There is a wind coming from the south, flying into my arms.
The flower bone in the bosom was originally opened by a gentleman.
Qinse is difficult to accompany, and time urges people to come.
Those who vote for my papaya will be rewarded with Qiongju brand.
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Hearing this fresh witticism, a smile flashed across the girl's worried eyes.
Fan Xian looked at her with a smile, and said softly, "Do you still want to hide inside?"
The girl shook her head in shame.
At this moment, a voice looking for someone came from outside: "Miss, where have you been?" The woman in white's face darkened, knowing that she was leaving.
Fan Xian also knew that he must have come to look for her. Looking at her expression, he felt a sense of loss in his heart, as if he was afraid that after today's separation, he would never be able to find this girl again, so he asked anxiously, "Are you still coming tomorrow?" ?"
She shook her head with a gloomy expression.
"Are you a family member of that noble man in the main hall?" Fan Xian asked tentatively.
The woman thought for a while, smiled, and didn't answer him, but got out from the incense table and ran out like a gust of wind. Before leaving the temple gate, she looked back at Fan Xian and then at her hand. He stuck out his tongue cutely on the chicken leg he was holding, thinking that if his uncle saw this, he would definitely scold him again.
She rolled her eyes, ran back, handed the chicken leg to Fan Xian's hand, then smiled and waved her hand, and ran out of the temple gate like this.
never came back.
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Fan Xian half-kneeled on the futon in a daze, confirming that what he saw earlier was not an elf sent from heaven, looked down at the chicken leg in his hand, and giggled silly. He made a decision in his heart, no matter how much he dug the ground, he still wanted to find this woman in the capital. If the other party hasn't promised someone... No, even if I have a marriage contract with another family's filthy bastard, I will grab it!
When he walked out of the gate of the Qing Temple with the greasy chicken legs in his hand, he saw a convoy heading east from a distance, and he knew that the woman in white must be in that convoy.
The setting sun reflected the green trees on both sides of the road, making those leaves seem to be burning.
Subconsciously, Fan Xian picked up the chicken leg and gnawed it, and suddenly thought that the chicken leg was also passing by the girl's fragrant lips, and his heart burned.
"Chicken leg, chicken leg, let that girl eat it, you are the happiest chicken leg in the world."
With a smile on his face, he walked towards the center of the capital, and he didn't worry about finding the way back to Fan's mansion. He was very grateful to the kid who ate candied haws in his heart. And not far behind him, a blind man whom he should really be thankful for was holding a bamboo stick and submerging into the twilight.
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Gong Dian was not in such a good mood as Fan Xian. I went out to relax with the master today, but I didn't expect so many things to happen on the way. First, the boy who didn't know whose family was able to pass through the secret blockade of his guards and ran into the Qing Temple. Sneaking into the side hall under his eyes, I really don't know what those old nuns do for food.
But he has no place to get angry, because the master's face has been gloomy, and he seems very angry. It seems that there is something in the encrypted letter that makes him very unhappy.
"Gong Dian." The nobleman on the carriage shouted coldly. He has never liked sitting in a sedan chair. This is a habit he developed twenty years ago. "If Chen Pingping still refuses to come back, you can send a team to arrest him." return."
"Yes." Gong Dian took the order, but secretly complained in his heart, thinking who can handle this job well
Seeing that the carriage had become quiet, Gong Dian let out a sigh of relief and felt a little more relaxed. When he turned around and saw the dejected guards behind him, he was furious again. Previously, these guards were secretly hiding outside the Qing Temple, but they were all fainted by people, and they didn't even see who did it!
It was because of this that the young man could easily walk into the secret and heavily guarded Qing Temple.
Gong Dian frowned, thinking who could have the ability to faint eight rank five guards at the same time? This is already at the level of the four great masters! What if... the other party is an assassin? ... He was afraid for a while, and he didn't dare to continue to push forward, but he knew in his heart that after returning, a secret investigation was about to start.
The last carriage in the line is different from other carriages, the windows are decorated with elegant flowers. The girl in white who had looked awkwardly at Fan Xian in the Qing Temple before was leaning halfway on the seat, with a half-smile on her lips, as if she was still remembering something.
The maid at the side saw that the young lady was so happy, and felt relieved, and asked jokingly, "Miss, what good things happened today?"
The girl smiled slightly and said, "Every time I come out with my uncle, I'm very happy, at least it's much better than staying in that gloomy room."
The maid pouted and said: "But the imperial doctor said that Miss's disease cannot be blown."
As soon as she heard the word illness, the girl's expression became lonely and gloomy. Thinking of the beautiful young man she met earlier, she felt a little better. How many days have passed, can I meet that person, should this be happiness or sadness
She then thought of the rumor that involved her, and thought of the Fan family boy, although the mother objected, and the strange father seemed to object too, but... who can beat uncle? Thinking of this, her heart was full of sadness, her chest felt sweet, and she quickly pulled a white handkerchief to her lips.
After coughing a few times, the square handkerchief was already dotted with blood.
The servant girl panicked when she saw it, and said with a crying voice: "I vomited again, what should I do?"
The girl smiled faintly, recalling what the young man had said, and said with a soft smile: "What's the matter? Spit, spit, you will naturally get used to it."
The maid let out an ah, very shocked, didn't understand what it meant, thinking that the young lady was already sick and confused.
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At nightfall, Fan Xian returned to the Fan Mansion in a state of embarrassment. He secretly made up his mind that he must tie Teng Zijing around his waist when going out in the future.
At this time, Fan's house had already served dinner, and the four of them were waiting for him at the table. He was a little embarrassed, but Sinan Bo had no expression on his face, and Liu Shi also had a gentle smile on his face, without any bitterness.
After he explained a few words in a low voice, Fan Ruoruo laughed, thinking that his brother was too confused, even if he couldn't find his own carriage, it would be good to just hire a carriage from a garage. Fan Xian didn't think of the carriage shop at all, so he could only bear the ridicule of Fan Sizhe's kid with a wry smile.
After the meal, the family of four started playing the horse crane, enjoying themselves. Fan Sizhe, like a bookkeeper, watched from the side with an abacus to help everyone plan.
A trace of sadness flashed in Liu's eyes, but he suppressed the resentment towards his own son, and talked to Fan Xian with a smile.