Six or seven handsome young men walked through the street with four carriages in their arms, and they were very conspicuous.

Approaching the New Year's Festival, more and more people are traveling, especially the ladies of rich and noble families.

Rao is there are many people on the street, and the Chen family has also attracted countless attention.

The teenagers were heroic, and the curtains lifted by the wind came from time to time with the laughter of women, as well as the swaying of gold and jade.

Pedestrians on the street to avoid it.

"It's not yet the season when the snow is blooming, what is the Chen family's family traveling for?" Someone on the side of the road asked.

When the eunuchs travel, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble caused by some people who are not long-sighted, the cars have emblems on the horses.

Ordinary people can't recognize it, but the rich and noble families and some people who have read books or have the heart to cling to the wealth, or make a living by making a living, are naturally familiar with it.

The Chen family's men and horses were quickly recognized.

On the road, the cars and horses avoided much faster.

"Maybe it's for the Yellow Sparrow?" Someone said seriously.

There was a lot of laughter all around.

Chen Xianggong's good yellow finch has become a well-known thing in the capital.

Yellow finch this kind of wild thing, has always been just the countryside coarse people to talk about to relieve meat cravings and use, never on the elegant hall, since the Chen family made a good yellow sparrow, all restaurants in Beijing have also heard the wind to follow suit, but there is nothing unusual to eat.

Some people who have tasted the Chen's yellow finch pointed out that the Chen's yellow finch has a secret recipe, which arouses everyone's curiosity.

Chen Xianggong's name is also getting louder and louder.

It is rumored that a restaurant spends a thousand dollars to buy the secret recipe of the Chen family's yellow birds.

This joke was appropriate and interesting, and Qin Langjun in the crowd also laughed and turned his head to look at Liulang.

"You're a funny cousin." He said.

Saturday Lang's smiling face suddenly pulled down.

"You really are. All I have in my heart is her. That is, I heard it. What would you do if someone else heard? He snorted.

Qin Langjun just laughed.

"As it should be, it will be as it is." He said, smiling, "It's a pity, in fact, you old Shaanxi Zhou, you should have changed your name to Zhou Huangque, but you were preempted by this Chen family." ”

Saturday Lang frowned.

"What's this for?" He asked. Urging the horse forward.

Qin Langjun urged the horse to catch up.

"Do you think Chen Qi'er is her real surname Chen?" He said, flicking the reins, "If you don't eat in the morning, don't eat in the evening, your cousin will start eating when she enters the door, don't forget, the little fried food girl you snatched." ”

Little fried food girl...

Fried food...

It was the lady who taught me, it was the lady who taught me...

It was made by the lady..., it was earned by the lady to see a doctor, and it was the lady who taught me......

It's her again!

Liuliulang's face was condensed. Tightened his grip on the whip, apparently thinking of it too.

"Gluttonous!" He said slowly.

"Exquisite." Qin Langjun added. "No matter where you are, you can be at ease, and your pen will be full of flowers."

Saturday Lang turned his head to look at him.

Qin Langjun raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"That's right, she's that, that's good." He said, "You have to be proud to have such a sister." ”

Saturday turned the horse's head.

"Don't go to enjoy the plum blossoms, what's so beautiful about the dead trees and old branches, women love to see them, I'll go hunting mountains." He said, urging the horse away.

The capital, the suburbs of Bali Town, is where the temple is stopped, at this time the temple is full of tourists, laughter and noisy.

“…… The immortal threw down the peach pit, turned around and flew away, and then everyone noticed that they were busy shouting, and stopped, and stopped, but it was still too late...."A young man Lang Jun said with a smile, "Therefore, only this one and stop the temple are left." ”

The surrounding women nodded and smiled.

"Fourth brother, what you said is boring, this and stop the temple is the first to have a monument and then a temple, this monument also has a great history... This monument....hey? Another teenager hurriedly said, while speaking, while looking at the sisters and brothers around him, he stopped talking, "What about Mrs. Cheng?" ”

Everyone was busy looking, and sure enough, they didn't see the woman with the green cloak and hood.

"And Danniang went over there to see the Buddha statue." A daughter said.

The teenagers turned their heads to look where she was pointing.

"We're going, we're going." They said in unison.

Several women reached out and grabbed them.

"Brother Twelve, you haven't finished talking yet." They shouted.

"There's nothing to talk about, these people in the capital all know the Dao, you can just inquire about it." A teenager said.

These words caused a burst of boos from the women, and the laughter of laughter and laughter became a lot, attracting countless eyes from all around.

At this time, the west side of the hall, the liveliness of the courtyard was isolated a lot.

"Sister, come and see, the Buddha statues here are so scary." Danniang said happily, running in front of her.

Behind her, Cheng Jiaoniang walked slowly, followed by the maidservant next to her.

There were also four or five people in the side hall, and when they heard the movement, they saw that it was a female dependent, so they all politely withdrew their gaze.

The civilization in Beijing is about to meet the New Year, and the female dependents travel a lot, covering the fence in the summer, and covering their faces with hoods in the winter.

Danniang was dedicated to looking at the Buddha statue, but Cheng Jianniang's eyes fell on the west wall.

Unlike the other rooms where the Dharma Protector Vajra stood on the side, the walls here were empty and snow-white, and there was a row of pen and ink in the corner.

"That's for literati and wanderers to write poems." The handmaid whispered.

As they spoke, there was a burst of laughter among the four or five people over there.

"Brother Qinglin, good poetry, good poetry."

With the laughter of the crowd, a man put down his pen and looked at the poem written on the wall again.

"Offering ugliness, offering ugliness."

Compliments and modesty complement each other.

This excitement made Danniang turn around, and when she saw Cheng Jianniang and the maidservant walking towards the wall over there, she hurriedly followed.

Looking closer, there are a few poems scattered on the walls.

"Sister, do you want to compose poems too?" She asked, pulling Cheng Jianniang's sleeve.

A few people who were laughing over there looked at it again, although they couldn't see the description clearly, but looking at the woman's bearing and extraordinary clothes, she must be a rich and noble family.

Wealthy families raise women who are also literate and literate, and many of them are proficient in poetry and literature, such as the second mother of the Li family in Anzhou, who is famous for her literature.

It's also interesting to meet a woman who can recite poetry.

"I won't." Cheng Jianniang said, looking at the maidservant, "Read." ”

The maidservant answered, from left to right, whispering the poem on the wall.

It turned out to be an illiterate one.

A few people here retracted their gaze, a little distracted, what a pity.

So, how can a talented woman be easily encountered.

"I know it, I recognize it." Danniang smiled and rushed to take the voice of the maid and recite the poem.

Cheng Jianniang listened quietly.

"Lady, how's that?" The maidservant asked.

"I don't know how to write poetry, I don't know." Cheng Jianniang said.

"I will, I will, grandpa taught me." Danniang grinned with her face in her hands, looking at the wall with a lot of white space.

The New Year and the plum blossoms in the temple are in full bloom, which is the most lively time, and it is also the time when the literati and ink writers are the most, so at this time, the wall is painted and newly painted, and when it comes to the future, this wall must have been written.

"Very good, I can write, you make poems, I inscribe, how?" Cheng Jianniang said, looking at the pink wall, she only felt her heart stirring.

She has been practicing calligraphy with her hands and branches for a long time, and she doesn't know if she may pick up the pen and write it?

"Yes, yes." Danniang nodded happily.

Childlike and innocent, he only knows how to express his heart directly, but he doesn't know what humility is.

It turned out to be a naughty boy to frolic, and several people over there looked at each other and smiled.

"So let's go and enjoy the plums." They said, talking and laughing at the poems that came out the back door. (To be continued......)