After giving up Baiyueguang: I found that my husband had turned black

After hearing about the Taoyuan catastrophe, Zhang Zhihe was extremely worried at that time, but there was an elder and a younger one at home, so he couldn't come here regardless of his own safety.

Everything is stable now, but I always feel uneasy if I come here.

Ge Wenfu rubbed his hands, added some wine to Zhang Zhihe, and grabbed a handful of peanuts on the table, "I'm not as good as the capital. I don't have any good food or wine."

As for what Zhang Zhihe said, he just pretended that he didn't understand.

Zhang Zhihe took a sip of wine, his throat hurt a bit, and he sighed with a smile, "Master Ge is incorruptible."

Then he glanced left and right, lowered his voice and said with a smile, "I heard that there is a beautiful woman who has a deep love for you?"

Zhang Zhihe had heard that during the period when Ge Wenfu was ill, there was a girl who was fully clothed serving him. If a girl who has not yet left the court can do this, what is it if she doesn't like her?

Ge Wenfu picked up the wine glass and took a deep drink of his own. "Don't talk nonsense." Ge Wenfu also understood what Miss Qiao meant. She is a very good woman, but I just don't want to marry her.

As a man, he should be responsible. Qiao Sulan did this for herself. Even if it was to repay someone else's kindness, why not give her body to her? But I don't know why, when I think about Ge Wenfu like this, I feel uncomfortable all over, and I even feel that if I had known about this day, I would have died cleanly in the first place.

Seeing the embarrassment on Ge Wenfu's face, Zhang Zhihe seemed to have an idea, "If you don't like it, just make it clear."

If you like it, the long-term love between man and woman will be a blessing. If you don't like it, the marriage of repaying kindness will not be happy.

Steam rose from the stove, and Ge Wenfu lowered his head and peeled a peanut, "You're talking about me, isn't Mr. Zhang the same, abandoning his bright future?"

Logically speaking, with Zhang Zhihe's status, what kind of official position can he want but not get?

Mentioning this matter, Zhang Zhihe's eyes changed slightly. Yes, his status naturally allows him to sit in a higher position.

However, Zhang Zhihe couldn't be as mercenary as his father, couldn't be as scheming as his mother, and couldn't even calm down after guessing the truth of some things.

Mr. Zhang has always followed his instructions as scheduled, and he has come into contact with more and more truth about the court. Zhang Zhihe also knows some of it.

After drinking a glass of wine, he suppressed his pity for Ge Wenfu in his heart, with a smile on his face, as if he had not thought about it just now, "Now that I am living a wealthy life, I am also a relative of the emperor, so there is no need to make myself so tired. "

It’s okay, I’m drinking and writing poems, I’m so happy.

Besides, even if he does nothing great, if his son wants to become an official in the court, he will not be affected by him.

Their uncle will definitely make arrangements.

"You, as talented as you are, should share the burden of His Majesty." When mentioning His Majesty, Ge Wenfu's heart was full of admiration.

Zhang Zhihe moved his gaze outside the window, not daring to look at his bright and bright eyes. At this moment, snow started to fall, and Zhang Zhihe stood up and said, "First snow."

He raised his hand to invite Ge Wenfu to walk in the courtyard, write poems on the topic of poetry.

Soon, snow covered the two people's bodies. Looking at the white snow on Zhang Zhihe's head, Ge Wenfu suddenly remembered that he had seen a poem written in a storybook before, which was not a meaningful poem. It’s also considered a common death.”

I don’t know if there will be someone caught in the snow with me somewhere.

Thinking about it, I smiled a little. It was my extravagant hope to think about it. In my vast country, it doesn’t snow even in the places next to Dongping Mansion. How could there be such a deep fate?

Zhang Zhihe was really addicted to poetry. He was composing poems while drinking wine, blending in with the wind and snow. He seemed to see a sense of loyalty that only scholars would envy.

I don't know whether it was because Ge Wenfu drank too little, or because Zhang Zhihe was not very drunk. In short, Zhang Zhihe was unconscious, but Ge Wenfu was still awake.

After Zhang Zhihe was settled, Ge Wenfu went out alone.

The street was already white. When Ge Wenfu walked to the door of the embroidery workshop, Qiao Sulan was blocking the door, and it seemed that she had already asked the embroiderers to leave first. "Master Ge." Qiao Sulan stopped what she was doing. Although she was polite to Ge Wenfu, she didn't dare to look at Ge Wenfu.

During the previous plague, Qiao Sulan went to take care of Ge Wen's house regardless of her enthusiasm. After waiting for the incident to pass, the more Qiao Sulan thought about it, the more impulsive she felt. How should she meet people in the future?

"Miss Qiao, can I say a few words?" Ge Wenfu's voice was gentle, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a strong smell of alcohol came.

Qiao Sulan thought for a moment and nodded.

Although a man who drank alcohol was very dangerous, Qiao Sulan believed that he was a gentleman when it came to Ge Wenfu.

Originally, Qiao Sulan wanted to take Ge Wenfu to the inner courtyard, but Ge Wenfu refused and just stood in the shop. The neatly uncovered door panel stands aside, and anyone passing by the door can see what's going on inside.

Here, it is better protected from the wind than on the street.

"I checked the records of leaving the city. When Miss Qiao went out of the city to deliver news, she took a trail?" Ge Wenfu always remembers Yao's case.

If Qiao Sulan has some connections and doesn't have to go through the city gate when she leaves the city, then no one can notice what news she goes out to deliver.

Qiao Sulan's face was still a little red. After hearing Ge Wenfu's words, she was stunned for a moment and then sneered, "My eyes were so tired that day that I left the city by mistake. I can't remember the rest now. I really don’t understand what Master Ge means?”

After all, just because Qiao Sulan didn't have a fever didn't mean she wasn't sick.

Seeing the silence of Ge Wen's house, Qiao Sulan snorted, "I still say the same thing. If Mr. Ge thinks that I am guilty, just bring the evidence to lock me up. If not, Mr. Ge can only make sarcastic remarks."

When Qiao Sulan said this, Ge Wenfu fell silent.

After a moment, he raised his hands and saluted, "I haven't been here, thank you, Miss Qiao."

He opened his mouth, gritted his teeth and said today's purpose, "If Miss Qiao is not afraid of grievance, I will be willing to take responsibility."

There is no need to explain the so-called grievance too clearly. He did not have Qiao Sulan in his heart.

Qiao Sulan's eyes were shining with tears, but the corners of her lips were slightly curled up, "Why should I be wronged? Mr. Ge, please go back. Just think of me as a warm-hearted person who likes to do good things."

Seeing that Ge Wenfu was still standing still, Qiao Sulan suddenly raised her voice and said, "Master Ge, please leave!"

Waiting to drive the person away, Qiao Sulan stood at the door and watched infatuatedly, then smiled bitterly. It was rare for a gentleman like him to resort to tricks.

If he was sincere in his pursuit of marriage, Yao's matter would not be mentioned again.

After all, this case is really difficult to investigate.

However, he told the case first, making it clear that if the evidence was conclusive, he would still enforce the law impartially even if he married her.

It's better to just be an acquaintance, so as not to be disappointed when the time comes. Who is not a little proud? He has already taken ninety-nine steps towards him, but he is not willing to move a step, which shows that he has no self in his heart.

In fact, when he went to take care of Ge Wenfu, he was still suffering from fever and waited for his mind to clear up before he politely persuaded Qiao Sulan to leave. However, his words were not so decisive at first, which gave Qiao Sulan a little hope.

This snowfall was heavy, and the next day, everything you could see was white.