roccoschili Chapter 469: The mass kidnapping case has not been solved, is Soros dead?
Chapter 469: The mass kidnapping case has not been solved, is Soros dead?
"Master, last night, the eldest master of the Hua family in the north died. His wife cried so hard that she wanted to hit her head against the pillar and follow her master. Fortunately, everyone stopped her, otherwise, the Hua family would have to park two coffins."
Liu Si'er, the servant next to Yan Er, kept chattering incessantly.
"Okay, a grown man, you are just like a woman, gossiping about other people's affairs all day long. By the way, have you finished the task I asked you to do?"
Yan Er became serious.
"Master, don't worry. Leave it to me. I will definitely... what's that called? It's the idiom you taught me a few days ago. It will be done as soon as it arrives."
Yan Er just took a sip of warm tea and spat it out.
He cleared his throat and spoke to Si'er.
"Success will come immediately."
I don't know what this kid is obsessed with all day, he has become obsessed with four-character phrases. Now he speaks in a set manner, and he hasn't even mastered the words yet, but I don't know how many times he has worn out his lips.
"Sir, there is a banquet for Master Lou at Suilou in the south of the bridge tonight. Do you want to go?"
Yan Er was about to say he didn't want to go when Si'er took over the conversation.
"I heard it's very lively, and there's even a troupe from the capital, performing several excerpts."
Si'er was also a very versatile person. He knew that his master liked to watch plays and that he was very idle recently. He didn't know where he got the news from, but he found a way for his master to relieve his boredom.
The words got stuck in Yan'er's throat and he thought for a moment.
"Is it serious?"
"Seriously, even if I had a hundred guts, I wouldn't dare to lie to you. I have been looking for this news for more than half a month."
No wonder this boy has been able to stay with Yan Er for so many years, he has a smooth tongue and can keep people around.
Yan'er was worried that he had no time to kill so much time. When he heard that there was some fun to be had, how could he not be happy? He took out a few taels of silver from his purse and threw them to Si'er behind him.
Accompanied by Si'er's long voice behind.
"Thank you, sir."
Yan Er went into the inner room.
Suilou is a place where money is very expensive, and Lou Daguang is willing to spend a lot of money.
Yan Er went back to his room, leaned on the flower table, and looked at the Epiphyllum outside the window. He had planted this Epiphyllum for many years, but Yan Er had never seen it bloom. Epiphyllum always blooms late at night. One year, Yan Er sat here quietly to watch the flower bloom. It was past four o'clock in the morning, but he still couldn't see the flower bloom.
This kind of spirit is only there when the master is not at home and he secretly goes to Yanlai Tower to have a good time with the help of the servants without the knowledge of the mistress. Apart from all these, only this Epiphyllum can arouse his excitement.
After fighting with the Epiphyllum for such a long time, he still couldn't wait until the final moment. He felt sleepy and fell asleep among the flowers. The next day, Si'er dragged him back to the room and he fell into a good sleep.
It's like this every time. I wake up in the morning and beat my chest and stamp my feet, regretting it so much. The Epiphyllum has died many times. The fresh Epiphyllum species that I transplant don't live long. For some unknown reason, the flowers will die after a few months, which makes Yan'er very upset.
The old lady always laughed at him, like the flower lady in the backyard. The flower lady was busy taking care of the flowers, but he was hurt because he couldn't see the flowers.
Whenever he thought of the old lady laughing and trembling her body, pointing at Yan'er's tired and worried face, Yan'er always smiled when he was embarrassed. Look, Yan'er, who was leaning on the flower table, was still worried looking at the Epiphyllum outside the window, but when he thought of the old lady's appearance, he also laughed. He stumbled and dropped the noble Clivia on the flower table, which the eldest lady had painstakingly obtained from Wan'an Temple, to the ground.
Looking at the broken Clivia on the ground, Yan'er was frightened and panicked. Si'er outside hurriedly crawled in and pushed the door open in a panic.
"Master...what happened?"
Si'er looked at the clay scattered all over the ground and was so scared that his lips turned pale. His master was born to be a troublesome person. Although Si'er lived a comfortable life following him, he got into trouble a lot. Most of the time, the trouble was caused by his master, but it was Si'er who had to endure the severe beatings from the family law.
Liu Si'er, who had just entered the room, saw the Clivia lying on the ground. His eyes widened and he sat down on the ground. The Clivia was the lifeblood of the eldest wife. She placed it in the master's study specifically to make the master have good character. She also asked Liu Si'er to watch it carefully. If she made any mistakes, she would not forgive her.
But as soon as he entered the door, he saw the broken Clivia all over the floor, and Liu Si'er sat down on the ground.
Yan Er, who was standing next to him, was also so frightened that he froze there. The two men came back to their senses, turned their heads, and looked at each other. Yan Er immediately came over and grabbed Si Er and shook him.
"What should I do? If the first wife knew about this, she would skin me alive."
Si'er looked at his master with tearful eyes.
"Master, how could the first wife bear to beat you? If the wife wanted to beat you, she would vent her anger on me. This is great. You didn't enjoy a few days of peace and quiet with me, and now your butt is going to be spanked again."
"Ping'er, breaking some pots and bowls is not a big deal, and we don't lack them at home. But this is something that the old monk from Wan'an Temple personally sent over. It is said that this Clivia is a relic of Buddha's bones, and the flower grew out of the cracks in the stone. It is extremely precious."
"Usually the old lady and the first wife treat it like a treasure and come to see it every day. But today, they just left and smashed it to pieces. Master, what do you think happened?"
Si'er looked at his master crying and wiping his tears, and Yan'er looked at him and curled his lips.
"Well, you are talking so much. I, as your father, haven't said anything yet, but you, little thing, are already confronting me. If anything goes wrong, I'm here for you. What are you afraid of?"
Si'er was kneeling beside them, crying and yelling. Yan'er was afraid that the old lady and the first wife would be called over, so he covered Si'er's mouth.
"Okay, stop howling. Get up and listen to me."
"Well, they usually come here just to take a look, to bow before this Clivia, to see if I am studying hard. They don't care whether this thing is real or fake. Besides, have you ever heard that a small flower can grow out of the cracks in the rocks? Don't listen to the nonsense that the old bald donkey said. He might just be trying to cheat the old lady out of her money."
"They don't know whether this thing is actually grown from the Buddha's bone relic. Why don't you go to East Street and buy a flowerpot like this one, and then secretly bring some orchids from the yard on West Street. Remember not to let anyone see you, and go out through the small door, quickly."
After hearing this, Si'er wiped his tears, looked at his useless grandfather, thought about his own butt. Si'er saw Yan'er standing there in a daze, not wanting to move. Yan'er hit him on the head with a fan and then said.