Chapter 237 Heart Changes
In the exquisite courtyard of Linjiang, Yu Changkong sat in the house, with a chessboard in front of him, each of them held a chess piece, and played against himself.
Sifang yawned. Although his young master looks pleasing to the eye, watching him play chess with himself can really make people sleepy.
He looked at Da Qiong, who was sitting cross-legged at the door, making seals with his hands and then silently reciting the inner strength method.
Uncle Qian entered from outside the courtyard, Sifang stood up straight, and bowed to Uncle Qian.
"Young master." Uncle Qian held a scroll in his hand.
Yu Changkong didn't raise his head, hummed, and asked, "But did you see that they sealed the golden statue?"
"Don't worry, my lord, it has been sealed, and it will be sent to Qingping Temple in the afternoon, and it will never delay tomorrow's consecration ceremony." Uncle Qian said with a smile.
Yu Changkong raised his head and slightly hooked his lips: "That's good."
Uncle Qian looked at his radiant eyes and felt nostalgic for a moment, but the young master's eyes could be seen again, very much like the young lady's eyes when she was alive.
Yu Changkong looked at the old servant with a nostalgic look on his face, his smile was slightly restrained, and his eyes fell on the scroll in his hand: "Is there anything else?"
Uncle Qian came back to his senses, with a slightly positive expression, and said: "Young master, a letter has been sent from the clan that the clan leader has fallen ill, and we may have to go back to the clan."
Yu Changkong's face changed slightly, he took the scroll and unfolded it, there were only a few words on it, saying that the patriarch fell ill and fell asleep for two days, hoping to return soon. "
He pinched the note, pursed his lips slightly, and his delicate and beautiful face showed a bit of sternness.
"Master?"
"After participating in the Code of Laws tomorrow, let's go back to the Hui nationality." A trace of boredom flashed in Yu Changkong's eyes.
Uncle Qian wanted to say that he really didn’t want to go back, so he could stay here longer. After all, when he lived in Licheng for a while, the young master’s smile seemed to be a little more, especially after his eyes could see things again, he became more cheerful.
Young master actually doesn't like being in the clan.
"Young master can stay for two more days." Uncle Qian said dryly.
Yu Changkong shook his head: "Go back, I also want to go to Zangshu Pavilion."
The bookstore outside is still not as good as Yushi's Zangshu Pavilion. He has many books that he wants to find, including his father's handwriting.
Just this time, he doesn't know when he will be able to come to Licheng again. He hasn't learned how to control all kinds of evil spirits in front of this pair.
Yu Changkong looked at the villain he had cut out by himself, it was dry, it was just a piece of paper, unlike the one Qin Liuxi cut out, it had a soul and could move.
If he leaves, can she send a letter to herself with a little paper doll?
The white piece in Yuchangkong's hand fell down with a clatter, right in the corner of Heizi's trap, and since then, the white piece has lost everything.
He seems to be overly concerned about gains and losses.
Not right.
Yu Changkong threw the sunspots into the chess cup, and stood facing the window with his hands behind his back, his eyes gradually clear and condensed.
If he wants to walk a good path, the obstacles in front of him must be leveled first, otherwise, he may not be able to squeeze into the opponent's path.
"After you go back, send a letter to Yunge and let them come to see me."
Uncle Qian was overjoyed: "Son, have you finally figured it out?"
Yu Changkong looked over, there was no joy on his face, but he poured a basin of cold water coldly: "Uncle Qian, don't be happy, it's been ten years, is it true that everyone will wait for me at the same place?"
Uncle Qian was stunned: "No, the miss treats them with great kindness, and the Yun Pavilion was founded by the miss, so it should be yours."
"Death is like a lamp going out." Yu Changkong lowered his eyes, and his voice was cold: "When people leave, the tea will be cold."
The human heart is changeable.
(end of this chapter)