Apart from manual labor, even people who held swords all year round would have calluses on their palms.
Could it be that this person was a martial artist who abandoned martial arts to pursue literature?
However, this had nothing to do with Ji Yunshu.
There was no connection between them at all.
Jing Rong noticed her gaze on the man and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ji Yunshu shook her head.
He followed the inn's waiter upstairs.
After the scholar went downstairs, he went to the stable at the back of the inn.
In the stable, a man in blue was tying up a horse.
The scholar walked to his side and asked softly, "How is it?"
The man in blue vigilantly looked around. After making sure no one was paying attention, he said, "Everything has been arranged."
"Don't make any mistakes."
"Don't worry! But are you sure he will come tonight? "
"I've already asked around. There's no mistake." The scholar resolutely replied.
The man in blue tied up the horse and clenched his fists. A murderous aura burst out from his eyes. "This time, we absolutely cannot fail. I must … kill him with my own hands."
The scholar's eyes were also filled with hatred. "I will personally avenge my father's death."
…
Marquis of the Southern Kingdom's manor.
For the past few days, the Marquis of the Southern Kingdom didn't go anywhere. He stayed in the ancestral hall.
The manservant of the manor came twice, saying that Young Master Jing was here to scout for information.
Every time, his reply was, "I won't see you."
Lian Que also came. He wanted to say something, but when the words reached his mouth, he quickly swallowed them back down.
He didn't know what the Marquis of the Southern Kingdom was waiting for.
Or perhaps, what was he planning?
But the only thing he could do was wait.
The snowstorm had already stopped. Lian Que was in the courtyard, looking at the Marquis of the Southern Kingdom standing in front of the memorial tablets in the ancestral hall. His heart was full of questions.
Not long after, a man came in from outside and walked to Lian Que's side. "They planned to leave the city early this morning."
Lian Que was flabbergasted. "And then?"
"Fortunately, several large trees fell on the official road and the mountain itself collapsed. The carriages can only leave the city after they've been cleaned up."
'Heaven's will!'
If the Marquis of the Southern Kingdom didn't say anything, Ji Yunshu and the others would really leave!
What should he do?
Even if the Marquis of the Southern Kingdom could wait, he couldn't wait any longer.
He immediately entered the ancestral hall and called out, "Marquis."
The Marquis of the Southern Kingdom did not respond.
He still stood there without moving.
"If you don't tell me the truth, Miss Ji will leave."
He still did not say anything.
"Marquis!"
The Marquis of the Southern Kingdom was extremely calm as he stared at the tablet in front of him.
Lian Que was anxious. After all, the truth was right in front of them.
Just as he was about to say something —
Someone was coming from outside.
He rushed inside and said, "Marquis, someone delivered a box."
The Marquis of the Southern Kingdom finally made a move.
He turned around and saw the servant holding a box in his hand.
"Bring it in."
"Yes."
The servant handed the box to him and went down.
The Marquis of the Southern Kingdom opened the box, and inside was a bowl.
It was a very ordinary bowl!
Lian Que was puzzled. "Marquis, this is?"
The Marquis of the Southern Kingdom gave him the bowl and said, "Go to the courtyard and break it."
"Fell?"
"Yes."
Even though Lian Que didn't understand why, he still accepted it.
He walked into the courtyard and threw the bowl on the ground.
"Peng!"
It was extremely loud.
Among the broken pieces of the bowl, a white note was revealed.
It was hidden in the porcelain pieces!
He hurriedly picked it up and patted it a few times before handing it to the Marquis. "Marquis, there is a note?"
The Marquis of the Southern Kingdom was not surprised. "As expected, he delivered it."
Him?
Who is he?
The Marquis of the Southern Kingdom opened it. There were a few densely packed words written on it.
After reading it, the stone in his heart finally fell off.
The rims of his eyes gradually became moist.
All sorts of feelings welled up in his heart.
What kind of letter was this?
Who was it that sent it over?
Why was it hidden in the bowl?
Lian Que's heart was filled with confusion.
…
Ji Yunshu and the others returned to their rooms and settled everything, waiting for the official road to be cleaned up.
On this day, there was a lantern festival in Gaoding City.
Since morning, there had been people making preparations one after another.
The whole city was bustling with activity.
However, when night fell, the water problem on the official road had not been dealt with. Jing Rong sent an imperial guard to inquire about it, but he said that they would have to wait until noon tomorrow at the earliest.
They could only continue to wait.
For the whole day, everyone was discussing tonight's lantern festival.
This was the last festive event before the New Year.
In the evening, the streets were already decorated with all kinds of lanterns.
On the first floor of an inn, several men were gathered together.
"The New Year is coming. This lantern festival is to welcome the God of Wealth. We should also go out and have some fun."
"Yes, my wife has been preparing since last night. She went out early in the morning."
"Then what are we waiting for? Look, it's getting dark. Let's go now. "
"Let's go …"
A table full of people shouted and left.
Lang Po and Bai Yin, who were sitting next to them, heard it.
Bai Yin only cared about drinking. Lang Po nudged her. "How about we go and join in the fun?"
"If you want to go, you can go by yourself."
"We can't leave now anyway. It's so lively outside. There's no harm in going."
"I'm not going."
"Don't be such a party pooper." Lang Po sneered.
Bai Yin kept pouring wine into her mouth. She squinted at him. "I'm not in the mood. If you want to go, go find your Prince."
"Forget it. I'll just drink."
Lang Po also began to pour cup after cup of wine into his stomach.
On the second floor, Ji Yunshu was drawing in her room.
She was holding a brush and a piece of paper in front of her.
On the paper was a painting of Gaoding City under a snowy landscape.
Although it was only a sketch, the mold was already in place. With a little color, it would be a vivid and lifelike scene.
Since she was about to leave Gaoding, she wanted to draw a painting to commemorate her departure.
At this time, Jing Rong knocked on her door.
Seeing that she was drawing, he walked over to take a look.
He smiled faintly.
He didn't say anything.
Then, he walked to the window and opened it.
The hustle and bustle outside could be heard.
Colorful lanterns shone in from the outside.
It splashed onto Ji Yunshu's painting!
She stopped her brush and looked out the window.
She asked, "Tonight is Gaoding City's lantern festival."
Jing Rong's back was facing her. He looked out the window. "Yes, it's very lively."
The streets were bustling with people and lanterns were hung in an orderly manner.
After a long time, Jing Rong turned to her. "Do you plan to stay in your room?"
… …
After the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu went to the lantern festival.
Meanwhile, Song Zhi was still in the old residence.
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