He asked: "Mama, where is my big brother?"His aunt did not respond."I am here..."Outside the side yard, Xu Qi'an called out to him.After Xixuan New came over, he whispered: "Don't mention Fuxiang at home."Xixuan New scrutinized his older brother.
"Why not mention her?""No se trata de Fuxiang, sino de los ocho mil taels.
La tía está actuando como una "xiang ling" hoy;she keeps saying 'eight thousand taels,' muttering all day..."As he spoke, Xu Qi'an pinched his temples and looked slightly troubled.¿Quién es Xáng Líng Sǎo?...
Xixuan New wondered.
Then he lifted his chin with a calm voice: "I just wanted to tell my big brother.""What?" asked Xu Qi'an."Life and death are predestined;"No llores", le dijo Xu Erlang.You shouldn't comfort if you can't console...Xu Qi'an nodded, hmm-ed.Ya había enterrado los restos de Fuxiang.
Luego, tras rescatar a Zhong Li, enterró a Chu Caimei en un sitio con buena feng shui fuera de la ciudad.A veces, al azar escuché que Cao Caiwei mencionaba que desde que regresó de Jianshou, Yang Qianhuá se había vuelto obsesionado con contar historias.
Le contaba a todos su experiencia en Jianshou.Los discípulos del Observatorio Astronómico respondieron con grandes aclamaciones, alabando a Senior Discípilo Yang como sin igual en todo el mundo.Fang Qianhuan estaba muy feliz.Pero cuando la noticia de que había redimido a Fuxiang con ocho mil taels llegó al Observatorio Astral, Yang Qianhuan dejó de ser buena para contar historias.En estos días, las personas del Jiafangsi veían con frecuencia una silueta blanca aparecer y desaparecer.......Después de la cena, Xu Qi'an tocó la puerta de su hermano pequeño y dijo: "Escribe los registros del emperador fallecido que te pedí que recordaras."Xixuan New, who had drunk a calming herbal tea and was about to rest, pushed back.
"Let me record more first.""No, if you write too much, you'll start filtering out details you think are unimportant," Xu Qi'an said unhappily."What's the problem with that?"Xu'ěr lán argumentó.""It is I who decide what matters, not you," said Xu Qi'an as he walked to the desk, laid out his writing materials, and urged: "Come over quickly.
I'll grind ink for you personally."Xixuan New had no choice but to sit by the table and write.
He had read many records of the late emperor recently and memorized them.If he wrote a few days later, he would indeed delete some parts that seemed meaningless, otherwise, the workload would be too great.But writing now, he could record everything exactly as remembered.Half an hour later, Xu Qi'an put down his brush, gently shook his hand, and pushed the scrolls to his older brother.
"Done."