Feng Ling looked at her all the way, and Chang'anfang City taught her to be surprised, and many Tang women did not wear Mi fence hats, and generously exposed their faces and hair, to meet the approving eyes of people from all over the place. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info man is also bold, dare to take his eyes straight to look at the beautiful woman passing by, such a gaze Feng Ling has suffered many times when crossing the West Market.

In front of the restaurant, there is a tall orchid with red hair and white skin, dancing in the street, trying her best to show passers-by her weak and boneless waist, and inviting passers-by to buy drunkenness.

The men on the road, whether they were scribes in round-necked robes or warriors in bearded clothes with narrow sleeves and lapels, hung their swords from their waists, and their scabbards were either ornate and precious or simple and ancient. Feng Ling couldn't help but think of Liu Shuang, and when he was in Shazhou, he always liked to hang a long sword on his waist that he didn't like, which was originally the style of Chang'an.

In the prosperity of the West Market, Feng Ling and Han Shilang didn't have time to look at each other, and then went down, the camel and horse team gradually thinned out, and the warm atmosphere slowly faded behind them. At present, a square road wide enough for eight horse-drawn carriages to run parallel is horizontal, and the tall stone gate of Huaiyuan Fang is on the other side of the road.

The location of Huaiyuanfang is quite subtle, sandwiched between Yankangfang, the former residence of King Wei, and Chonghuafang, a Hu settlement. On the one hand, there is the barrenness and loneliness of the empty building of the court losers, and on the other hand, there is a noisy and joyful market, and the Huaiyuan Fang in the middle is so not embarrassed or embarrassed to exist, neither far away from the temple and humiliation, nor away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

Feng Ling was looking around the door, but she felt that someone under the door was probing her brain. She glanced over and saw that it were two decent servants. Seeing her look over, the older servant stepped forward generously and asked her, "Dare to ask the lady if her surname is Gu?" ”

Feng Ling looked at him noncommittally, and the old servant pressed down again: "But Gu Niangzi from Shazhou?" ”

The wind spirit nodded hesitantly.

The one behind the old servant was happy, and stepped forward to salute the wind spirit: "The lady is well, and she has been tired all the way." ”

Feng Ling and Han Shilang glanced at each other, and she asked with a smile, "Do you recognize me?" ”

The old servant hurriedly followed suit, "Lady, don't be weird." Two days ago, a businessman came to the house to spread the word, saying that my family Ah Lang will return to Beijing soon, met on the way, sent him to report a letter first, because he brought his wife and son to return together, so that the good teacher learned that he would sweep the courtyard and place the bedroom. ”

As he spoke, he glanced behind Feng Ling, "Why don't you see Ah Lang?" ”

Feng Ling's heart moved, only as a martial artist was careless, and he didn't want to delay but could think so thoughtfully for her. She didn't know whether to tell his family about the detention of the soldiers, so she took out the letters in her bag and showed them to the old servant.

The old servant knew how to read, read every word, his face changed a few times, and he was slightly stunned for a few breaths at the letter, then raised his head and said to Feng Ling: "The lady has arrived, let's go home and talk." ”

The younger servant hurriedly took the reins from Feng Ling's hand, led the horse for her, and walked behind with Han Shilang, asking him questions about each other.

"The old slave's surname is He." The old servant reluctantly smiled, and said to Feng Ling: "Ah Lang has already stated in his letter that he and his wife are still short of the Dian Yan ceremony. It doesn't matter, Ah Lang Jiye is here, and he should have returned to Chang'an to make a gift. If the lady doesn't give up, she might as well leave it to the old slave to handle it and wait for Ah Lang...... When he returned from the military department, it happened to be a courtesy. ”

"What's the matter?" The wind spirit smiled and replied.

"I can't help it, I can't help it, how can I give a gift to the old slave." He stewards hurriedly turned sideways to dodge. Although he was worried about his own Ah Lang's situation, he was happy for him again, Ah Lang stood up, the family was still empty, and now he saw that there would be a master mother in the house, which was complete.

After talking and greetings, they arrived at the door of the house. No matter how ordinary the house, there is not even a plaque on the lintel, if it weren't for the steward's calling, the wind spirit would almost ignore the door of the house and walk straight away from the door.

Although the house is ordinary, it is also the specification of a serious official private house, there are horse piles and stone steps in front of the door, the door is open, and the four hooves of the horse carved in stone on the shadow wall take off, which not only shows that the head of the house is a military attaché, but also takes the auspicious meaning of "horse to success".

Feng Ling walked to the shadow wall, and suddenly a thought moved in his heart: he is also a serious official rank, and there are naturally few people in the house to serve her, although she is not from the official family, but she has also made friends and seen a lot, which family does not have a few noble concubines and beautiful concubines. Turning around this shadow wall, I am afraid that some concubines and the like will come forward to greet me, how should I face this.

She secretly had a numb scalp and froze forward, and Steward He urged from the side: "Lady enter the house." She had no choice but to stiffen her head and walk across the shadow wall and towards the front yard.

There were some people in the front yard, and the wind spirit hung his heart, and looked at them one by one according to the instructions of the manager: two short brown healthy servants, who raised horses and drove cars; two honest and dutiful handymen, doing some miscellaneous work of sprinkling and sweeping repairs; A boy of fifteen or sixteen, who specializes in working in the study; There are also two rough servants, both of whom are domestic servants, who are about to do some delicate work such as wiping mortar and washing and cooking.

Feng Ling looked around, received a round of salutes, but did not see a servant, she swept it all over, but still did not see. She suddenly laughed dumbly, and secretly laughed at herself: What is this thinking nonsense, this house is so simple and tight, and there are only a few simple servants, not to mention concubines, except for two servants, not even a maid.

Steward He brought her into the backyard, and there were two into three rooms, the main house and the left and right wings, with two small courtyards in the east and west, the servants in the west courtyard lived, and the east courtyard was idle, that is, the whole house.

Along the way, many post houses are more generous than this house, and there is no need to compare with the Gu Mansion in Yuhang. Feng Ling didn't care about this, if this mansion was not there, it would be just a place for her to live.

After receiving the message, those people in the family waited solemnly, thinking that after the wind spirit arrived, they would have several carts of bags, a large basket of rules, and another handmaid and the like. But I didn't want her to brought, but a horse and a bag, but it was very relaxed, and no one had to be busy. Although the hearts of the people were somewhat empty, they were also happy and relaxed, and they did not have to be busy for a few days.

When she was free, she gathered around to grind her teeth, and the woman was a good thing, even if she whispered about the origin of the wind spirit. Because she is plain and unpretentious, and she doesn't see anything valuable, she unanimously insists that she must be from a small family, and when she sees everything in a novel form, she can't help but have some contempt.

Until the little boy who raised the horse ran out and exclaimed: "What the lady is riding is the 'Ujin' that is rare among the Dawan horses, and a horse can reach our house, but I am afraid that there are many more." ”

Only then did everyone re-examine and guess her origin. (To be continued.) )