Chapter 105 (1/2)

On the second floor of Wen Tiange, Su Qian'an walked back and forth restlessly all afternoon.

”Can you stop?” Bingwen was really upset by him and couldn't help saying.

”Young master, I'm in Hanyang city now. How can I rest assured?”

”The young master will be fine, but if you trample down my second floor, turn around and carefully peel your skin.” Bingwen took a sip of tea ceremony.

Su Qian'an stopped, looked straight at Bingwen in front of him, looked as usual, and calmly took a sip of tea with a cup.

”Do you know the news of the young master?” Su Qian'an frowned and asked again.

”No.”

”Then you're not worried at all?” Su Qian'an was a little angry and indifferent.

”No news is the best news.” Bingwen was angry when he saw Su Qian'an's simplicity, and said more unfathomable.

Su Qian'an had no patience. He grabbed his tea cup and put it on the table and asked, ”don't sell the key. Tell me about it. I'll appease the Marquis later.”

Bingwen wiped the tea splashed by Su Qian'an's cup. When he mentioned that Hou ye received the thought to tease him, he said, ”since Zhao Jiajun can send an urgent report back, the young master must be able to send a letter back.”

Upon hearing this, Su Qian'an stared and said, ”we're confiscating the letter!”

”So, since the young master can send it, but he doesn't. It shows that he has his own opinion on this matter. It's not our turn to worry about it.”

”That's it?” Su Qian'an sniffed.

”Why do you think the young master insists on going to Hanyang?” Bingwen looked at Su Qian'an and asked instead.

”How do I know?” Su Qian'an replied casually. Seeing Bingwen staring at himself, he seemed to react suddenly in his mind and said, ”no...”

Bingwen nodded and said firmly, ”I guess he probably went for this.”

Su Qian'an blinked hard in disbelief. Looking at Bingwen's confident appearance and hanging heart, he finally let go.

”Then I'll go back earlier today to comfort the marquis.”

Bingwen nodded and waved to Su Qian'an.

His confidence comes from his understanding of early summer and his style of behavior.

But that's all.

After all, he couldn't help but write a letter and let Bian Hao send it out.

Seeing Su Qian'an coming downstairs, he also got up and walked to the ladder, but he stepped up to the third floor.

The third floor was originally prepared for the beginning of summer. He really spent some time on it.

Now, it's finally refitted.

In the corner of the attic at the top, there are four silver lamp holders, which are equipped with Silver Carved candlesticks.

The candlestick extends a small round holder, on which a small Xuan stove is placed. What is burning in the Xuan stove at the moment is spices that can't be bought in the whole capital. The smoke is rising.

Tall candles were inserted into the candlestick, and exquisite totems were engraved on the candle.

Two small pine bookshelves stand on both sides of the lamp rack.

One bookshelf neatly displays some bamboo books, while the other bookshelf places some rolled up picture scrolls.

Two pots of tianteng grass are lined on the two bookshelves. The grass has grown three feet long and hung down like a fragrant vine. The small green leaves hide some calligraphy and paintings faintly, with a unique flavor.

On the ground of the whole attic, there are all kinds of animal skins.

Among them are lion skin with fluffy mane, tiger skin with colorful stripes, leopard skin with beautiful flowers and spots, and bear skin with short brown hair. These animal skins are stacked one by one, fully paved and extremely thick.