Chapter 105

On the second floor of Wen Tiange, Su Qian'an walked back and forth restlessly all afternoon.

"Can you stop?" Bingwen was really upset by him and couldn't help saying.

"Young master, I'm in Hanyang city now. How can I rest assured?"

"The young master will be fine, but if you trample down my second floor, turn around and carefully peel your skin." Bingwen took a sip of tea ceremony.

Su Qian'an stopped, looked straight at Bingwen in front of him, looked as usual, and calmly took a sip of tea with a cup.

"Do you know the news of the young master?" Su Qian'an frowned and asked again.

"No."

"Then you're not worried at all?" Su Qian'an was a little angry and indifferent.

"No news is the best news." Bingwen was angry when he saw Su Qian'an's simplicity, and said more unfathomable.

Su Qian'an had no patience. He grabbed his tea cup and put it on the table and asked, "don't sell the key. Tell me about it. I'll appease the Marquis later."

Bingwen wiped the tea splashed by Su Qian'an's cup. When he mentioned that Hou ye received the thought to tease him, he said, "since Zhao Jiajun can send an urgent report back, the young master must be able to send a letter back."

Upon hearing this, Su Qian'an stared and said, "we're confiscating the letter!"

"So, since the young master can send it, but he doesn't. It shows that he has his own opinion on this matter. It's not our turn to worry about it."

"That's it?" Su Qian'an sniffed.

"Why do you think the young master insists on going to Hanyang?" Bingwen looked at Su Qian'an and asked instead.

"How do I know?" Su Qian'an replied casually. Seeing Bingwen staring at himself, he seemed to react suddenly in his mind and said, "no..."

Bingwen nodded and said firmly, "I guess he probably went for this."

Su Qian'an blinked hard in disbelief. Looking at Bingwen's confident appearance and hanging heart, he finally let go.

"Then I'll go back earlier today to comfort the marquis."

Bingwen nodded and waved to Su Qian'an.

His confidence comes from his understanding of early summer and his style of behavior.

But that's all.

After all, he couldn't help but write a letter and let Bian Hao send it out.

Seeing Su Qian'an coming downstairs, he also got up and walked to the ladder, but he stepped up to the third floor.

The third floor was originally prepared for the beginning of summer. He really spent some time on it.

Now, it's finally refitted.

In the corner of the attic at the top, there are four silver lamp holders, which are equipped with Silver Carved candlesticks.

The candlestick extends a small round holder, on which a small Xuan stove is placed. What is burning in the Xuan stove at the moment is spices that can't be bought in the whole capital. The smoke is rising.

Tall candles were inserted into the candlestick, and exquisite totems were engraved on the candle.

Two small pine bookshelves stand on both sides of the lamp rack.

One bookshelf neatly displays some bamboo books, while the other bookshelf places some rolled up picture scrolls.

Two pots of tianteng grass are lined on the two bookshelves. The grass has grown three feet long and hung down like a fragrant vine. The small green leaves hide some calligraphy and paintings faintly, with a unique flavor.

On the ground of the whole attic, there are all kinds of animal skins.

Among them are lion skin with fluffy mane, tiger skin with colorful stripes, leopard skin with beautiful flowers and spots, and bear skin with short brown hair. These animal skins are stacked one by one, fully paved and extremely thick.

The black soles of the boots disappeared into the fur, and the feet were soft like a fat green grassland.

The four walls were hollowed out in the middle and made into four windows according to the original intention in early summer.

Exquisite sculptors, fresh patterns, rare wood, hollow carving.

In the window, there was a patchy sunset, and the red sandalwood table below was also covered with twilight.

There are several pieces of rice paper on the case, and next to it is a ziduanshi Shiqu inkstone. Hanging on the penholder is also a rare brush.

For example, Wannian emerald brush, ivory brush, bamboo carving brush, color paint wrapped lotus pattern purple brush, sapphire dragon pattern tube enamel bucket pen.

The casual one is in droves in front of scholars.

Under the left window, there is a long rosewood table, on which a full set of tea cooking utensils are placed.

The other half has an elegant hollowed out lifting plate, which is a complete set of plain white porcelain bottles and wine utensils, which depicts the magnificent ink mountains and rivers.

Under the right window is a black walnut square table.

Placed above is a rare jade chessboard. The whole chessboard is cut from a huge original stone, cut into neat square shapes, and evenly carved 324 squares on it.

Sunspots use precious black jade and whites use rare lanolin jade.

Even a layman can see that every grain is precious and valuable.

The roof of the attic is also separated by embroidered felt. Hanging are tassels, floating in the wind.

Swaying gently with the tassels was the sky blue veil hanging on the window. White clouds were embroidered on the curtain with silk thread, and silver broken bells were hung at the bottom and around the curtain.

At the window of the last wall, there is a piano case, which is an ancient piano of banana leaf type.

The piano paint has broken plum blossom patterns.

A knowledgeable person can see this broken pattern, which is very valuable.

Bing Wen came forward and gently touched a string. The sound of the piano was thorough and echoed in the room.

A young figure appeared in his eyes. Bingwen bowed his head and whispered: after the Zhao Jiajun affair is over, it's time for you to come back

Su Qian'an, who went downstairs and returned to Hou's house, went directly to Fuwu hospital. When he entered the study, he found Li Xinlan in the room.

Both looked anxious and worried, comforting each other and talking.

Su Qian'an saluted and relayed Bingwen's opinions to them.

Hou ye and Li Xinlan's faces slowly improved.

The Marquis was concerned but confused. At this time, after carefully pondering the words of Bingwen, he more and more determined that it was for this matter that he went to the Zhao family barracks in early summer.

Although he was still worried, he was not as disoriented as before.

After telling Su Qian'an and Li Xinlan to step down, he picked up his pen and wrote a letter to Xiao Zimu.

Yesterday, he rushed back to his house.

Xin Ya, who sent Xiao Zimu to meet him, refused to go back directly.

Now it's inappropriate to think about it, so I stained with ink and wrote a letter to thank his highness Qi for his kindness. I also advised him not to worry too much. General Zhao won't succeed in the treachery of the Hu people.

Tell him that the most important thing now is to make a list of the winners and submit it. Don't touch the emperor at this time.

Seeing that Cong Ting sent the letter to the palace, the Marquis laughed at himself.

In the past, where do we need Bingwen to remind him of these