On this day, in Wang Jin's heart, Jiang Qingliu's first letter finally came. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing off the guards, she couldn't wait to go back to her room and open the envelope.

It's still a few pages, but Jiang Qingliu is in a hurry this time, and he rarely stops halfway, so he hasn't seen or heard much, but he has written a lot of sour love words.

Translated into this, it is actually that I miss you so much, I think about it when I eat, I think about it when I drink water, and I think about you in my dreams, and I can't help but blush when I see Wang Jin, and I sigh softly in my heart: This person is really getting more and more shameless!

A few pages were quickly read.

"It's all FJ!" She sighed, it's only been five or six days, how can he go so fast.

There was also a small package sent with the letter, what would it be this time? She glanced at the gifts sent by Jiang Qingliu in the house, expecting and a little nervous.

Carefully unwrapping the extremely tight cotton cloth of the outer bread, a delicate beauty fan appeared in front of him.

Sandalwood fan handle, silk fan surface, the brushstrokes on it are very delicate to draw a happy and disgusting, powdery face with a smile on the face.

The amiable apricot eyes and shallow dimples in that sweet smile are exactly what she looks like.

There are also two words embroidered on the fan: Si Jin.

Wang Jin's heart was as sweet as drinking honey, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and he held the fan in his hand and admired it carefully.

Suddenly, she noticed a strange dent at the top of the handle of the fan, so she tried to fiddle with it with her hands, and sure enough, a small lid fell on the table, revealing the paper roll inside.

Pulling out the paper roll and spreading it out on the table, Wang Jian couldn't help but be stunned, and then the joy in his eyes became stronger, and he almost laughed out loud.

"Jin'er is so smart, she must have discovered the secret in the handle of the fan. I miss you very much, and I can't help but worry that Jin'er will forget me, so I specially sent a self-portrait to send lovesickness. ”

The paper is two palms in size, with a scholar and a bush of flowers drawn with a sapphire pen under the small print.

The scholar has a tall posture, wears a jade crown, and has a Tsinghua temperament, which is Jiang Qingliu.

He was looking at the cluster of flowers in front of him, looking happy and melancholy.

What kind of flower is that?

Wang Jin stared at the bush of flowers for a long time, and suddenly remembered something and looked at the windowsill.

There is a one-foot-high green plant there, which was sent by Jiang Qingliu before, and it is the hibiscus peony in the north. She remembered the flowers, which were exactly the same as they had been painted.

There are also a few small words on the side of the portrait: Jiang Lang is thin.

-- Si Jin Jianglang is thin.

Wang Jin's heart was both sweet and distressed, and he couldn't help but worry about whether he had really lost weight, whether his body could bear the hard work of the journey, and couldn't help but regret that he didn't remind him a few more words in the letter he wrote before.

She looked at Jiang Qingliu on the painting, her heart was full of thoughts and worries, and she didn't think about tea and dinner in the next few days, and she tasted the taste of **** bone erosion.

On the twenty-eighth day, Wang Jin thought about what Mingzhu had entrusted him, and in the afternoon, he estimated that the time was almost there, so he changed into a goose-yellow dress, which was neither rude nor public.

Not long after, Yuzhu, dressed in green, arrived at the door of the house in a carriage.

"The young lady was left in the wedding hall by Mrs. to watch the ceremony, so she asked Yuzhu to come and pick up the girl." Yuzhu explained.

"It's okay, let's go." Wang Jin greeted Chen and got into the carriage.

When they arrived at the Feng family's mansion, the little maid who greeted the guests at the door obviously recognized Yuzhu, and enthusiastically led the two of them in, and walked through the Wulang Garden with ease to the place where the female dependents set up a banquet.

Mingzhu stood on the side of the road and looked up, and immediately beckoned when she saw their figures.

"Jin'er, I'm really sorry, I originally planned to pick you up in person, but there are a lot of people here today, and my mother pulled me to see me one by one early, and I can't get out." Mingzhu said apologetically.

"It's okay." Wang Jian smiled slightly.

The banquet is placed in the garden, and the lights are everywhere, and the people with various snacks and snacks are shuttling non-stop, which is very lively. There was also a high stage in front of the banquet table, thinking that the Feng family specially invited the troupe to help the fun.

"It's so hilarious!" She couldn't help but say.

"This new daughter-in-law of the Feng family is the daughter of the Liao family, the owner of Jasper Fang, and today she is carrying a dowry of ninety-nine eighty-one to enter the door, how can it not be lively." Mingzhu raised the corners of her mouth and said, a hint of irony flashing in her eyes.

"Sister Mingzhu, don't say that," Wang Jin smiled mischievously, "Uncle loves my sister so much, maybe my sister's dowry will be more than this in the future!" ”

Mingzhu pretended to be angry and said: "My father is reluctant, he has to leave it to Mao'er!" ”

"Is Brother Mao'er here too?" Wang Jin couldn't help but be curious, "I haven't seen him for a long time, so he should have grown a lot taller, right?" ”

"Here, that little naughty guy is with Daddy," she said, pointing to an arch in the courtyard wall, behind which there was some light shining through the dense foliage gaps, and there was a commotion from time to time, "The men are in the front yard. ”

Wang Jian nodded: "Okay, then I'll just watch you and not let you run through this door tonight." ”

Mingzhu's face flashed with a different color, and said with a smile: "Then it's all up to Sister Jin'er!" ”

After the banquet, Mingzhu originally asked Wang Jin to sit down together, but looking at the girls and ladies at the table of Yingying Yanyan, thinking that they must be introduced one by one when they sat down, they were a little afraid of trouble, so they asked Yuzhu to rest, and stood beside Mingzhu as a maid to serve and take care of it.

Mingzhu couldn't help her, so she had to follow her, but she didn't let her cook for herself like someone else.

A young lady wearing a Xiangfei-colored skirt noticed her movements, and couldn't help pouting, a touch of disdain flashed in her eyes.

Mrs. Zhu sat at the main table at the front, facing the stage, a little far away from them, and the lights were a little dim after all, making it difficult to see people's faces. Wang Jin was not worried, and stood aside leisurely, listening to the babbling music on the stage. After the meal was withdrawn, the tea and snacks were served, and I listened to the gossip and anecdotes of the ladies at the wine table around me, and I was also happy.

"Miss Liao entered the Feng family with so much dowry, I think the Feng family will definitely look up to her, and she should have a good life in the future." A young lady said with envy.

"That's it, eighty-one lifts, no one in Yangzhou City has paid so many dowries for many years, have you heard the dowry list in the newspaper? There are two of them in Zhuangzi alone! Another lady also exclaimed.

"Yes, I also saw that the two red gold heads inside were covered with pearls!"

For a while, the voices of amazement and envy sounded one after another, Mingzhu couldn't help frowning slightly when she heard it, and she was even more silent when she didn't talk much.

The young lady wearing the Xiangfei-colored skirt noticed her look, rolled her eyes, and said to the others with a mysterious face: "Miss Liao has so many marriages, even the Feng family has to look at her differently, but if she changes to another family, I'm afraid she won't raise her eyelids!" ”

"Who's home?" The crowd looked at her.

She glanced at Mingzhu and said with a smile: "Naturally, it is the Li family of Tongli Qianzhuang." ”

When everyone heard this, she was a little proud: "The Li family is hugely rich, and they are also one of the few rich people in Dazhao, and Miss Liao's marriage may seem very common to them!" ”

"Yes, I remember that among the young ladies married out by the Li family, the least of them were one hundred and twenty-eight!" A voice said.

"The daughters of the Li family have so many dowries, wouldn't this daughter-in-law have more?" Someone else said.

"Hehe, not necessarily." She said again, "The young grandmother in the second master's mansion of the Li family only brought a box of dowry back then. ”

"And this?" Everyone was surprised.

Seeing that everyone around her was listening, she became more and more proud in her heart, and said: "This young grandmother is not an ordinary person, I heard that her ancestors have produced literary Confucianism, and she is a real scholar. When she married into the Li family, she brought a box of lone books, and the Li family did not despise her because of this, but treated her very well, and even gave birth to a son last year. ”

She took a sip of tea, wiped her mouth lightly with a handkerchief, and continued: "So, either you are from a noble background like this young grandmother, or you must accompany at least one or two hundred dowries, otherwise, you won't be able to enter the door of the Li family!" ”