"Let's go" After two reincarnations, seeing him who was still young, Nalan Qi felt a kind of melancholy after the initial excitement, she put down the sedan curtain, covered her mouth and said. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Miss, Mr. Ziyan is coming out soon." Qiu Ju looked at her young lady with a surprised expression.

"yes, I know." Nalan Qi tilted his head slightly and glanced at Qiu Ju.

She rubbed the embroidered juanpa in her hand, as if thinking about something, and after a few seconds of rest, she commanded softly: "Qiu Ju, you go around the back door of Ziyan's study, and take this piece of Hetian Meiyu carved for me by my father as a painting of Mr. Ziyan's calligraphy." ”

As he spoke, he quickly took off the jade from his waist and handed it to Qiu Ju.

"Miss, don't you want the slave to go on credit? The slave maid heard that Mr. Ziyan painted a thousand gold. Qiu Ju exhaled softly in disbelief, her face a little embarrassed. But I saw that my young lady was still sitting quietly on the side, and she didn't talk. Finally, he flattened his mouth and reluctantly jumped out of the carriage.

Within a moment, she came back empty-handed, with joy on her face.

"Miss, the slave looks at Mr. Ziyan as a wonderful person." Qiu Ju jumped back to the sedan chair step by step, hurriedly approached Nalan Qi's side, and said in a low voice.

The slave maid passed the lady's meaning to Mr. Ziyan's maid, and the maid was a knowledgeable person, and when she saw the material of the jade pendant, she hurriedly passed the word for the slave maid. Within half a pillar of incense, they came out and replied, saying that although there were no ready-made ink treasures, they were willing to make a pair for us. ”

Qiu Ju paused when she said this, and touched her hair bun a little uncomfortably and hesitantly.

"Miss, the maid passed the word for their husband, saying that Meiyu didn't need to be staked, and she would see you again in the future, and then we would talk about the reward. The slave and maid were afraid that he would change his fortune, so they did not ask you for advice, and took the initiative to make up their own minds. The maid told us to wait for half an hour at the corner of the street. ”

"Yo, Qiu Ju will still make decisions now. The eldest lady often taught me that such a maid should be punished. Nalan Qi looked Qiu Ju up and down a few times before he smiled and teased, with a sense of satisfaction in his tone. Then go to the corner and wait for a while. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, my master, Mr. Ziyan, is in a hurry, it's really abrupt." The boy in green shirt, who had been standing silently in the study, suddenly spoke, and the increasingly noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

"Master has asked me to come up with an anagram for you, and the first person to answer will be the first to answer it, and we will grant you a reasonable request. Listen, everybody."

The scholar coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and swept the crowd with his dark and shiny eyes before speaking.

"Come downstairs, the money is gone; Ask the heavens, where are the people; hated the king and grandson, and went all the way; Wrongdoers, words are hard to stay; I regret that I missed my mouth; There is a hand-in, but there is no hand-in; Why should there be soap, and there is no knife to separate; From now on, don't rely on the enemy, and a thousand words of lovesickness will be wiped out. ”

The immature but calm voice and the sound of the rain echoed through the streets.

For a moment, Nalan Qi felt that he was in the middle of nothingness. It seems to have gone back to December many years ago, back to the days of studying in the study.

On those snowy days, she sat in the corner of the house, watching the man leaning against the window and listening to the man reciting poetry. Although the wind was blowing outside the window and the snow was fluttering, she only felt like she had tasted a cup of hot tea, and her heart was warm.

"The little woman is not talented, she knows the answer, and the riddle is one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety." A somewhat abrupt timid female voice interrupted Nalan Qi's memories.

"Miss, how can this voice sound so familiar? Hey, I remember, it's not the little girl we met earlier. Qiu Ju exclaimed.