I am engaged in construction in ancient times

Chapter 124

Chapter 124 Ink Application

The envelope in his hand was sealed very tightly. Xiao Yuhe had to tear it open with great effort. He looked up and found that everyone's eyes were on his hands.

The lively discussion in the hall had calmed down, and everyone was watching his movements in silence.

Xiao Yuhe lowered his head, and he was also very curious about what kind of book was inside? How could it be so thick? Why did he stuff the book into the envelope? He suddenly caught a glimpse of the folds on the envelope from the corner of his eye, and he suddenly thought of such a handicraft. Could it be that this thing was made by someone who couldn't make a lotus lantern?

Xiao Yuhe's smile in his heart became even stronger, and the force of his hands was involuntarily reduced. Without damaging the appearance of the envelope, he opened the envelope and took out the contents with his white fingers.

Everyone's eyes were more focused on him, and Zhang Lao's hand stroking his beard stopped unconsciously.

A stack of white letter paper was spread out in his hand. The thick pages looked like unbound book pages. Xiao Yuhe looked at the flying and dancing ink characters...

At the same time, everyone stretched their necks to look over here, waiting to see Mrs. Duan's reaction. Could it really be the lost Yun Hao Sutra? The hearts of these old men were in their throats.

The air became increasingly silent, and one could hear a pin drop. Qiu Ran, who was closest to Xiao Yuhe, could see the expression on his son's face most clearly. Qiu Ran had a smile on his face, but suddenly found that his son did not have the expected surprise. The son's fair cheeks suddenly floated with countless red clouds, burning as hot as the sunset glow by the river.

What was in the envelope?

Why did the son react like this?

Qiu Ran was full of suspicion.

Xiao Yuhe only took a glance, then slowly folded all the letter paper in his hand and stuffed it back into the envelope, then pretended to be calm and folded the envelope, trying to control his voice, and said in a calm and apologetic tone: "There is no medical book in it. I am usually naughty and like to read some messy novels. My husband knows that I like this, so he brought me some manuscripts. Do you know Yan Li?"

Xiao Yuhe tried his best to keep his tone steady, fearing that others would notice something unusual. Only his voice could be heard in the quiet hall.

Xiao Yuhe's voice seemed to break a barrier in the hall, and the slightly dull atmosphere became warm again. Zhang Lao said very tactfully: "I know, Master Yan, we have also heard his storytelling in the teahouse..."

"I have seen the plays he arranged..."

"Could it be that the manuscript in Madam Duan's hand is the sequel to the serialized story in Yangbao?"

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Various speculations and discussions were heard in the hall. Qiu Ran was wondering: the handwriting on the letter was obviously the general's, why did the young master say it was written by Mr. Yan Li.

Xiao Yuhe tried to make his expression look calm, but his skin was too white and too thin. He could feel that someone had burned an unextinguishable fire on his face.

Xiao Yuhe had to hold on for a while, and then he used the excuse that he was ill and asked Qiu Ran to entertain the famous doctors here, and he left with the "weird" envelope.

Returning to the room with the letter in his hand, Xiao Yuhe's shame and anger did not diminish at all. In this empty and quiet room where he was alone, a stream of shame and embarrassment surged over his head. He lay down on the bunk bed that could accommodate four or five people. After Duan Shubai left, this exclusive custom-made bunk bed was only bigger for him, and at this time, this bunk bed was magnified countless times. Xiao Yuhe wanted to find a crack to crawl into.