Chapter 79: How come the first episode is now so neat and tidy...
Yang Sheng's voice was like a sharp lightning, which cut a hole in the silence in the main room with a loud bang. The stuffy heat flowed around the room and finally found an outlet to vent and rushed out.
It was clearly March, but it felt like the fifth day of summer. The strange atmosphere ended the moment he finished speaking.
"Hmm? What's that ghost yelling?"
Lord Jia's posture remained unchanged, but his back was facing Yang Sheng. He turned around when he heard the news and asked in confusion.
However, the tone was not as calm as before. Instead, it carried a hint of weariness and difficulty in concealing fatigue.
"Ah...it's okay, it's okay. I mean, the water is ready."
Yang Sheng paused, stunned, and felt that the serving plate in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the extremely hot temperature was like holding a hot potato. He did not check for a moment, and just stood there holding the serving plate until Lord Jia asked again.
"Why don't you put it down? Isn't it burning?" Lord Jia glanced at Yang Sheng, confused. What's wrong with this kid? He just rushed in without hesitation, but now he's standing at the gatehouse, refusing to come in.
It was not until Lord Jia finished speaking that Yang Sheng suddenly came back to his senses. He held the serving tray with both hands, and the sharp edges of the wood hurt his knuckles. At this moment, the piercing pain was spreading along his forearms and all over his body.
"Oh, I'll be right there." He answered hastily and walked inside, but with his head lowered, he stared intently at the boiling water in the pot.
The hot air was thick, as if a landscape painting was unfolding in front of Yang Sheng. The distant mountains slowly spread out in front of him, surrounded by thick white fog, so that he could only vaguely see their direction but could not observe their veins in detail. No matter how close he got, he could not see it clearly.
Yang Sheng leaned over and placed the tray on the table, with his back to where Lord Jia couldn't see him. His hands moved slowly, and it was unknown what he was thinking.
"Sir, just now..."
In the silent hall, Yang Sheng's voice was particularly clear, like the wind blowing in one's face, making it impossible to avoid it.
Lord Jia obviously heard Yang Sheng's words, but he did not respond immediately.
There was no one around here. According to the unwritten "agreement" between him and Yangsheng, whether he allowed it or not, Yangsheng should call him "Dad" without hesitation as he did before.
Lord Jia glanced around and then looked over the threshold to outside the courtyard. There was no one else outside except the moonlight on the ground.
Why is it that now he calls him "Sir" in a very proper manner?
His gaze seemed to pass over Yang Sheng inadvertently, but Yang Sheng's back was turned so he couldn't see anything.
"Just now, what happened just now?"
He spoke calmly, as usual, and was no different from his usual steady and steady appearance.
This is something I should learn from. Dad… He usually changes his expression without changing his mood. Unlike me, I can still maintain some composure in public, but I always yell in front of Dad…
What happened just now...
Yang Sheng's eyelashes flickered. He didn't know if the heat had blinded him. Just now, as he pushed the door open, he clearly saw a fragment of a dark garment flash past the main entrance before disappearing into the night. When he blinked to get a better look, the place was deserted, the moonlight silent.
But my father didn't look alarmed at all, as if no one had ever been there. Even when he expressed doubt, there was no response. Instead, he asked him "what was wrong".
Could it be that he was so busy that he couldn't even see clearly?
He was speculating about something, the night was gloomy, and maybe he was mistaken. It was just an uncertain guess, but it made him feel extremely embarrassed here. He really didn't do enough work, and he still had the energy to think about random things.
"Ah, nothing." Yang Sheng came back to his senses and responded hurriedly, "I just found some Maojian in the back. I don't know how long I've been there. Dad, please try it."
Yang Sheng soaked the teacup in water, rolled it in another boiling water, filtered the tea leaves through the first water, and then soaked it in boiling water and poured it into the teacup.
He held the teacup in front of Lord Jia with both hands, still half-bending respectfully as usual, and holding the teacup high in front of him.
He looked at the steaming tea before him, its ripples swirling through the cup, stirring up the tea foam and tea leaves until they subsided and calmed down. When the last swirl faded from the cup, Lord Jia spoke.
"You... go back and rest first. You've been busy all day." If you don't take a rest, you'll collapse.
Lord Jia glanced Yang Sheng up and down. His clothes were half dry, and traces of sweat could be vaguely seen.
After saying this, Lord Jia reached out to take the teacup, but did not drink from it directly. Instead, he held the teacup in both hands without moving.
It was not until his eyes met Yang Sheng's that were staring at him that he sighed helplessly and quickly skimmed off the tea foam and took a sip.
"Yes, sir! I'll go back and rest. My bed is probably missing me."
Yang Sheng only relaxed after seeing Lord Jia drink the tea, and then stepped back and left after getting Lord Jia's approval.
When he reached the threshold, he did not forget to turn around and give a few instructions, asking his father to go back to the house and rest early. Only after Lord Jia gave repeated assurances did Yang Sheng leave with satisfaction.
It was not until he walked out of the main door of the hall and left across the yard, and even his footsteps could no longer be heard, that Lord Jia withdrew his gaze.
He lowered his eyes to look at the teacup in his hand. When he moved it slightly, the tea, which had calmed down, began to ripple again, like someone's restless heart, always hanging in the air.
Lord Jia took a step back and slid down onto the low couch behind him. Unlike his usual rigid kneeling posture, he placed his buttocks on the ground with his legs spread apart, his hands resting on his knees, hanging limply.
Yang Sheng's departure seemed to have drained away all the strength from Lord Jia's body, and the force supporting his spine dispersed and disappeared.
He slumped on the couch, having lost his former spirit, his eyes dimmed, and from afar, the moonlight in the courtyard looked grayish white.
If Yang Sheng had left later, or if he had turned back now, he might have seen his father looking different than usual.
But where can we find so many ifs?
Lord Jia stared at the main entrance of the hall from afar, his face a little dazed, and no one knew what he was thinking.
His eyes moved slightly, reflecting the situation just now -
The man came over in response, dressed in black and hidden in the night. He looked quite tall, but it was not clear to see clearly.
Half of his body was hidden behind the door frame, with only half of his face exposed, and he called out in a low voice.
"grown ups--"
Lord Jia moved at the sound, glanced hastily towards the back room, and then quickly stepped out of the door. With the door frame as a shield, he was slightly startled: "You... why did you suddenly..."
"Sir, I have something urgent to tell you."
The man's expression remained unchanged, still impeccably deep, making it impossible to guess just how urgent the matter was.
Hearing this, Lord Jia took another step forward, moving closer to him. Unlike the steady and gentle voice he had used when speaking to Yang Sheng, Lord Jia's voice was now clearly rapid and hoarse.
"What can't be left until——"
Before he could finish his words, the man's words came towards him like a fast wind.
"When Lord Song saw the blood, he had his personal attendant named Xiyan drag him into Lord Mu's residence."
If this really refers to the wind, then it must be the north wind in the cold winter, which makes Lord Jia's cheeks hurt.
"And then?" Lord Jia didn't care about anything else at this moment. He put aside all his concerns. He just wanted to know what happened next.
"No one came out until nightfall."
The man in black lowered his brows. If no one came out now, he was afraid that no one would come out tonight. So he stayed on guard for half the night and kept reporting to Lord Jia.
No one came out...
Could it be that...
"Why did Lord Song see blood?" Lord Jia paused, seeming a little unbelievable. "You hurt him?"
The development of the matter was somewhat beyond his expectations. Hadn't Lord Song returned home safely? He should have been resting at home by now. How could it be that in just half a day, Lord Song was reported to have seen blood?
"If he is not a subordinate, how could I do that?" He retorted at first, and then his business weakened again.
"I don't know..." The man hesitated, as if he was afraid of being blamed by Lord Jia. "I returned home last night and assumed he was fine, so..."
I didn’t look at it anymore…
It was also his fault for being too careless and failing to follow in time. When he met Lord Song and his group in the city later, he saw blood on his body.
It was far away, and there were not many merchants coming and going in the city today. If he went forward rashly, he might cause trouble, so he couldn't see clearly.
After a busy day, Lord Jia was exhausted both physically and mentally. When he was tidying up in the main hall just now, he was a little distracted.
At this moment, after hearing the news, he was suddenly shocked and his whole body tensed up.
Lord Song...why was he bleeding? Where was he injured? What caused him? And why did Xi Yan drag him into Mu Tong's residence...
A series of doubts arose in Lord Jia's heart, as if another layer of white fog was covering his eyes. The answer to the doubts seemed to be hidden behind the layers of fog, but he could not touch it or dispel it, making it difficult for him to find the truth he had been longing for.
"Don't blame me, sir..." After a while, the man didn't hear Master Jia respond, so he started talking first, "Your subordinate..."
Lord Jia raised his hand to stop the man from speaking any further.
Lord Jia pondered for a moment, as if trying to figure something out. His brows furrowed and then relaxed several times before he spoke:
"Again--"
But before he could finish his words, the man in front of him had already dodged and moved.
Lord Jia was also startled when he saw this. He heard hurried footsteps coming from behind. He thought Yang Sheng was coming back.
It was not appropriate to say more at this moment. Lord Jia raised his hand and waved, and the man took the order and left. Just like when he came, he came from the night and disappeared into the night again.
"Father——"
Behind him, Yang Sheng's voice happened to sound.
The memories end at this moment. There is no silent man in black in the main hall, nor is there the noisy Yang Sheng. There is only Lord Jia, dressed in black, sitting on the couch with a dull look.
The night was deep, but the moonlight outside the courtyard was getting brighter and brighter. The ground was covered with fragrance under the silver light, ethereal like water, and shadows were hazy.
The moonlight shone obliquely, and a few strands of cold color crept into the house, mixing with the candlelight that was about to burn out, creating overlapping light and shadows of cold and warm, and a small area of dimness with unclear boundaries.
Master Jia sat in this dim light. This night, he was afraid he would have to sit there until dawn...
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