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Chapter 21 giggle, laugh at a fool
"Cough!" Yan Zheng choked back with a mouthful of saliva, his handsome face flushed, and his eyes were slightly rounded staring at the person in front of him.

Yan Wanwan turned her head, pursed the corners of her mouth and snickered, the hand held by him forcefully led him away.

The handsome and elegant Mr. Pianpian is a bit dumb at the moment.

Chunhe Academy is a government-run school in Chunhefang, and Yan Zheng is one of the teachers.

He used to be from Chunhefang, and later he went to other places with the merchant's father, and when he came back, he was already an adult.He is full of knowledge, but for some reason, he has no intention of obtaining fame. Instead, he is willing to be poor and becomes an ordinary teacher in the school.

When talking about a teacher, most people think of a half-century-old man with gray hair and beard who speaks a lot, but Mr. Yan from Chunhe Academy is a handsome young man with a magnificent appearance and a beautiful appearance.He is polite and courteous to others, and his smile is like the breeze and the moon, and the spring mountains are new. Even if he is a son of a noble family, no one will find it strange. From the day he came to Chunhefang, he has become a big girl in the workshop. The white moonlight in the eyes of the little daughters-in-law is a holy existence like a lotus flower that can only be seen from a distance and not played with.

As soon as the decree urging marriage was issued, the unmarried girls in the workshop became greedy, and they followed suit, looking for a matchmaker like moths to a flame, and asking their elders to come to Mr. Yan to ask for a marriage. Return in defeat.

I thought that Mr. Yan had high vision and looked down on ordinary girls like them who grew up in the market, but unexpectedly, it was rumored that he and Yan Wanwan of Chunzhi Pavilion were engaged.

This Yan Wanwan...is not too young anymore, a 20-year-old girl, an orphan girl with no father and no mother, no relatives and no reason, who runs the Spring Weaving Pavilion in public, even if she looks pretty, can she be eaten as a meal?How could she be that exception?
The girls of Chunhefang never wanted to believe it until they saw the marriage between Mr. Yan and Yan Wanwan was in full swing, and they had to go through three scriptures and six rituals in less than a month, prayed to heaven and earth, and entered the bridal chamber. , the girl's heart was broken.

And seeing the husband and wife shopping together again today, Mr. Yan was still very gentle and considerate towards Yan Wanwan, and the girl's heart, which was already broken into scum, broke even more thoroughly.

Speaking of it, she really took advantage of it.

Thinking of Yan Zhengmu's stunned look, Yan Wanwan held her chin and giggled.

"Laughed silly for a long time, how many stitches did you embroider?" Xiang Ye raised his hand, and patted her lightly and hard.

Yan Wanwan came to his senses, still smiling, "Who said I was smirking? It's obvious that I'm laughing at a fool."

Xiang Ye raised the end of her eyes and glanced at her, "It seems that you are quite satisfied with the groom." She didn't know that when she said the word "fool", she brought out some unspeakable lingering taste.

Xiang Ye has known her for three years, but he has never seen her like this.

She seems to be unrestrained, heartless, and very happy, but Xiang Ye knows that there are many things hidden in her heart, and she is open-minded about everything, but she has never taken it to heart.

"It's okay!" Yan Wanwan curled the corners of her lips, admitting it.Looking up at the sky outside the window, she stood up from the embroidery stand, turned around and entered the inner room, and when she came out after a while, she had already changed into a black robe.

Putting a piece of paper in the shape of a human figure prepared in advance, and adjusting the position with the help of changes in light and shadow, so that it was just reflected on the window with the shadow of Xiang Ye on the left and right, and then she turned her head and said to Xiang Ye , "I went."

Xiang Ye didn't raise her head, she was still immersed in her embroidery, and gave a low "um", "Be careful in everything."

The window moved softly, and a thin wind came in, but it was closed again after a short while. The room was silent, and Yan Wanwan was gone.

But outside the house, in the Spring Weaving Pavilion, people who occasionally pass by the embroidery room look at the two figures reflected in the window, and they can't help sighing, "When the business is good, it's a sad person. In the pavilion, the embroidery work of the shopkeeper and Mrs. Xiangye Well, most of the business is for them. Recently, most of the wedding dresses are embroidered by them by name. The requests are urgent, and it looks like we will have to stay up all night tonight.

There is no rain tonight, and the two huge wind lanterns in front of the government office are swaying in the night wind. A group of people quickly but silently gathers in front of the government office and gallops towards a certain direction in the city with consistent momentum. vast.

On a roof across the street from the government office, a figure crouched silently, wearing a black robe that seemed to blend in with the night. She had been here for a long time, but she was lying there motionless, as if she had become a silent figure on the roof. A piece of tile, a squatting beast on the roof.

Even though the group of mutes galloped past her feet until the dust and smoke disappeared without hearing the sound of hooves, she still didn't move.

In the Office of the Ministry of Hearing, the lights were still on in several duty rooms. In one of the duty rooms, two people were sitting opposite a table. There was a chessboard on the table, and the two were playing chess.

It's just that one of them was concentrating, while the other seemed a little absent-minded. When a slight "crack" sound reached his ears, he immediately looked sideways to look outside the house, but he didn't hear any movement, so he realized it later. After realizing it, it was just a flower bursting from the candlestick.

"There will probably be no movement tonight. Instead of sitting on pins and needles, you might as well just go to sleep." The masked man said while pulling the chess box opposite to him.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Just now the man was dressed in a dark suit, but the face under the mottled candlelight was clearly illuminated. It was Lu Heng. He shouted and stretched out his hand quickly to protect him. Live in your own chess box.

The man on the opposite side raised his black eyes under the mask, and glanced at him faintly, "You don't have the heart to play chess, I might as well play with myself, and save you from being distracted."

The light and peaceful tone was clearly taunting him, Lu Heng snorted, protecting the chess box, weighed a chess piece again, looked at it for a while, and then dropped it lightly.

"Are you sure that your plan will work, how can you be sure that there will be no movement tonight?"

"I can't be sure, it's just a guess." The man thought for a while, and followed suit.

"I think the prostitute in the flower shop clearly gave the thing to that person voluntarily, and, in order to protect that person, she killed herself, so the relationship between them is intriguing."

"That's why you hid the fact that the prostitute was dead and made such a situation? With all due respect, that person had already got what she wanted, and she was willing to leave at that time because she was sure that the prostitute would not Harmful, since that's the case, why should she take risks? Besides, didn't you say that person is a little smart? If she sees through this is a game, how can she be so stupid as to throw herself into the trap?" Lu Heng said.

"So, she will definitely not do anything tonight. As for whether she will come, if I only rely on that prostitute as bait, I can only bet on the friendship between them. People in the Jianghu value the most loyalty, and that prostitute Zi risked his life to protect her, and if that person had the heart, even if he knew it might be a mess, she might not stop coming."
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