No matter how good Hu Shi is, his face changed when he heard it, "How did you say this?" Do you think I'm willing to let my daughter marry someone like this? ”

Now, it was Zhao Zishuo's turn to make a white face. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing Zhao Zishuo like this, Hu's daughter felt a pain in her heart, "Mother, don't say that." ”

Hu smiled bitterly at his daughter, "It's only because your father died early, and there is no brother who can stand up for you." Although I know that it is wrong to fulfill you, Su Niang is right, it is indeed my own selfishness, as a mother, I can't bear to see you sad day and night. That's it, since this matter has been bumped into by the people of the Zhao family, it is really providential, while it is still too late at this time, you and Zishuo will stop here, just take it as a dream for a few days, and from now on, men and women will have nothing to do with marriage. ”

"Aunt Hu, by all means. I have a sincere heart for Yanyan, and I am inseparable from this life and this life. Besides, how can you go back on what you have promised? Zhao Zishuo's face was full of eagerness, "I repeat, my own marriage, I can be the master, if my father and mother don't recognize Yanyan in the future, I won't recognize them either, just don't get along with each other when you die old." This is a lesson to be learned from heaven and earth, and we will never break our word. ”

After he finished speaking, he turned to face Zhao Qinghe and Xia Su, angry, "I don't know you well, why do you need to meddle in your affairs?" ”

Xia Su thought to herself, this is a joint singing.

Zhao Qinghe didn't have an idea, and looked at his half-brother very curiously, "Who said I want to take care of your business?" It's clear that I've been talking to Aunt Hu, and I don't even turn my eyes around you, so you don't have to come at me on purpose. ”

Zhao Zishuo was dumb for a moment.

This poor future champion, since there is an extra big brother in his life, the pride of the sky has become a dumpling in a hot pot, and everything is not going well, turning upside down at any time, and he is at a loss.

"However, since you want to reason with me, then I will not hesitate to give advice."

Can it be used in this way? Xia Su wanted to laugh again.

Zhao Qinghe began to "teach", "Who are you learning to be a blockbuster?" Good ones don't learn, non-learn things that don't look good. And you say it with a lot of affection, I only grieve for this mother and daughter, and I am not a girl from an improper background, a good woman from a good family who is obviously innocent, why can't you marry your parents and marry secretly? has the determination to go away and fly high, and has the courage to win the nod of his parents for his sweetheart, he is really a coward. If you want to learn from someone so much, it seems that in the end you will have to learn from him to abandon his wife and children, and in the end he will still go home to be an obedient son and marry a woman who is the right person. I just don't know if Aunt Hu's daughter will be as miserable as my mother in the future, and she will be lonely for thousands of miles and regret it for the rest of her life. Zhao Zishuo, before teaching others, take care of yourself, whether you are sincere or selfish, and figure it out before you become an infatuated ......"

The more Zhao Qinghe spoke, the more angry he became, Xia Su felt that the embankment was broken, knowing that he was the most hurt, and he experienced it personally, and said something from the bottom of his heart.

But Hu's daughter ran out crying, Zhao Zishuo was "taught" so that his face turned blue and red, if he hadn't been thinking about his sweetheart, Brother Jun would probably turn into a jackal, tiger and leopard in the next moment, instead of going out to chase the girl.

Xia Sulala pulled Zhao Qinghe's elbow, "Everyone's fate is different, just point to the end." ”

Zhao Qinghe's eyes with red silk lowered his sleeve to his hands, a faint wry smile, and he was immediately silent. However, he said enough to cause Hu's expression to be solemn and his eyes to be contemplative.

Xia Su sighed secretly, I was afraid that there was no one who even supported Zhao Zishuo.

She thinks that Zhao Qinghe is right, but Zhao Zishuo is not so bad.

A person who has been very obedient since birth, dares to chase back the girl he loves, dares to promise a lifetime of love, and dares to marry himself, which is actually commendable, although he is more impulsive and less thoughtful.

Hu Shi suddenly smiled, "Qinghe, what you say about a young man with little experience may be feasible, but it is not easy to move me." Zishuo and Yanyan sincerely promise each other, my family has a lot of money, and I can't spend it in a few lifetimes, so I don't need to worry about my in-laws at all, as long as my daughter is happy. People who don't know it think that the Zhao family's famous family is unattainable, but I don't think so, it's just a Longtan tiger's den, a deep swamp and mud. If it weren't for Zishuo Bidengke as an official, he wouldn't have stayed at home often-" The words were not finished, the meaning was deep, and the smile turned cold.

"Why doesn't Aunt Hu believe me?" Zhao Qinghe didn't seem to be angry, "I have no intention of breaking up a good relationship, and I am even willing to help the two." You mentioned last time, Zhao Mansion has a hidden pool of invisible light, if you are not careful, you will be swept into it, and it may be a blessing to leave, and now it is said that Longtan Tiger's Den, swamp mud deep pool. Sure enough, it was in vain for me to come and ask Aunt Hu what she meant. ”

The corners of Hu's eyes narrowed, and his expression suddenly realized, "It turns out that you are nosy about this." ”

Zhao Qinghe said, easy to say.

Xia Su didn't say a word, sat down, and slowly tasted tea, because the painter loves to watch, onlookers, and all kinds of views.

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The night sky is clear, there is no moon and stars, and the wind is light and warm.

On a rain shelter somewhere in the West Lake, there is a stall selling noodles, and the lights are clear.

The guests had just left, and it was quiet at this time.

The white-bearded boss not only sells noodles, but also sells paintings, so one by one, hanging them as fluffy buns, and suddenly elegant.

Xia Su sat alone in a corner, concentrating on eating a large bowl of meat noodles. Good noodles require good soup and good toppings, and this seemingly ordinary noodle stall is really unexpected. As for these uneven paintings, she was picky and just looked at them.

The fragrance of the face is self-inducing, and in less than a moment, a few guests who are traveling at night come in, order the food, and then go around the pavilion to look at the paintings, and laugh and comment on the good and bad.

Someone said, "Everyone, come and see, there is a painting inscribed by Mr. Keizan on this noodle stall, if it is true, can you still get it?" ”

The boss didn't care about laughing at himself, "Haha, the guests look at the excitement, if it's the real thing, what kind of noodle stall does the little old man have." ”

Xia Su looked over, it turned out that this painting was stacked with other paintings, and at this time, let those people turn to the front, so he didn't see it before. I saw it at this time, the seal inscription and the words are not very clear, but the painting is the Song style, the green and green color, far away from the mountains and dangerous waters, near the green slope of the small house riverside roadbank, the pattern is atmospheric, the color is rich, gorgeous and warm, it seems to be the brushwork that prevailed in the Royal Academy of Painting at that time.

She still only glanced at it, and continued to eat noodles with her head down, not because it was easy to distinguish between real and fake, but because the picture was too familiar and not interesting.

Another said, "This means that the painting on the ink is very rare to be like this." ”

"If you want to say that the art market is the hottest in recent years, it is Mr. Keizama who said that the paintings on the ink pipe, right? Because the emperor named him, the palace went out every year with a price, and the folk art dealers were like treasure hunts. Last year, a painting in the Jiangbei volume came to life, and it was rumored that the black and white competition was fierce, and there were dead people, and finally it was short-lived, and the whereabouts were unknown, and the price was only known to be 3,000 gold. "It's humane again.

"We don't have a chance to see the real thing, and the imitation painting is not bad." And humanity.

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Today's second update... (To be continued.) )