But instead of hearing the girl being scolded, Miss Jun's laughter could be heard.
He could still laugh. The concierge shook his head. Hearing the sound of footsteps, silence returned in front of the door. He also breathed a sigh of relief, with a bit of sadness.
No one wants this. We can only blame Jin Yiwei for being too vicious.
You can't risk your life just for medical treatment.
"Are they stupid?"
Walking on the street, Liu'er said again.
Miss Jun took a bunch of candied haws from the street vendor and handed it to Liu'er.
"That's not really true, there's nothing we can do about it," she said with a smile.
Liu'er happily wanted to take it, but someone hurried past and bumped into her, almost dropping the candied haws.
"Hey." She shouted and looked at the people walking by.
This was a girl wearing a flowered shirt and carrying a basket. She walked with her head lowered and turned around when she heard the sound. She didn't seem to realize that she had bumped into someone.
"You hit me." Liu Er shouted with eyes wide open.
The girl looked at her and said oh, turned her head and walked forward quickly.
I didn't expect that he didn't even apologize. People in Beijing are so rude.
"Is this Miss?" Liu'er looked at Miss Jun.
Miss Jun did not speak, but looked at the girl's back, looking a little lost.
"It seems," she said.
Like? Like what? Liu'er looked over again in confusion. The girl was already lost in the crowd.
Miss Jun was still looking at the street in a trance, her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were a little sad.
What's wrong?
Liu'er was a little uneasy.
"Miss." She shook Miss Jun's arm, "Is she someone you know?"
Miss Jun shook her head.
It's not a familiar person, it's a familiar look.
The look in that girl's eyes showed determination to die, just like when she entered the palace to assassinate the emperor.
Judging from her age, she was only sixteen or seventeen years old, a few years younger than herself at the time.
Although she is dressed simply, her face is delicate and delicate, and she must have been raised by a wealthy family.
Is it true that a girl of this age and from such a good family has encountered a difficulty that she cannot overcome and has no choice but to die?
"Let's go take a look," she said.
"Is something wrong?" Liu'er asked nervously, holding the candied haws in his hand.
"Let's go take a look. I don't know yet. I hope it's okay." Miss Jun said, caressing Liu'er's head, "Eat."
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People were running around in the street because a guard of honor came over to disperse the crowd and walk towards an alley.
This is where officials gather. There are three houses in this alley, but now only one official lives here.
That is Huang Cheng, the cabinet scholar. Since Mr. Huang suffered from leg disease two years ago, the emperor moved the other two families living here to allow him to rest, and all three houses belonged to the Huang family.
Naturally, Mr. Huang would not let down his divine grace. He occupied a house by himself, which was filled with beauties. It was said that the decoration was extremely luxurious.
But compared to Lu Qianhu, who also raises beauties, Mr. Huang is more generous. He believes that having fun alone is not as good as having fun with everyone, so he will invite friends to the house.
Everyone who is lucky enough to enjoy it here has nothing but praise.
Mr. Huang Xiao will also prepare a banquet today, because he is very happy today. The emperor has accepted his opinion. The impeachment memorial of the Zhijian Yuan can be presented tomorrow, and not only the Zhijian Yuan, he has also prepared several
A complainer from the North.
It is conceivable that there will be a feast in the court tomorrow.
So after leaving the palace, Mr. Huang invited many people to play, including Lu Yunqi.
"Is it convenient for Mr. Lu to come?" I asked in a low voice, "I have already said hello to him. When Mr. He and the others refute tomorrow, let him list the private crimes of those people. Mr. Lu has already
I agreed, if I let him come at this time, will others accuse us of colluding?"
Little Master Huang smiled.
"How could it be possible? How could someone like Mr. Lu be colluded with others?" He said, "We invited him here this time, and he happened to be looking at us to see if we had colluded in private to frame Zhongliang, so we could report back to the emperor.
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The attendant responded suddenly.
"No wonder Mr. Lu agreed." He said, "He rarely attends banquets."
Mr. Huang smiled and nodded.
"Master Lu is not stupid either," he said.
While they were joking, their home was already in front of them, and there were shouts coming from behind.
"Master Huang."
Mr. Huang reined in his horse, stopped and looked over.
It was Lord Tang from Zhijianyuan whom I had met before.
"You came quickly enough." Mr. Huang got off his horse and smiled softly at him, "It seems that you are also very impatient for the beauty I have here."
Master Tang's dark face turned red.
"No, no." He waved his hands and said, "I'm here to tell Mr. Huang that I won't be coming tonight."
"What are you afraid of? If you just don't come, you should say that you and I colluded." Mr. Huang smiled and looked at the people around him. "Who can live in this world without being criticized or criticized by others?"
I can’t live anymore? I can’t live my life anymore? I can’t get anything done?”
Everyone around me laughed and said yes.
"Master Huang is right."
"Mediocre people don't get jealous."
"You can't do what you should do just because others say you should do it. If you are in your position and do not seek your own government, wouldn't it be a dead meal in your position?"
Everyone said it one after another.
Mr. Tang stopped.
"There are some other things." He said, "Thank you for the hospitality, sir, but it won't be too late to get together tomorrow when we are done."
Mr. Huang smiled and nodded.
"Master Tang is working hard, hurry up and get going," he said.
They were talking and laughing as they walked, and people on the street avoided them. By now they had reached the entrance of the alley.
Perhaps the crowd was avoiding the crowds and chaos, and someone rushed over in a panic.
One of the guards immediately scolded him and hit him with the killing stick in his hand.
The woman screamed in pain and fell to the ground. At the same time, a basket fell and the burritos inside were scattered.
It was a woman, everyone looked over.
He saw a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing coarse clothes, lying on the ground kowtowing in confusion.
"My lord, have mercy on me, my lord, have mercy on me," she said tremblingly.
In this outfit, everyone recognized her as a folk girl carrying a basket and hawking food.
Not wanting to care about such a person, he waved his hand to drive him away, but Mr. Huang suddenly raised his hand to stop him.
Perhaps it was the girl's trembling oriole-like voice that made Mr. Huang couldn't help but look over. When he saw the girl lying on the ground, whose simple clothes could not hide her exquisite figure, he narrowed his eyes. (Unfinished)