The trip for a few days was uneventful. Pei Qixuan occasionally makes me a little jealous. Fu Xiaohou also served more pies than usual. Only Mr. Su was obviously in a bad mood. He walked south and spoke less.
After driving for six or seven days, we crossed the Huaihe River. Finally, we succeeded, and we arrived at Huizhou, the first stop of the inspection.
The white walls and gray tiles, the eaves of the deep alleys, the horse-headed archways and walls, and the smell of ink can be seen in the cracks in the ground.
I lifted the car curtain to fan the cool breeze and shook my head in admiration: "It is indeed a good place." Pei Qixuan followed behind me: "It sounds like the prince is coming back." I took a small breath. Now that Pei Qixuan is in front of him, unlike Su Gongzi Fu Qingshu, he has to take it easy at all times.
Little Shun climbed down from the cart behind him, opened the window and whispered to me furtively: "Master, I have something to tell you."
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