Clear and Muddy Loss of Love

Qi Yan returned to the study with the copied copy and two characters. When the shopkeeper saw Qi Yan, he hurried out from behind the counter and said: "Are you here? Please here."

The two came to a concealed cubicle. Qi Yan first handed the copied book together with the template to the shopkeeper: "The book has been copied. Please check with the old gentleman."

The shopkeeper casually turned a few pages, and nodded in satisfaction: "Old, let's go to check out the grand master."

"The old gentleman is slow, and the late student brings two pair of clumsy works this time, please look at it." Qi Yan took out a pair of paper rolls from the box cage.

Qi Yan first opened the small pair: "This is a small note that I wrote and felt when I was studying late. Please look at the old gentleman."

The shopkeeper's hands took it, and I saw only a few words on the white and black paper: Yu Xueting's heart was empty at night, the flowers were moved to a small threshold and the spring was red, the light shirt and short hat drunk. In addition to the old question of the color fan, in the new spectrum of Yanxiao of Yuxiao, spring breeze is everywhere.

The payment is-shepherd.

The shopkeeper muttered it twice, the more excited he said: "This ... is really a good word!"

"The old gentleman is overrated."

The shopkeeper raised his head and saw that Qi Yan changed his clothes today but was still patched, but his body was quite straight. Although I got a compliment, there was no faint feeling of pride.

When the shopkeeper was young, he missed three times and had to take over the study from his father. It is now nearly sixty years ago that Huajia not only could not write such a good handwriting of Wei Bei, but also such a wonderful word. The young man now has a status as a weaker than the weak crown, and his future is limitless.

Thinking of the dispenser's alignment, Yan Yan became more respectful. Qi Yan seemed to be unconscious and took out another scroll, and they unrolled the scroll together.

The second scroll is one foot long and about half a foot wide: "This ... is this?"

"The inscription of Jiucheng Gongquan Ming" was written in Jinzhou in late life. It is a treasure of Jinzhou. It stands under Chencang County. Its author is no longer available for examination. When he was young, he had to pay for a few years without forgetting it. A pair. "

Sure enough, the paragraph in the copybook impressively wrote: Shepherd and dweller was written in Jingjia for seven years.

Then the shopkeeper felt the contradiction, and asked, "Why don't you raise the seal?"

"It wasn't ready for the beginning of life."

"It's easy to handle. I have the best seal craftsmen in my study. I can leave the prints with the master and take them three days later."

"Thanks so much."

The shopkeeper smiled and cut to the topic: "I have an unforgiving invitation."

"Mr. Old, please."

"Let's take the word of Master Ren. After the seal is dropped, I will immediately mount it and hang it, and I will be able to sell it for a good price. As for this inscription, can it be given to the old man?

Twelve silver is a fortune for a poor scholar, but the price of a good calligraphy and painting is not available. However, "Shepherd" is unknown, how much can be sold is unknown.

Qi Yan smiled and replied, "Mr. Cheng won't give up."

The shopkeeper gave Qi Yan thirteen two silver and three hundred wen copper coins.

The extra three or two are the deposit for the first word. The two agreed to sell the word according to the thirty-seven points.

Qi Yan came out of the study but glimpsed a familiar figure standing on the side of the street, a person who gave her an unforgettable memory in her childhood—Wu Da.

When the mask ordered the Wu family brothers to send her back to the grassland, it was this man who told himself the bad news of the props department.

Wu Da confirmed that Qi Yan had seen him turn around and walked away, Qi Yan stepped towards Wu Da's disappearing alley.

Accidentally hit a person, the other exclaimed, sitting on the ground, Qi Yan glanced down and glanced: "Sorry." Then took another step.

Just then she felt her sleeves being pulled and had to stop.

"Why are you so rude? When you hit Ben, why can't my second brother help?"

Qi Yan turned his head and saw: I saw a young boy of thirteen or four years old, with red lips and white teeth and carved jade. He wore a small crown and his hair was exposed at the corners.

A pair of large eyes were full of anger and stared straight up at Qi Yan, and that hand was holding her sleeve tightly, for fear she would run away. The young man described him as a small child with no childishness and no irritation, despite his anger.

Qi Yan froze, raising his eyes to see that the alley was empty and Wu Da could not help but sighed.

The young man not only lifted his leg after seeing the other hit him, but also dared to be distracted when he caught him. He immediately raised his leg and kicked Qi Yan's calf in the anger.

The other party used their strength to face the pain and frown. The literati of Wei Guo paid attention to etiquette and pay attention to Sven, even if he was as evil as Ding Fengshan, it only meant that the family was "aggressive." "Juvenile.

Just after Qi Yan's kung fu, a gentle voice came from behind him: "Jinger, come and help me." This is clearly the voice of a woman. Qi Yan turned around suspiciously and saw a man wearing a bamboo blue gown juvenile. Because of her identity, Qi Yan recognized at a glance that the "teenage" she had hit was a woman dressed as a man.

It's no wonder that the young man was so angry that Qi Yan held out his hand with guilt: "Sorry, where could the boy be hurt?"

With a snap, Qi Yan's hand was patted away, and the young man glared at Qi Yan and sighed loudly, "Remove your dirty hands!"

"Jinger, don't be rude."

"Second Brother, I help you." The young man called "Jinger" immediately regained his momentum and obediently lifted people from the ground.

Qi Yan glanced without a trace, confirming that the other party was undoubtedly dressed as men. He also set his sights on the young man who was called "Jinger": the characteristics of children at this age are not obvious, coupled with the opponent's aggressive spirit, Qi Yan regards this "Jinger" as Porcelain dolls for boys and girls.

"Second brother! Your hand is bleeding!" Nangong Jingnv held her sister's hand and twisted a small face together, distressed.

She was raised in Shen Gong since she was young. She has never been to the folks. She finally moved to a foreign house to see Nangong's daughter-in-law who often changed out of men's clothing and became more yearning. After begging for a while, Nangong niece took her out, but unexpectedly encountered such a thing.

Watching this little boy holding the elder sister's hand in exasperation, the tingling of the lower leg brought a long memory.

Many years ago, she went to Laoshan to collect mushrooms with Bayan and Xiaodie. She accidentally rolled down the hillside and broke her leg, and Xiaodie once "distressed" for herself so distressed. Qi Yan felt a pain in her heart: If Xiaodie is still alive, it should be so big.

The pain flashed, and the deep eyes did not ripple. Qi Yan came to Nangong's sister-in-law and arched his hand: "I hurried down the road and ran into my son. I wonder if I should go to the hospital to have a look?"

Nangong girl raised her head to face a pair of amber eyes, her eyes were sincere.

She froze for a while, and saw Qi Yan wearing patched clothes in the back of the box cage. She reluctantly replied: "Anyway, I can go back to the house and handle it myself."

"That's it, don't stop there." Qi Yan owed herself and left in a hurry.

Nangong Jing's female cheeks bulged up and looked at the back of Qi Yanyuan and stomped: "Two ... second brother! You just let him go?"

"They didn't do it on purpose, maybe something urgent."

Seeing the confusion in her sister's eyes, she explained patiently: "The man who listened to the accent was not a person from Beijing. Looking at his plain clothes and carrying a cage, it is likely that he was a doctor who went to Beijing to take the test. Why should we embarrass him? "

Nangong Jingnv Jiuju Shengong has no concept of money. After thinking about it carefully, the man's clothing is really different from what he has seen, and the touch of the hand is extremely rough. Crooked his head and thought for a while: "Is this what the father said is" civil suffering "?"

Nangong's sister-in-law was quite surprised. She didn't expect that she was a small and expensive girl who could not think about the world. She smiled and held Nangong's hand: "Jinger is really smart."

Nangong Jingnv looked back at Qi Yan's figure. At this moment, she suddenly felt: Beijing is close to the palace, but it is different from the palace. Seriously, "Second brother, you can take me out to see more ?"

"it is good."

Qi Yan chased three streets, but never saw Wu Da. The sound of "hunting" came from his head, and Wuhua jumped down from the wall.

The two sides looked at each other in silence for a while, Wu Da said coldly: "The master of the testimony was Xing Jingfu, the examiner of the Spring Festival, and the two deputy examiners were the Ministry of Officials Shang Shu Deng Hongyuan, and the Ministry of Ministers Shu Lang Shuli. May you do it early intend."

"I see." Qi Yan no longer wanted to look at Wu Da, turned and left.

The voice of Wu Da came behind him: "Don't forget your original intention."

Qi Yan's lips evoked a trace of coldness, leaving her sideways all the way.

The Nangong sisters went back to the house together, and saw a weak-crowned youth standing anxiously looking in front of the door, and the Nangong maid stopped nervously.

"Second sister? What's wrong?"

"It's the second son of Lufu who is looking for you. Let's go to the back door."

It was said that Landing Bank of China had seen them. Nangong's sister-in-law pinched the hand of Nangong Jingnu and whispered: "Can Jingnu ask Lu Ergong to keep her secret?"

"Second sister, rest assured."

Nangong Jingnu let go of her hand and walked in front of Lu Zhongxing with a cheerful step, calling out sweetly: "Brother Zhongzhong."

Lu Zhongxing was drowned with all eyes: "His Royal Highness."

Nangong's maid rushed around the two to enter the house. Although their sisters were very close to a pair of sons of the Lu family in her childhood, she was not as favored as Nangong Jingnv and was sixteen years old. See foreign minister. What's more, this person is a guard with a sword, and if it is reported to heaven, it will only be her.

"Why did Her Royal Highness Go?"

"Brother Zhonghang, please give me one thing, please?"

Lu Zhongxing replied without hesitation: "Of course, as long as I can do it."

Nangong Jingnian smiled brightly, her smart eyes bent into a crescent, and her hands were behind her back and her chest was raised: "My brother and I will keep secrets about the second sister and I leaving the house."

Lu Zhongxing's heart fluttered like a feather, and he witnessed that the little girl in front of the young girl who had walked from tooth to tooth had grown to a beautiful appearance. Even if the elder brother is married with a single wife and two wives, he is still waiting for her to grow up, and the person who has been holding his heart for many years has asked such a point to be unreasonable?

"Okay, I promise."

Nangong Jingnv's eyes flickered with the tricks of "planning to succeed", and her head was playfully tilted, and she asked, "Don't the emperor say?"

Lu Zhongxing also laughed, and his eyes were tender: "Don't say."

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The heroine of this article is Her Royal Highness Nangong Jing ~

Although I'm a pretty girl.

The name of this chapter I hesitated for a long time between "if life is only as first sight" and "only Dao was already at that time", and finally chose the latter.

Can be a little compensation for our important female partner Nangong.

The maidservant and the maidservant both marveled at the folding fan written by Qi Yan, but unfortunately the maidservant misidentified the wrong person, and perhaps some things were already doomed.

This situation can be reminiscent of the memory, but said that it was gone.

But I still really like Jingu.

In that era, there were a lot of ladies like ladies, and the Jingnu in our family was really a stream in the inner world ~ Hehe.

What, my VB: The author of Jinjiang Lily asked Jun Mo to laugh

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