carrying the sunken purse in his arms, and shouted for souls on the river for several hours.
However, Chen Luo had passed through several hands before he came into the hands of the human trafficker, so when he was bought back, no one knew his date of birth. The method of calling back his soul was missing a step. Shen Luo also knew that he was not a blood relative of the mute. If he really fell under the water, according to the master, Ah Que might not be able to hear his voice.
Therefore, Shen Luo shouted on the river for three whole nights. In the end, his voice became hoarse and he could not make any sound no matter how hard he tried. So he gave up. He had wanted to perform a ritual by the river, but unfortunately Shen Xiangzhi could not bear to see him making trouble, so he tied him up and took him back.
His Highness would not allow him to keep the mute's tablet in the Lansheng Courtyard, so Chen Luo had to light a perpetual lamp in the Wanfu Temple so that the mute's soul would have a place to rest.
Even though the prince was certain that the body was not Shen Que, Chen Luo was not as sure as he was. What if the mute really fell to the bottom of the river and didn't ask them to fish him out?
As long as there is even the slightest possibility, he cannot feel at ease. Since he called him brother, how can he bear to see him become a wandering soul, suffering underground?
Fortunately, this mute is lucky...
But even if he came back safe and sound now, Chen Luo still couldn't swallow this breath. These sins... Ah Que didn't have to suffer.
At this moment, two muffled sounds suddenly came from outside the door, followed by Yuan Zhi's loud voice: "Sir!"
He had always been a bit clumsy, after all he was from a theatre troupe, so even if his voice wasn't very pleasant, it was loud. Silai, who was lying on the couch, was about to fall asleep again, but was suddenly awakened by the noise. His facial features wrinkled, and he burst into tears with a loud bang.
Shen was busy hugging him, while Shen Luo wiped his face, went to answer the door, opened the door, took the box from Yuan Zhi's arms, and said to him sternly: "If you act like this again, I will send you to the Criminal Department to get a whip."
Yuanzhi couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved. He used to be like this when getting along with adults, so why did he become "shocking and unruly" now?
He heard the crying coming from the house and asked curiously, "Why did the adults bring back a baby?"
He thought that the kid in Shen Que's arms was the same as him, and was redeemed by Shen Que with silver because he felt soft-hearted.
Unexpectedly, he heard Chen Luo say, "That's the young master. A kid this old can't stand being scared. You should control your voice a little bit in the future. If you scare him again, watch out for your skin."
After saying this, Chen Luo closed the door and went in carrying the box.
When Shen Luo was young, he was beaten, scolded and treated coldly. Therefore, he is very indulgent and lenient to these younger ones, even those he is not close to. Seeing Shen Luo being so cruel to Yuan Zhi, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable in his heart, and reminded him softly: "They are just children, don't be too strict, brother."
"He's already thirteen, how can he still be a child? In a decent family, he should be old enough to get married in two years."
"As soon as I saw him, I couldn't help but compare him to you when you were a kid. At that time... you took everything the master said to heart and were honest and obedient. But this kid is used to currying favor. If you ask him to practice ten times, he will cut corners when no one is watching. He is not down-to-earth. How can you indulge a man like him?"
Looking at his serious and mature appearance, Shen couldn't help but curl his eyebrows and gestured slowly: "When you practiced sword in the past, you always liked to be short of weight, so that the master would chase you and beat you."
Being exposed by him, Shen Luo was not angry: "Brother is gifted, it doesn't matter if he practices less..."
As he said this, he changed the subject and looked at the suitcase in his hand: "I didn't expect you to come back at this time. I just collected some small things in the past, and I wanted to ask someone to send them to the south."
When the box was opened, one saw that it was filled with layers of small clothes for children, with light jackets for adults underneath, and some small toys like rattles and Kongming locks stuffed on the sides.
"But no matter how much I begged, Master wouldn't tell me where you were. I thought, if I really handed these things over, what would happen if His Highness found out? But when I saw them on the street, I couldn't help but buy some. Before I knew it... I had accumulated so many."
Before he finished speaking, Shen Que's eyes turned red. She was afraid that he would notice, so she had to lower her brows.
As Chen Luo spoke, he took out one or two small clothes from the box and covered Si Lai with them, comparing them: "Well... they are a little big, but children grow fast, and they will be able to wear them in a few days."
He did not notice the mute's tears. Seeing that these little things he had saved up could finally come in handy, he was naturally happy. He took out a velvet box from the bottom, moved closer, and then quietly opened it to show Shen Que.
"How is it? Does it look good?" Chen Luo said, "The small gold bracelet made by the silver shop in Pingkangli is a bit expensive, but it is much better looking than those made in other shops."
In the box lay a pair of gold bracelets engraved with the words "Long Life", and on top of the bracelets was a longevity lock, also made of pure gold, with a piece of white jade inlaid inside. As for the details on top, Chen could no longer see clearly.
His eyes were filled with tears and he lowered his head, not knowing what to gesture.
Shen Luo's salary was slightly less than his, and he loved to treat people to wine, so he could never save a few taels of silver. Just for these two small gold ornaments, it was unknown how long he would have to save by living frugally. He might even have to go to the accounting office to withdraw a year's salary.
He didn't know whether he would come back or not, but he still prepared it for himself secretly.
"Ah Que?" Shen Luo suddenly saw the falling tears, and was stunned for a moment, then turned over his body in a panic. Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, he couldn't find the handkerchief he had with him, so he had to lift up his sleeves and wipe the tears from his cheeks. "Why are you still crying? In front of the kid."
Although he said so, Chen Luo still reached out and gently patted his arm, and his nose was also sore: "Please, Ah Que, if you cry again, I can't bear it anymore. Later, you will have to tear down the curtain for your brother to use as a towel to wipe his nose."
"It's a good thing that this kid doesn't remember anything yet. Otherwise, when he looks back, he'll find that his grandfather and uncle cried more than him. Wouldn't that mean he'll have no dignity at all?"
He coaxed her like this half-jokingly, and spoke so distressedly that Shen couldn't help laughing.
My heart feels numb and itchy, full of warmth.
Ciming Hall.
Kneeling in front of the Buddhist altar was a beautiful woman who was about thirty or forty years old. She was wearing a plain coat, had dark hair, and had removed her crown. She had a light touch of makeup on. However, even so, she could not conceal her radiant and beautiful face, which was stunningly beautiful.
The Buddha statue on the table has a golden body, and behind it are hundreds of golden lotus flowers, which sparkle brightly under the candlelight.
At first glance, the luxurious scene seemed a little weird and out of place to the woman in plain clothes.
She held the cinnabar string in her hand, lowered her eyes and recited in a low voice, but at the same time, a young eunuch rushed in from outside, knelt down at her feet with weak hands and feet, and said in a panic: "Empress Dowager..."
The woman's heartbeat tightened and she raised her eyes, but her tone was still calm: "What are you panicking about?"
"The Regent brought a group of elite soldiers and tried to break into the palace, demanding to see the Saint..."
"Bringing soldiers into the palace?" The Queen Mother laughed coldly, "Xie Ling is confused. With such behavior, is he trying to gain power or usurp the throne?"
The eunuch spoke in a low voice, his voice trembling: "Not only the King of Yan, but also many officials in the court, all followed him, and there were also 3,000 students in the Imperial College, all of them knelt under the imperial city, shouting that Taifu Man was loyal as the sun and the moon, and was a wise minister throughout the ages, and demanded that the saint retract the edict and prove his innocence."
Empress Dowager Miao remained silent. When the eunuch thought she would not speak again, she suddenly threw the cinnabar beads in her hand and said, "Who is the one who took the lead?!"
"Yes, it was the students who took the initiative."
"They are crazy," Empress Dowager Miao knelt on the mat and raised her hand to overturn the incense table in front of the Buddha. "They are all crazy. These stupid students, what do they know?"
"Didn't they set an ambush on the road? How could Xie Ling come back safely? Didn't the secret letter delivered to Kyoto yesterday say..."
Is everything going well?
Queen Mother Miao looked up at the golden Buddha, who was neither sad nor happy, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Where are the sixteen guards? What are they for? Have you sent them over to stop them?"
"We did try to stop them," the eunuch said, wanting to cry but unable to. "But I think it may not be possible to stop them. Several generals are the Prince of Yan's men. If we rush over to stop them, it will only be a show..."
After hearing the words of the young eunuch, Empress Dowager Miao laughed coldly.
As long as Xie Ling is still alive and arrives in Beijing safely, all her efforts will be in vain. The Miao family is doomed, but how can she be willing to accept this!
The Miao family in Kyoto is a century-old aristocratic family. The Miao family has had three emperors and empresses. How could they be easily destroyed in her hands?
"Feng Xier."
The young eunuch quickly climbed forward and said, "I am here."
She ordered in a cold voice: "Prepare some wine and food and send them to Funing Palace. Tell him that I sympathize with the hard work of the Imperial Teacher and ask him to take these wine and food to the Imperial Prison. After all, we are the emperor and his subjects. Don't push him too hard."
Feng Xier bowed her head and said, “Yes.”
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