After three cups in a row, Ye Qing added another cup to himself and drank it all in one gulp.
The stunned CEO finally came to his senses and put the green vegetables in his mouth into the bowl in front of him.
He asked solemnly: "But to pay tribute to an old friend?"
Ye Qing nodded, picked up a piece of green vegetables, and said casually: "From now on, you need to find someone to sell your aphrodisiacs."
Zai Zong, whose lips trembled, put down his chopsticks, took the wine bottle, and poured three glasses of wine on the ground.
"What a pity. Although that man is a philistine, he is a rare drinking companion." Mr. Zai sighed. The next moment, he asked nervously: "His family?"
Ye Qing, who was chewing green vegetables, trembled all over and said in a calm tone: "Bless yourself."
"Hey!" Mr. Zai said nothing more. He just felt that the meal was tasteless.
After filling his stomach, President Zai looked at Ye Qing and asked the question he had been holding back for a long time.
"Your sister and Zhang Weng and Zhang Po..."
"You're still alive. I'll make all the arrangements. Don't ask. It won't be good for you if you know too much."
Ye Qing walked directly towards the quiet room.
Mr. Zai, who was clearing away the dishes, looked worriedly at Ye Qing's leaving figure and sighed:
"If he hadn't been a lowly person, Qing Xiaolang would certainly not have had these hardships, and he would have lived a good life."
The third watch bangs.
Ye Qing, who was snoring in an orderly manner, opened his eyes with vigilance and quickly pressed his back against the wall.
"This is my young master, coming to talk to you."
Zhang Xiuran's voice came from outside the private room.
Ye Qing breathed a sigh of relief and walked out calmly.
It was a slightly cold night in early spring, but Ye Qing was shirtless and didn't care. The tendons on his back were exposed, as well as his chest and abdomen, which were covered with gold sore medicine and still showed obvious lines.
Zhang Xiuran, who was dressed in black brocade silk with dark bamboo embroidery, smelled of alcohol but was not drunk, and his eyes were clear.
He looked at Ye Qing's undressed body and showed off his flesh, and clicked his tongue. He subconsciously touched his belly that had turned into a piece due to indulgence, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
Silver Fan pointed to the backyard and led Ye Qing over.
In front of the stone table in the backyard with a strong medicinal aroma.
Zhang Xiuran took the lead in sitting on the stone chair and spoke first:
"Prefect Chen told me which path you chose."
"I will ask you one last time, have you made up your mind?"
Ye Qing nodded with firm eyes.
Zhang Xiuran sighed regretfully and tapped his forehead with the silver fan.
"Hey, although I gave you the choice, I still think it would be great if you could stay with me."
Ye Qing smiled softly and said: "According to the current situation of the young master, he will not leave Huaiyang in a short time. If necessary, he will be sent as he pleases."
"If the young master returns to Kyoto and I follow him, it will only make the young master's situation more dangerous, right?"
With such a reason, Ye Qing followed him back. Once there was a poetry meeting, Zhang Xiuran's pushy temper would definitely offend more people.
Zhang Xiuran also knew this and could only shake his head sadly.
They looked at each other in silence for a moment.
Zhang Xiuran then said: "Jiang Nan's wife and children were released by Zheng Ming. Shen Shi left the city and headed south. I sent someone to send a hundred taels of silver."
Ye Qing breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to Zhang Xiuran: "Young Master is kind and considerate. I would like to thank you on Jiang Nan's behalf."
Zhang Xiuran, whose face was full of resistance, quickly waved his hands and said angrily: "Thank you for a dead man. This young master is very unlucky."
The unabashed disgust made Ye Qing sigh in his heart.
If he hadn't had poetry and calligraphy from his previous life, I think even if he was an unattainable official in the eyes of the people, if he hadn't been wearing the purple scarf, he would never have had the opportunity to sit at the same table as Zhang Xiuran, an extremely noble son. Talk freely.
What Zhang Xiuran said before about treating him as an equal is really a bit of a fantasy.
Glancing at the silent Ye Qing, Zhang Xiuran knew what he was thinking.
He didn't care, and he didn't care at all, and continued:
"If you want to solve a major case and make meritorious deeds, it must be a murder case. Do you need my help to pick some easy cases for you to solve and secretly help you?"
Offer to help?
Ye Qing's eyes showed surprise.
"You are such a good talent. I really want to see how far you can go after entering the officialdom."
"In addition to drinking and playing with women in Huaiyang City, this young master is really tired of it. I am very interested in this kind of fun like yours."
As if he was playing a fun game, Zhang Xiuran looked at the handsome and gentle face in front of him with interest, which was even more handsome under the moonlight.
There was another thing he didn't say, and that was because of Ye Qing, he was cheated out of 60,000 taels of silver by Chen Yuming, a bandit who was "all upright."
He often spends thousands of taels to reward courtesans in brothels.
But he really couldn't accept spending so much money on a man.
If Ye Qing failed to grow up and the sixty thousand taels of silver were wasted, he would really feel uncomfortable for a few days.
Therefore, after having a drink at Chen Yuming's house where both the guest and the host were happy, Zhang Xiuran became more and more depressed as he thought about it, and then he came to see the man he had spent 60,000 taels to support.
Ye Qing pursed his lips, and after a moment, he shook his head and said:
"Thank you for your kindness, sir. However, I have never been involved in criminal cases. I have to hit the south wall to know the details of it, so as to prevent me from being unable to solve the case when my son leaves in the future."
Knowing how to make progress is a good character. Zhang Xiuran nodded with satisfaction.
belch!
After burping, sleep appeared on his arrogant face.
The next moment, Zhang Xiuran raised his eyebrows and asked, "Zheng Ming has hired more people to search your family in Qifengfang."
"Why don't you tell me where they are hiding? Aren't you afraid that Zheng Ming will find them first?"
Without any hesitation, Ye Qing shook his head and refused:
"Thank you, Mr. Master, for your concern. However, everything will be carried out as we discussed this afternoon."
"If I don't do it, I will be abandoned by the young master. It's better to let them continue to hide it."
These words made Zhang Xiuran a little dissatisfied. He looked at Ye Qing with disdain, said nothing, stood up and walked out.
Ye Qing touched his nose in embarrassment. After all, he was kind-hearted, but he still questioned his character.
This kind of young master must be spitting every time he spits out his hair.
Even if he was given up, Zhang Xiuran promised to keep his family safe and he would do it.
Anyone will be angry if left alone.
Ye Qing hurriedly followed and sent Zhang Xiuran away.
In front of the hospital gate.
Zhang Xiuran ignored Ye Qing's greetings and walked away.
The moment Ye Qing closed the door, he was keenly aware of a figure flashing past in the alley opposite.
He stood behind the closed door and stood motionless for a few breaths before going back to sleep.
In a dark alley.
Zhang Xiuran's attendant San'er licked his fingers, blew away the dust stains, and said with interest:
"This kid is quite sharp. The person you have trained is really interesting."
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Just after noon on the second day, Ye Qing, who was lying down after eating, received a message from the doorman at Chen Yuming's residence. He learned that Xie Qian had something urgent to do and went north directly.
This news made Ye Qing feel bad. He had left before he even gave the poem.
"Mr. Zai, I'll take care of you with pen and ink."
The messenger who delivered the message, Mr. Zai, frowned and asked, "Qing Xiaolang, are you actually literate?"
"I don't know how to read. Do you really think that the wound treatment methods I taught you were told to me by the wandering miracle doctor?"
Ye Qing asked Mr. Zai funnyly.
This old Chinese trauma doctor who kindly helped Ye Qingchang deal with his injuries from a fight when he was young, and later benefited from Ye Qing and became famous in Huaiyang City, touched his nose in embarrassment.
Without saying a word, Mr. Zai turned around and left quickly to get pen and paper.
Not long after.
A seven-character poem comes to life on the page.
It expresses the joyful meaning of being proud and free. As soon as Mr. Zai took a quick look, he could feel the elation and joy contained in the poem.
And that thin golden body, full of aura and skeletal strength, amazed Mr. Zai.
He didn't care that the ink was still dry and couldn't wait to pick it up and take a closer look.
"What a poem, what a poem. This is such a good poem, Qing Xiaolang. I didn't expect you to have such an ability."
"This word is also very good. I have been writing prescriptions all my life, but I can't write these words."
Facing Mr. Zai's praise, Ye Qing remained calm.
He said aloud: "Mr. Zai, could you please make a trip and find a reliable porter to take this poem to Zuixiang Pavilion in Pinglefang and give it to Mr. Zhang, so that he can hand it over to Mr. Xie immediately."
Mr. Zai nodded and blew on the paper, intending to use the simplest and most effective way to dry the ink, and walked out quickly.
Just when he was about to step out of the door.
The old Chinese medicine doctor stopped, looked at the blank space on the poem, and couldn't help but curiously asked: "Qing Xiaolang, why don't you write a title for this poem, and leave your name by the way?"
This question made Ye Qing frown.
The next moment, his expression brightened, and his handsome and gentle appearance exuded an eye-catching charm.
The Prime Minister said with great envy: "If I were as handsome as you back then, pretty widows from all over the country would probably have to fight over who could climb into our bed at night."
A strange expression appeared on Ye Qing's face, and he asked curiously: "Why do you just talk about the pretty widow? Don't you want those pretty girls?"
Hehehe smiled.
Mr. Zai had a lewd smile on his face, and his eyes flashed with pride that said, "You kid doesn't understand."
"I'm telling you, widows are good, chaste widows, no matter how beautiful they are, I won't be jealous, but unchaste widows don't need to tease, they just come over, and they are still interesting."
"But how many women who have tasted the joy of fish and water can endure loneliness?"
"As for those yellow-flowered girls, if they hook up with each other, I have to abide by husband's ethics and can only be kind to her."
"So, all I have to do is keep an eye on the widow."
"Don't be clingy, don't pester, don't be repetitive!"
Ye Qing's words to Mr. Zai shocked him. He gave him a heartfelt thumbs up and praised him from the bottom of his heart:
"It has to be you. You are indeed an old Chinese doctor."
The proud Prime Minister had just raised his proud head when he heard Ye Qing complain:
"You deserve to be without a wife all your life. Now that you are old, you have no one to take care of you. You have to do all the cooking yourself."
Suddenly, Mr. Zai drooped his face and stared at Ye Qing angrily.
Taking the paper, Ye Qing took up his pen and wrote a few words on the poem.
