Just like that, you look at me, I look at you, you give me a chopstick dish, I will give you a spoonful of soup and use it for lunch, and before you know it, you will eat it all over.

Touching my round belly, I felt a little sleepy again.

I mentioned to Kwong Xiyu that I was going to rest, but she didn't seem to hear it, and coaxed me to sleep, while muttering that she was going to go to the street outside to buy some things that I needed on the way, and I was not too sleepy, so I didn't mention the problem of accommodation allocation, and watched her go out of the door - left and right, and when she returned, I would ask the guards to open a room.

In the evening, Kwong Xihui came back with the guards who had brought him to fight, bought a lot of things in large bags, and threw them into the carriage to teach the little servants to take care of them after giving me a glance.

After some inconsequential gossip, it was dark, and it was time for supper.

After resting for a few hours in a row, I felt that my spirit was relieved, and I had the heart to go out to have a look, so I went out of the bedroom with Kuang Xixi. The shop was very kind to invite us to the private room on the second floor, where the appetizer was already prepared.

Only then did I realize that our group had already passed through Molin and arrived at the boundary of Siyang City.

Now the inn is divided into two floors, the second floor is designed as a square corridor, separated by more than a dozen private rooms, half of the street, half of the water, both can enjoy the scenery, the traffic is quite convenient, no wonder the guests come like clouds, the stream is endless. And the most flattering thing about this inn is not only because of its geographical location, but also because of the square table in the middle of the lobby on this floor.

The platform is only three feet high, not big, enough for more than a dozen people to get down, ordinary singing, dancing and opera can't be performed, but it is more than enough to put a storytelling seat for playing and singing.

I grabbed a few peanuts in my hand and slowly peeled the shells, waiting for the shop to look for the stall where my family came to see the ceremony, pushed open the window next to the inner hall, leaned against the window, and looked down from top to bottom, just as I could see the platform below clearly, and I could hear the sound at all.

It was also a coincidence, just when I pushed open the window, a middle-aged woman in a linen robe, Shi Shiran, came on stage, cleared her throat slightly, and the noisy voices in the audience stopped-this woman smiled slightly, raised her hand and stroked the hardwood boundary of the low table on the stage, obviously a storyteller who relied on a three-inch tongue to make a living.

These diners must also be familiar with this scene, so they all fell silent, just waiting for her to speak.

I don't know if what she was going to say was a strange tale of folklore or a legend in circulation, but I was listening curiously, but I didn't know if there was a few knocks on the door of the private room, and it was the shop with his family.

I lowered the window, sat back in my seat, and bowed to the elderly woman who had saluted me first, knowing that she was the mother of the shop, the head of the family, and the shopkeeper of the inn, and listening to her words of gratitude that were the same as those of the shop, although I had no impression in my mind, I was not too arrogant and rude, so I had to smile lightly, and let Kwong Xihui excuse my greetings—my eyes turned, but I was attracted by the childish □□ children following behind several people.

The girl was only the age of the horn, with a dexterous bun, a pair of watery eyes looking straight at me, with eager anticipation, teaching me to unexpectedly think of the same young guy in the palace - also Yuxue's cute little fairy, but a shy temperament, not as lively as the one in front of her, if it weren't for the man beside her who kept grabbing her back collar without a trace, I am afraid that she would have pounced on her.

My heart moved, and I couldn't help but wave to her.

The little guy immediately broke free from the confinement of the adults beside him, and the milk swallow threw herself into the woods, and went straight to my arms—I just meant to call her to the front to talk, but I didn't know that she was so enthusiastic, but I didn't want to excuse myself, smiled helplessly, glanced at the man with a panicked face, and was about to step forward to pull her away, watched him return to his original position, and then carefully picked her up, let her sit on my lap, and fed her a small snack. Seeing her eyes bent into crescents with joy as she held the food, her heart softened.

The little guy chewed a few times and swallowed the pastry, and did not chase me to ask for it again, but turned sideways and grabbed my neck affectionately, with a soft and glutinous voice, and with the clarity of a child: "Beautiful sister, Liu'er misses you so much!" ”

- Children have always been forgetful, and I have only a one-sided relationship with her, but I never thought that she would remember me to this day.

I twisted my legs, causing her to "giggle", and then I nodded the tip of the little guy's nose and asked with interest, "Why does Lu'er miss her sister?" ”

"Because, because my sister gives Liu'er delicious food, she is gentle with Liu'er, and besides, my sister's body is fragrant, and it smells better than her father, and my sister is so good-looking, even better than my brother!" When I asked her, the little guy's eyes lit up, and he said the reason without thinking, as if he had thought about it several times before.

- This little mouth is as sweet as honey.

As soon as she said this, everyone, including Kwong Xiyu, who was playing Tai Chi with the shopkeeper, all turned their heads to look at us, not to mention their surprised or worried looks, the latter's meaningful eyebrows alone taught me to be so embarrassed that I hated to dig a hole and hide myself.

Although I was embarrassed, I had to pretend to be calm, and I fed the little one a lot of food without changing my face—there is no one who does not like sweet compliments, and even more so that the innocent words of children must be from the heart, and they are especially valuable, even if I pride myself on being calm.

After waiting for a long time, when the dishes were all on the table and almost the entire round table was filled, the shopkeeper, who was talking about something with Kuang Xixi, glanced at his family, and the young man took the still reluctant Liu'er from my arms, and everyone saluted me respectfully, and then took his leave, and had no intention of feasting with us.

The little guy pulled at the hem of my clothes and refused to let go, and when I promised to come to see her again in the future, I was reluctantly carried away by the adults. Seeing her gradually disappear around the corner, and the door of the private room was closed by the guards, my mood suddenly fell, and I don't know whether I remembered the little guy who had been locked in the palace for a long time, or I felt the distant parting.

I don't know, so I have to apologize in my heart, hoping that one day, this promise can be fulfilled.

"What's wrong, reluctant? Do you like children so much? The man who had been silently drinking thin wine suddenly asked.

I glanced at her, the palm of my hand subconsciously rested on my lower abdomen, my eyes were a little fluttering, and before I could answer, I saw Kuang Xixi's originally slightly teasing eyes suddenly changed, and her smile fell, and she quickly crossed a touch of pain and embarrassment, if I wasn't staring at her eyes, I am afraid it would be difficult to capture this fleeting subtle change.

"Yes, it's my fault," she said with a bitter smile as she drank the remnants of wine from her glass, "and you should blame me...... It was my fault. ”

I opened my mouth to explain, but I felt that I couldn't explain it—she must have thought that I remembered Wei Shu's poisoning on me, but in fact, I couldn't tell what I was thinking, as if it was just an action guided by my heart, and I hadn't thought about it in my head...... But because it was an unthought out, it was more representative of my subconscious thoughts.

Perhaps, even I didn't notice it, and I didn't want to admit it: in fact, deep in my heart, there were more or less resentments, but I was taught to bury it deeply in the past, but at this sudden time, it suddenly exploded.

And am I complaining about Wei Shu, or is she really the root?

When he was stunned, he was shocked by the world, and the storyteller changed his words and talked about current affairs.

I got up and walked to the window, I couldn't bear to see her silent drinking, so I had to pretend to be interested in commenting on the books in the hall, deliberately avoiding the stagnant atmosphere of this moment.

However, the storyteller sighed heavily and said, "...... And said that the emperor family who was deeply affected by Long's grace, the lord was only three days, and he suffered a great disaster, the master of the Fu family was old and weak, overworked so that the old disease attacked, and suddenly returned to the west, and the heir was also overwhelmed, tired and sick, and now mourned for it, and the court was in January to mourn the emperor, but also to pursue "Wende", and enjoy the glory. It's just that for the Fu family, I'm afraid it's better not to mourn - oh! The red things have not stopped, and the white things have been welcomed, whining and mourning, don't you hear that the blessings and blessings are leaning on, the blessings and disasters are lurking, the things in this world are really teaching people to sigh! ”

The sound of comments from everyone in the audience had already passed away in my ears, and from the storyteller's shaking head and adding fuel and vinegar to the comments, only one thought was left in my mind: the emperor's master Yunchong, the mother of the prince, the minister who had always been relied on by the emperor, died.

I remember that when I went to the recruitment, she still looked unfathomable, her spirit was shimmering, she didn't see her old age, and she didn't look like a sick person at all.

How can a good person die?

I can't help but wonder if what the storyteller is telling is true.

Just looking at the looks of the other diners, as if they had known this for a long time, they didn't think it was strange, and I couldn't believe it.

The so-called red things have not stopped, which means that Wei Shu has just entered the door...... Wait, Wei Shu?

I couldn't help but think of the man who was proficient in the art of disambiguation, the appearance of a peach and a plum, but with a cold eyes, maybe that look was just aimed at me alone.

Do the people of the Fu family know that the groom they welcome is not only a skilled doctor, but also a good hand at using poison?

And is Fu Yunchong's death directly related to Wei Shu?

What disturbed me even more was that Fu Yunchong's death was too sudden, and the emperor's decree to strike the dynasty for January was too coincidental......

I quietly turned my head to see Kwong Xixi's face, but she was staring at me intently, and when I turned my head, I met her gaze, and there was no way to hide, no way to avoid it—she must have seen the surprise and hesitation in my eyes, just as I could see the clarity and hurt in her eyes.

…… It's like a long-planned conspiracy.

looked at each other for a moment, but she couldn't bear it first, turned her eyes lightly, raised her hand and put a full glass of wine into her throat; My heart sank quietly.

There was a sudden silence in the private room, and the warmth and sweetness of the previous one was long gone. 166 Reading Network