Chapter 130: Old Things to Remember
Glass bowls.
The executive turned around, lifted the curtains, and looked at the two glass cups in the car.
"Tian San ran to Gaoping to take this seriously, and our family's silver ticket must have been redeemed there." The driver continued, "Would you like to check it?" ”
"Look for what." The executive said, "What is there to check, Tian San said it himself, he was sitting on the bridge and munching on bread that night, and someone sat down next to him and said that he had lost a shoe and wanted to buy his shoes." ”
The coachman was naturally not a coachman, but a junior apprentice of senior management, and he was also thinking about the description he heard at this time.
Tian San's shoes were worn and dirty, he didn't expect anyone to want them, of course he happily bought them.
The man threw him a few coppers and threw away one of his shoes.
According to Tian San's description, the shoes were very good, and the workmanship and fabrics were all things that Tian San had never seen, so he was reluctant to throw them away, so he picked them up and put them on himself.
Then the man laughed, and instead of accusing him, he said that he would make a good fortune with him.
This big money is naturally the chess lantern with a color of 5,000 taels at the Lantern Festival.
In the end, the man did not lose his word, Tian San said that the person who exchanged the silver generously gave five hundred taels of silver, and the two glass cups containing the silver were also given to him.
"Ask some people what that person is like?" The apprentice said.
"What are those doing? You have to know what kind of person he is, how old is he, whether he is married or not, and what is he doing? Say kiss to him? The executive looked at him and said.
The apprentice laughed at what he said.
"Master, aren't you curious at all?" He said. Pointing to the carriage, "Then why did you buy this glass cup, and also inquired about Tian San." ”
The executive glared at him.
"I borrowed this glass cup from the old lady." He said. "The young grandmother said that if she loses her money, she will lose, and she doesn't care, so I won't ask, but the glass cup is not the young grandmother's, of course I want to buy it back."
He said and waved his hand.
"Stop talking nonsense, don't mention these things in the future, hurry up and go to the post station to give a testimony to the post officer. This time, the Jinyi guard is rushing to the prince of Chengguo, and he must bite it and not say it, and the immortals fight and we mortals stay away. ”
The apprentice naturally knew that this matter was very powerful, and he was busy urging the horse to raise the whip.
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Miss Jun entered the house. Liu Er took it out from afar, shushing the cold and asking for warmth.
"Miss, don't worry about playing outside, I'll watch it well at home." She said.
Miss Jun smiled and handed her a windmill.
"For you." She laughed.
Liu Er's eyes lit up with joy, and she took the windmill and lifted it up and ran two steps against the wind.
"Miss, one for me?" She asked, looking at the other windmill in Miss Jun's hand.
"This is for the young master." Miss Jun said with a smile.
Liu'er oh oh twice.
"Miss is so nice. Thinking about him. She said.
The two of them laughed and walked to the gate of the courtyard. Before I walked in, I heard a woman's crisp smile inside.
Seeing Liu Er come in, the two girls standing in the courtyard were startled.
"It's the young master who asked someone to go in and serve." They hurriedly said, "Lingzhi went in alone, and we didn't all go in." ”
It's no wonder that others will question that the girls are still serving the young master like thieves, and they are scared like this when they are discovered.
It's just that Liu Er and Miss Jun don't think so.
One thinks that this is the young lady's order, and the other is to keep people from getting close to Fang Chengyu now.
"What are you serving? Laughing so happily. Liu Er said angrily.
The laughter in the room had long since stopped, and a girl stood up with a little uneasiness. Salute to Miss Jun.
Miss Jun recognized her as Fang Chengyu's original girl Lingzhi, so she nodded with a smile.
"Let's play with this for the young master." She said. Hand over the windmill in your hand.
Lingzhi was stunned for a moment and didn't react.
Looking at the expressions of these people, what do they think of Miss, Liu Er is very unhappy.
"Didn't you hear? This was specially bought by the young grandmother for the young master. She said with a glare.
Lingzhi hurriedly stepped forward to take it this time.
"Thank you, young grandma, thank you, young grandma." She stammered and saluted.
"Hey, what are you thanking for, I didn't buy it for you." Liu Er said, "What are you, it's your turn to thank the young master?" ”
Ganoderma lucidum is even more apprehensive.
"Alright." Miss Jun stopped Liu Er's provocation and smiled at Lingzhi and signaled, "Take it in and play with the young master." ”
Without waiting for Liu Er and Lingzhi to talk again, they walked towards the study.
"Liu'er come with me."
Liu Er glared at Lingzhi before she followed.
Seeing the two of them enter the study, Lingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the windmill in his hand and hesitated and turned to go in.
Fang Chengyu sat in a wheelchair by the window and read a book, his expression was calm, and he didn't seem to hear any movement outside.
"Young Master." Lingzhi smiled and lifted the windmill up, "It was bought for you by the young grandmother, you see, how beautiful it is." ”
She blew on the windmill, which whirled and turned.
Fang Chengyu looked over and smiled slightly.
"Yes, that's good." He said.
The smile of the fourteen-year-old boy by the bright window was very dazzling.
Lingzhi couldn't help but be dazzled, and felt that the young master's eyes did not fall on the windmill, but on himself.
So is the young master saying that he is good-looking?
Lingzhi's face was slightly red, and he became more and more serious and focused on blowing the windmill.
Young master, look at it, look at it.
Liu Er placed her windmill on Miss Jun's desk.
"It's a great flower arrangement today." Miss Jun looked at the room and smiled.
Liu Er's expression was happy and proud.
The young lady is complimenting her on being good.
"Liu'er, go and get that Chaojing mileage map." Miss Jun said.
Liu Er responded by walking to the bookshelf and taking out the picture in the box.
Miss Jun opened it and put it on the desk.
"Does Miss want to go to the capital?" Liu Er saw that she was looking very attentively, and couldn't help but ask.
She still remembers that the young lady returned the marriage letter and took the money because she wanted to go to the capital, and later inquired about the capital, although she didn't mention it now, in fact, she never forgot it.
If you want to go, you naturally want to go, but you can't go if you want to.
Miss Jun smiled.
"It's not." She said, "I'm thinking about the person who made this diagram." ”
Liu'er sighed.
"What's wrong with the person in this picture?" She asked curiously.
She was curious about this, not about what should have been the first thought, Miss, do you know who the person who made the drawing, how do you know, etc.
This is probably why Miss Jun feels that talking to this girl is very easy and smooth.
She always asks what she wants to say, what she thinks now, not what is a mess that needs to be explained.
Miss Jun looked at the picture with a smile.
"I don't recognize this man." "I only heard it when I was a kid," she said. ”
Liu Er sighed, not surprised.
Miss doesn't have to be familiar with everyone, how tired that is.
Zhu Zhan, she really doesn't recognize it.
Because the Duke of Chengguo is stationed in the north, his wife is with him, Zhu Zan has lived in the north since he was a child, and occasionally returns to Beijing with the Duchess of Chengguo to visit relatives, plus it is a boy, and there is no intersection with them, the princesses of the county.
The reason why she had heard this name and knew this person was because Zhu Zan once came back and beat the twelfth uncle of the emperor. (To be continued.) )