Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 29 Going out
Boom boom boom!
A knock on the door brought Li Xianglian back from her humiliation. She turned her head and saw Hou Fangting. She bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Hou, you are so honored to be here. I'm sorry for not coming in to greet you. Please come in."

"Master, what are you saying? It is Fang Ting who is being rude. He has been bothering you." Hou Fangting walked into the house and said as usual, holding a folding fan and bowing.

When he walked into the room and accidentally glanced at the table, he was immediately shocked. This, this, this painting. Could it be him?

Could it be that Pavilion Master Li had already discovered that the Peach Blossom Fan was created by Ye Beixuan? So he specifically sought him out to paint it?

As he spoke, Hou Fangting saluted while holding his folding fan tightly, feeling sour in his heart that he subconsciously pinched the fan so much that the ribs were slightly deformed and the fan surface was slightly opened.

"No, Xianglian would also like to thank Mr. Hou for his support all the time." Li Xianglian's words were like a trickle of water, which was pleasant to the ears, but revealed a slight sense of distance.

Every word she uttered made Hou Fangting feel that she was close at hand, yet far away.

Boom boom boom!
Another knock on the door.

They both turned their heads to look outside the door, only to see a maid bowing to them and saying, "Master, there is a letter for you."

Li Xianglian took the letter, looked at the mark on the envelope, her pupils shrank, and she immediately put the letter away.

Hou Fangting glanced at the envelope inadvertently without saying a word. He was suddenly confused, as it seemed to be a royal mark.

"Master Hou, Xianglian has something important to attend to. Please forgive me. I will discuss painting and music theory with you another day." Li Xianglian said with a somewhat apologetic tone.

"In that case, I will not disturb you any more. Goodbye." After saying this, Hou Fangting bowed and turned to leave.

the other side.

Ye Beixuan went out and bought some food and vegetables, and brought them back to prevent Jiang Yunshang from being hungry when he was away.

In the kitchen, Ye Beixuan was cooking and Jiang Yunshang was helping him. Their cooperation was becoming more and more smooth and harmonious, like that of a young couple.

She was no longer as demanding elegance in every movement as she was when she first arrived. Instead, as her contact with Ye Beixuan deepened, her movements became more and more casual.

Although she holds a high position, she helps with odd jobs just like any other wife.

But no matter how she dresses, it cannot conceal her temperament. Instead, it makes her look more gentle like an ordinary young wife.

At dinner, the two of them ate ordinary meals together as usual, enjoying them very much.

"Don't come out when I'm not here. Take care of yourself." After dinner, Jiang Yunshang was cleaning up the dishes when Ye Beixuan suddenly reminded her.

"Yeah," she nodded obediently and replied softly, "I'll wait for you to come back."

The two were silent.

into the night.

Ye Beixuan and Zhao Yunge were looking at the map in the room, thinking about how to find her family.

"Remember, don't show up so capriciously when you're out. Otherwise, it will not only weaken you, but also bring disaster." Ye Beixuan warned.

Zhao Yunge replied softly, "I understand."

After saying that, she turned into a puff of green smoke and prepared the toiletries, as if she was serving him out of habit.

Ye Beixuan pinched the bridge of his nose, finished washing up, and fell into a deep sleep. Zhao Yunge, as usual, lay quietly beside him, staring at Ye Beixuan without blinking.

She even seemed to have thought of something fun, and from time to time she would stretch out her slender fingers and poke his cheek.

The next day.

Jiang Yunshang got up and found that the room was empty except for her. A sense of loneliness came over her. She walked slowly into the kitchen, ready to eat something, but found breakfast already prepared.

She sat at the table, chewing slowly. The porridge and steamed buns were tasteless, but they had a hint of sweetness, which made her peach blossom eyes unconsciously squint into crescent shapes.

Shuiyun Town is not far away.

But since ten years have passed, if you want to find one of the families in the town, there are no clues, which is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Fortunately, Ye Beixuan and the female ghost had clues and did not take any detours.

"It should be this way!" Ye Beixuan touched the oil-paper umbrella at his waist and asked in confusion.

"Sir, I don't know either. Please take me to meet the people inside so that I can be sure." Zhao Yunge's voice seemed to ring in Ye Beixuan's ears.

Ye Beixuan was speechless. This female ghost didn't know anything. Who had gotten into this mess with her?

Everyone around him looked at him as if he were a fool. Not only was he carrying an umbrella on a sunny day, but he was also talking to himself. He must have a brain disease.

Continue walking forward slowly.

What comes into view is a yard full of fences. The fences are not tall, about as high as a person's neck, and there are a few unknown vines climbing around them, so people can only catch a glimpse of the yard through the gaps.

Ye Beixuan stepped forward and knocked gently on the gate, making a "dong dong dong" sound.

When the old lady heard the knock on the door, she slowly raised her head and looked outside: "Who is it?"

Then she slowly stood up, hunched her back, and walked slowly towards the gate.

Through the gap, she asked doubtfully, "Sir, who are you looking for?"

"Hello, grandma. Is this Zhao Dafu's home?" Ye Beixuan asked politely.

The old lady put her hands behind her waist, lowered her waist, looked at Ye Beixuan carefully, then slowly shook her head and responded: "Young man, you've come to the wrong place. This is not Zhao Dafu's home."

Ye Beixuan was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Thank you, grandma, for disturbing you!"

"Grandma, do you know Zhao Dafu?"

"I don't know." The old lady shook her head and said with a smile, "I've lived here for many years. I'm familiar with the people living around here. You should go look somewhere else!"

Ye Beixuan thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Grandma, I'm sorry to bother you."

After Ye Beixuan retreated, he touched the oil-paper umbrella at his waist and said, "It seems that this is not the family you chose! Think carefully about the characteristics of your family."

"Characteristics?" Zhao Yunge recalled carefully and said, "The description of my family's characteristics is similar to this family's!"

Ye Beixuan was speechless for a moment, but after rubbing his nose and thinking, he said, "Could it be that after ten years, your family has changed a lot, and those families that you think are not yours have been ignored by you? Or maybe your father changed his name?"

"No way! Why would my father change his name?" Zhao Yunge also said in a puzzled tone: "My family is not rich, my parents are not very capable, and my brother is still young. I really can't think of any reason for them to become wealthy, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"It's nothing. Let's continue to look at the other two most similar families." Zhao Yunge said in a suddenly low voice.

"That's all we can do. Let's get going!" Ye Beixuan said helplessly. What if he really couldn't find her? Would he have to support her for the rest of her life? Well, it wasn't impossible. After all, she could still serve him.

A man and a ghost started walking again and headed in another direction.

(End of this chapter)