The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 248 Aoyama's Purse

Han Yi handed the horse to the waiter: "You watch the horse for a while, I'll go up to meet someone, and I'll come down right away."

"My lord wants to see Second Young Master Zhen? He's not asleep yet, so just knock on the door."

"Ah."

Han Yi strode from the back kitchen to the secret stairway, and went directly to the third floor.

Zhen Qingping was leaning against the bed and reading a book by the oil lamp, when he heard someone knock on the door, he raised his eyes and said, "Enter—"

Han Yi pushed the door open, and seeing him, Zhen Qingping was a little surprised: "Why are you here? Did Ayu come back?"

Han Yi nodded, and after closing the door behind his back, he went directly to the bed, took out the envelope from his pocket and handed it to him: "This is what the master asked me to give to you. It was dug from the cave in Nanjia Village. The master asked me to give it to you." Let me tell you, if you want to see it, wait for her to find out what's going on there before you go, otherwise it's not safe... By the way, tomorrow is His Majesty's birthday banquet, and the master said that if the young master goes, he will reserve a seat for the young master. "

Zhen Qing paused, and looked at the envelope in his hand in astonishment: "Tu-tuo?"

Han Yi nodded: "Yes, young master, let's see, the subordinates have brought all their things and words, so they can go back to the palace, otherwise the palace gate will be locked at that time, and the subordinates will be in trouble if they can't go back."

"Okay, it's hard work for you to make this trip, thank Ayu for me after you go back, tomorrow... I will go."

Han Yi cupped his hands: "This subordinate will leave."

When Han Yi left, Zhen Qingping couldn't wait to open the envelope, but when he saw the letter paper, he slowed down again, "Qingshan..."

Zhen Qingping rubbed the letter paper carefully, and suddenly hesitated, what could Qingshan write in the cave?Will you mention me?
He hesitated for a moment, pursed his lips, and opened the letter. After a year, the truth of the tragedy in Nanjia Village was revealed before his eyes. Zhen Qingping held his breath when he saw it.

"So...so that's how it is." Zhen Qingping's voice trembled, and the hand holding the letter could not stop trembling.

He seemed to see the raging fire through the thin paper, and the green hills in it. How desperate must he be at that time?

It was not his fault, but the relatives of the villagers died because of him, how could he accept it?

When he was recuperating in the cave, what kind of mood did he write these things?

Zhen Qingping didn't dare to think about it any more, the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't breathe.

He looked at the last line of the letter paper, and burst into tears: "Qingshan, Qingshan, you have never been sorry to me, it was me—I was the one who was sorry for you, it took me so long to realize what you were carrying, and I never thought of looking for you before! "

Zhen Qingping pressed the letter paper to his chest, tears slowly rolled down from the end of his eyes.

He raised his head and let out a long sigh, sucked his nose, and held back his tears.

What's the use of crying when the deal is done?
Zhen Qingping finally closed his eyes and suppressed all his emotions back to the bottom of his heart.

When he opened his eyes again, they were full of determination.

He folded the letter paper, carefully put it back into the envelope, touched the envelope lightly, and placed it under the pillow with great care.

……

The next morning, Zhen Qingping woke up before dawn. He dreamed of the green hills. With a faint sigh, he took out the envelope under his pillow, looked at it gently for a while, and then put it back.

He hesitated for a moment when he opened the closet, took a double-breasted brocade robe covered with bamboo leaf gauze, and called the servant girl to fetch water to wash. After washing, he tied up his hair and put on a jade crown.

Looking at the handsome and elegant young master in the mirror, the servant girl blushed slightly, and praised: "Young master, this suit suits you well, and the blue color complements you."

Zhen Qingping smiled slightly: "Thank you."

The servant girl looked at him neatly dressed, and asked curiously, "Is the young master going out today?"

Zhen Qingping turned around and nodded lightly: "Yes, today is His Majesty's birthday, there is a grand banquet, and I want to attend."

"Ah?" The servant girl blinked: "But isn't the banquet at night?"

Zhen Qingping smiled without saying a word, turned around and left.

The maid stroked her hair blankly.

……

Zhen Qingping came out of the Yunlai Pavilion, looked outside, the sky was just getting bright, the sun had not yet appeared, only a faint light leaped into the sky, dyeing a piece of cloud red.

The orange-red light fell into Zhen Qingping's eyes through the early morning mist. He raised his head, stared at Risheng quietly for a while, and then walked in the direction of Duke Dingguo's mansion.

When he was passing the Seven-Arch Bridge, he saw a thin woman with a thin back and two young girls standing beside her. They were staring at the stone tablet at the head of the Seven-Arch Bridge. On the bridge, I saw the woman kneeling down.

Zhen Qingping was stunned, and stopped unconsciously.

The woman knelt down and pulled the little girl beside her: "Ninny, kneel down and kowtow to your benefactor."

The little girl knelt down obediently, and kowtowed respectfully to the stele. The woman smiled gratifiedly, turned around and kowtowed three times, and then set the copper basin and paper money on fire.

Zhen Qingping walked over slowly, and finally remembered who the two in front of him were. Xiao Yu mentioned it to him at the beginning, and this should be the lady Qingshan sent the money to.

He knelt down and asked softly, "Are you Mrs. Lan?"

Mrs. Lan turned her head to look at him, with tears in her eyes, she hurriedly wiped her sleeves: "My surname is Lan, your master?"

Zhen Qingping glanced at the stele, with a slightly bitter expression: "I am Qingshan's friend."

Mrs. Lan was taken aback, then nodded, "So it's Mr. Engong's friend, I'm sorry."

The little girl looked at Zhen Qingping and smiled: "Is the elder brother also here to see Engong?"

Zhen Qingping didn't deny it, but smiled at them gratefully: "I'm very happy that you can come to burn paper for Qingshan. If Qingshan has a spirit in the sky, I think he will be very pleased."

Mrs. Lan sighed: "It was only later that the Nu family learned about Engong's experience. He was so difficult, and he could still think of pulling the Nu family. The Nu family has always remembered the love of Engong. Today, I have time, so I want to come and see Engong." Lord, but I dare not burn it during the day, after all, today is His Majesty's birthday..."

Zhen Qingping nodded: "I'm just here to persuade Madam, it's fine if I make up my mind, I'm burning paper here today, if someone sees it, I'm afraid I'll punish you for a big crime of disrespect, you should take your little sister back home."

Madam Lan wiped away her tears anxiously, and waited for the paper money in the copper basin to be burned before she pulled the little girl to stand up: "Thank you for reminding me, my master, I will leave now."

"Ah."

Zhen Qing straightened up, took a deep look at the stele, and was about to leave, but Mrs. Lan stopped him again: "Young master, stop!"

"Huh?" Zhen Qingping turned around: "What's the matter, madam?"

Madam Lan took out a washed and whitish purse from her sleeve pocket, "This is benefactor's purse. I have never had a chance to return it to him. Since you are benefactor's friend, maybe you want this?"

Zhen Qingping looked at the familiar purse, a little excited, "Thank you! I want it very much, thank you so much."

He bowed deeply to Mrs. Lan, and Mrs. Lan sideways to avoid it: "It's useless for my servant to keep this thing. Originally, I wanted to burn it to benefactor. Since you want it, I will leave it for you."

Zhen Qingping looked at the faintly visible word "Qingshan" on the purse, and felt hot in his heart: "Madam, don't worry, I will take good care of it."

Madam Lan nodded with a smile: "Farewell, my slave."

The little girl also waved her hand at Zhen Qingping: "Big Brother, goodbye."

　Thank you for your monthly pass, okay~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)