The summer sun is like a flame, and even the breeze carries a bit of heat.

On the training ground, the sweaty soldiers braved the scorching sun and practiced in an orderly manner as the order was issued.

Mo Weiguo stood on the training platform with a solemn expression, and his sharp eyes swept over the soldiers.

At that time, a small soldier hurried in.

"General, I ask to see you outside the Zhenguo Public Camp. ”

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Inside the tent

"But the old man has something important?" Mo Weiguo, who looked suspicious, asked in a condensed voice.

The old man was suffocated with the teacup, his throat was a little hot, and he said straight to the point: "General Mo, do you still remember the marriage contract made by Xiao Mo and the two mansions back then?"

Mo Weiguo, who was sitting at the top, seemed to be thinking, and pondered for a moment, his eyes brightened: "Naturally." ”

Speaking of which, the two families were married by the belly, and later the emperor personally decreed the marriage, which can be described as a good match.

The old man stroked his beard with a smile: "My country's father-in-law doesn't sell Guanzi anymore, now Cheng Yu is just the age of marrying a wife, and General Mo's daughter is also in time, so should this marriage be done for the two children?"

If Xiao Chengyu was still the man of the year back then, this marriage would be excellent, but it's a pity that Xiao Chengyu became a fool overnight two years ago.

As a father, he selfishly doesn't want his daughter to marry a fool.

Seeing that Mo Weiguo's face was slightly condensed, he was silent for a long time, and the old man did not urge, but he was a little uncomfortable in his heart.

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There was a prosperous scene on Chang'an Street, and after going to Yixing Distillery, Shen Qingyu took Meng Fu to prepare to go home.

Meng Fu held a paper umbrella to shade the sun, and followed behind the woman step by step.

The sun is in full bloom and the sun is blazing, and this paper umbrella does not seem to have much effect.

I saw that the woman's little face was covered with a layer of fine hot sweat, and after a while, I felt that the clothes on my body were sticky.

The woman threw herself on the cold shower, but she didn't notice the oncoming person.

"Is it Miss Nianchu?"

Chi Ning's uncertain voice came into his ears, and Shen Qingyu collected his thoughts and looked at it.

The woman who greeted her was wearing an emerald green smoky willow skirt, her face was like a peach blossom, gentle like water, and her demeanor was dignified and polite, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

This woman who makes people feel good is Zhuang Meng'er, who won the title of the first talented woman at the Hundred Flowers Banquet.

Fortunately, Shen Qingyu remembered well, and he remembered it after only a moment.

"Exactly, is there something wrong with Miss Zhuang?"

Zhuang Meng'er glanced up and down, seemingly a little incredulous.

The woman in front of her had a beautiful and pale complexion, and she was like the stunning woman at the last Hundred Flowers Banquet.

"What, do I have flowers on my face?" probably saw what Zhuang Meng'er was thinking, and the woman held her pretty little face and said with a smile.

Zhuang Meng'er was stunned for a moment, only then did she realize that she had lost her posture, and looked away unnaturally, she shook her head with a slight stiff smile, and then cautiously opened her mouth and asked.

"Miss Nianchu has time?"

She raised the tail of her eyes slightly, "Huh?"

"There is a good sour plum soup on South Street, but you want to be together?" Zhuang Meng'er looked at her expectantly.

This made her feel inexplicable, she and Zhuang Meng'er were just one side of the Hundred Flowers Banquet, why were they so enthusiastic all of a sudden?

However, Zhuang Meng'er didn't seem to be malicious, and even more sincerely invited her.

Seeing that the woman was silent, Zhuang Meng'er's face changed slightly, thinking that she was abrupt, so she hurriedly said: "If Miss Nianchu doesn't want to, forget it." ”

She suddenly smiled: "Miss Zhuang, is this going to go back?"

When Zhuang Meng'er heard this, she waved her hand a little helplessly: "No, no." ”

The smile on the woman's face was even worse.

People come and go on the south street, Rao is the scorching sun, and the sound of selling on the street is still endless.

The Cuiping Building on South Street is exactly where Zhuang Meng'er sells ice sour plum soup.

Zhuang Meng'er looked at the familiar customer of this Cuiping Building, and when she saw her, the shopkeeper who was still greeting others greeted her eagerly.

Cuiping Lou is not as good as a pint of incense and drunken fairy building, and there is no independent private room here.

Relying on Zhuang Meng'er's relationship, the two of them had a position near the window on the second floor.

The sour plum soup was quickly served.

"Taste it. Zhuang Meng'er pushed a bowl of sour plum soup to her with a smile on her face.

She was not a polite lord, smiled at her, and then took a sip of the sour plum soup.

The sweet and sour taste quickly spread on the tip of the tongue, and the cold entered the throat, and the heat around the body seemed to disappear overnight.

"It tastes good. She nodded in the affirmative.

Zhuang Meng'er seemed to exhale, and then smiled: "It's good to like it." ”

"I remember that I seemed to ............ Miss Zhuang," she said in a hesitant manner.

I only heard the woman chuckle and explained: "Because of that day's flower feast." ”

"Huh?" Shen Qingyu frowned.

"At the Hundred Flowers Banquet that day, if Miss Nian Chu did her best, she should be the last leader. ”

Tsk, this little girl's eyes are really poisonous, she deliberately hid her strength, and she saw it.

She smiled and said nothing, acquiescing to her words. But what does that have to do with her inviting her?

Zhuang Meng'er's mind is exquisite, and she can understand her doubts at a glance: "I just want to get closer to Miss Nianchu, and I can learn from the teacher when I am ready." ”

But looking at Zhuang Meng'er's seemingly joking but extremely serious look on her face, she was dispelled from thinking about it again.

She smiled, and was about to laugh a few words, when a sharp and unusual scolding sounded with the sound of the cup falling to the ground.

"Waste, can't you do this little thing?"

Who is this voice, not Xiao Bingyu?

turned his head and stared, only to see Xiao Bingyu and Xiao Chengfan sitting opposite each other, and a man standing next to him hung his head and shrugged his head.

The man's feet were sprinkled with sour plum soup and broken cups.

Xiao Bingyu's sharp scolding continued: "It's very eye-catching to look at you, go aside." ”

The man's eyes were slightly red and he glanced at Xiao Bingyu timidly, but he didn't know that a cold color quietly passed under his eyes.

Seeing the man obediently shrinking aside, Shen Qingyu's eyes narrowed slightly, only to feel a nameless fire rising from the soles of his feet and approaching his head.

As soon as Yun Zheng was gone, this Xiao Bingyu was really more and more presumptuous, and he dared to bully Cheng Yu's head.

was about to shoot the case, but saw two familiar figures walking towards Xiao Bingyu one after the other.

The people who came were Mo Qingning and Luo Hengyang.

Luo Hengyang seemed to have discovered Shen Qingyu's gaze, so he raised his eyes and looked over.

His face turned cold, and he seemed to want to pounce on her and tear her to pieces.

However, Shen Qingyu didn't have the heart to deal with him, just a glance, and then turned his gaze.

Luo Hengyang tugged at Mo Qingning's sleeve: "Cousin Qingning!"

Mo Qingning glanced at Luo Hengyang with displeasure, and then looked in the direction he was looking.

In the position near the window, the beautiful woman was talking to the dignified and quiet woman, and the two were smiling and seemed to be talking happily.

When did Mo Nianchu, the slut, catch up with Zhuang Meng'er?

Puzzled, Mo Qingning turned his steps and walked towards Shen Qingyu.

Seeing this, Xiao Bingyu and Xiao Chengfan also raised their eyes and looked over, and when they saw the woman, their expressions were surprisingly gloomy............

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