0p0 Chapter 110 Li Jing's Harbor
Chapter 110 Li Jing's Harbor
Li Jing rolled her eyes at the man in front of her, "Do you like to make fun of other people's sad things?"
"I thought you were a nice person. Since I didn't ask your name last time, I wanted to come over and get to know you today. I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. Then we don't need to get to know each other."
As she said this, she turned around and prepared to leave, but her wrist was grabbed by the man.
Li Jing was frightened by the man's behavior and shook off his hand with force.
Seeing this, the man stopped trying to pull her back and said seriously, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have made fun of you for this."
Seeing that the man apologized sincerely, Li Jing didn't care anymore. "I won't bother with you today. What's your name?"
Seeing that Li Jing no longer cared, the man moved aside, curled his lips and chuckled, "Girl, are you ready to talk like this? There are many people and people will gossip. I am an unmarried man. If I talk to a beautiful girl like this at my doorstep, I am afraid it will be difficult to find a wife in the future if it gets out."
Li Jing turned her head to look left and right, and indeed, people passing by were looking at this side.
After thinking about it, Li Jing didn't refuse and walked into the yard.
After Li Jing walked in, the man closed the door to the yard.
"You haven't told me your name yet?"
"I am a lone boatman on the Qingfeng River. My name is Li Qingfeng. May I ask your name, young lady?"
"The word li in dawn and the word jing in green grass and trees are not related to any particular story. My parents just hope that I can grow well like the grass in the fields."
Li Qingfeng curled his lips and smiled softly, "The grass and trees at dawn grow towards the sun. It's beautiful! It suits you very well too."
Hearing this, Li Jing looked up at Li Qingfeng, only to see that he had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were somewhat hot.
Li Jing quickly looked away and sat down at the stone table. "It's just an ordinary name."
Li Qingfeng didn't say anything more, and sat down on another stone bench, staring at the half-packed thing in Li Jing's hand, and gently curled his lips, "Is this for me?"
Li Jing looked at the half-eaten sugar-roasted chestnuts in her hand, then looked at Li Qingfeng's expectant expression. She had no choice but to bite the bullet and put half a bag of chestnuts in front of him.
"Uh, for you."
Li Jing felt a little guilty. She had originally wanted to leave after asking the name, and had never expected to be sitting in the yard at this moment.
Li Qingfeng said nothing, chuckled, opened the paper package, picked up a chestnut, gently pinched it at the opening, and the brown and sweet chestnut flesh fell between Li Qingfeng's fingers.
Li Qingfeng's fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints, but Li Jing saw a layer of calluses at the base of his thumb.
This is the swordsman's hand.
Li Jing stared at Li Qingfeng and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know martial arts?"
"No." Li Qingfeng put the burnt chestnuts into his mouth and chewed them slowly.
"How did you get the calluses on your palms?" Li Jing stared at Li Qingfeng closely, not missing any subtle expression on his face.
Li Qingfeng chewed for a while, swallowed the chestnut, picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and said calmly, "I am a scholar, and I often help people write words on plaques. Writing is a grind."
Li Jing looked at him suspiciously, "Where can I get a brush that thick?"
Li Qingfeng heard the doubt in Li Jing's words, but he was not annoyed. Instead, he patiently explained, "The large plaques in the homes of princes and nobles require this kind of thick brush. I have one in my bedroom. Do you want to take a look?"
He looked back at Li Jing quietly, smiled faintly, and his face was full of indifference.
Li Jing retracted her inquiring gaze, "So that's how it is. I thought you were also a swordsman."
After hearing what Li Jing said, the man seemed to be curious, "Are you a swordsman?"
"Ah."
"What do you swordsmen usually do?"
"Fight and kill."
……
Hearing this, Li Qingfeng didn't say anything else and thought about something silently.
He must be afraid. How could an ordinary person not be afraid when hearing the word "murder"?
Li Jing stood up and prepared to walk towards the gate of the yard.
"It must be very hard for you as a girl."
Li Jing was slightly stunned, "Aren't you afraid?"
Li Qingfeng chuckled and said, "I often go to the homes of the noble families in the capital to write calligraphy, compose poems, and paint. I am used to it."
He looked at Li Jing and said sincerely, "I have seen a lot of people. After talking to you, I feel that you are not a bad person. We should be friends, right?"
Li Jing was touched when she heard this, and she said softly, "Yeah."
"To celebrate our friendship, I will cook some food today. Do you dare to try it?"
"What's wrong with that?"
So Li Qingfeng started to get busy.
First he asked Li Jing to help catch the chickens in the chicken coop, and then he asked Li Jing to buy some other wine and food.
Li Jing helped to light the fire while Li Qingfeng cooked.
With the cooperation of the two, a table of food was quickly prepared.
The two sat down on the stone bench. Li Qingfeng poured a glass of wine for each of them and then raised his glass, "Come on, let's celebrate becoming friends!"
Li Jing chuckled and raised her glass with him, then drank it in one gulp. After the burning sensation, there was the lingering fragrance of the daughter's red wine.
Perhaps it was because he hadn't drunk for too long, Li Jing coughed twice due to the spiciness of the wine.
Li Qingfeng put a chicken leg into Li Jing's bowl and said, "Eat a chicken leg to relieve the spiciness."
Li Jing picked up the chicken leg, took a bite, and while chewing, she felt something was not right, so she tried the other dishes again.
The taste is exactly the same as what his dead brother made!
"How can you make roast chicken that tastes like this!" Li Jing put down her chopsticks and looked at Li Qingfeng.
Li Jing loved sweets when she was a child. When her brother cooked, he often liked to add a little sugar to the dishes to make them sweet but not greasy.
Li Qingfeng looked at Li Jing in confusion, "What's wrong? Does it taste bad?"
Li Jing shook her head and asked anxiously, "Who did you learn to add sugar to dishes?"
Li Qingfeng explained, "I once traveled to a place near the sea east of Daning. People there add sugar to their dishes to enhance the flavor. What's wrong? Does it taste bad?"
Hearing this, Li Jing's eyes gradually dimmed, "No, it's delicious, very similar to what my brother makes."
Yes, now that she is dead, who will remember her taste?
Over the years, she has become accustomed to salty and sour meals.
"Come over when you have time in the future, and I'll cook for you." Li Qingfeng sat there quietly, looking at Li Jing.
Li Jing raised her eyes and looked at Li Qingfeng. There were too many coincidences and similarities.
"Who are you? If you say you didn't know me or my brother before, I will never believe you!"
Seeing her fierce look, Li Qingfeng knew he could no longer hide it, and said calmly, "Seven years ago, I met your brother Li Song in prison.
He told me about you, including your preferences, and asked me to come out and take care of you more."
“I looked for you after I got out, but unfortunately, I couldn’t find you.
Later I bought this place, thinking that if you were alive, you might come back!"
Li Jing was shocked when she heard this. Li Qingsong had actually met her brother, and her brother was still thinking about her before he died.
"Why didn't you tell me the last time I came?"
Facing Li Jing's questioning, Li Qingsong remained calm. He looked at Li Jing and chuckled, "I want to see when you will realize something is wrong and start asking questions."
During the meal, Li Jing had mixed feelings, both sad and happy.
Today, her brother seemed to have returned to her, and she seemed to have found a place to stop and rest.
In the mansion of Duke Dingguo, Su Heng stroked the coffin which had not been buried for many days, and he was furious!
"Where are my people?"
"My Lord, there is no one on the box, and everything inside was burned by a fire!"
Su Heng clenched his fist and smashed it hard, "Xiao Yu! I will make you die miserably!"