Xu Pengyu is in a good mood today, and a doorman of the Song family he bought off sent a letter saying that Miss Song came to offer incense early this morning, which made him a little anxious during this time swept away, even if the temple novice gave him a face when he delivered food, it still couldn't affect his good mood.

Xu Pengyu has always been proud of his talent, in fact, it is not that he is self-righteous, objectively speaking, Xu Pengyu does have the talent to read, otherwise he would not be favored by Shan Minglan's father.

But sometimes talent doesn't decide everything, when Xu Pengyu first came to the capital, he thought that he would definitely be a blockbuster, but it didn't take long for him to understand how difficult it was for a poor boy like him to get ahead with a poor background like him. During this time in the capital, he met several Jinshi who had a previous conviction and still had no vacancies, and kept the Beijing and other officials to arrange, but no one remembered them for a long time. Remembering that when he first came to the capital a few months ago, he naively felt that he would be a blockbuster, Xu Pengyu couldn't help but smile a little bitterly, he was all the hope of the family, his mother and sister said every day that he would definitely become a big man in the future, he took all the money from the family when he left, he couldn't wait in Beijing for a few years, even if he waited, the silver on his body was not enough for him to live,

Xu Pengyu washed up, put on his best clothes now, and came to the temple gate with the newly bought paper and pen. He was a little nervous, but also a little excited. He inquired a lot about Song Lingfeng, such as her liking plum blossoms, such as her love for white clothes, such as what kind of spell she liked, what would happen after meeting hundreds of times in his heart, and the conversations he would say. But he was still uneasy. What if Song Lingfeng didn't get out of the car to see her painting? What if she felt that she couldn't draw well? Xu Pengyuqiang pressed down the panic in his heart, and had a feeling of fighting against the water, picked up the brush, and drew on the rice paper.

Xu Pengyu's actions attracted many people to stop and watch. Although he seems to be concentrating on painting, he has actually been paying attention to the scene on the road in front of the temple. But after waiting for a long time, Song Lingfeng's carriage had not yet arrived, and he became more and more worried in his heart, did he not come?

He thought so, but he still didn't leave, today is too important to him. You can't just give up.

The sun was approaching noon, and the bright sun in the sky made him a little dizzy, and the people who had watched him paint had long since left. He was the only one who was still working hard to splash ink under the sun, and the sweat slid down drop by drop, so that the act of painting on the street seemed to be rich in culture a few hours ago, but now he was covered in sweat but still insisted on basking here. But it seems a little lacking.

Xu Pengyu's chest was a little nauseous. I feel like I'm going to get heat stroke. Seeing him like this, a few little novices couldn't stand it anymore, isn't this Fan Er? You just want to paint outside, so let's find a shade under a tree! Seeing that Xu Pengyu's face was getting worse and worse, and he was afraid that he would die in the sunburn at the door, he stepped forward and kindly asked him to move under the shade of the tree.

Xu Pengyu also knew that he was stupid like this, but what if he went far away and Miss Song couldn't see himself when he came? My young lady is invited, I don't know if I can take a step to speak.

Xu Pengyu was almost half dead just now. After hearing this sentence, he instantly returned to yang, and the disgusting meaning in his chest was swept away.

"What is your young lady looking for me?" Xu Pengyu asked with a gesture that he thought was elegant, pretending to be elegant.

The one who just called Xu Pengyu was a little girl dressed as a little maid, wearing a water-green skirt, seeing Xu Pengyu's sweaty face, but he just made a serious appearance, he couldn't help but purse his lips and smile, and said with a smile, "I don't know what Miss is looking for you, maybe it's for your painting!"

In fact, the last sentence of the little girl was just a joke, but Xu Pengyu didn't hear it, and he was even more happy in his heart, as he expected, Song Lingfeng would like his paintings.

"Where is your young lady?" Xu Pengyu waited for a day, and his heart was also anxious, and he didn't ask which young lady it was before he went, or he was a little reserved, just thinking about seeing Song Lingfeng as soon as possible, and then conquering the other party with charm.

Seeing Xu Pengyu's anxious look, the little maid couldn't help but feel more interesting in her heart, but she didn't say much, bowed to Xu Pengyu, and said in a crisp voice, "Childe comes with me." ”

Xu Pengyu followed the little maid to the gate of the temple, and after going out of the gate, he saw a carriage, the carriage hung a curtain, and he couldn't see the scene inside, but when he got closer, he smelled a strong aroma coming to his face, and Xu Pengyu, who was choking, wanted to sneeze.

"Miss, he's coming. The little maid approached and replied.

"Yes, I see. The curtain of the carriage did not open, but a voice was heard from inside. The voice is a little hoarse and a little rough.

Xu Pengyu was a little strange, why was this voice so ugly? He inquired a lot about Song Lingfeng, but he didn't say that Song Lingfeng's voice was weird.

But before he could think about it, the person in the car spoke again, "Have you married a wife?"

Xu Pengyu originally thought that Song Lingfeng asked him to come over to talk to him about painting, and he prepared a lot of things to say, but he didn't expect that the first sentence was to ask this.

"Not married. Xu Pengyu couldn't react a little, and stumbled before saying.

"Is there a little wife?" the rugged voice continued.

"No," Xu Pengyu couldn't keep up with the rhythm a little.

"Yes, that's good. The tone of the man in the carriage was obviously good, and he continued to ask, "You inquired about me, did you want me to be your wife?"

"Huh?" Xu Pengyu looked at the curtain of the carriage with his mouth open, he didn't know how to answer. Although he did think so, he didn't expect Song Lingfeng to be so direct, skipping the other steps he planned, and going directly to the step of talking about marriage.

"Why, don't you want to?" The people in the car saw that he was slow to speak, and their voices began to grow angry.

Xu Pengyu was woken up by her, and there were thousands of thoughts in his heart, and he wondered if he had made a mistake, but he had planned for so long, and today was the news sent to him by the porter who he bought, it stands to reason that there could be no mistake, is it a test of himself?

Xu Pengyu gritted his teeth and replied, "I have admired Miss for a long time, and if I can form a marriage with Miss, I will naturally not be able to ask for it." ”

Since Miss Song wants to come directly, let's order it directly.

After Xu Pengyu finished speaking, there was no movement in the car, and the little maid who brought him here was secretly looking at herself as if she had seen a strange creature.

Such a quiet Xu Pengyu inexplicably felt a little cold on his body, and an ominous premonition made him shiver. Just when he wanted to say something more, the car laughed, the sound was like a bell, the curtain of the car was lifted, and a copper basin-like face was revealed, and when Xu Pengyu saw this person, it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, and he was stunned in place.

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Thank you for the rewards of sprinkling golden peaches, Si Mao Niang, and fish burned on fire, and thank you for the monthly pass ~~~~~ of Si Mao Niang (to be continued......)