Chapter 3(1)()

Taiyuan, Di’s house.

Di Renjie had already changed into a clean dark brown regular dress and sat comfortably in front of the desk in his study. As soon as he took a sip of tea, Di Chun walked in carefully and called out: "Master."

"Well, Di Chun, has General Li settled?"

"I've settled in the east wing, the little one just came from there."

Di Renjie nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "I have exhausted him these two days, so let him have a good rest. Who have you sent to serve him?"

Di Chun said: "Master, you don't know General Li's temper. He doesn't like to serve anyone."

"Well, okay, he won't let it go." Di Renjie walked to the flower table, looked carefully at a pot of delicate orchids on it, and asked, "This pot of Suxinhan orchid has not bloomed this year?"

Di Chun said: "This young man is not very clear. Should he call the gardener to ask?"

Di Renjie waved his hand: "No need." His eyes still did not leave the pot of the delicate green leaves of the cold orchid, and a loss-like expression slowly appeared on his face, as if he was trapped in some long-standing memories.

Di Chun stood beside him, not daring to show off his vigor. He knew that the precious pots of Suxinhan orchids in the old house were Di Renjie's favorite things. He brought them back every winter to ask if they had bloomed. But strangely, the flowers just didn't bloom, and Di Renjie seemed to have never thought of bringing these flowers to Luoyang. It was really puzzling to think about them so far away.

After pondering for a long time, Di Renjie withdrew his mind and asked Di Chun: "Didn't you say that Jing Hui asked you to pick us up on the official road? Why is he not at home?"

Di Chun stammered: "It was indeed the youngest who was ordered by the third young master, but he left after he ordered. The third young master was busy all day long, and the young man didn't know what he was doing. Oh, master, the young man has already sent someone to go to his mansion to deliver a letter. I think he will be back soon."

Di Renjie frowned and said, "He doesn't want to live in such a large house in his home. He runs to the south of the city to set up a new door. He doesn't feel tired if he runs around all day!"

After a pause, Di Renjie said again: "He refused to enter the officialdom, and only led a free official who was a dispersed doctor. Not to mention serving the country, he was not polite to eat the fifth-rank salary of the imperial court. It made me ashamed for him every time I remembered it. Since this would be better than just being more scheming, he was still not doing his job all day long. I really don't know what he has to do with?"

Di Chun lowered his head and said nothing.

Di Renjie looked at him and suddenly sneered: "That guy must have bribed you, so you are silent in front of me at this moment. Very good. It seems that the person who is the master of Di’s house in Taiyuan is already Di Jinghui!"

"Master!" Di Chun was shocked and speechless.

Di Renjie shook his head, calmed down, and said calmly: "Has the wife been informed? Go and tell her that I will go see her before dinner."

Di Chun hurriedly said, "All the news has been reported. The lady said that she was inconvenient and told the master not to worry about it. She would rather get together with the third young master."

Di Renjie was silent. After a while, he suddenly remembered something and asked: "Di Chun, have you sent the famous post to Mr. Fan for me?"

"It was delivered. However, Mr. Fan had passed away a few days ago."

"What?" Di Renjie was very surprised.

Di Chun then told Di Renjie in detail about the famous posts that day. After saying that, he presented Mrs. Fan's famous posts with both hands.

Di Renjie held the famous post in his hand, looked it upside down several times, and sighed, "I didn't expect this to happen." He recited the name on the post: "Feng's Danqing, this name is quite interesting. It seems that he should be a woman born in a scholarly family. My brother Fan has been forbidden from desire for so many years, and he vowed to practice Taoism as a boy Yuanyang, but he did not want to break his precepts in his later years, leaving behind a widowed wife. He said that he could not be considered a person with constant thoughts."

Di Chun asked curiously: "Master, why have I never heard you talk about this Master Fan?"

Di Renjie said: "My family and I are family friends. When I was a child, I also played together. However, he is a withdrawn person and has a special preference for the art of Qihuang. When studying medicine, he is simply a traitor and obsessed with human relationships and worldly affairs. His temper is very difficult to get along with. However, his medical skills are the highest I have ever seen. When I was in Bingzhou, Jinghui was still young, weak and sick, and treatment was not effective. Later, he asked him to prescribe a few doses of prescriptions. After taking them for about half a year, he had to completely recuperate his body. Otherwise, how could you, the third young master, be so lively now? Maybe you are still a sick person today. Thinking about it now, it was also troublesome at that time, so I just let him be a sick person. I also less idle!"

Hearing the last sentence, Di Chun couldn't help but lower his head and laughed secretly.

Di Renjie continued: "At that time, because he was kind to Jing Hui, he had been determined not to marry or have children since he was young. My wife and I also specially asked Jing Hui to recognize his adoptive father to him. But these were all things that happened before you were born, so you naturally didn't know."

Di Chun asked: "Master, then why didn't you interact with this Madam Fan later?"

Di Renjie said: "One of the time, I was transferred to Chang'an to serve as the Minister of Dali Temple. I left Bingzhou and have not come back for so many years, so I have no chance to meet. In addition, it is because he is immersed in medical science and medicine year by year, and ignores everything in the world, which is very difficult to communicate. In recent years, he has been deeply involved in practicing Taoism and alchemy, and cannot extricate himself from the delusion of seeking immortality. You know that I have always hated these evil sayings, so of course I have no interest in interacting with him again. If it weren't for Yuan Fang, I would have no intention of... Alas, it is true that the moon has phases and wanes, and people have good fortune and good fortune. After Yuan Fang's self-stricken body has never been completely restored, and his spirit is not very good. I originally planned to take advantage of this return to my hometown and ask Brother Fan to treat him well. Although I have been very disgusted with him, I can tolerate it for Yuan Fang, but I did not expect such a result."

Di Renjie's voice fell down and fell into deep thought.

Di Chun waited for a while, and saw that he had no movement, he tiptoed out the door. As soon as he pushed open the door, Di Renjie suddenly asked, "You just said that someone reported to the official and said that Fan Qixin was murdered?"

"Yes, Master, Lord Fa Cao and another chief general Shen said so. The case has been reported to the Grand Governor's Office. However, in the past two days, the young man has gone out to inquire about it for a little, but he has not heard of any more movement in the government."

"Yes." Di Renjie nodded and waved, "I didn't let you go, I'm in a hurry to let you go. Come and see this."

Di Chun hurried back to Di Renjie's desk, and saw a piece of air-dried and dirty pineapple cake on the desk. Nahan said, "Master, isn't this our specialty pineapple cake in Bingzhou? If you want to eat this, I'll ask someone to buy it in the East Market immediately. It can be made in the kitchen, but you have to wait for dinner to get it, and you can't eat it in front of you."

Di Renjie heard him say something and couldn't help laughing: "You little boy, you are much more eloquent when you talk about it. I'm not going to eat this, I'm asking you to help me see if there is anything special about this piece of Pengyan cake?"

Di Chun looked at the dirty cake for a long time and said, "I can't see anything special... It's just, well, the color of this cake doesn't seem to be right."

"Color? If this cake is dyed with soil, it will naturally become darker and gray."

"Master, it's not black and gray. Pengyan cakes are made of high-quality white flour, and they should be snow-white. Even if they are dyed with mud, they shouldn't be this brown?"

Di Renjie felt it was reasonable and hurriedly looked at it carefully. Sure enough, the face of the cake was not pure white, but light brown. He gently broke off a corner from the cake, and it was also light brown inside. Di Renjie nodded and said, "This brown color is not dyed, but other things are mixed in this side, so there is such a color."

He stood up and said to Di Chun, "Di Chun, you can keep this cake properly, this may be an important evidence."

"Yes, Master."

"Okay, it's getting late. Please help me change my clothes, I'll go to the back hall to see my wife now."
Chapter completed!