With the sound of birds singing in the distance, the sun came in through the window lattice, and the air was filled with an ancient fragrance.
"Wu Yue, where are you going?" The fat boy was sitting on the bedding, looking at it with an antique inkstone. Seeing Wu Yue was about to go out quickly, he hurriedly asked him.
"Go follow the matchmaker." Wu Yue replied.
"Hey, it's so inexplicable, what the hell is this? It actually came back to ancient times." The fat young man shrugged and was about to continue talking, but saw that Wu Yue had already gone out, he couldn't help but shook his head and hurriedly put down the inkstone and followed out.
"Hey hey, Wu Yue, now that we are here, let's take a good look at the Tang Dynasty. There must be a lot of fun things."
"This is Ahong's world, and it's not real." Wu Yue waved his hand at the fat boy: "Don't forget, there are only three minutes in that world."
When the fat boy heard this, he scratched his head and wanted to eat potato chips. Then he suddenly remembered that this was the Tang Dynasty, and he didn't even have potato chips. He just pouted, "Is it possible to follow along like this? ?"
Wu Yue shook his head, squinted at the figure of the matchmaker walking out of the courtyard, and suddenly sighed: "Anyway, since it's here, just follow this scene quickly. There is no time."
"Okay." The fat boy shrugged and said helplessly.
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The moonlight is clear, and the Qinghui shines on the roof ridge.
"Zhang Xianggong, is Zhang Xianggong here?" The matchmaker walked to Zhang Sheng's courtyard and buttoned the door.
Soon, the door opened, Zhang Shengzheng was sleepy and impatient, but when he saw the matchmaker, he was very surprised: "Sister Hong, you are..."
The matchmaker rolled her eyes and shook her veil: "Well, don't you want to see our lady?"
"Yes, yes." Zhang Sheng nodded hurriedly: "I want to meet, but it's a pity..."
"My lady is extremely distinguished." The matchmaker sullenly looked at Zhang Sheng's delicate face, raising her voice: "Is it something ordinary people can approach?"
"Yes, yes, it was Xiaosheng who was rash." Zhang Sheng hurriedly bowed his hands.
The matchmaker nodded and bowed when he saw his humble personality. No matter how much she tossed, the other party was actually very happy, but she was a good-tempered woman, so she would definitely be able to treat the young lady well in the future, so she had already promised a bit in her heart and coughed: "Well, my lady likes scholars the most. You can write a few poems and let my lady see if you don't use it."
Zhang Sheng was overjoyed when he heard this, because this is what he is best at, so he hurriedly said: "Sister Hong, don't worry, Xiaosheng will write this, and sister Hong will pass it down." Then he walked to the table, laid out his pen and ink, and started. write.
The matchmaker stood by the door and looked at this room. Because this is the free guest house of the temple, the decoration is very shabby. It is completely different from the luxurious monastery rented by the family. It is a 20-square-foot room, but a bed. , A table and chair, a lamp, that's all, but fortunately there are few people in the temple, so Zhang Sheng lived alone in this yard.
"Zhang Sheng, is there anyone in your family?" Seeing Zhang Shengfen's writing and writing, the matchmaker had no intention of embarrassment at all, so she couldn't help but ask.
"There is still an old mother at home." Zhang Sheng answered casually.
"Then if you marry a wife..." the matchmaker said tentatively.
Zhang Sheng seemed to have noticed something. He looked up at the matchmaker and said with a smile: "Xiaosheng's family is poor, and he has not married a wife. He originally planned to discuss his family after being awarded a Jinshi."
"Oh..." The matchmaker gave a long hungry, a pair of apricot eyes rolled around, seeming to want to ask something, but she didn't know why, and finally held back.
A gust of wind came over and it was a bit cold. The matchmaker avoided behind the door and looked back at Zhang Sheng's bed. Seeing that the bedding above was very old, it looked crude and rough, she couldn't help but shook her head.
"Sister Hong, please have a look." Zhang Sheng finished writing and handed over the poem.
The matchmaker also knew a few words following Yingying, looked down and saw that the handwriting was handsome, it was really good, and she nodded and said, "Then I'm going."
"Sister Hong, please be sure to hand it over to Miss." Zhang Sheng only nodded when he saw the matchmaker. He was very uneasy. He wanted to take out something to bribe the matchmaker, but he was from a poor family and couldn't take anything out, so he had to do well. Begged kindly.
The matchmaker naturally understood everything, she glanced at her mouth and flicked her veil.
Going out and bypassing a few lanes, it is the Zen courtyard rented by the Cui family. Because the Cui family is a wealthy family, the house is also very spacious. The matchmaker avoids people and walks into Yingying’s yard. See you Several urging girls were sweeping the floor, the sky was blue, and the flowers and plants in the yard were shining brightly, and the mood suddenly improved.
What are you afraid of
She thought that it would be good if she was born poor. If she is rich, she will naturally not marry a young lady. If she is poor, she will follow him. He is naturally willing. As long as the young lady can make money, how can he not survive? Speaking of it, you should take care of the dowry of the physiology lady at night and see how much money you can get.
Thinking of this, I entered the room and saw Cui Yingying sitting restlessly at the window looking into the distance. Seeing the matchmaker came in, she stood up and became embarrassed: "What's wrong? Matchmaker."
"You all go out." The matchmaker told the others.
Those girls were all gone out, the matchmaker hurried over and handed the poem up. Cui Yingying took the poem excitedly and glanced down. She was already feeling drunk. It was not easy to watch the matchmaker, so she stomped her feet shyly. Going to the dormitory to taste alone.
The matchmaker had never seen the young lady in such a mood, and she was a little overjoyed on her behalf, thinking of Zhang Sheng’s handsome appearance, she was indeed worthy of her. Naturally, her own idea was the best...
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"Hey, hey, so boring." The fat boy sat in front of the railing under the eaves of the corridor, holding his face, and yawning: "What kind of stuff is this, love, love, hooks, even no sex, boring. "
Wu Yue didn't answer, but stood intently under the eaves of the gallery, staring at Matchmaker's face.
If you have any clues, the relationship between this matchmaker and Yingying is very similar to the previous relationship between A Hong and Cui Cui in the previous world. The rich businessman, the daughter of the rich businessman’s nanny, had a very good relationship since childhood. Later...
But what does it have to do with the outside world
Wu Yue looked down at the tablet in his hand:
"Li Hong from the Economics Student Union: Diligent, motivated, cheerful, and diverse, working as a part-time foreman in a bar, one day my classmates were meeting in a warehouse bar, and meeting a male friend courting him, I don’t know why, suddenly went crazy, lighted the box while others were not prepared, and I set my own password and want to burn the people in the box alive. The fire truck has arrived, but because the door is specially made, it cannot be opened immediately. In order to save the seven or eight innocent lives inside, please ask Li Hong to tell the password as soon as possible."
"Remarks: In junior high school, this woman was weak, romantic and passionate. Because her parents did not allow her to fall in love early, she eloped with a boy named Zhang in the same class, and was later found back. After a miscarriage, she changed her name and started all over again. Her personality has changed drastically since then..."
Although the two worlds inside are connected, there is no connection between the outside world? and so…
What do these plots mean? When will a clue to the password appear
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"Yellow willow silk, misty flowers hang down. The sun is high in red makeup, leaning against the late spring. I would rather know the water, and the golden restraints."
"The mulberry 7 on the Yiyimo, and the south branch to the North Church. The beauty comes out of the golden ladder, and she carries the basket with her bare hands. Not only is she afraid of silkworms and hunger, but Yingyingjiao is beside the road.
Cui Yingying held these poems and read it over and over again all night. She is talented and naturally likes talented ones. With just a few poems, she has already secretly promised her, thinking about it several times, but she wants to see Zhang Sheng, but in the end her daughter's family is shy. , I'm sorry to bring it up, I can only hold back.
The matchmaker was also strange. Originally, she tried her best to ask the matchmaker to follow Zhang Sheng, but she refused to do anything after sending the poem. Everything was the same as before. After two days, Cui Yingying finally couldn't help it. Human time asked: "I read the poem, it's very good, I want to give Zhang Xianggong back to the poem."
The matchmaker laughed "pouch" when she heard this: "Miss, it's not that I said, you are too anxious, this life begs us, how can we be so proactive, we still have to hold him, let him wait for a long time Some are honorable."
When Cui Yingying heard this, she naturally had to endure, but she still secretly wrote several poems in response to prepare:
"When the moon is under the West Wing, the windward households are half open. The flowers and shadows move on the wall, suspected to be a jade person."
After three days, finally, the matchmaker said: "Miss, please give me the poem, and I will pass it to you."
Cui Yingying was overjoyed. She went back and took a stack of poems and gave it to the matchmaker. The matchmaker looked down at the poems and shook her head. Miss Xindao fell too quickly. Thinking about it this way, she also felt happy. The young lady sought a better way out. I heard that the lady seemed to be dissatisfied with the dowry of the nephew, and wanted to choose another family. However, no matter which one she chose, Zhang Sheng was not as good as her choice.
A serious scholar with a good personality and talent, if he can be a scholar, he will have a bright future. What's more important is the poor family situation. Although my lady's status is not good, she has some talents, but she can supplement him. This seems to have both ends.
Thinking of this, he went straight to Zhang Sheng with the poem draft.
After Zhang Sheng saw it, she was naturally overjoyed and hurriedly thanked the matchmaker. The matchmaker thought he had no reward and refused to wait. She was about to leave and suddenly heard Zhang Sheng said: "Sister Hong, can Miss Hong come to the humble house tonight?"
"Huh?" The matchmaker was startled: "Why do you ask that?"
Zhang Sheng was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and took out the poem written by Cui Yingying. The matchmaker looked down and saw the sentence "" written on it, frowning.
"Sister Hong?" Zhang Sheng asked cautiously.
The matchmaker didn't speak, and went away with her veil.
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"Is it about to fuck?" The fat boy followed Wu Yue, standing under Zhang Sheng's porch, and asked, poking his head.
Wu Yue shook his head and said, "We are here to find clues. You just want to see this."
"Who doesn't want to look at this? Just as serious as you." The fat young man grinned, he was about to say something, suddenly he thought of something, and shut his mouth again.
Wu Yue didn't pretend to be ignorant this time, but said indifferently: "I can't do anything about it."
"Okay, okay." The fat boy seemed to regret his failure, and he hurriedly pulled Wu Yue and said: "Or let's not follow the matchmaker, just wait here and watch it."
Wu Yue didn't bother to care about him, and quickly followed the matchmaker...
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"I didn't." Cui Yingying had just returned from Mrs. Cui's yard. Seeing the matchmaker asked, she desperately denied: "No, I didn't know how..." As she said, she lowered her head, almost ashamed to death.
This kind of thing made a girl question, it was really...
But that's all, since I was a child, I have a cowardly personality and such an identity, thanks to the good care of the matchmaker, so after all, the matchmaker is not like her own girl, but like her own sister.
"It's okay, but I have to ask." The matchmaker sighed and said: "I have to ask, why doesn't he ask his wife directly for marriage."
When Cui Yingying heard this, her eyes flashed extremely brightly. To know her identity, if she could marry someone like Zhang Sheng, it wouldn't be too good, but...
Can
Zhang Shenghe...
Cui Yingying put her hands together, just wanting to pray for the blessing of the Buddha, so that she can have a safe home...
however…
She was disappointed.
When the matchmaker came back in the evening, she frowned and said, "I've asked about this, but Zhang Sheng said that his mother is not here. If you want to get the consent of the elders, you can't deliver the letter at all. I'm getting sick soon, so..."
"It doesn't matter." Cui Yingying blurted out.
Then suddenly realized something, his face flushed.
The matchmaker groaned and thought it was feasible. If the young lady had an affair with Zhang Sheng, Zhang Shenglai would not be able to rely on it by then. Such a poor scholar, expecting the young lady to pay the money to rush the exam, forgive him. What tricks come.
"Can I go tonight?" At this point, Cui Yingying didn't care about being ashamed. She couldn't wait to see her sweetheart.
"Not yet, I have to take advantage of him." The matchmaker said in the end: "Miss, don't let her body lightly, so as not to let the other party misunderstand the frivolousness."
Cui Yingying was ashamed of what Cui Yingying said, and she had to lower her head.
Just a few days later, Zhang Sheng was about to get sick in a hurry, and the matchmaker nodded.
Cui Yingying was dressed up, like a bride ready to go, just waiting for a tryst with her sweetheart at night, but the matchmaker went there and said: "Miss tonight, don't let him lightly, lest he be despised by him, you still have to take it again and again. it is good."
Although Cui Yingying was unhappy, she heard the Hongniang say again: "Miss, if you really want him to marry you, you still have to take advantage of it."
Cui Yingying thought for a while and had to admit it.
So when I went to see Zhang Sheng at night, just when Zhang Sheng was so obsessed that he thought the gods had come, I suddenly saw Cui Yingying turn his face ""
Zhang Sheng was so frightened that she didn't dare to say a word, when she woke up, the beautiful lady had already gone.
"How am I doing?" Cui Yingying asked the matchmaker when she came back.
The matchmaker curled her lips: "Very well, just to toss him a few times to let him know that it is cherished."
Although Cui Yingying recognized the matchmaker's words, she couldn't help but miss Zhang Sheng, and Zhang Sheng's side, because of the fairy reprimand, was so sad that she was bedridden.
It was only on the third day that the matchmaker heard about this, and she felt a little regretful in her heart. She felt that she had done a little too much. She hurried over to visit and saw Zhang Sheng lying in her arms with a little novice monk standing next to him, giving him medicine. But within a few days of work, such a handsome person was so thin and out of shape.
It seems to be infatuated.
Seeing Zhang Sheng doing this, the matchmaker felt that Zhang Sheng was sincere to the young lady, so she waited for the little novice to leave and came in and said: "Zhang Xianggong, my lady is coming again, but you are like this, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient. Day, when you are ready, we will make an appointment again."
When Zhang Sheng heard this, he jumped up and was busy: "I'm fine, I'm not sick, I'm fine."
Seeing him like this, the matchmaker sneered and laughed.
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