River Tuluo Xian

Chapter 222
If it is Qingshuang who plays the piano well and has a good reputation, that's why people came to her door.

At this time, she squatted down, picked up the invitation, looked at it twice, and finally put it away.

He Xiang couldn't help but said: "These officials are really domineering."

Jiang Ling said: "Miss Qingshuang, if you don't go, what will happen to his so-called conceited consequences?"

Qingshuang said: "As the saying goes, people don't fight with officials. Since they are invited, they must go. If they don't go, then they will not have a peaceful life in the future."

She slowly talked about a past story. She was also a certain oiran who was a master of calligraphy and painting. She was spotted by a senior official in the court and wanted to invite her to taste calligraphy. The purpose was to possess her.

The oiran refused at that time, and after refusing, not long after, the oiran was sent to prison for a song.

In the end, it is said that he died within a few days in prison.

Jiang Ling: "Prison for a song?"

Qingshuang nodded: "There is a sentence in that song [Jing Hao, Meng Hao, Jia Ren Hao], and the current Holy One is named [Jing Hao], this [Jing Hao] is said to allude to [Jing Hao]. It is an offense Your Majesty, there is no forgiveness for sin."

Isn't this a different kind of literal prison?
But in turn, it also reflects the iron law that the people cannot fight the officials.

Qingshuang said again: "Of course, not all occasions are bad. In some occasions, if you sincerely invite charity performances, it will also improve the reputation of the oiran. But..."

She didn't say what was said later, but Jiang Ling could understand that it was probably a serious occasion, which should be quite rare.

Jiang Ling: "If Miss Qingshuang doesn't want to go, maybe I can help you find a way."

Qingshuang smiled softly and shook her head gently: "Master, Qingshuang appreciates your kindness. It's just that you may be able to help this time, but next time, next time, there will be times when you will not be able to help. Qingshuang is now independent , It is also time to learn to face everything that will happen.”

There was still some atmosphere in the meal, but when a few policemen disturbed it, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

After hastily finishing his meal, Jiang Ling left here with the fragrance of lotus.

When going out, he ran into the Sun's mother and son again.

It seems that they picked a lot of vegetables from the vegetable field and sent them to Qingshuang.

When they met Jiangling on the road, Aunt Sun deliberately pulled Sun Dazhuang to make way for him.

But Sun Dazhuang was very unhappy,
When Jiang Ling and He Xiang were far away, he went to the gate of Qingshuang Courtyard with some vegetables and called her out, asking her: "Qingshuang, that man, is he here to be rude to you again?"

Qingshuang: "Brother Zhuang, don't think about it. Mr. Jiang is a doctor. He came here that night to treat his illness. Don't misunderstand him."

"How can a doctor take advantage of the night to slander and sneak around? He is handsome, but he may not be a good person in his bones." Sun Dazhuang has a problem with Jiangling anyway.

What annoys him the most is that he has reported to the government when he went to the government, but this person is as his mother said, with such a strong background that even the government will not care about him?

The more so, the more he disliked Jiangling.

Qingshuang: "Don't say that, Big Brother, Mr. Jiang is Qingshuang's lifesaver after all."

Sun Dazhuang: "Qingshuang, don't be fooled by him."

Qingshuang smiled wryly, so she had to change the subject: "Brother Zhuang and Aunt Sun are here, are there something wrong?"

Sun Dazhuang immediately picked up a basket, handed it to her from outside the fence, and smiled honestly: "I picked yams, and I'll send you some."

Qingshuang: "Thank you."

Take the basket, a big basket full.

This dish is already available, but Qingshuang couldn't help sighing secretly when she thought that the stove could not even be heated at noon today.

Living alone is really not as easy as imagined.

Sun Dazhuang scratched his head, had nothing to say, and left nervously.

Aunt Sun witnessed her son's performance from behind. After returning home, she said, "My son, since you like Qingshuang, you should talk to her more often."

Sun Dazhuang just smiled innocently: "I... I don't know what to say."

"It's better to say anything, it's better than not saying anything. Just now you only said two or three words to her, and you were so nervous. This is not going to please girls."

"Mother, tell me, how can I please a girl?"

"Qingshuang is coming back to live now. It can be seen that she has also made up her mind to live in peace. If you want to marry her, it is not impossible."

"Mom, what should I do?"

Aunt Sun smiled and said: "According to the experience of being a mother, girls always like gifts. You can find a gift that can represent your heart and give it to her, and see her reaction. If she accepts it happily, or It means that I accept you in my heart, otherwise, don't think too much about it."

Sun Dazhuang scratched his head: "I just gave away yams."

Aunt Sun couldn't help but patted him: "Your elm head, can yam be called a gift? I'm talking about jewelry or rouge for a girl's home. Those are the things that can represent the heart."

Sun Dazhuang's eyes lit up: "Mom, I understand."

During application,
Qingshuang washed and dressed, and went out with an old piano in her arms, heading to Honglu Temple.

Passing by the door of Jiangling's house, he saw Jiangling sitting by the river meditating.

She greeted softly,

Jiang Ling looked at her and asked her, "Go so early?"

Qingshuang nodded: "You can only go early, not late, if you are late, you will be blamed."

Jiang Ling: "Then when can I come back?"

Qingshuang shook her head, it was not up to her to decide when she would come back.

And the banquet starts at You hour, and by the time the performance is over, there may be a curfew outside.

Jiang Ling: "Then, do you want me to accompany you?"

The sudden proposal was because Jiang Ling wanted to see what it was like to entertain foreign guests in ancient times.

Qingshuang's heart skipped a beat when she heard it, and without even thinking about it, she replied by accident, "Okay."

She went to the banquet alone, if she said she wasn't afraid, it would be a lie.

It would be better to have someone to accompany you.

After the words came out, she soon realized that something was wrong.

Not everyone can enter Honglu Temple.

There was only one invitation card, if Jiang Ling sent her there, he probably wouldn't be able to wait for her to come out.

Just as he was about to decline his kindness, Jiang Ling had already stood up, and called out to the yard, telling He Xiang to look after the house by himself, he wanted to go out for a while.

After a few steps, she came to Qingshuang: "Let's go?"

Qingshuang looked at him, and suddenly felt shy: "Mr. Jiang, why don't you...let's forget it."

Jiang Ling: "Forget it? Then if you come back after dark, it's hard to say what you will encounter on the road."

Qingshuang was slightly stunned: "Young Master, what do you mean?"

Jiang Ling stroked his chin and said, "Yesterday I saw an old woman burning paper money under a tree. I asked her why she burned paper money under a tree. She said it was to see off a guest. What kind of guest do you think she sent?"

Qingshuang thought for a while, and her little face soon became tense: "Young master is really bad, don't scare Qingshuang."

Jiang Ling smiled, and went on his own way: "Cat girls, let's go quickly."

Qingshuang hurriedly hugged Qin to follow, and couldn't help but touch her cheek with her hand. Before going out, she made sure to look in the mirror. There should be no "whiskers" on her face: "I'm not called a cat girl."

Although his tone was resentful, but in his heart, he suddenly felt at ease.

(End of this chapter)