There are dense ink stains on it, it is an urgent report from the border, but at the end there is a vermilion cinnabar imperial approval!

The moment she finished reading, a boundless absurdity overwhelmed her.

Jiang Xuening couldn't believe the words she saw at the end. The tears in her eyes were mixed with hatred and unwillingness, and they trickled down, staining the dried ink.

Wei Liang came down from upstairs, neither knowing the identity of the person who came, nor the relationship between Jiang Xuening and that person just now, but he heard "Sir" in his ears, which was really unusual.

Has he ever seen a girl crying?

At this moment, I was at a loss.

Jiang Xuening's fingers holding the page slowly tightened, and she only said to Wei Liang: "Go back."

If he heard this sentence just now, he might be overjoyed immediately.

After all it meant he could sneak away.

However, at this moment, Wei Liang agreed, but he didn't dare to run even if he wanted to, worrying that something might happen to her in this posture.

Jiang Xuening stood there for a while, put away this page of letter paper, and then called the person she brought with her when she came out, left a message for You Fangyin who had not finished the discussion in Qingyuan, and went back to Xiabai Residence first.

You Fangyin knew that she planned to meet Lu Xian today.

As soon as the Qingyuan discussion was over, he came to Guanlan Teahouse, but saw no one. After getting the words, he hurried back to Xiebai Residence, but pushed Jiang Xuening back to the left and right, and sat alone in the waterside pavilion, staring at the fishing rod on the railing in a daze.

Her intuition told her that something seemed to happen that she didn't know about.

She hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward.

His voice had already softened, as if he was afraid of disturbing her, he just asked: "Miss, you guessed right. Although Lu Xian is not in Jinling these days, when the day when the government distributes Yanyin, he will immediately appear in Qingyuan. When the discussion was over, he went out. Didn't you see him?"

Jiang Xuening turned her head to look at her, and said slowly, "No need to see you anymore."

You Fangyin was stunned.

Jiang Xuening asked, "How about Yanyin?"

You Fangyin said: "Originally, a large amount of silver has been prepared, but when discussing matters in Qingyuan, the officials of the Lianghuai Salt Road patrol said that since we are from Sichuan, we should not get involved in Jiangnan salt affairs, and we don't even have the opportunity to bid. No. Strange to say, although Lu Xian went, he only joined in the fun, and didn’t compete for a high price or much salt.”

Jiang Xuening was not surprised.

Xie Wei Guanlan's words from downstairs echoed in her mind repeatedly, and after overlapping one after another, it was as if she was peeling off cocoons, but she slowly wove an almost crazy speculation in her heart!

——At this moment, the situation in Beijing and China is on the verge of turmoil, and the dispute between heaven and Buddhism is intensifying. Xie Wei just came to the south of the Yangtze River, and said that he will go to the border in three days...

If it were someone else, Jiang Xuening would not even dare to think about it.

After all, what a terrible guess that is!

However, the person who said this was Xie Wei.

A wooden box with a lock is placed on the table next to it.

The page also fell on the side of the box.

Jiang Xuening turned her head, unlocked the lock, and slowly pushed the wooden box away. There were no pearls or treasures inside, only a handful of old loess.

You Fangyin suddenly realized something.

But Jiang Xuening gave her a comforting smile, and said, "I'd like to ask Fangyin to settle the money and property we can use in advance, I'm afraid it will be too late to make plans."

You Fangyin was silent for a long time, then said, "Yes."

Jiang Xuening took the box, put away the page, and went back to her room.

She originally made an appointment with Lu Xian but didn't go to see her, and Lu Xian didn't send anyone to ask again.

In the afternoon of the third time, You Fangyin checked all the complicated accounts overnight, and Jiang Xuening took the carriage and went out to the annex where Lu Xian, whom he had heard about a few days ago, lived in.

Its place can be regarded as a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle, in an alley beside the Qinhuai River.

The carriage had just arrived at the entrance of the alley, when she opened the curtain, she saw a charcoal seller sitting at the entrance of the alley, who looked like someone from the group of people she saw downstairs that day.

The other party's breath is restrained, and his eyes are bright.

Although he saw her at a glance, he didn't respond, he lowered his head and continued to peddle.

Jiang Xuening knew that she had come to the right place.

She got out of the carriage and walked into the alley.

There was an autumn rain last night, and the weather turned cooler. The scent of osmanthus wafted faintly from the courtyard wall by the alley, but it was very quiet. There was a quiet courtyard at the end, and the door was guarded. When Jiang Xuening stopped, she met an unexpected old friend here.

It was a quiet and indifferent woman.

Wearing a light blue pleated skirt with no frills on her body, two crescent moon white jade earrings hung on her earlobe, and her waist was tied with a jade belt, unexpectedly she had a bit of pines and cypresses-like grace.

At this moment, holding a volume of poetry in his hand, he is standing under the steps.

In the past two years, Jiang Xuening has met each other.

Fan Yilan, the lady of the Shangshu family who almost became Yang Zhizhai's companion to study in the past.

Back then when she went from the capital to Shuzhong, Fan Yilan happened to be there too, and she became acquainted with her. Her temperament is also dull, although she is a woman, she is somewhat of a scholar, and Jiang Xuening has a good impression of her.

During the time in the middle of Sichuan, the two once toured mountains and rivers together.

They lost contact after Fan Yilan left Shuzhong.

I didn't expect to meet him here now.

As she walked over, she heard Fan Yilan say to the people at the door: "Student Fan Yilan, I was taught by Mr. Xie in the past. I heard that Mr. Xie is in Jinling, so I came to see you."

The person at the door seemed to recognize her, and said: "You have been here three times."

Fan Yilan seemed a little embarrassed: "Please pass it on."

The person at the door said: "Then wait a moment, I'll go and have a look."

Fan Yilan thanked her, she wasn't impatient, she just watched the man go, while she stood there and waited.

Her appearance is not very eye-catching, but she has a sense of indifference and indifference, which is enviable.

When Jiang Xuening got closer, she saw clearly that she was holding a collection of poems.

Yes.

Back then, Fan Yilan was talented in poetry, and Ben was participating in the Yangzhizhai accompaniment. Who would have thought that Xie Wei's sentence "There is no good poetry in the palace" would easily depose her, but it seemed to wake her up, and fulfilled her current mission The name of a talented woman praised by everyone.

Fan Yilan was a bit apprehensive, but when Jiang Xuening was far away, she was talking to the person at the door without noticing.

She didn't realize it until he got closer.

Surprised, he took a closer look and immediately laughed: "Miss Jiang Er, why are you here?"

Jiang Xuening avoided talking about her reason for coming, and after a brief glance at the ceremony, she said, "Miss Fan, is this?"

Fan Yilan didn't think much about it, she just said: "When I went to Jinling the day before yesterday, I saw Mr. Xie on the road, and I thought it was a mistake. After some inquiring, I found out that it was true. I have been kindly taught by Mr. Xie, and I dare not forget it. So I cleaned it up. In recent years, I paid a visit to Mr. Wang for a few humble works, first to thank Mr. Ende, and secondly to ask Mr. for some advice. But the first two times when I came back, I said Mr. was resting and didn’t dare to disturb, so I came back again today.”

Jiang Xuening didn't answer.

Fan Yilan still felt puzzled when she mentioned it: "It's strange to say that I came in the afternoon the day before yesterday. After Mr. Wen had a rest, I picked the morning to come yesterday. He also said that Mr. was resting..."

From the day before yesterday to yesterday.

Jiang Xuening seemed to have knocked over the five-flavored bottle in her heart, and she didn't know what kind of mood she was responding to Fan Yilan's words, so she just smiled slowly and said: "Maybe it's the first time I came to Jinling, I was too tired after a long journey."

New to Jinling?

Fan Yilan gave her a slightly surprised look.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that Jiang Xuening only asked her what she was doing here, but never said what she was doing here.

She wanted to find out.

At this time, Jianshu, who was wearing a dark green outfit, came out from the inside. He was going to go out to do some errands, so he came to send Fan Yilan away. He stepped out and said, "Miss Fan, sir is still resting, please wait another day." Come again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Xuening standing beside Fan Yilan.

Fan Yilan immediately showed disappointment.

A bit of regret flashed across her eyes, and she just bowed and said: "In that case, I will come to visit another day."

Jianshu's eyes fell on Jiang Xuening: "Miss Ning..."

Jiang Xuening had just heard what he said to Fan Yilan, and said, "Then I'll come back tomorrow."

Jianshu doesn't mean that.

After all, he had witnessed his husband's appearance two years ago, and he knew how special Jiang Xuening was.

Immediately said: "No, please wait a moment."

Jiang Xuening was startled.

Fan Yilan also looked at her.

But Jianshu didn't have time to explain anything, he turned back and went back to the other building, and came out quickly, his pace seemed to be a little hasty, when he came back to the door, he was a little panting, he just said: "Mr. Fang has already got up, please come in. "

Fan Yilan: "..."

These words were not addressed to her, she could easily judge.

Jiang Xuening also remained silent for a moment, then walked past Fan Yilan, went up the steps, and went into the annex.

Jianshu bowed to Fan Yilan, then returned to the other hall, and walked in front to guide Jiang Xuening.

Only Fan Yilan was left in place.

Standing outside the door of the other hall, she was thoughtful, and a little astringency emerged in her heart, but she smiled after a while. The well-written volume of poems brought by her was thrown away by her like a light cloud, but she was relieved.

Xie Wei was awakened by Jianshu.

It was dusk outside the window, but it was warmer than in the north, and there was moist water vapor floating in the void. When I sat up, I was in a trance for a moment, and I knew it was not the climate of the capital.

A branch of osmanthus was inserted in the plum vase.

This sleep seems to be a long time.

The porridge in the small kitchen has been boiled and changed.

After listening to Jianshu's words, he put on his clothes and got up.

Daoqin immediately brought up the prepared hot porridge, placed it on the table, and placed a few dishes of side dishes, not daring to put any meat. It's just because Xie Weishi didn't eat anything decent on the way to Jinling. One is afraid that he won't be able to eat greasy food, and the other is that he may hurt his stomach. Only this little porridge and side dishes are safer.

He was also tired of talking, so he sat down to drink porridge.

Not long after, Jianshu brought Jiang Xuening here, Xie Wei's cheeks were pale, he drank half a bowl of porridge, without raising his eyelids, he said, "Come in."

Whether it is the expression on the face or the tone of the speech, they are all the same as when she was her husband in the capital.

It seems that the confrontation in the wall reading hall never happened.

Jiang Xuening walked in, politely bowed to welcome the teacher, and said, "I have met you, sir."

He didn't react much after hearing this, he held the white porcelain spoon in one hand, stirred the porridge bowl in front of him, looked at the little bit of white gas floating up, but didn't ask her how she thought about it, instead asked: "Have you eaten yet?" ?”