Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 338 Do you still recognize me as a teacher?
Qi Xiang was in the wing room of the east courtyard where Cui Yi lived, Xue and his son were arranged in the north courtyard, and Yan Yun sent some people to take care of him.

After lunch, Su Rao sent Shi Fang Dan to him.

Watching Xue Jingrong subdue with his own eyes.

Just as she was about to leave, she was stopped by Xue Jingrong, "Young lady, I would like to ask, I don't know if Master Yan has made arrangements for it."

Su Rao bowed and said, "My lord hasn't told you yet, please be patient, Mr. Xue."

Xue Jingrong nodded in disappointment and didn't say anything more.

Xue Shou helped him to sit on the couch, took the blanket beside him and covered him, and said comfortingly: "Grandfather, don't worry, we will see you sooner or later."

Xue Jingrong sighed and remained silent, staring blankly at a corner of the room with a somewhat lonely expression.

Seeing this, Su Rao retreated silently.

Back in the courtyard, after the lighting time, they ordered someone to send Xue Jingrong to Qi Xiang's residence, Xue Shou wanted to follow, but was stopped by Yin Xuewei.

"This person is a repeat offender of the imperial court, and he cannot be seen unless authorized by the adults. Mr. Xue should stay here, and we will take good care of Mr. Xue."

Xue Jingrong also said: "Don't worry, grandfather just went to talk to his students, nothing will happen."

Xue Shou made a bow and said yes.

A group of people left and went to Qi Xiang's residence. Yin Xuewei sent them to the corridor, but he pushed the door but did not go in. He stood outside and said loudly: "Our girl said, she brought him, the night is long, If you have anything to say, talk slowly!"

There was the sound of broken porcelain in the house.

Xue Jingrong stood in front of the door, his face haggard, the frosty moonlight made him miserable, he looked at the door, the expression in his eyes changed, and he didn't move for a long time.

"It's freezing outside, let's go in."

Yin Xuewei urged.

Xue Jingrong suddenly came back to her senses, nodded and lifted her foot, pushed the door open and entered. The wooden door panels rubbed against each other and made a muffled sound, which was very clear in the silent night.

Inside and outside the courtyard, everyone's hearts were tense.

At the corner outside the wing room, two figures quietly appeared, they were Su Rao and Yan Yun.

Su Rao squinted at the person beside her, "You actually came to listen to someone's corner."

Yan Yun didn't change his face and said: "Follow the power when you are in a hurry, and you must know how to adapt to everything."

Next to them was a flower garden, without shelter, the cold wind was blowing, blowing the clothes of the two of them, Yan Yun leaned slightly to block her inside.

Su Rao leaned against the wall and listened intently.

His movements were not noticed.

Yan Yun frowned and didn't bother her, just paying attention to the movement inside.

Night is the most sensitive time for people's hearts and emotions.

Xue Jingrong walked into the room, with simple furnishings, only a candlestick was lit on the square table in the bedroom, the flame was small and dim, reflecting the figure with his back turned to him, his beard and hair were hanging down half-hidden, his face was vague, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Their teachers and students have not seen each other for many years.

The gentle and gentle young man in the past, abandoned the prosperity of Shengjing, asked himself to leave Beijing, and followed in his footsteps to Yunzhou.

Xue Jingrong still remembers that day when he appeared in front of her with his luggage on his back, and said to him with a smile: "Students don't understand the meaning of some poems and prose, so I come here to ask sir for advice."

At that time, he was free and easy, full of vigor.

It has only been a few years now, and he is clearly in his prime, but he looks like a person in the twilight, faint and old, and he can no longer find the shadow of the past.

Xue Jingrong suddenly felt heartbroken.

No one was the first to make a sound. After a long time, the candle light exploded with a 'snap', tearing the dead silence in the room, and the two came back to life suddenly.

"Barring."

Xue Jingrong's voice was hoarse and trembling, "Come here, let the teacher see you."

Countless doubts and anger subsided the moment he saw him, and the questioning words turned around his lips a few times, but finally he couldn't bear it and turned into a slightly sour call.

Qi Xiang was shocked all over, but he didn't turn around.

"Bai Ning has insulted his teacher's teachings, and he is ashamed to meet you. Please go back."

His voice was hoarse, dry without any ups and downs.

Xue Jingrong's old eyes got wet, she was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Bai Ning, as a teacher, I will be almost [-] this year, and there is not much time left, do you really want to talk to me for a while?"

"teacher……"

Qi Xiang's voice trembled, Xue Jingrong let out a long sigh, and waved to him as before, saying softly, "Come here."

Qi Xiang hesitated again and again, then turned and walked towards him.

The silver candle shook, and a black shadow shrouded in front of him. Xue Jingrong slightly raised his head and looked at him with kindness in his eyes: "It's stronger than before, and it looks more stable."

He stretched out his hand to smooth Qi Xiang's messy hair on the side of his face, tugged at the skirt, and smoothed out the creases bit by bit.

Qi Xiang bowed down cooperatively and let him do whatever he wanted.

After Xue Jingrong finished all this, her breath became quicker, and she said with a wry smile: "Sure enough, I am old, and I can't do such small things well."

"It's Boning who made the teacher suffer."

Qi Xiang helped him sit down, and placed the candlestick between the two of them. The candlelight shone on them, making them more clearly visible.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant.

They hadn't seen each other for many years, and it was like this when they first saw each other. Although the two wanted to break the embarrassment, they didn't know where to start.

Qi Xiang took the lead and said: "I heard that you have suffered from asthma in the past two years, and you will get sick in winter. Can you still bear the bumpy road?"

"There's nothing I can't stand."

Xue Jingrong chuckled lightly: "No one can be healthy when you are old. I have cultivated in Dunyang for many years, and it is time to stretch my muscles and bones when I go out for a walk."

Seeing that he was still in good spirits, Qi Xiang was relieved, and then asked about the situation at home, Xue Jingrong answered them one by one.

When it was said that Xue Shou had come to Hanyang, Qi Xiang said: "With him serving by your side, the students can feel more at ease."

"Yes, you are far away in Zhoucheng. Thanks to having him by your side all these years, it is a comfort to talk to. This child is filial, just like you were back then..."

When Xue Jingrong talked about those years, both of them were taken aback for a moment, and those topics that they deliberately avoided came back to their eyes, and they could no longer turn a blind eye.

After a while of silence.

Qi Xiang smiled self-deprecatingly, "Back then... the past is too hard to remember, the students have already forgotten it, why should the teacher worry about it, forget it!"

"forget?"

Xue Jingrong shook her head when she heard the words, and sighed deeply: "You worshiped me as your teacher when you were 20 years old. The cold winter was very hot, spring went and autumn came, and you stayed with me for more than ten years."

"You said that you will be a teacher for one day and a father for the rest of your life. In the future, you will take care of me and pay homage to me at all times."

"But now, you let me forget?"

Xue Jingrong mourned and stared at him closely, "Qi Boning, tell me again!"

He spoke the last few sentences, his voice trembling, and the words were broken.

Under the dim candlelight, a line of cold water light slipped from the corners of the wrinkled eyes, silently dripped into the clothes, and penetrated into it.

Qi Xiang got up, pulled up his robe and knelt down on the ground with a 'puff', and said in a loud voice: "It was the student who made a slip of the tongue, please forgive me, teacher."

Xue Jingrong stared fixedly at his figure prostrated on the ground, for a long time, asked in a solemn voice, with sonorous words.

"Qi Boning, do you still recognize me as a teacher?"

(End of this chapter)