It is said that words are like people, but it is difficult for Zhang Yunyun to associate Quan Jiuwei with his words.
All the way back to the Yuyu Stone Bridge in the sedan chair, she found it unbelievable. His handwriting was obviously not ugly, and among the many words she had seen, all of the Jiuwei's handwriting was average and superior, but his appearance, cultivation, conversation, and temperament were all incomparable.
Nothing disgusts her.
The sedan stopped in the large open space in front of the main entrance. As soon as Zhang Junjun got out of the sedan, he saw Zhang Caiyun, who had been bothering his grandfather all day long, standing by the lake with his hands behind his hands.
Thinking that Zhang Caiyun's handwriting was not bad, but people also disliked it, Zhang Junyun was able to look away.
At this time, a group of playful children ran over, and several of them bumped into Zhang Caiyun. Zhang Caiyun's hands behind his back were loosened, and several small objects fell out of his hands.
Zhang Junyun's eyes were sharp, his gaze narrowed for a moment, and he walked quickly.
Zhang Caiyun just picked it up and heard the girl's voice: "What is this and where did you get it?"
When he saw it was her, Zhang Caiyun looked very respectful, cupped his hands and said, "I've seen Mrs. Junjun."
"Show me something." Zhang Yunyun stretched out his hand.
"Yes, this?" Zhang Caiyun spread his palms.
Zhang Junyun frowned slightly and raised his hand to grab it.
There are several small wooden objects with fine carvings, which are crude and unique in shape, slightly like earrings on bronze vessels, and a bit like roof brackets.
"Where did this come from?" Zhang Yunyun raised his head.
"I picked it up on the road."
"Which way?"
Zhang Caiyun thought for a moment and pointed to the north: "Outside the city."
"Outside the city?"
"Um."
Zhang Junyun looked at these things again, turned around and walked towards Zhang Mansion.
"Since you picked it up, it doesn't belong to you." Zhang Junyun left without looking back.
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At the last moment before the curfew, Jiang Mengxing, who had rushed out of the city early in the morning, took the car back.
There were not many people on the street. Jiang Mengxing leaned against the carriage and fell asleep. When he was approaching Jiang's house, the carriage driver suddenly stopped and shouted softly: "Master."
The old servant opened the curtain and looked out. He was slightly startled, then turned sideways to shake Jiang Mengxing's arm, and leaned down to whisper quickly in his ear.
The car curtain was lifted up again by the old servant. Jiang Mengxing looked forward with sleepy eyes. Under the bright street lights, a group of about thirty soldiers and horses was blocking the middle of the road.
Jiang Mengxing rubbed his eyes and recognized Yan Yunwei's uniform, and hurriedly got off the carriage.
The leading man is tall and has large facial features, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a big nose and thick lips, and a thin asphalt-colored beard on his chin.
The uniform he wears is also different from others, especially on his waist. He wears a red gold dragon-body belt with thunder patterns, which is exclusive to the Twelve Guards generals.
Since Li Dongyan was assassinated five years ago, Yan Yunwei has only had lieutenants and no commander. The newly appointed man does not look to be in his thirties, so I don't know who he is.
But no matter who it was, it was Jiang Mengxing, a casual official, who would step forward to salute him upon seeing him.
Jiang Mengxing bowed and bowed, but saw another person behind him. It was difficult for Jiang Mengxing not to recognize this person: "Young Master Mu?"
Mu Tingyu, who was short in stature, was about to be buried among the tall Yan Yun Guards.
"Hello, Jiang Mengxing." Mu Tingyu said calmly.
"I've met Prince Mu." Jiang Mengxing hurriedly handed over his hand.
"This new commander-in-chief of Yanyun Guard is Hong Yuanjie, the Silver Dragon Seventh Link General."
Jiang Mengxing was stunned and quickly turned around: "I have met General Hong! I have admired General Hong's name for a long time, and it is like thunder in my ears!"
Hong Yuanjie raised his hand and said lightly: "It's polite."
These Yanyunwei soldiers did not wear Yanyunwei armor, but Yanyunwei's daily uniforms. In addition, Mu Tingyu was also there. Jiang Mengxing guessed that when they left Beijing and came to Xizhou, they might be going to Mingtai County. .
But no matter where they go, now that they are here, their intentions are obvious.
Jiang Mengxing didn't ask any questions, but warmly invited them into the house to rest, and told them along the way that they would be entertained warmly.
At the same time, Ye Zheng knocked on the door of Shen Lie's room and went in, reporting to Shen Lie that he met Yan Yunwei outside the east city gate and that they quietly went to the Jiang Mansion.
Shen Lie just finished taking a bath and was wearing light white pajamas. After listening to what Ye Zheng said, he nodded: "I understand."
"Then, do you want to send someone to tell the girl?"
"good."
Ye Zheng thought for a while and then said: "Master, why don't you go there in person? You and the girl haven't seen each other for a few days."
Shen Lie paused slightly, raised his hand to lift the cold white porcelain teapot on the table, slowly poured a glass of water, and held it up with his slender fingers: "It's been a few days."
"Master, don't you want to see the girl?"
Shen Lie was about to drink it, but he brought it to his lips and put it back.
The long black hair hanging down slightly touched the table, and his handsome face revealed a hint of concentration and hesitation. Because his eyes were drooped, his eyelashes of just the right length became the shadow of clouds covering the moon.
"Master," Ye Zheng said in a low voice, "What are you thinking about?"
I'm thinking about how to show restraint if I really go to find her.
Her smile, her eyes, and the fragrance emanating from her body have become more and more fatal to him.
Ye Zheng carefully observed his expression and said softly: "Master, you'd better go find Miss A Li, and tell her your feelings by the way. If you don't tell her, Miss A Li will never know that you admire her, Master."
Shen Lie raised his eyelids and looked at him: "I can't afford to lose."
Ye Zheng suspected that his ears heard it wrong: "Huh?"
This was almost the first time Ye Zheng heard Shen Lie say such words. He looked at this young man who was bold in killing and sharp in spear and sword: "Master, what can't you lose?"
After a while of silence, Shen Lie confided his true feelings to others for the first time: "I know that when it comes to relationships, I should be generous and let go. But I can't be generous with Ah Li... just because she is my only option, it's her or nothing." "
"Master..."
Shen Lie closed his eyes and sighed softly.
It was precisely because he couldn't afford to lose, and it was always easy to have wild thoughts around her and gradually lose control, that he did not dare to see her.
but……
"I'll pack it up," Shen Lie let go of the teacup completely, "I'll go find her."
Zhili gnawed sugar cane and spit out scum along the way. Since he was walking on a high-rise building, he vomited on other people's roofs in a very unethical manner.
Seeing Xia Zhaoyi look at him several times, he stuck out his tongue: "Anyway, the roof will be pooped by birds..."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled calmly: "A gentleman should be careful about what he does not see, and be afraid of what he does not hear. Do not see what is hidden, and do not show what is insignificant. Therefore, a gentleman should be careful about what he alone is."
Zheli looked a little aggrieved: "Then, I will not be a gentleman."
Xia Zhaoyi chuckled and shook his head, looking towards Guangfang River.
Zhili took another mouthful of sugar cane, spit it into the palm of his hand, raised his eyes and saw a woman sitting on a deserted stone pier in the distance, and said in surprise: "Oh, isn't that Miss Xu?"
