The young men in rich clothes and high crowns looked at each other, and they all kept silent in agreement. Even Wu Ming remained silent for a long time.
In the distance, Yan Di lazily held her hands and blinked noncommittally. This bright woman laughed softly. The corners of her lips raised a subtle arc, and she looked with interest at the silent little girl among the people in clothes.
Small shadow.
She nervously clenched her hands into small fists under her sleeves, her fingertips trembling a little, as if she might run away at any moment, but she still stubbornly raised her face, facing all the silent or mocking eyes, and stood motionless on the spot.
No one spoke.
Everything looks like it has lost its voice.
In the long silence, finally, someone shook his head gently...
Wuming looked at her blankly for a few times, then shook his head silently and took a few steps back.
He frowned slightly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared, as if he was quietly confirming in his heart.
"This benefactor must have misremembered." Xie Fanjing heard him say apologetically: "The poor monk and the benefactor must have never met each other in their lives..."
There was laughter and started to ring.
Gradually, it gets higher and higher, and gets bigger and bigger.
All the young men and women from aristocratic families burst into laughter. They are the most outstanding young noblemen in the three counties of Jiangnan in Taizhou City. Today's Qingliang Palace is even more crowded with all the noble young men from aristocratic families. It can be said that the house is full of distinguished guests.
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But before they could continue their conversation with Wu Ming, this gathering, this gathering of talented people, was suddenly interrupted by an inexplicable girl who appeared out of nowhere and had no trace of family graces.
She has no expensive incense, no servants to accompany her, her clothes are rough, and her manners are not in keeping with the family's style. A countryman who doesn't even understand the order of eating utensils and drinking utensils, a fool who doesn't even know how to serve food,
A common man who feels at a loss during music and dance!
This makes the young people who have always been arrogant and proud of their status and noble family feel that they have been insulted, by a servant, by a wild girl from the country, by a commoner!
"It's not that I came up with harsh words." Someone laughed in a low voice: "Brother Yan, you are too rude. Can anyone come to the Qingliang Palace gathering today?
Is that okay? It’s fine if you don’t care about your family status, but I want to ask, is it possible for a servant boy who is ignorant of etiquette to sit with us in a dignified manner? Are you talking nonsense here?”
"It's extremely boring."
"My mood is completely gone today."
"This entry-level Cambodian sticker is really easy to get." Someone sneered: "Brother Yan, how many copper coins did you get by selling these Cambodian stickers? It can make up for the cost of building Yingxu Terrace last year.
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The whole room burst into laughter again.
There was noisy laughter. Amidst the mocking or malicious laughter, Xie Fanjing clutched the rough sleeves with a few threads exposed, and the simple wooden hairpin on top of her head dangled.
She is not afraid of these people's jokes, nor is she afraid of the looks that want to trample her into the mud. Sister Xiaoyan said that if you don't ask some questions, you will never have an answer, and you will regret it.
She didn't care about these people, nor did she care that they were laughing at her. When she came here, she just wanted to ask a question and get an answer.
"We have really seen each other." Amidst the roar of laughter in the whole hall, she still clutched the corner of her clothes and remained motionless. She just looked at him reluctantly, and then laughed stubbornly:
"do you remember me?"
We...we've obviously met before...
Obviously, you pinched my face and said I was a very edible little bug.
It was you who saved me and you who took me away. Is it not because of you that I can survive?
Obviously...
"Stop it!" A shy and angry shout suddenly sounded, suppressing the laughter. As the host of the banquet, Yan Ling had a sullen face and an extremely unkind look in his eyes.
He always let a few stewards discuss the guests' matters, but he didn't expect that those few dogs would actually make such a ridiculous joke, which made him lose face!
"Who brought you in?" He turned to Xie Fanjing with an angry look.
"I……"
"Give her some money, throw it out the door, and whip everyone in charge three hundred times!" Yan Ling ignored it and just waved to the golden-armored warrior who had been standing by him early: "Hurry up!"
"I'm not asking for money." Xie Fan dodged the mirror and avoided the grasping hands of the warriors.
"Then what do you want?" Yan Ling sneered.
"I..." Looking at the young monk who was frowning silently, Xie Fanjing finally lowered his head and said softly: "I really know him..."
The mocking laughter grew louder and louder. In this farce, Yan Ling finally became angry, and at his signal, the golden-armored warrior also drew his long blade.
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At the moment when the sword was slashing, a hand gently held the cold light. The warriors were surprised for a moment, but they did not want to offend this distinguished guest who was hosted by their master, so they quickly sheathed their swords.
"I, the poor monk..." Wu Ming withdrew his hand and faced many eyes. He racked his brains and explained a few words dryly: "The poor monk does know this benefactor. She, she is a pilgrim in the temple.
It's Wu Ji, no, she is an old acquaintance of senior brother Wu Chen's family..."
"Then why didn't you think of it just now?" the woman laughed.
"Ashamed, this poor monk forgot his things for a moment."
"Then this pilgrim is an old acquaintance of Master Wucheng's family..." Yan Di smiled narrowly and said, "So what's his name? Where did he come from, and how did he get to know Master Wucheng's family?"
In Wu Ming's embarrassment, everyone chuckled knowingly. It was not difficult to guess that there was actually no connection between the two people, but Wu Ming only made such a connection far-fetched in order to prevent her from being too embarrassed.
"Master lies so well." Yan Di said with a joking look, "This is the first time I have seen a monk lie."
She sent a message to Wu Ming, who was at a loss, and then walked onto the covered bridge, her shadow quickly disappearing into the blurred lights of five colors.
Wu Ming, who received the message, was stunned, and his face was unusually solemn. He folded his hands and bowed out to the young men of the surrounding aristocratic families. Before catching up with Yan Di, the corner of his eye accidentally froze, and he focused on the silent figure.
Girl on.
"...The girl's hairpin today is very unique and the style is very beautiful..." A stuttering voice sounded. Wu Ming could see the sadness in her heart, but he was not very good at comforting girls, so he continued to speak.
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"You really don't remember me?"
"Between the poor monk and the donor..." Wu Ming hesitated for a moment, and finally answered truthfully:
"It is indeed a complete stranger."
Complete stranger...?
There was no time to think more, the monk had already hurried away. Xie Fanjing lowered his head blankly, and then laughed at himself.
The crowd gradually dispersed. After Yan Ling saw Wu Ming's covert protection, he was too lazy to come forward again and did not want to offend. So the golden armored warriors also retreated one by one and retreated into the garden again.
An empty piece.
In the dim candlelight, she lowered her head and sat down silently.
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The long pavilion is like snow.
I don't know how much time passed, but Zhang Yan, who had arrived late, ran over angrily with her skirt in hand. She had vaguely heard about what happened in the water pavilion in another place, but by the time she rushed over, it was already too late.
It was dark, and the servants removed all the lanterns hanging on the eaves. In the dark water pavilion, there was only a small figure with his head lowered, sitting silently behind the long golden desk.
"Xiao Xie?" Zhang Yan felt a little sad: "Is it you?"
It seemed that her voice awakened the silence. In the darkness, the figure trembled, and then its sleeves moved slightly.
"Is it Sister Xiaoyan? You came so late, I almost fell asleep."
Xie Fanjing raised her head, looked at Zhang Yan, rubbed her eyes and laughed blankly, her voice a little unclear:
"Let's go back..."
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On the covered bridge.
Wuming and Yandi were walking side by side.
"I wonder which elder of the Yan family wants to see me?" Wu Ming asked, "What's the important matter?"
"We'll find out when we meet." Yandi responded slowly. She suddenly turned around after a few steps, her bright eyes full of teasing and curiosity.
"Hey." She said, "Are you having something personal with the man in red, who seems to be named Xie Qiu?"
