Jiaohua

Chapter 811
Tai Zicang is a very nostalgic person.

He learned from Lu Dongxin, and the world-famous ink painting Qiu Nai is his teacher. The ink painting autumn is full of peaches and plums, and Tai Zicang's uncles, brothers, and nephews are also everywhere.

Apart from them, Tai Zicang also had a lot of old friends, so during the holidays, there were forty or fifty correspondence between them.

Those gifts of paintings and letters written by Tai Zicang are all treasured in this studio, and they can be called his lifelong treasures. Now, they have been torn apart, trampled on, robbed and stolen...

After Tai Zicang woke up on the soft couch, he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of thick blood.

Gao Licheng stood outside the door with his hands behind his hands, his face was cold.

Those yamen guards who ransacked the house didn't know what mistake they had made, so they stood under the verandah and didn't dare to move again.

The gentlemen who came back with him couldn't persuade Tai Zicang, he stumbled and rolled over to get off the soft couch, and he wanted to crawl back to the studio.

Gao Licheng didn't stop him, and turned sideways to make way for Tai Zicang.

Tai Zicang was originally thin and thin, but he has been living in the school during this time, so he is even thinner than before.But last night, he was frozen all night, caught in the wind and cold, and his whole body was lifeless, thin and sickly, like an empty bamboo pole.

Entering the studio, Tai Zicang's knees softened, and he knelt and cried loudly.

The gentlemen saw that there were still many intact paintings before they were completely smashed, so they advised him to cheer up first and save what could be saved as much as possible.

"Those destroyed ones can't be saved, my Qingyuan can't come back!" Tai Zicang wailed, "Why did this happen? What did I do wrong? Why am I, Tai Zicang!!"

There was a surge of blood, and he coughed and vomited blood again.

Blood splashed on the ground, almost touching a painting that fell on the ground.

A gentleman with sharp eyesight and quick hands stepped forward to pick up the painting.

Tai Zicang raised his eyes and saw that it was "Misty Rain and Bird Clothes Lane".

"That's my master's painting," Tai Zicang murmured, "it's my master's third disciple."

"The paintings are really good," said the gentleman who picked up the paintings gently. "Look, those paintings are also good. You have to cheer up and let's clean up again."

Tai Zicang didn't know what he thought of, he stared straight at the painting "Smudged Rain and Bird Clothes Lane".

"Mr. Zicang?"

""Yan Yu Wu Yi Lane", my third uncle's surname is Tang," Tai Zicang suddenly felt hatred, "Yes, I can ask her to help me."

"what?"

"I'll seek refuge with her!" Tai Zicang said in a low voice, "No, I'll find him! Find him, and then find her!"

Gentlemen, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what Tai Zicang is talking about.

Some people were worried that he would go crazy, and said anxiously: "Brother Zicang, don't do this..."

A gust of cold wind blew outside, and Tai Zicang's thin body shivered, but his eyes became firm and powerful, and he stared angrily at the portrait.

As weak as he is, dealing with these officers and soldiers is like shaking a tree, but fortunately, he still has powerful people he knows who can help him.

Tai Zicang clenched his fists tightly.

My wife, just wait, I will avenge you!
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It has snowed heavily in Youzhou and the southern part of the Central Plains for many days, but the first snow in Hengxiang did not come until the beginning of winter.

A carriage slowly stopped in front of Ning'an Building. Steward Chu personally held an umbrella to shield the doctors getting off from the wind and snow.

The little apprentice in the medical hall held the medicine box in his hand and trotted behind them. When he entered the front of Ning'an Building, he stopped and looked back.

"What's the matter, Cassia." Dr. Zhong asked.

Looking around, the little apprentice muttered, "It feels like someone is watching me."

"It's icy and snowy, there's no one there." Dr. Zhong said, "Come in quickly."

"Yes." The little apprentice nodded.

The lobby of Ning'an Building is never short of guests. In the current cold winter, not only are there not fewer people, but even more.

Interesting scenes often appeared in the lobby. Those who were eager to ship goods and those who were eager to buy goods, although they all came to see Mrs. Zhao, they chatted and chatted, and they talked there, and finally they hit it off and signed the agreement on the spot.

In addition to buying and selling goods, those who come to seek refuge, those who are lobbyists, and those who want to ask Zhao Ning to win relationships, there are all kinds of people.

The little apprentice followed the master through the hall, and on the stairs met three men coming down the stairs facing each other.

Judging by the happy faces on their faces, the purpose of this trip should be settled.

There was a coughing sound from the second floor. It was very loud, and it was very hard, as if trying to cough up all the lungs.

The little apprentice looked at the master's back, and heard the coughing sound, it could be cured.

The door of the study was ajar, and Guanshi Chu stepped forward and pushed it open: "My lady, Dr. Zhong is here."

The little apprentice quietly looked at the decorations in the house. The floor was covered with a soft blanket, and a picture of a crane piercing the clouds was embroidered with gold and silver thread.Under the velvet carpet floor, a ground dragon was burning, and warm water flowed in and out of the pipes, filling the room with warmth.

The tables and chairs, large bookcases, screens, ornaments, and lamps in the house are all luxurious and exquisite, and the colors are harmonious, mainly in vermilion gold. and.

Steward Chu went over to talk, and the apprentice looked at Mrs. Zhao behind the big nanmu table, only to realize that it wasn't her who was coughing.

The study room was too big, and Zhao Ning spoke in a very soft voice. The junior apprentice couldn't hear what they were saying, so he saw Steward Chu coming back and led him and the master away.

Two rooms away, Manager Chu opened the door. The room was also luxuriously decorated, mainly in a gorgeous and atmospheric style. A young girl was half leaning on a soft pillow, coughing unceasingly, and there were two little maids in the room. take care of her.

"Yiqiu," Steward Chu walked over, and said in a gentle voice, "My lady hired another doctor."

Yiqiu squeezed the handkerchief, coughed and looked towards the person coming.

"Chu Guanshi...cough cough..." Yiqiu said in a hoarse voice, "No need, let the lady don't care about me anymore."

"Nonsense," Chu Guanshi said, looking at Dr. Zhong, "Come on, Dr. Zhong."

When the little apprentice saw her face, he was really startled.

How is this a human face? When you get closer, you can see that there is only a layer of skin left on the entire face. The eyes and cheeks are completely sunken. There is a thick layer of dark circles around the eye sockets, and the face is pale and bloodless. , the lips are dry and cracked, leaving only wrinkles and peeling thin skin.

The little apprentice opened the medicine box and took out the long rope from it. Steward Chu stopped him: "Don't, my wife said that there is no need to hang silk to check the pulse, and the doctor doesn't say that men and women are the same when they see a doctor."

Doctor Zhong responded and sat down on a stool brought by a little maid.

Another little maid rolled up Yiqiu's sleeves, her wrists were as withered as sticks, and she couldn't pinch any flesh.

Dr. Zhong put his finger on her wrist, and he sighed deeply in his heart.

To be honest, in this situation, there is no need to feel the pulse, and no need to treat it. It is time to clean up and prepare for the funeral, and then make a table of her favorite food, enjoy a few days of happiness, and then go on the road.

The little apprentice looked at the master's hand, and then looked at Yiqiu's face. At this moment, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. The little apprentice turned his head to look at the little maid beside him.

There were two maidservants in total, the taller one looked down at the carpet in a daze, his eyes were a little dazed.

The other shorter and fatter one was staring at Yiqiu's hand closely.

The little apprentice withdrew his gaze and quietly looked at him from the corner of his eye.

The maid's hands were twisted gently behind her back, and there was still a slight tremor.

(End of this chapter)