Jiaohua

Chapter 671 Thank you son (one more)
The mouth of the people is better than Fangchuan.

Sound is the most difficult thing in the world to block than a flood.

And the impact of the purposeful voice is extremely terrible, in addition to the rapid spread, there are also various rumors derived from word of mouth.

Before Xia Zhaoyi left Hengxiang, he asked Zhi Changle to call the storyteller from the teahouse next door, but he was too lazy to come, so Zhi Changle tied him with a rope and carried him over.

Xia Zhaoyi had finished taking a bath, and sat in the lobby clean and dry. He comforted the storyteller with a few words, but what he said next was like a thunderclap, which shocked him to his feet.

It was still pouring rain outside the house, and the storyteller was half drenched, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, looking at the elegant and elegant girl in front of him.

"Do you understand?" Zhi Changle said coldly beside him.

"Anyway, whatever I want to say?" The storyteller said.

"You can say whatever you want," Xia Zhaoyi said.

The storyteller sized her up: "You...let me arrange it?"

Xia Zhaoyi nodded.

"What are you afraid of! You can say whatever you want!" Zhi Changle shouted, "But I think you are a smart person, and you absolutely understand in your heart that it is not Dongping Academy, what will Hengxiang be like now, saying that you helped us protect Dongping Academy, you are actually protecting your own life, do you understand?"

"Understood, little one understands!"

"You won't be short of money," Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "If the cooperation is happy, I will be the first to find you if there is any opportunity to make money in the future."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhi Changle took out a small purse and threw it at him.

The storyteller hurriedly stretched out his hand to pick it up, as soon as he touched it, he knew it was heavy.

Looking up at the girl again, Mr. Storyteller calmed down and said with a salute: "The little one will definitely do his best!"

Back at the teahouse, the storyteller dared not tell the curious fellows about this matter.

Not long after, Qi Motang's carriage next door came out of the backyard and headed northeast in the pouring rain.

The multi-layer rainproof measures make the whole compartment tight and safe, the windows are firmly closed, and there are clear lights coming out of the compartment.

"It's raining so hard, you actually have to hurry?" the man asked curiously.

The storyteller said "um", sighed faintly, turned away from the window, went to the desk and took up a pen to write.

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A total of three students from Dongping Academy had an accident this time.

Funerals are kept simple.

The elegiac couplet sent by Xia Zhaoyi was put aside together with many other elegiac couplets, and was never turned over, and was directly burned to dry ashes.

The new academicians and supervisors in charge closed their doors and saw no outsiders, and even the few gentlemen did not go to seal their coffins and bury them.

Only six teachers and ten students went.

It was still raining heavily between the sky and the earth, the last bit of soil was sprinkled on the grave, the tombstone was erected, and the big grass shed that had been built for several days should be removed.

They stood in front of the grave with umbrellas for a long time, and finally left.

In the bamboo forest a hundred paces away, Liang Jun looked sadly at the newly erected tomb here. The person buried deep in the ground was also his mentor.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the entourage holding the umbrella advised Liang Jun to go back to the carriage several times, but Liang Junruo didn't hear it.

When the sky darkened and a gust of east wind hit, Liang Jun turned around.

At this moment, a crisp shout sounded: "Wait a minute, son!"

Several attendants looked up and saw a simple carriage in front of them.

The person who spoke looked like he was also dressed as a follower, he lifted a corner of the car curtain and yelled at them.

When he got close, he raised his hands and clasped his fists: "My lord, how can I get to Hengxiangfu City?"

Liang Jun pointed to the east: "Go straight to the east and you will arrive."

After the words fell, a hoarse cough could be heard from inside the carriage.

Liang Jun and his entourage looked towards the car door.

The door curtain was very wet, and behind the door curtain, there was a layer of wooden door baffle, so the wind could not blow the door curtain in, and it was all stuck to the baffle.

As for the entourage who asked the question, the curtain he lifted was just a very small corner.

The attendant looked in the direction Liang Jun was pointing at, and said, "Thank you, young master, by the way, listening to your accent, young master is not from Hengxiang, but from the capital."

"En." Liang Jun nodded.

"Then how long has the young master been in Hengxiang?" the attendant asked again.

"Not long." Liang Jun replied.

Just after answering, there was another coughing sound in the carriage, which was very depressing, as if trying to hold back.

The sound made Liang Jun and his entourage couldn't help but look at the car.

"My young master is not in good health," the entourage in the car said with a smile, "There is no wind and rain, so I can't come out and thank you."

"It's okay," Liang Jun said, "body is important."

"Thank you, my lord," said the attendant with a smile, "I will see you later."

Hearing the words, the coachman raised his whip and was about to drive away, but he heard a hoarse male voice in the carriage say: "My lord, what's your last name?"

Liang Jun frowned: "Why do you ask me this?"

"Maybe it's because I feel that the young master hits it off, and I always feel that we will meet again in the future."

Liang Jun said "hmm" and said, "My surname is Liang, Liang Zhu, the hanging beam."

"Liang," the person in the car smiled lightly, "Okay, Mr. Liang."

Liang Jun said "um" again, and didn't say anything else.

If an ordinary person suddenly asked this question, it would be easy for a woman to talk, but for a man with such an unpleasant voice, he would absolutely ignore it.

But seeing that the other party was seriously ill, he finally said it.

"Master, let's go," Liang Jun's entourage said, "You have been standing for a long time."

Liang Jun nodded, said goodbye to the two carriages politely, and turned to get on the carriage.

The owners of the two carriages didn't say anything, one was facing south and the other was facing east, and soon disappeared on the road ahead.

As soon as Liang Jun got into the car, he fell into the grief of his mentor's sudden death. He felt tired in everything, didn't want to read or drink water, and the sound of rain outside made him feel even more irritable.

The owner of another carriage continued to cough in the dark compartment.

After coughing for a long time, he ordered his followers to light the oil lamp on the table.

The haggard hands on his hands were illuminated by the dim butter lamp. They should be beautiful fingers with slender phalanges and well-defined knuckles, but the skin on his hands was haggard. A large layer of skin was in a liquid state, both hands.

The entourage fetched pills and water and handed them to him, but he didn't take them. He looked at the candle light thoughtfully for a long time, and lightly moved his withered and wrinkled fingers, counting lightly.

"Master." The attendant called out very lightly.

"That Liang just now," said the hoarse voice in a low voice, "I have a faint feeling that there is always some tie."

"He has an extraordinary appearance, and he really doesn't look like an ordinary scholar or son."

"It's not surprising. Those who come out of the capital have a temperament wherever they go."

"Well," the attendant nodded, "Young Master, we will arrive at Hengxiang in about half an hour."

"Okay," a shallow smile appeared in the hoarse voice, "I hope she's still here, and I hope I haven't miscalculated."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help coughing more violently.

　Thank you Hua Ahli for your reward~~ (Sorry, it was interrupted again yesterday, qwq)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)