Xia Yejin is writing hard at the desk. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was raining outside, and a white copy on the desk was already densely filled with words, crooked, and at first glance it looked like countless ants crawling.

In fact, she can't be blamed for this, it is indeed slightly difficult for a modern person who has no foundation at all to write good calligraphy, especially a dead house like Xia Yejin who can only play games and fight monsters to upgrade.

It was difficult, but she had to write again.

On the Bogu shelf, there is a brocade box just sent by Li Linlang and Chen Zilong, and there is a good Biluochun inside, once again expressing their gratitude to Xia Yejin for saving their lives, and also saying goodbye - they decided to follow Mr. Li and his wife to return to their hometowns and return to the mountains.

And the so-called rogues who quietly infiltrated the city were beaten by the Qian family's guards that night. Xia Yejin didn't understand why Wang Zhong had defected to Li Zicheng, but according to the reliable information she received, King Li Chuang was furious because of his unauthorized invasion of Shaoxing Mansion, and what happened next could only depend on his luck.

In the midst of the turmoil, almost everything followed the trajectory of the given fate of Gong Chen, and this time there was finally no more deviance, except for Qian Yi.

When will he reunite with Xie Xiuyan and harvest this marriage that belongs to him?

Xia Yejin didn't know, but she couldn't wait that long.

In these days, when she was settling the accounts, she finally realized why so many people like to read strong women's cool articles, and the feeling of having a golden finger and an unpredictable prophet is really good! Okay, she was a little reluctant to leave.

So she put it off again and again, wondering why Gong Chenshi didn't pick her up, but on the other hand, she directly ignored the fact that she could also take the initiative to summon Gong Chenshi's function after the task was completed.

During this time, in addition to reading the ledger, she also desperately recalled her historical knowledge that she had forgotten about the same, and recorded the big and small things that would happen next, and the unexpected risks, all in euphemistic sentences in detail.

Although Qian Yi's final ending was happy and happy, Xia Yejin was still a little relieved, she really didn't want the next turbulent world to become a variable for Qian Yi to embark on the established road of happiness. Whether it's business or life, she doesn't want another accident.

Xia Yejin has always felt that she is quite selfish, but to what extent can this selfishness reach? She thought that she probably left something for Qian Yi after she left.

Qian Yi is her strategic target this time.

If you can, if you can really do it with your own strength, you don't want to be able to completely clear the obstacles, but I hope to be able to do a little bit to help him take this road of happiness a little smoother, a little smoother.

On the round table of Nanmu, there were also red date cakes and a cup of white fungus lotus seed soup sent by Qian Yi this morning, "You are afraid of the cold and eat more glutinous and soft things" He looked at Xia Yejin and said it confidently.

Recently, his words have become a lot less, but in the face of Xia Yejin, he has become more and more arrogant, he likes to control what she eats and what she doesn't eat, although there are still discussions on business matters, but he always deducts time to let her rest more, and always likes to ask her why she eats at home all day but never gets fat.

With this look, how should she say goodbye?

Or, just walk away and don't say goodbye. When he finished writing the last word, Xia Yejin thought. Perhaps because this mission was too comfortable and bland, she couldn't say goodbye.

The rain was much lighter.

The camphor branches and leaves in the courtyard are verdant and swaying in the wind.

When Xia Yejin walked out of the house, the rain had stopped, she stopped and turned around, took one last look at the mansion where she had lived for a long time, and then went out and locked it, trying to freeze all her memories in place with this courtyard.

If only the house could be taken away, she thought. The obsession is so deep, I don't know if it's because I can sell it for money or something else.

It's a pity that I didn't take two steps before I saw a person leaning obliquely at the entrance of the alley in front of me.

Qian Yi leaned on the edge of the stone wall with his arms crossed, the green moss snaking wantonly behind him, and when he saw Xia Yejin, he walked over slowly, "If you want to leave, you won't say goodbye, this is too unkind, right?" He looked at her with a grim smile on his face.

In the depths of the alley, out of nowhere, a piece of string music floated out, the music was quiet and melodious. I'm afraid that a certain boudoir woman holds the piano and practices singing, disturbing the rain in early spring and disturbing the colorful falling flowers in a place, whose old dream.

"Money benefits me ......"

Knowing that she was at a loss, Xia Yejin didn't know how to answer.

"I know, you're going home, there's someone waiting for you at home......" Qian Yi looked at her with a smile, and his face still had the same look on his face as when he first met.

As if he didn't care about anything, as if no one mattered to him.

It rained all night, the polished bluestone slab under his feet was wet, the water was gurgling in the dark ditch, and the two stood opposite each other, dumb and dumb, and they realized that hundreds of thousands of years had passed.

"Are you free? Come with me somewhere. ”

Xia Yejin finally raised her head and met the pair of black and white eyes that were clear and clear.

Since you are already selfish, you should simply be more selfish.

When Xia Yejin and Qian Yi arrived in Beiping Mansion, it had just snowed heavily.

The war outside the customs was tense, and Beiping City was naturally affected. The Spring Festival has been cancelled, but many scholars who have been in Beijing since the middle of last year to take the exam are still stranded in Beijing, and the roads are blocked by heavy snow, wars and famines, and they can only stay in Beijing.

There was a commotion around, and there was everyone. Qian Yi took Xia Yejin to a teahouse on the side of Yangmeizhu Street and sat down.

The scale of this teahouse is not small, divided upstairs and downstairs, but I don't know if it's too cold, but there are not many tea customers, the lobby is deserted, and there are only a few people sitting vaguely.

Qian Yi didn't seem to care much about Xia Yejin's absent-minded appearance since he stepped on this imperial city, he ordered a pot of tea and a few small plates of candied pastries, pushed it in front of her, raised his chin and motioned for her to eat more, and then stared at the somewhat pale pair on the pillar in the lobby of the teahouse in a daze.

"Are you particularly surprised that I came here for no reason?"

Xia Yejin took a sip of hot tea, and her eyes finally cleared up. Seeing that Qian Yi didn't speak all the way, he felt a little guilty, so he spoke up first.

Qian Yi shook his head, "It's not strange, you always have your own reasons for doing things." ”

He has always been stubborn, and everything he believes in has always been difficult to change. After the business became bigger, the rumors began to circulate about his young and scheming years, but he never paid much attention to it. Why should you care if you are an outsider? It's like he believes in Xia Yejin, so he has never had any doubts about what she did.

During the conversation, a man and a woman came to the door, the man was dressed as a scholar in a Confucian shirt, and the woman was sixteen or seventeen years old, with a thin waist and narrow shoulders, a ruddy face, and a three-stringed back, looking like a charlator who told stories and sang songs. (To be continued.) )