The reborn abandoned woman reigns

Chapter 90
Duan Xirong put no expression on her face, packed up the things in front of her, got up and said, "I still have something to do today, and I will meet with the princess some other day."

"When is the next day? How will tomorrow be?" Changsun Jingrong grabbed Duan Xirong and said sincerely with his eyebrows curved.

"Sorry, there's something going on in the house recently, so I'm sorry to entertain you." Pulling on her sleeves, Duan Xirong just wanted to get rid of this woman's entanglement quickly, but she didn't want her eldest grandson Jingrong's hands to be so strong that she had to hold her hands together. tugging.But after a while, Changsun Jingrong suddenly let go of his hand, Duan Xirong was unprepared, staggered a few steps back, and the box in his hand fell to the ground.

And Duan Xirong, as if protecting an extremely precious treasure, hurriedly picked up the box, held it in his arms, and said with a pale face, "Sorry, I'm sorry!" Then he hurried out of the teahouse.

Looking at the slender figure from the back, Changsun Jingrong slowly narrowed his eyes.

Bi He picked out the sugar figurine, and was walking this way excitedly, just in time to see Duan Xirong running away in the wasteland, she was surprised at first, but when she wanted to say hello to him, he had already run away.

Suspiciously walking to the door of the teahouse, Bihe's face was full of doubts.

"How about it, is the sugar man delicious?"

The voice of eldest grandson Jingrong suddenly came from behind, startled Bihe, turned to look at eldest grandson Jingrong, and said: "Miss, did you see Miss Duan too? What's wrong with her, she seems to be lost Woolen cloth."

"Not only did I see it, but I also had a chat with her," Changsun Jingrong took a sugar figurine from Bihe's hand, put it in his mouth and bit it, and the sweet aroma permeated his mouth, making him praise involuntarily : "It tastes really good, it would be great if you sprinkle some sesame seeds on top."

After receiving the sugar figurine from grandson Jingrong and handing it back, Bi He felt like crying without tears, and murmured: "This is a sugar figurine, not a sesame candy!"

It was already noon when the group arrived at the silk and satin village, and Qiao Ruilin happened to go out to discuss business, so Changsun Jingrong asked the staff to prepare a simple lunch for everyone to eat.

When Qiao Ruilin came back, he happened to see the eldest grandson Jingrong, who was full of wine and food, sitting in the yard basking in the sun.The eldest grandson Jingrong is a very busy person, logically speaking, he has no time to bask in the sun here, this made Qiao Ruilin feel strange, thinking that something must happen today.

With half-closed eyes, Changsun Jingrong was sitting on the rocking chair drowsy. Hearing footsteps, he raised his eyebrows and looked at him, and said with a smile, "Are you back?"

Hearing the eldest grandson Jingrong's tone, Qiao Ruilin beat the drum in his heart, bowed to salute him, and then said: "I don't know if Miss is coming back today, I have neglected Miss, please make amends."

"They are all from our own family, so there are so many polite words." The eldest grandson Jingrong slowly sat up straight, pointing to the stone bench in front of him and said, "Besides, I came here today just to get some fabrics, and to see if there are any new designs. It's just a temporary idea. You have your own business to do, so how can you wait for me here all the time. "

Sitting on the stone bench, Qiao Ruilin said with a smile: "Then why don't you go to the restaurant to eat, the shop is full of simple food, I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

"Nonsense, I used to eat the food in the shop every day. Why didn't I like it? I ate an extra bowl today. If I can come every day, I will become a fat man in a short time. .”

Over there, the eldest grandson Jingrong covered his lips and smiled, feeling very unhappy. On the other hand, the anxious Qiao Ruilin couldn't bear it any longer. He looked at the eldest grandson Jingrong with a bitter face, and begged for mercy: "Miss, if you have anything to say, just let me know." Say it!"

"Actually, it's not a big deal." The eldest grandson Jingrong slowly rocked the rocking chair, staring at Qiao Ruilin with both eyes, and said softly, "Just now on the way here, I happened to meet Miss Duan, so I said a few words Her father just passed away, she must be feeling very uncomfortable now, if someone can accompany her for a while, she must be happier."

His expression tightened, and Qiao Ruilin lowered his eyes, making it difficult for people to see the change in his expression.

However, this kind of reaction made the eldest grandson Jingrong very satisfied, and immediately shook his head and sighed: "Hey, I don't know what kind of trouble she has encountered, and she will be used as a thing. It's really miserable to watch."

"As a thing?" Qiao Ruilin finally made a move. He looked up at his eldest grandson Jingrong with confusion in his eyes.

"That's right, even if Master Duan dies, the big Duan family won't be able to live on pawnbrokers, right? Ms. Duan is still stubborn, and she refuses to say why she wants the money. We are all friends. If you can help each other, you have to help each other, but in this situation, it is really impossible for people to start."

After hearing the words of grandson Jingrong, Qiao Ruilin suddenly frowned, and said uncertainly: "Could it be that she wants to redeem some of Master Duan's property?"

The eldest grandson Jingrong showed a look of suspicion, and asked: "What do you say about this?"

With a heavy tone in his voice, Qiao Ruilin said: "I just heard about it. The other masters of the Duan family are planning to sell most of Miss Duan San's family. Even split."

"What is this?" Changsun Jingrong said indignantly, "Master Duan earned those properties by himself, so why should they be distributed to outsiders?"

"Because those masters felt that the Duan family was able to have what they are today, and they did their best. Now that Master Duan is gone, no one can suppress them, so they tried every means to get some benefits back." Speaking of these, Qiao Ruilin also had a gloomy face. color.

His eyes slowly sank, and the eldest grandson Jingrong seemed to be thinking of himself, and said with a sympathetic expression, "If that's the case, then it's really difficult for Miss Duan. In family struggles, those who are helpless are women, and in the end they are willing The one who sacrificed her life to save her was a woman. I can't understand the confusion, pain, and slander, but fortunately, I have noble people to help me, and I have walked out of the most difficult situation. Ms. Duan's current situation is even worse than mine back then, if someone can help her share her worries, that would be great."

When he said this, the eldest grandson Jingrong kept looking at Qiao Ruilin, and when he saw the unbearable expression on the other side, he persuaded him: "Anyway, you have also been masters and servants. Although there were misunderstandings, you also It's all explained clearly. So, if you can help, please help, she is a woman, it is really not easy."

Qiao Ruilin kept staring at a pebble on the ground, his eyes changed a few times, and then he slowly raised his head to look at his grandson Jingrong, and asked, "Miss, what do you want to get from the Duan family this time?"

Gently shaking the rocking chair, the eldest grandson Jingrong looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and said in a soft tone, "I am a businessman, and I don't do business at a loss. But I am also an ordinary person. When I see my friends in trouble, I want to help them." A gang. But because of the incident last time, Ms. Duan rejected me very much, and she would not open up as much as before. Even if I wanted to help, I couldn't help. But you are different. Ms. Duan has feelings for you. If you intervene , it shouldn’t be too difficult.” Slowly stopping, Changsun Jingrong looked sideways at Qiao Ruilin, showed a gentle smile, and asked, “Tell me, is it a person who is used to calculating by himself, even if he occasionally wants to help you out of selflessness? Others will also be misunderstood?"

Qiao Ruilin hurriedly lowered his head, and said with guilt in his tone, "You shouldn't question Miss, please make amends."

"This is a private matter, it doesn't have to be like this," Changsun Jingrong stood up, patted the folds on his clothes, and said, "I've already told you the matter, so you can think about it yourself and see how to choose."

At the end of autumn, the weather in the capital has turned cooler, and the bleak autumn wind makes people wrap their clothes tightly, and people travel in a hurry.The sky has always been gloomy, which makes people feel depressed.

But Sima Xukong is in a good mood today, because today he doesn't have to go to the military department to participate in training, and he can have a good rest at the mansion.With such a good opportunity, Sima Xukong naturally wanted to go out with his eldest grandson Jingrong, so he arranged the itinerary early in the morning and waited for his eldest grandson Jingrong to nod his approval.

It's a pity that Changsun Jingrong lacked interest in Sima Xukong's various suggestions and looked lazy.

Sima Xukong tugged on the sleeve of his eldest grandson Jingrong unwillingly, and said: "Jingrong, I just had a day off after so much trouble, why don't I go out to play?" As he spoke, he blinked his eyes pitifully.

However, Changsun Jingrong turned a blind eye to such a situation, turned his head and continued to look at the book in his hand, and said, "Please look at the weather outside, the cloud is about to press down on the ground, maybe it will rain sometime, maybe What to visit."

"It may not rain at this time," Sima Xukong persuaded unwillingly, "And, we can go to the theater. It doesn't matter how much rain it rains outside inside the house."

"What's so good about those babbling things, you can fall asleep after reading them for a while," Changsun Jingrong flipped through the pages of the book and said, "But it's good, why does the Ministry of War take a rest?"

"It is said that it is necessary to renovate the hall, so let's rest for a day first. Oh Jingrong, don't change the subject. Since you don't like listening to operas, how about we listen to books at the teahouse?"

Reluctantly putting down the book in his hand, the eldest grandson Jingrong said to his boss Ma Xukong's eyes full of hope, "You don't listen to books when you watch plays, your pastime is really boring!"

After being told by the elder grandson Jingrong, Sima Xukong couldn't help saying annoyedly: "What does Jingrong want to do?"

Looking at the collection of poems in front of him, Changsun Jingrong raised his eyebrows and said, "Why don't we go to the Literati Poetry Club."

"Ah?" Sima Xukong's face collapsed immediately, and he said with a frown, "Why do you go to that kind of place? A group of literati gather together, and everyone will be sour. It's even more boring than listening to an opera!"

"Who said that?" Changsun Jingrong said with a smile, "It's also very interesting to watch those students argue fiercely. Maybe there, you can find aides and officials who will help you accomplish things in the future."

Seeing the smiling face of Changsun Jingrong, Sima Xukong's heart turned into a pool of spring water, he nodded silently, his eyes fixed on the smiling face, as if he wanted to engrave the beauty into his heart.

Seeing Sima Xukong getting closer, Changsun Jingrong raised his hand and poked him on the forehead, and said coldly: "I will go out in a quarter of an hour, if you can't do it, then you can rest at home today. "

"Isn't it just a quarter of an hour? There's more than enough time!" Sima Xukong backed up while gesticulating happily, but was tripped by the door and staggered.

Looking at that clumsy appearance, even knowing that Sima Xukong did it on purpose, Changsun Jingrong couldn't help laughing.

There are many literati and poetry clubs in the capital, but the most famous one is Shengyuetang.In Shengyue Hall, literati gathered here, either competing with each other, or talking high-spirited, and occasionally arguing about the affairs of the court, and the two sides cited classics and classics, arguing very lively.

Standing outside the door of Shengyue Hall, Changsun Jingrong and Sima Xukong hadn't entered the door when they heard what seemed to be arguing inside, louder than louder.

Frowning, Sima Xukong said impatiently: "Bao'er, go and see why it's so noisy inside?"

But just as Bao'er was about to go in, she was dragged back by her eldest grandson Jingrong.

Looking at Sima Xukong, Changsun Jingrong said: "It's normal for students to get together and talk about current affairs, so there's nothing to make a fuss about." After speaking, Changsun Jingrong walked in.

Shengyue Hall is divided into upper and lower floors. Normally, the first floor is a place for exchanges and discussions, and the second floor is for enjoying the elegant music of calligraphy and painting.But today's Shengyue Hall is a bit different. The first floor is full of people, standing in two rows, talking about something, and the crowd is passionate.The second floor was also full of people, looking down, making voices of admiration or disapproval from time to time.

The people in Shengyue Hall were all ordinary students, no one knew Changsun Jingrong and Sima Xukong, and the two were happy and quiet, so they found a remote corner to sit down and watch the bustle.This Shengyuetang is not like other poetry clubs, which impose various restrictions on people who come and go. Even ignorant women and children can come here to listen for a while, so the appearance of the eldest grandson Jingrong did not cause much commotion. The young man couldn't help blushing.

Because of the remote location, grandson Jingrong couldn't see what was going on in the center of the venue. He could only understand from the rebuttal voices that these people were debating whether Lian Xiuwen and Fang Taishi had rehabilitated the old case at the court that day.The students expressed their opinions, but people from each faction felt that they were right, and unknowingly, the voice of refutation became louder.

Rubbing his ears, Sima Xukong was very irritated and wanted to persuade Changsun Jingrong to leave here, but seeing her look full of interest, he couldn't help but feel his head hurt even more.

Leaning into Changsun Jingrong's ear, Sima Xukong said: "It's really boring here, let's go and listen to books, it's much more interesting than here!"

"Ah? What did you say?"

The noise outside was so loud that Sima Xukong had no choice but to raise his voice and shouted, "I said, let's go and listen to the books, it's much more interesting than here!"

But somehow it was such a coincidence that the students who were arguing fiercely fell silent for a moment, which made Sima Xukong's roar very obvious. Everyone turned their heads and looked at him strangely.

Among the students, the two leaders came over angrily, looked Sima Xukong up and down, and said with a sneer, "Hmph, it turns out that you are a powerful and powerful son, no wonder you say such a thing. Let's go, our poetry club." You are not welcome!"

Bearing the strange look in silence, Changsun Jingrong only felt his scalp go numb, and wanted to get up and leave secretly.But as soon as he left the seat, he was pushed back by Sima Xukong.Staring sideways at Sima Xukong, Changsun Jingrong said in a low voice: "He has already kicked him out, why are you still staying here?"

"Isn't anyone allowed to come here? Why do you want to drive people away? Is it because their comments are boring? Is there any reason for this? Is it true that in this poetry club, people don't tell the truth? What is this? The poetry club is still a den of bandits!"

"You..." There was an impatient bachelor whose face was flushed with anger, and he was about to charge forward with clenched fists, but was dragged back by his companions.Although the man was dragged away, he kept reprimanding him, saying, "A person like you only knows how to enjoy the glory and wealth, how can you know the important affairs of the country and the suffering of the people? This is not the place you should come, and you will not Understand our enthusiasm! Land rich man, go back wherever you want!"

Seeing that someone dared to reprimand Sima Xukong like this, Bao'er stood up filled with righteous indignation, glared at the scholar angrily, and said, "You ignorant scholar, do you know who you are talking about!?"

"Hmph, I know it without saying it, it must be a son of a rich family! I know that you have power and ability, so I put all of us here in prison, and also closed down this poetry club by the way. !"

"Do you think my master can't do it? Really..."

"Okay, are you tired of being serious with a group of lunatics?" Sima Xukong sat on a chair with a carefree expression and said with a smile, "Today I still want to listen to what is so clever about your so-called high-spirited talk." !"

The leading scholar seemed to see Sima Xukong's strangeness, and he didn't want to cause trouble, so he said: "Differences in Taoism do not conspire with each other, son, let's leave."

"That can't be done. My wife likes to hear you arguing. How could I miss it if I finally made a trip today?"

Hearing this, Changsun Jingrong just wanted to cover his face with his hands, thinking that Sima Xukong, you are a bastard, he is despised by others and dragged him, and see how he can deal with him when he returns home!
But no matter how she cleans it up, it will be a matter for the future. Now she just wants to solve this farce and get out of this poetry club smoothly.And the contemptuous and contemptuous eyes of those scholars made Changsun Jingrong feel uncomfortable all over, and the previously astonishing expression suddenly changed to the appearance of looking at an ignorant woman and child.Seeing that his plan was messed up by Sima Xukong, Changsun Jingrong couldn't help feeling anxious, and he couldn't get angry at the moment, so he could only put his hand on his forehead and didn't want to pay any attention to it.

The short-tempered scholar snorted coldly, and said contemptuously, "Sure enough, they are ignorant women and children who actually regard the poetry club as a place for storytelling!?"

"You are really right. This is not the place to listen to books. But the storyteller is much more interesting than yours. They are not noisy, but they can also speak vividly, which is very attractive! "

"That kind of thing that is created out of nothing can be compared with the great affairs of the country? You'd better not say too much, so as not to attract a laughing stock!"

(End of this chapter)