The eldest married as a merchant's wife

Chapter 334 The old love (1)
The two came out of the palace, and in the evening, they prepared generous gifts and sent them to Old Prince Chunji's mansion.Naturally, there is no reception. Officials and businessmen from all over the world want to curry favor with the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. If you send things in, if they are willing to accept them, that is to give you face.Make a note in the account, "Fucheng Geng's family gave the old man two ginseng, one fox fur jacket, and twelve pieces of Jiangnan embroidery..." When the head of the family checks the account at the end of the month and sees it, your etiquette will be considered comprehensive.

Another copy was sent to Prince Duan's Mansion.Duo Gan stayed in the palace and did not return. The housekeeper, because he had received Lao Tong's instructions beforehand, knew that a son surnamed Geng would come to visit someday, so he kept the gift.

The sun rises and the sun sets, and the days are fleeting.

The seasons of May gradually lengthened the days and shortened the nights, and it was already clear as soon as Maoshi passed. The old watchman knocking on the clapper yawned and went home to sleep.

The noodle shop next to the inn is always doing better business than other places. Xiao Er wears a white face towel on his shoulders, and the table is already full without having to go out to attract customers.Order two bowls of noodles and ask for a plate of fried cakes. The crispy yellow and crispy ones only whet your appetite.Just as he was about to pick up his chopsticks, the boy from the inn ran in with a letter: "Boss Geng, I sent you an urgent letter from the south!"

I have never run a business outside, and neither my mother nor my sister-in-law have ever sent me a letter to disturb me.Geng Wu frowned slightly, took the letter from the clerk, and tipped him a few small coins, the clerk bowed and said goodbye.

Dazhang was so hungry that he devoured it, and said as he ate, "I've only been out for less than half a month, maybe my sister-in-law gave birth, right? Open it and see if it's a girl or a boy!"

The font on the kraft paper envelope is beautiful, and the writing is light. Seeing the three words "Fu Qin Qi" in the lower left corner, Geng Wu's delicate thin lips can't help but draw a smile—I met that awkward girl when I was 12 years old, but now it's the second one. to her handwriting.

When was the first time?
Ziqing led 14-year-old Guan Changhe, and led her [-]-year-old to the store to sell mountain products.She wears a small pair of maids, her face is clean, and her eyes seem to be watery, delicate and tender.He obviously didn't want to see her, but he couldn't control his heart, and for some reason, he hated hearing her talk to other boys.Looking at her coldly, the young master looked arrogant.She should have been annoyed at him too, one day when she entered the store, she threw a small ball of paper at him.After throwing it away, he seemed to regret it, afraid of being picked up by him, and afraid of being picked up by others without seeing him, so he stood beside Ziqing and pretended to be cute.

Fool, he had already seen it.

The boy Geng Wu was dressed in a jade white silk dress, he was elegant and elegant, with a smile in his long and narrow eyes, but he would not bend over to pick up the letter in front of her. At the age of 12, he already had no idea how many love letters he had received from girls of the same age. He didn't care what poetry a seven-year-old girl could write.With an indifferent expression, he pretended not to see that the kick went to the backyard.

Seeing her pouted in frustration and angrily, but still not daring to attack, I felt very unhappy.After being patient for a while, I just quietly went to the yard to pick it up. There were only two short lines on the paper: "I only go to your store every five days. You can count the time and don't come. You don't hate each other."

She could write well at the age of seven.

Don't you hate each other? ...Damn it, she actually hates him.The boy rubbed the ball of paper into the basket, walked away two steps with a flick of his sleeves, and finally came back awkwardly to pick it up.When I got home, I climbed to the top of the bookshelf, flattened it and put it in ancient books.The next time Ziqing brought Guan Changhe to the store again, he would still stand at the counter contemptuously and make eye contact with her, preferring to just ignore her, watching her hate him to death with her small mouth in her mouth.

...told her to hate him.

(End of this chapter)