Second-hand lady

Chapter 103

Chongde 20 years, autumn.

In the long streets of the capital, there are people coming and going, bustling, filled with the voices of various small vendors hawking, exuding a strong atmosphere of the market.

A group of teenagers wearing uniform blue long gowns, wide robes with large sleeves, and kerchiefs on their heads walked through the long street together. Looking at their attire, one could tell that they were students of the academy.They have the elegant and scholarly air that is unique to scholars, all of them have delicate features and gentle manners. Looking at them from a distance, they look like a picture of youth and beauty, and the girls passing by the road can't help but blush.

Among the scholars, the young man who was surrounded and walked in the middle was the most eye-catching. His delicate facial features were exquisite and picturesque, and his pair of red and phoenix eyes were especially energetic. When he raised them slightly, there was a sharp look in his elegance.The beautiful rosy lips are slightly raised, and the just-right smile gives people a perfect feeling. Under the sun, the jade-colored skin has no blemishes, as if it is about to shine.

Such a young man, not to mention rare in the market, even those well-informed merchants from the north and the south are almost stunned.

However, no one saw that the moment the young man lowered his eyes, the boredom of this overly lively street slipped away, but the classmates beside him rarely came to this kind of place, and they were all full of enthusiasm. Comment and talk.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise not far away, and then the crowd began to crowd, pushing and shoving as if something happened. How could this group of weak scholars stand the push and push of people like this? Feeling overwhelmed, it was the book boys behind them who saw this and cleverly pulled their respective masters to the arbor in front of the shop next to them.

At this time, people could also see clearly what happened. A man hurriedly ran ahead with a purse in his hand, and a faint voice of "catch the thief" sounded from behind.Although the passers-by heard it, they couldn't react for a while. The thief had already run away.

The thief nimbly shuttled through the crowd, but the yamen servants who were chasing after him had nothing to do with him. Seeing that the thief was about to rush into one of the alleys, some people who were familiar with those alleys made it easy for the thief to escape, exclaimed. If you let the thief run in, you can't catch him.When everyone was nervous, the thief who ran to the alley was attacked by something, his legs knelt down, and he fell to the ground. After a closer look, it turned out that the thief was attacked by two oranges.

"Why are you running away?! Stealing is shameful, do you know that? You still haven't handed over the things?"

A clear voice sounded, the voice was clean, it belonged to the male and female timbre of a young man.At this time, a young boy holding a bag of fresh oranges walked over from the crowd, and stepped on the thief's hand that was holding the purse tightly. The thief's face was distorted in pain, and he let go of the purse.

Look at this young boy, in his early ten years old, a little short in stature, thin in stature, luxurious and splendid in brocade clothes, with ordinary facial features, but a pair of eyes are extremely beautiful, dark and lively, when he smiles, it seems that the bright sunshine has shattered all over the ground, his eyebrows Looking around for a while, the whole person comes alive. After watching it for a long time, there is an indescribable charm, which is very enjoyable.

The thief took advantage of the young man bending over to pick up his purse and quickly got up and was about to run away. However, after running a few steps, another orange hit his head with great precision. The volley landed right in front of the thief, and hit the thief's abdomen with his elbow. When he bent over in pain, he raised his foot and kicked his calf. Can't get up.

Those scholars saw the young boy's attack very cleanly and neatly, they were extremely admired, they all applauded and praised, only the handsome young man frowned slightly, his eyes were full of displeasure.

The yamen servants at the back came soon, and the two yamen servants obviously knew him. When they saw the young boy, they smiled and greeted him one after another. At the same time, they tied up the thief on the ground. The returned purse was handed over to the yamen servants together, and asked them to return it to the owner.

"Thank you very much, this time thanks to Mr. Wen again."

The little boy waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's nothing. If you meet me, just treat it as a road bump." Then he took out two big oranges from the cloth bag in his arms and stuffed them, saying: "The weather is still hot." Look, you have worked hard on patrol, and I will quench your thirst for you. I bought this after squatting for a long time, and I don’t usually give it away!”

What he said made the two yamen servants laugh, and their hearts were a little bit ironic. It can be seen that the young man has inadvertently bought people's hearts.The two yamen servants repeatedly thanked the young boy for his generosity, and then they left.

The passers-by on the side of the road saw that nothing was wrong, and all dispersed. The boy walked over slowly with the bag of fresh oranges in his arms.

"Little Junior Brother!"

A deep voice sounded, and there was no ups and downs in the voice to hear the master's patience.The scholar in front of the shop looked at the boy who suddenly called out in amazement, and then moved his eyes to the little boy who was walking leisurely from the entrance of the alley.

The young boy intuitively looked at them, and when he saw them, a very sunny smile appeared on his face, as if the sun was about to fade.But the boy jumped up happily and shouted: "Fox!"

Fox, vixen? !
The people present frowned, and then mechanically looked at the boy whom the boy called "fox spirit", but saw that boy's red phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, feeling——does he really look like a fox?

"What are you doing here?" Xiang Qingchun asked patiently, completely ignoring that painful title.

Xiang Qingchun is already a slender young man, although his facial features are very beautiful, but his actions add a bit of masculine charm, making it impossible to treat him as a woman.In comparison, the 13-year-old Wen Yanping was short and thin. He looked like a boy in his early teens. Standing in front of Xiang Qingchun, he could barely reach the height of his chest. He looked like a child at all. .

"Catch a thief, didn't you see that?" Wen Yanping said very briskly, then glanced at those scholars, grinned, and greeted them, not feeling cramped because most of them were juren.

Although this young man was a little ordinary, he was very charming, and his smile was bright and cheerful, which made people feel good about him, and the scholars returned their gifts one after another.Then I remembered that Xiang Qingchun had just called this young man "little junior brother". Could it be... the son of the famous grand master Wen Liang Wen Zixiu?
The scholars were excited, they all looked at the young man with bright eyes, stepped forward to chat with him, completely ignoring that the other party was still young, and his words were very straightforward, it seemed that he was not very educated.

Only Xiang Qingchun watched coldly, greeted those classmates, and directly pulled Wen Yanping away.

Wen Yanping shook off his hand, and said dissatisfiedly: "Fox, why are you so nervous? I don't know why."

"Who is baffled, but I remember that you should be grounded in the mansion by the teacher this month." With a sneer, he said again: "You ran out without even taking the guards with you. What do you think you can do as a child? Teacher, don't you?" I hope you hang out in the market, where good and evil are mixed, and there are all kinds of people, it is not something you, a child, can go there."

Wen Yanping's face was stiff and his eyes were erratic. He just didn't dare to look at the young man in front of him. Finally, when he couldn't hold on anymore, he pulled his clothes and whispered: "Vox, I sneaked out. Don't tell me. My father...and I am very powerful, those thieves are no match for me. Now, vixen, I will give you my favorite orange, you are not allowed to sue."

An orange was stuffed into his hand, and Xiang Qingchun couldn't help being a little bit dumbfounded, squinting at the young boy's pleading face, even those beautiful eyes were full of pleading, which was a bit different from the usual flying look, it is undeniable , that look of looking forward to the gods is the most moving, the moment is wonderful and vivid, even a person who is picky about his appearance is a bit absent-minded.

"It's okay not to tell the teacher, but... if you are disobedient, I'll tell the teacher about your sneaking away immediately!" Holding her back again, Xiang Qingchun was in a great mood.

"Am I obedient?"

Only then did Xiang Qingchun let her go with satisfaction.

The corner of Wen Yanping's mouth twitched, counting the vixen's tricks over the years, and found that he was able to defeat him in force, but he was always tricked by him. He really was a scheming vixen!

Xiang Qingchun decided to send her back to Wen's residence, so that this disobedient junior brother would not run around again.On the way, Xiang Qingchun asked: "Why did you run out today? By the way, what bad things did you do to ground your father?"

Hearing this, Wen Yanping's body stiffened again, and he quietly retracted his hands into his sleeves.Xiang Qingchun was as careful as a hair, why didn't he notice her little movement, pulled her hand over, saw the wound on her finger, couldn't help being startled, and asked: "What's wrong with your hand?"

As he said that, he changed his route and dragged her to the hospital to get medicine first.

Wen Yanping felt a little uncomfortable, and refused to speak vaguely, but his heart was full of grief and indignation: Is she going to tell the vixen that her feet are not grounded these days, but that she is locked at home to learn how to become a female star?Thinking of her as a masculine man, isn't it ridiculous to learn such things?And she may not really have talent, ordinary sewing is fine, but when embroidering pictures with an embroidery frame, she will always get a hand injury...

When we arrived at the Huichun Medical Center, the doctor sitting in the hall was a regular visitor to Wen's residence, so he knew Wen Yanping, and seeing her coming in with a handsome young man, he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Doctor, his hand is injured." Xiang Qingchun grabbed Wen Yanping's injured hand in front of the doctor.

Dr. Chen looked at Xiang Qingchun, who had a normal face, and looked at someone who was not conscious at all, guessing that this young man probably didn't know the truth, so he naturally took the little girl's paw and handed it to him. Come in front of him——by the way, if he didn't often feel the pulse of this little girl and recuperate her body, looking at her dress and her spirit, I would probably think that this is a boy full of vigor.

Xiang Qingchun noticed Doctor Chen's strange gaze, and secretly examined himself, but found nothing strange. Then he looked at the young man sitting beside him with a listless head, and was a little surprised. What made her so spiritless?It's so weird.

Maybe it was to cheer her up, after taking the medicine, Xiang Qingchun took the initiative to bring up the topic she was most interested in, "Three days later, the emperor will hold an autumn hunt in Xishan, and all disciples in the capital can participate, aren't you Have you always thought about hunting in the Western Mountains? Teacher is one of the officials the emperor ordered to accompany you, and you should be able to follow."

However, who knows that the little girl was not happy because of this, but instead stared at him angrily and resentfully, making him inexplicable, feeling that his kindness was being treated as a waste of donkey liver, so he couldn't help being a little angry, and didn't bother to pay attention to her, and just carried her away Went to Huichun Medical Center.

"Father won't let me go..." Wen Yanping said wearily. Her father said that she is a girl, so she should just obediently embroider at home. She is 13 years old, and she still doesn't know how to embroider small flowers. It would be too embarrassing to say it out , at least let her practice until she can embroider a small flower before going out.

"Why?" Xiang Qingchun asked in surprise.

Wen Yanping fell silent.

When sending her to Wen's mansion, Wen Yanping did not go through the main entrance, but dragged Xiang Qingchun to the side entrance, and then did not knock on the door for someone to open, first threw the bag of oranges in his arms to the other side of the wall, and directly lifted her to the other side of the wall. Qi kicked off the wall and jumped to the top of the wall, then lay down on the top of the wall and smiled at him.

"Fox, you can go, bye."

The corners of Xiang Qingchun's eyes twitched, he couldn't blame her for being able to sneak out at will, she didn't even need the tools for committing crimes, and she was so powerful, he couldn't blame Wen Liang for arresting her, Master Wen really worked hard to have such a disobedient son.

"By the way, vixen, you promised me that you can't tell other people about my going out!"

Xiang Qingchun looked up at her lying on the wall leisurely, worried and angry, glared at her, turned and left.

Seeing him leave, Wen Yanping scratched his face, looked around, and then sneaked back to his room. Seeing the delicate embroidery frame in the room, he made a bitter face again.She couldn't help sighing in her heart, as expected, she was most suitable for holding a knife, a sword and a whip, instead of embroidering small flowers here aggrieved.

It would be great if I could go hunting in the Western Mountains.

Wen Yanping thought about it a little bit, but why did Father Mao refuse to agree?

Of course, when Wen Yanping was thinking about hunting in Xishan, Miss Rucui, who brought her child to the palace to meet the queen, got the emperor's order from the empress, and appointed the eldest son of the Wen family to accompany him to Xishan.

(End of this chapter)