Qingguan Nightmare Shadow

The fish soup was too hot to drink, so An Tong asked An Ran to hold the bowl and cover his hands first.This is already the fifth bowl of fish soup, and An Tong has not felt anything unusual so far; he explained his physical condition to his mother, An Cao, but An Cao was worried, so he must ask Dr. Hao to come and see for himself.

An Tong is confident that the poison produced by his own alchemy must be hit in one hit. Even if the dose is small and the effect is not obvious, it will not cause no symptoms after taking it four times.What's more, the frequency of An Yi's drinking fish soup is not intensive. The servant cooks a bowl of fish soup every three days, and only cooks seven fishes.According to Dr. Hao's diagnosis, An Yi had already been poisoned when he was discovered. Even if An Tong prescribed the right medicine and wrote a surefire prescription, it took ten days for An Yi to recuperate before he saw any improvement.

Undoubtedly, Xiao Fu was not the one who poisoned him.This is a good thing, but also a bad thing; the good thing is that Xiao Fu can get rid of the suspicion and save his life. The bad thing is that He Dun and Xiao Fu are excluded, and the person who poisoned him is probably inside the Anfu.

An Tong was thinking about which servants would be in charge of decocting, brewing and feeding the medicine, when Mrs. An Cao brought Dr. Hao here.

During An Tong's experiment with himself, the An government did not send anyone to report the news to Dr. Hao, and Dr. Hao didn't know what happened to Mr. An. He was afraid that An Tong was really poisoned, so he brought a pack of detoxification during his trip. medicine.After giving An Tong the pulse, Dr. Hao said to An Cao with a smile: "Young Master An will not be able to use this medicine."

Hearing this, Little Anran felt that the thing in her arms had changed from a dangerous poison to a delicious delicacy, and couldn't help but sneak a few mouthfuls.

Mrs. An Cao breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked Uncle Zhang to go to the surveillance station, and asked Song Yan to release him.But the stone in her heart only stayed on the ground for a moment, and then it was hoisted up high again, making her complexion heavy and dignified.

An Tong knew that his mother had thought of a place with him, maybe there was an inner ghost in An's mansion.

Dr. Hao didn't notice any difference in Mrs. An's expression, so he turned to An Tong, and taking the opportunity of meeting him face to face, he asked a question that had been stuck in his heart for a long time: "Please tell me, how did Mr. An know the prescription for detoxification?"

An Ran was about to answer his brother's questions about studying, An Tong shook his head at him, and said to Doctor Hao: "An has few secrets, unfortunately this is one of them, I hope Dr. Hao can understand."

Regarding the matter of Baiyin Temple, An Tong used miscellaneous books as a reason to prevaricate it, and An Cao did not pursue it too much.If the same reason is used again this time, Mrs. An Cao will inevitably become suspicious and request to read the relevant books.And Mr. An's study room certainly has idle books about ghosts, but no books related to drug making; if his mother asks, An Tong can barely turn over the page of Siming Xiaoxian, but the antidote prescription is difficult. up.

As for the secret, although it is even weirder, Mrs. An Cao has always respected others, even if it is her son, if the other party does not tell, she will not ask again.As long as An Tong doesn't have any puzzling behavior in front of his mother, An Cao will not be too entangled in this matter.

Doctor Hao smiled, "I'm sorry."

An Cao only glanced at his son, but did not speak.

A corner of the skirt passed by the door, An Tong raised his head and shouted, "Who's there?", An Cao, Dr. Hao and An Ran all looked out the door.There was a servant standing outside the door. At this moment, he moved cautiously to the light, not flustered in the face of everyone's gaze, but kept tangling his hair with his fingers.She obviously didn't intend to cover herself, but was just hesitating whether she could go in, and her eyes touched everyone's faces in the study.

Seeing this servant, An Tong had an unexplainable premonition.

When Mr. An was infected with the cold, she was in charge of boiling medicine.

An Cao nodded, "Come in."

The servant was not very good at hiding his heart, and after casting a hesitant look at Mrs. An Cao, he directly looked at Dr. Hao with the eyes of "I can't talk to outsiders here".Dr. Hao was stunned for a moment, put on a polite smile, and consciously bowed his hands to leave.

After Dr. Hao left, An Cao asked in a soothing voice, "What do you want to say?"

The servant pinched the corner of his clothes and said, "I may know who poisoned Master An."

The word "possible" plus the delay in the notification for many days, she must have something hard to hide, so she didn't express her guess the first time Song Yan took Xiao Fu away.

An Cao nodded slightly: "Tell me."

The servant said: "On the day when Mr. He, the head of the Supervisory Mansion, came, his doctor and another... an unknown person came to the kitchen. I was decocting the medicine, and the doctor was watching; The person he was with spilled a packet of powder into Master An's medicinal soup... Now that I think about it, is that... is it..." She didn't dare to say anything after that, her face flushed red.

An Tong suddenly thought that when he passed by He Dun's carriage that day, he heard conversations inside, so Yuan Min was indeed not the only one in the carriage.

But this matter is strange, if Dr. Yuan wanted to poison him, how could he brazenly do it in front of the servants of Anfu?Even if the two had the guts, what was their motive?Does it have anything to do with He Dun, the head of the Supervisory Office?With so many doubts put together, it's no wonder the servant held back for a long time.It's really unbelievable.

An Cao frowned: "San'er, you can't say such things indiscriminately."

Don't randomly suspect the head of the Supervisory Office directly sent by the emperor.

The key point is that one cannot doubt that people of the emperor's or He Dun's level are going to attack An Fu.

The servant named "San'er" wrung his fingers and shook his head like a rattle, not knowing whether it meant "I didn't say nonsense" or "I don't know".

Seeing her panic, Mrs. An Cao held back a sigh and let her do her own thing first.

It's not easy for An Tong to express his opinion on the lack of evidence. When his mother asked, he just said: "Father's illness is already cured. Maybe there is no need to know who the poisoner is. Mother, what do you think?" At the end, seeing that Mrs. An Cao was silent, he said again: "Father has always been self-denying and devoted to public affairs, so how could the monitoring station..."

An Cao waved his hand: "I don't want to think about it either."

After listening to it for a long time, An Ran probably understood most of the meaning. She tugged on La'an Cao's sleeve, but felt that she couldn't say anything useful, so she simply buried her head in the soup.

An Tong knew very well that only when the An Mansion operated as before and nothing else happened, could the mother's mood truly calm down.An Yi's poison is difficult for ordinary people to understand, and Yuan Min probably didn't expect that An Tong was just an expert, even if he had poisoned him, he probably believed that he had succeeded, and would never come again.

An Tong picked up the book on the table, recited those ancient sayings of the saints silently, and pretended to be nonchalant in front of his mother.After reading a few lines, he raised his head and said, "Mother, did father send the letter reporting the investigation results of the private salt case in Shuzhou?"

An Cao said: "Your father is sick, so the delivery of the letter was delayed."

Just right.

An Tong asked An Cao to give An Yi's letter to him, and he edited and copied it. It must be said that because of An Yi's illness, Song Yan, the head of the Shuzhou Supervision Station, had full authority to investigate and handle this matter.

An Cao: "...do you believe San'er's words to a certain extent?"

An Tong: "Just in case. Mother, you might as well regard this as your father's doom. If you pass it, your father will be safe in the future. Assuming Master He Dun is the one who poisoned, the key now is to make him think he has succeeded. "

An Tsao was born in a poor family and has never had the habit of wearing makeup, but because of her calm heart, her age has never climbed up to her simple and beautiful face.But now, An Tong could see signs of aging in the corners of her eyes.

An Ran finished her soup and hugged her mother's leg.An Cao patted his head absently.

"Mother..." An Tong said suddenly.

Mrs. An Cao tilted her head and gave her son a questioning smile.

An Tong sat at the wooden table, resting his forehead on the back of his hand, and said incoherently: "I will be your son in the next life."

An Cao couldn't help but relax his nervousness.

An Ran hurriedly said, "Me too!"

An Tong: "Mother, do you believe that I was your son in the previous life? In this life, I was reincarnated only after I found you." He became emotional for some reason today, and accidentally said something that An Cao couldn't understand.Instead, he was stunned by his own words, and turned his head away with a smile: "Mother...it's nothing."

wow.

A soft sound.

The goldfish in the bamboo basket flicked the water with its tail.

An Cao pinched An Ran's small face, and stood motionless for a while while watching An Tong's head turned away.She wanted to say "yes" and "I believe it", but she didn't say it in the end, she just said: "I will go to your father to get the letter."

An Tong: "Mom, you also know your father's temperament. He will not feel good if he knows about it. I can't do anything, only you can say something to make him not take it too seriously..." To put it lightly, An Tong But he also knew that no one would not take "the head of the Supervisory Office to murder him" in his heart.

The letter was sent by Uncle Zhang. Shuzhou is far away from the capital. If you hurry up, it will take ten days or more to reply to the letter.

After hearing An Cao's words, An Yi said that he sat up straight, fearing that San'er was suffering from hysteria, and fabricated some absurd fantasies.An Cao's persuasive words persuaded An Yi not to drive San'er out of An's mansion in a rage, but let housekeeper Li give the cowardly little girl a stick.

Steward Li's strikes were not heavy, but San'er was too thin to bear it. He limped and held on to a bamboo pole for three days before he could walk normally.

Anyi is not a person who gets angry easily, but this incident touched his scales.Anyi attaches great importance to his reputation as an upright official, and believes that any step he takes in this life is worthy of his word "you lun", and he has a clear conscience.Now some people say that the officials in the capital are going to murder him. Following his usual way of thinking, he will not question the intentions of He Dun or Yuan Min, but only wonders whether someone is behind the scenes arranging himself to make him suffer innocent injustice. .

Punishment of San'er also shows that Anyi will seal the mouths inside the Anfu, and resolutely prohibit the spread of groundless and unfounded remarks, so as to prevent others from hearing and discussing.

Anyi gave birth three days in a row, and Xiao Fu happened to have a drink with him just when his anger was fading away, suppressing Master An's last breath.

Anyi said, you, Xiao Fu, smashed one of my fish, and I, Anyi, will send you to sit on the surveillance platform for a few days, and we will even out.

The two chatted happily, and a pot of wine wiped away the unhappiness they had experienced.

Xiao Fu also pushed Xiao Xin to An Mansion, saying that you and An Tong were estranged because of your father before, and today I catch up with Anyi, and you catch up with An Tong.Talking about reminiscing about the past, Xiao Xin sat on pins and needles in Anfu's study for a while, but couldn't find a topic, so he stood up and picked out a booklet, buried his head in the book.

An Tong smiled and said, "Da Ya, in fact, I've always wanted to say, what you were like when you were in school, you are still what you are now."

Xiao Xin touched the tip of his nose with his index finger knuckles: "Huh? What's it like?"

An Tong spread his hands and pointed from the top of Xiao Xin's head to the shoes: "You can see it by looking in the bronze mirror."

Xiao Xin smiled wryly: "Maybe I've been such a poor scholar all my life."

It is always easy for people to misinterpret other people's words in the direction that they care most about. What An Tong was talking about was Xiao Xin's character, but Xiao Xin thought of something else.

An Tong knew that Xiao Xin was determined to return to his hometown, and at this time he must have fallen into the melancholy of failing his ideals again.

silence.

An Tong: "Have you thought about continuing to try?"

Xiao Xin's eyes fluctuated: "Seek big trees to make craftsmen; carve rough jade to make jade people; govern a big country to make benevolent gentlemen. Everyone has his own specialties, and everyone has his own security. Even if I have the so-called ambition, the destiny will not I'm not allowed to go that way, what's the use of trying. Now I just want to teach well, settle down in the position arranged by destiny, and in the future there will be peaches and plums all over the world..."

"You read so many books just to 'resign yourself to fate'?"

Xiao Dao said: "There is no other way of learning, I just ask him to rest assured."

Xiao Xin's appearance of citing scriptures at every turn is really like Su Tong from a certain period of time.

An Tong couldn't help being slightly dazed.

When did I have the idea of ​​"deviant"...

Memories are always intertwined. If you try to erase a certain link, you don't know why you became who you are today.

An Tong came back to his senses and took away the book in Xiao Xin's hand: "Da Ya, you don't mean 'relax', but 'retreat and seek the next best thing'. If you can't get what you want, try to accept the current situation , convincing myself that this is all I can have, and everything else is delusional."

Xiao Xin remained silent, turned around and looked for other books to read: "Brother Su Rong, in Anfu, I still have the qualification to borrow."

An Tong said: "Da Ya, who are you comparing with, do you think it's too late?"

Xiao Xin's body froze, his whole body tensed up.After a while, he punched hard, but when the fist landed on the bookshelf, it had no strength at all.He must have made a lot of determination, he picked out a few words between his teeth: "What do you think?"

An Tong: "It's worth it for me."

Xiao Xin turned around slowly, there was still a trace of haze between his brows that he hadn't had time to retreat, he was surprised: "Is it worth it?"

An Tong smiled: "It's rare to see you get angry."

Xiao Xin let out an "ah" and sighed, "Brother Su Rong."

An Tong doesn't like preaching, but there has always been a hurdle in Xiao's confidence these years, and An Tong wants to help him.The words just now planted a seed in his heart, and when Xiao Xin was sad, the seed took root.Sooner or later, one day Xiao Xin will figure it out, he is still young, and he can try to get what he wants.

Let Xiao Xin slow down for a while, An Tong said: "All of your students are just like you." With one step, Xiao Xin walked out a "ritual", and when he said a word, he said a "reason".These two words made him cautious, just as the young private school students were also cautious, even a little old-fashioned.

Xiao Xin took a breath and was about to speak when someone knocked on the study door.

Song Chan: "Atong... Mother made some cotton clothes, let me send them to you."

An Tong said: "Just put it in my bedroom."

There was no sound outside, An Tong and Xiao Xin both thought that Song Chan had left, but the hem of the clothes that had disappeared in the crack of the door came back again, followed by three very quiet knocks on the door: "A Tong, you have been missing for the past few months." I haven't been back to my bedroom."

Mr. An was imprisoned in the study by Mr. An as if he was under house arrest. He didn't move his place when eating or sleeping. The bedroom might have accumulated a few inches of dust.

An Tong opened the door and let Song Chan in who was blushing from the cold.He took the clothes Song Chan brought over and gave her the stove on the table.

An Tong: "Thank you."

Song Chan covered the heater and said "hmm".A gust of cool wind blew right at the right time, and she shivered, and the stove, which she was not holding firmly, was about to fall over.The lid was already tipped, and what slid over the rim of the stove were charcoals staring red.

Xiao Xin who was at the side quickly gave a hand, holding Song Chan's icy hands while steadying the stove.Both Xiao Xin and Song Chan shuddered, each took a wrong step back.

Song Chan put the stove back, avoiding Xiao Xin's scorching gaze: "A Tong, I'm leaving first."

An Tong nodded and closed the door.

Xiao Xin stood at the door blankly, watching An Tong take apart those clothes one by one.

Although the embroidery patterns on the clothes are detailed, they are far from proficient. In some places, there are flaws that even a man like An Tong can find.An Tong took a look at the lining of the clothes on purpose, but he didn't find the patterns that An Cao's habitually embroidered.The clothes are not made by An Cao's but by Song Chan.

An Tong finished folding the clothes, Xiao Xin was still standing where he was just now.

"Dayah?"

Xiao Xin seemed startled: "Huh?"

"You just touched someone's hand, you didn't watch him wash it..."

"Su Rong!"

An Tong stopped teasing him, took back the last word, sat down and thought about where to put Song Chan's clothes.

Xiao Xin hesitated and said: "Su Rong."

"what happened?"

"Girls are..." Xiao Xin swallowed, "Girls can't afford to delay."

An Tong: "This winter is over, and it will be spring."

"Winter is over...is it spring?"

An Yi said that the wedding of An Tong and Song Chan will be held as soon as the spring is over next year.A complete and harmonious family is what An Tong dreamed of before, and he may not have the courage to disobey his father again.

He is not Su Tong.

He is not Su Tong...

If it wasn't for Su Tong, it was the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker, it was possible... Gradually, it was acceptable to marry a wife and have children like other people.

An Tong said: "Winter is over, it's spring, it's my wedding with Song Chan."

Xiao Xin lowered his head and held up the stove, as if the cool temperature from the girl's hand still remained on it, he subconsciously rubbed the uneven carvings on the stove.