After Qingyun went out and walked away, Chen Quan'er quietly walked in from outside the warehouse and asked the steward:
"Have you ever seen clearly, did that wild boy get more stuff?"
Hearing this, Mr. Steward quickly replied truthfully:
"I saw it clearly, Miss, as you ordered. Qingyun did not receive an extra portion of medicinal materials. Please abide by the rules."
After hearing what the steward said, Chen Quaner frowned and spat:
"Tsk, I didn't expect this wild boy to be quite honest."
But as soon as she rolled her eyes, her newly wrinkled eyebrows immediately relaxed, a sly smile appeared on her face, and then she walked deeper into the warehouse.
I saw her looking left and right, wandering for a long time, and finally picked a pearl the size of a fingernail and held it in her hand, then turned to the steward and asked:
"Do you think he has received more things now?"
The manager is a mature man, so he secretly thought that no wonder the young lady had told him not to care about how many things Qingyun had received, and it didn't matter even if he took more, as long as he kept an eye on it carefully.
This silly boy must have offended his lady, and he was deliberately trying to mess with him!
However, he is a sensible person. Qingyun is just a little apprentice, and he is not worthy of offending Chen Quan'er, so his old and thin face immediately showed a look of surprise, and he replied in a deep voice:
"I didn't see it clearly just now, but now I see it clearly. That Qingyun didn't follow the order exactly. He secretly received an extra pearl and I found it when I went back to check. Miss happened to be passing by and was about to report to you. Please make your decision! ".
Hearing Mr. Steward's nonsense and exaggerated tone, Chen Quan'er couldn't help but hide her face and smile, and then said seriously:
"Well, although this matter is not serious, it is of a bad nature. Let's go to my father's house with me and tell him everything. It is up to the father to make his own decision. At that time, I will also respect your rigorous attitude towards work. I said a few nice words to him face to face. As for this pearl, my skin has not been good these past two days, miss, so I used it to apply on my face."
"Young lady, please do as you please. Everything will be arranged by the young lady. Please give me more ladies. Thank you very much, madam!"
When the steward heard what Chen Quan'er said, he smiled from ear to ear and kept flattering her. His old face seemed to have two words written all over it, flattery.
However, in his heart, he has already put a hundred labels on his young lady that must not be offended. He secretly thought that anyone who offends such a woman will definitely not get good results. That silly boy is a living example.
Of course, Qingyun, who was driving the carriage, didn't know that he had been tricked.
In a good mood, he was lying on his back on the carriage, staring at the blue sky, while thinking about the words his father told him before his death.
"I can't tell you my origins, nor can I tell you anything about the Qilin Fang. It seems I have to be careful in my inquiries so as not to expose any flaws."
Thinking in his heart, Qingyun subconsciously held the pendant on his chest, and then calmed down his mood.
He came to Qianzhong City not long ago and didn't know where Wang Qingquan's family lived. Fortunately, there were other servants who had delivered goods on this trip, so he didn't take a detour and arrived at the palace in a short while.
The main entrance of the palace is not big. If it weren't for what Brother Zhao said before, Qingyun would have felt that the palace was a little witch or a big witch compared to Chen's mansion.
The attentive Qingyun discovered that the difference was that the doors of most masters' houses in this city had animal-faced door knockers, symbolizing longevity, but Mr. Wang's house didn't even have a door knocker.
Originally, this old maroon wooden door looked shabby, but now it has become a gate, a road to nowhere. But he didn't dare to take it lightly. After all, Brother Zhao's explanation of the matter was not groundless.
At that moment, Qingyun parked the carriage outside the palace, and then gently knocked on the door of the palace with his hand, waiting for a response.
After a long while, the patient Qingyun finally heard the creaking sound of the door opening, and saw a little girl wearing a pink short coat walking out of the house.
The little girl was dressed plainly and simply. She must be a servant in the palace.
Through the door, Qingyun also saw some white lanterns hanging in the palace, as if there was a funeral, but there was no sign at all outside the door, so he quickly explained to the girl in pink, for fear of upsetting the Wang family:
"We are the servants of Mr. Chen Defu and Mr. Chen's family. We are here to deliver a batch of medicinal seeds and dry goods that your family bought last month. I would also like to ask my sister for your convenience."
It was already afternoon, and the girl in pink seemed to be still awake. She rubbed her eyes, yawned and asked:
"Where's that old Zhao in your house? Why don't you come here today? Isn't it usually from him?"
"Brother Zhao took leave and went home today. Please forgive me, sister."
Qingyun quietly glanced at the lazy girl and saw that she should be one or two years older than him. After thinking about it, he still called her sister.
After hearing this, the girl in pink clothes took a closer look at the boy with such a childish voice. It didn't matter whether he looked at him or not, her heart couldn't help but move when she saw him.
The boy in front of me has beautiful features and elegant eyes. How old is he? He is even prettier than his mistress. If you don't listen to his voice, he really looks like a young lady who has not yet left the palace!
"Tsk, tsk, my body is too thin. How come the Chen family treats this servant so badly, yet another day, my wife and Mr. Chen want him to come from the family's house, hehe~"
The little girl looked at Qingyun's handsome and extraordinary face and commented secretly in her heart, but she forgot about the business for a moment.
"Sister, do you think our goods can still enter your house?"
Qingyun, who didn't know the truth, saw that the other party ignored him for a long time, so he weakly asked again.
"What kind of sister is not a sister? Am I that old? What's your name, little brother? Why haven't you seen me before? Come on, come on, come in first. By the way, you guys can come in too, things first. Just leave it in the warehouse. You guys wait for me there, and I’ll take someone over to check it out later.”
After saying that, the woman in pink hurriedly pulled Qingyun into the house, ignoring the piles of goods outside the door.
After some understanding, Qingyun learned that the name of the girl in pink was Yang Liu, and she was Mrs. Wang's personal maid since she was a child. But she is no better than myself. Although she is a maid, Madam, she has never treated Yang Liu as a servant.
Mrs. Wang likes to plant flowers and grasses, and sometimes she will plant some herbs for Mr. Wang. The valuable medicinal materials that Lao Chen goes out to buy are all brought to Mrs. Wang, so these things are usually planted with willows.
As for the funeral currently being held in the palace, it turned out to be Wang Li, the steward of the palace. I heard that Wang Li was Mr. Wang's junior, so he was buried with the courtesy of a junior.
After arranging the storage, Yang Liu sent the other servants of the Chen family outside the warehouse, leaving only Qingyun and himself to count the goods alone in the warehouse.
"So Qingyun, are you just working as an apprentice with Master Chen now?"
Yang Liu skillfully classified the medicinal materials and asked.
"Yes, Sister Yangliu, let's learn from the master first. Whether you can become a master or not depends on yourself!"
Qingyun has not been idle either, he has been helping Liu Qing.
"Hehe, I'm really afraid that this handsome boy is the son-in-law recruited by Old Man Chen. I will ask Madam and Old Man Chen to bring him over tomorrow, and he won't disagree."
Yang Liu, who was quite fond of Qingyun, actually made Qingyun's little plan in his heart, but he said:
"Don't call me sister. I'm only one year older than you. They call me old. Just call me Liu'er."
After saying that, she tilted her eyebrows at Qingyun with a smile, but he turned a blind eye and had no reaction.
"What a stupid boy, ignorant!"
Yang Liu couldn't help but cursed secretly in his heart.
"Okay, okay, Sister Yang Liu, oh no, Liu'er. By the way, how did Butler Wang pass away? If it was a normal funeral, why is your house so low-key?"
Qingyun began to slowly ask for clues.
"I don't know about this either. My master asked me to bury Butler Wang in a low-key manner. Let's just do it. But my master and his wife have never been public, so I think this is normal."
Yang Liu thought for a while and replied.
"That's right. I heard from Brother Zhao that Mr. Wang is the immortal who protects the safety of our people in Qianzhong City. Is it true, Liu'er?"
Qingyun smiled and showed a very fascinated look, which made Yang Liu a little unable to withstand the offensive of his bright eyes and white teeth, and said with a red face:
"You all know this! That big mouth of Lao Zhao, wait for him to come another day and I will fix him! Huh! In fact, you are right, the master is a fairy in our eyes, but I occasionally listen to the master and his wife As I said, they are not gods, just a group of cultivators. But we are real mortals, and these are too far away for us."
Yang Liu thought for a while, but still told Qingyun truthfully, because she felt from the bottom of her heart that this handsome young man was a reliable person.
"That's right, Liu'er, there are many martial arts sects in our world. Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes."
Qingyun also nodded pretendingly, and used sentences from a certain miscellaneous book that had been confiscated by his father to comment seriously.
"Haha, I didn't expect that Qingyun, you are not very old, but your words are quite profound. I can't even understand you!"
I don't know whether it was sincere or teasing, but Yang Liu's words made Qingyun's fair face turn red.
"Don't laugh at me, Liu'er. I also learned from Mr. Chen. By the way, does Mr. Wang have a sect?"
Qingyun began to consciously introduce the topic to the place he was eager to know.
Fortunately, Yang Liu still thought Qing Yun was as curious as an ordinary boy, and with a harmless look on his face, he simply didn't hide anything and told him everything he knew. Yang Liu said:
"I heard from Madam that the master's sect seems to be called Qingxutian. It's a really strange name. It seems that the master was assigned here by this sect many years ago to be the leader of the garrisoned disciples. He manages some important things on weekdays, and Protect the safety of the surrounding area, well, that’s what Madam seems to say.”
When he heard the words Qingxutian, Qingyun's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his pupils shrank suddenly, which reminded him of the "heaven" that the old man from Liangshan said before he died.
Could it be that the murderer is Wang Qingquan? Or is the murderer a member of this sect?
"No, it shouldn't be him. According to Yang Liu, Wang Qingquan moved here many years ago. If he wanted to take action, he would not wait so long. Moreover, two unidentified monks came a few days before the tragedy. Although it seems that the two of them dare not take action against Grandpa Liangshan, their suspicion cannot be ruled out. Moreover, Grandpa Liangshan has not made it clear what "heaven" is, so the final conclusion cannot be made."
