She straightened up, disapproving, "Why waste such a good time?" ”

Wei Ling bowed his head, "The concubine does not seek to be rich and noble, but only to live a stable life, the Marquis of Dingyuan is high and powerful, and the concubine does not dare to serve the left and right." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

When she heard this, she pretended to regret and said, "Marquis Dingyuan returned from Quanzhou this time, I'm afraid it will not be easy to re-enter the noble circle of the capital, and his position is high, so I'm afraid I won't be able to talk about it again." ”

Wei Ling didn't know that she said these bold words, and suddenly her heart was even more timid, and her head was lower, but she thought about it carefully, who dared to say these words behind the back of Dingyuan Marquis, probably a high-ranking and powerful person, but the Lang Jun in front of him was blindfolded, and his face was no longer real, but he was just graceful and luxurious, but he couldn't deceive people.

If this is the case, there is naturally no need to be afraid of Dingyuanhou.

Wei Ling was a little bolder, raised his head slightly, and his eyes flashed with curiosity, "Is that really the case?" ”

She looked at Wei Ling, her eyes deepened, and she hooked the corners of her mouth, "The news of this Fengjin Pavilion circulates so fast, haven't you heard a trace of rumors?" ”

Wei Ling thought about it carefully, nodded slightly, as if he was guided, "I've heard it, but the concubine doesn't believe it, those people say that the Marquis of Dingyuan was transferred back from Quanzhou because of the suspicion of the saint." ”

Those people? But I don't know who it is.

She added, "Suspicion is not enough, there are just some scruples." ”

After speaking, she looked at Wei Ling, very encouraging, raised her eyebrows, although covered with a white veil, it seemed to be secretly sending Qiubo, Wei Ling's face was red, and her brain was hot, so she continued, "Those people once said that later the Holy Lord sent generals to Quanzhou, but his soldiers did not want to listen to the words of the new generals, looking at it this way, the authority of the Marquis of Dingyuan is very great!" ”

After listening to what Wei Ling said, she chuckled, but they didn't understand, the more authoritative they were, the more they were accomplished, the soldiers put the generals in their eyes, and they didn't take the words of the saint properly, how could they not make the saint angry.

It seems that there is such an incident, and the days when Dingyuan Hou comes back are not very good.

When Wei Ling saw that she didn't speak, he thought she was angry, so he glanced at her timidly, and when he saw that she was distracted, he didn't dare to disturb again.

She came back to her senses, glanced at Wei Ling, and said lazily, "Let's have another song of mountains and flowing water!" ”

Wei Ling answered, answered yes, and continued to pluck the strings with his fingers.

When she left, there was no twenty taels of silver, and if it was really this Fengjin Pavilion, only nobles could enter, some of them were too much silver, and they went in once, and when they came out, they had nothing.

But fortunately, this trip achieved its goal and got what she wanted.

When she returned to Yangqiao Lane in the carriage, she felt relaxed, just because she had become a poor and white person again.

At that time, living in the palace was not obvious, and the glory and wealth were not important, and when I had to worry about life, I realized how hard it was to be an ordinary person.

There are only 500 copper coins on his body, and I don't know how many days I can last.

Dingyuan Marquis Mansion.

The long scroll was spread on the table, and when the last bamboo stroke was finished, he took the pen, and when the ink on the scroll had dried, he put the pen aside, "Has my father ever returned?" ”

Yanyu replied, "Not yet." ”

Since Dingyuan Hou returned to Changle Mansion from Quanzhou, he was summoned into the palace at the beginning of the day, and was put back in the palace at sunset, saying that there was no need to believe anything important to discuss, for fear that he would just return to Changle Mansion and interact with many powerful people.

As for the generals sent to Quanzhou a few days ago, they came over with an urgent report of 300 miles on two days, saying that the soldiers did not want to listen to the new general, and only wanted to let the Marquis of Dingyuan go back.

When he heard the news, he was slightly sarcastic, it would take two days to get from here to Quanzhou, and how could he rush three hundred miles in two days, unless the messenger flew over.

Clear-eyed people can see that they just don't believe in the saint, not only forced Dingyuan Hou to stay in the palace on the grounds of finding someone to drink with him, but also took this opportunity to reprimand Dingyuan Hou, and made Dingyuan Marquis face in front of many ministers.

But even so, the Marquis of Dingyuan can't choke with the saint.

Today's saints like to drink the most, and they don't allow others to drink without getting drunk, and when they get drunk, they will grab people and cut off their heads casually.

When the news came from the palace, he didn't have any reaction, but at this moment, he suddenly asked about the Marquis of Dingyuan, but Yanyu didn't understand what he meant.

Yan Yu secretly pondered in his heart, and said, "The prince is looking for the marquis?" If there is something to wait for Hou Ye to come back, please ask Hou Ye to come over. ”

Who knew that he turned around, but said again, "No." ”

Yan Yu's words were blocked in her heart, and she didn't know what to say.

It seems that the prince of the world is extremely disappointed in Hou Ye, if the incident four years ago had not happened, although the father and son were not intimate, they would not have been able to get to such a strange situation.

Ke Yanyu is an outsider, although he thinks about it in his heart, he can't say it.

Yanyu wanted to collect the green bamboo on the table, but Lu Qingli held down the corner of the painting, and Yanyu didn't know why, so she had to retreat.

Lu Qingli glanced at the green bamboo in the painting, and could still peek into something else from the painting.

The woman in the painting stood next to the green bamboo, combing the knots of the green bamboo one by one, and asked him with a smile, how tall can this bamboo grow?

He sat in a wheelchair and looked up at the green bamboo, the top of which looked up from the bottom up, as if it could go straight into the sky, and he replied that it would not grow any longer.

They've grown tall enough.

It's like they were at that time, no one knows what will happen in the future?

But now, he has been informed of this ending for four years, what can four years change?

When people are gone, nothing can be changed.

He reached out and grabbed the painting, held it into a ball of paper, and waited for a moment before tearing it apart with both hands.

Yan Yu stood behind him, not saying a word.

Everyone in the world said that the prince of the Yuanhou Mansion was as cold as the moon on the horizon, and it was unattainable, but who would have thought that there were still things in this world that he wanted to leave behind, but there were still other things, more important than these.

What is not enough for him to give up is the responsibility on his back, even if he is crushed and crushed to death, he cannot give it up.

Yan Yu felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart.

A servant came in from outside and whispered, "Shizi, Master Hou wants to see you." ”

Lu Qingli didn't look back, but answered softly.

Yan Yu sent the servants in front of the door away, and then asked, "Shizi, do you want to go over?" ”

"In the past." He was in a wheelchair, and his legs were cold and out of heat.

Yan Yu knew about it, went to the inner room and took the cloak out, and carefully covered him tightly, and then pushed him out of the study.

Speaking of which, since the Marquis of Dingyuan came to the capital, they have not seen each other, and no one wants to see anyone, and the deeper the estrangement they see, the more like the calm before the storm.

In this late autumn and September, it makes people's flesh and bones stiff more and more. (To be continued.) )