The young man who was studying asked himself in his heart.

Why should I hide?

When he returned last night, Li Ruyu thought a lot.

The empress could not have imagined that the consequences of Princess Su seducing her, but she still let Princess Su live in her yard, which means that the empress hoped to see this happen.

Will the empress treat herself as a pawn that can be given up?

When useless, it is like abandoning the bad.

Li Ruyu hesitated before.

Think it will.

After all, the empress is so big in her heart that how can she balance the world with the scale?

But the empress's actions were really heartwarming, even though one sword and four sickles were a big deal, how could the old supervisor go to Qingzhou in person?

On the Jitian Li, the Empress said that time will not add to her.

This is the shocking work of the old supervisor.

Such a character is definitely not inferior to the old husband Liu Zhengqing in the heart of the empress.

In order to protect Xiaoxiao and for the safety of the Master, the Empress invited the old supervisor to Qingzhou. This shows that his weight in the Empress's heart is probably not a chess piece that can be abandoned at any time.

Then it would not be that easy for Yue Pingchuan to kill himself today.

Besides...

Li Ruyu was a little unwilling to admit defeat deep down. Why should I, Li Ruyu, be afraid of you Yue Pingchuan?

Something is nothing!

I, Li Ruyu, have nothing to do, but I have a sword waiting for your gun to come.

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The prosperous places in Lin'an are the major tiles, especially the tiles of Zhong'an Bridge.

Watching operas, listening to books, Guanpu (note 1)... All kinds of entertainment for ordinary people can be found here, and they can't spend a few copper coins. The bustling and noisy are no less than the shore of Xizi Lake at night.

Daliang once praised literature, which is now both civil and military affairs, and there are countless bookstores everywhere in Daliang.

There are several bookstores in the tiles of Zhong'an Bridge.

There are differences in business operations.

The worst business is probably the "Spring and Autumn Bookstore". The owner is a gentleman of thirty-five or sixty, but he can speak fluent Beijing accents. I don't know who, in the early years, came to Zhong'an Bridge with a girl who was blindly happy in red clothes, and opened a bookstore until now.

Whether the business is good or bad will affect his mood.

Mr. Hu Lian, who has no fame and never participates in the imperial examinations, always likes to wear blue and white Confucian robes for scholars.

He called himself Mr. Hu Lian.

He is gentle and humble in his words and deeds, and is very close to others.

But he likes to read. If he has something to do, he will sit in the shop and read books with him. He will read everything from elegant writings to prohibited and miscellaneous books, all of which are eaten by his mouth.

Most people who are familiar with it know that he actually prefers more miscellaneous books.

Good popularity does not mean good business.

All the books in his book shop are genuine, expensive and not discounted. No inferior pirated books printed through gray channels are ever scattered.

In his words, literature and works are all the hard work of scholars and cannot be defiled. Besides, he often reads and is enthused. Sometimes, when the client asks again and again, he cannot know.

It is a lot of gangsters who are not clean in their hands and feet.

He didn't feel distressed either.

It is strange that you can make money by operating like this.

No one went into the deepest way. How did Mr. Hu Lian support him and the blind girl, two outsiders depended on each other and lived a good life.

I watch operas and stories every now and then, or take the blind girl to the imperial street. Whenever I come back, I always buy a few pearls, jade and gold hairpins for the blind girl, which are of great value and are enviable.

He even closed the book shop and took the girl to visit around Lin'an. He watched the scenery, and then listened to the blind girl.

The blind girl is also happy.

There was no one knowing it openly, but someone secretly called Mr. Hu Lian's attention, always thinking that he had a night fortune, so some underground forces in Lin'an took the risk and broke into the Ling family's small yard at night.

But the people who have passed seem to have evaporated from the world and have never appeared in Lin'an again.

Several times later, Mr. Hu Lian, who was gentle in his words and deeds, became an indescribable mysterious figure in many underground black forces in the area of ​​Zhong'an Bridge, but there was no way to know the surname of an ordinary boss.

There was no fog this day, and there was a thin frost.

Mr. Hu Lian sat in the book shop, holding the book but not reading it, and his eyes were a little dazed.

Until he saw an old man wearing a short-clad piercing the ashes passing by the bookstore, Mr. Hu Lian's eyes lit up suddenly.

Get up and walk into the inner room.

There was a blind young woman in red sitting in the inner room. Although she couldn't see it, she pressed it with her hands and embroidered the insoles for the man with needles and threads.

In the eyes of men, this is a painting that I cherish in this life.

He smiled softly and said gentlely to the blind young woman who looked sweet and had a mediocre appearance: "My wife, I want to go out for my husband."

The blind young woman looked up and smiled sweetly.

In the two deep diapers, a soup of honey was rippling, "You are gone."

Mr. Hu Lian sat down next to the young woman, held his hand with distress, and stroked the back of his hand, "I said many times, telling you not to embroider. You insist on embroidering. How many times have you been stabbed by a needle, you won't listen."

But there is a lot of love in the complaint.

The blind young woman was a little embarrassed, "One last time, can we buy it next time?"

Mr. Hu Lian smiled, "You say so every time."

Sighed silently.

The young woman was blind, and her heart was clear and her ears were clear. She immediately dropped the insole, held her husband's hand, and smiled calmly, "Honey, have something to do?"

Mr. Hu Lian was silent for a while, bowed his head gently, and kissed the girl on the forehead.

A young woman with blind eyes is like a flying geese.

But it tighter.

Mr. Hu Lian stood up, broke free from the girl's hand, and said softly, "You should embroider first, and I'll make lunch as soon as I go, and I'll go back to the opera to listen to your favorite "Red Plum Blossoms".

Turn around and go out.

The blind young woman reached out, but grabbed nothing.

Outside the house, Mr. Hu Lian flipped out a narrow wooden box from the dusty old book in the corner, blew off the dust on it, and said for a long time no see. He just hugged the wooden box like this and walked into the long street, looking back at the Spring and Autumn Bookstore.

I don't know if I can go back to this trip.

If I don't come back, don't be sad.

That person is also in Lin'an, and I feel relieved that he will take care of you.

Mr. Hu Lian walked out into the distance. If an acquaintance asked, the gentle man in blue and white Confucian shirt smiled and said to do something, and then go back.

She is there, and my heart will return.

Between heaven and earth, thin frost gradually melts.

The blind young woman who stretched out her hand but couldn't catch anything was still calm on her face, as if her husband had been standing there, looking at her gently.

She is a woman who always smiles.

I can't see the world, but I still embroider the insoles. I don't want to make myself feel useless. I want to tell myself that I am not a burden to my husband, although I know that my husband never thought so.

But I'm willing to do anything for you I can.

As I smiled, tears rolled down.

The blind young woman is not blind. In recent years, my husband always goes out once a year, never telling the reason or the result. Although he cleans up when he returns, he can always feel his anger and loss.

She knew that her husband was waiting for someone, someone who could open his wooden box.

But she felt scared.

Don't be afraid of loneliness.

Don't be afraid of death.

He was just afraid that after the wooden box was opened, he would never return.

Husband, please come back.

I'm waiting for you.
Chapter completed!