The capital is lively and prosperous, the flow of people is bustling, the traffic is busy, the coming and going is endless, the shops, inns and teahouses are lined up one after another, the sound of selling, soliciting customers, laughter and scolding one after another. Zhongcheng Avenue is not endless, the curved bridges and rivers are intertwined, the willows are placed all over the riverbank, and the sycamore stands beside the road.

The hustle and bustle of Midtown Avenue stretches for miles, like tentacles stretching out into the alleys. This hustle and bustle did not affect the Fulai Inn in the western part of the capital.

The Fulai Inn is large and quiet, so quiet that only the sound of falling leaves is blowing. This inn is particularly interesting, entering the inn is like entering the mansion of a nobleman, pavilions, rockery ponds, autumn chrysanthemums, pine and bamboo, faintly emerging cobblestone paved sheep intestine paths.

The inn is called Fulai, which is a little rustic, but the decoration and construction inside are not rustic at all, but antique, generous and extravagant. The guest rooms are not small rooms, but individual pavilions. Of course, the price of the room here is not cheap.

Shen Xi lives in the Green Wax Pavilion of the Fulai Inn, where many pine trees are planted. The pine is very old, the old tips at the bottom are dragging the ground, the pine needles are paved on the ground, and the top is soft. There is a small river next to the house, and it is said that in winter, the water freezes, and the green pine shadows make her look like she has been coated with a thick layer of wax, which is very cute.

The early morning dew drops hang on the sharp heads of the pine needles, playful and interesting, the wind blows, the dew sways, dyed green by the emerald pine, falling from the tips of the pine needles, the transparent dew keeps changing color, sometimes green, sometimes brown, sometimes white, falling to the pine needles on the ground, seeping below, disappearing, as if they have never appeared in this world.

Shen Xi held his cheek with his hand and stared boredly at the pine across the river. Move your gaze to the surface of the river. It's not so much a river as a pond, a long pond that runs through several courtyards.

There are many fish in the pond. Because no one has been fishing for many years, the fish in it are abundant and fat, red, white and black, the small ones are only the size of a finger, and the big ones are the thickness of a human calf. Shen Xi picked up the fruit on the coffee table on the couch, twisted it with his fingers, and sprinkled it into the pond.

Fish are quickly attracted to food. Groups rushed towards the food scraps. More and more fish pounced under the window, making a splash, and the fish of all colors were like earthworms in clusters. Turn and tumble.

Looking at this, Shen Xi's stomach also rolled. She regretted a little why she had to feed them to disgust herself, it was really uncomfortable. She retracted her gaze to the house. Try not to think about the scene where the fish are fighting for food.

The décor in the house is simple but not shabby. The furnishings are very ancient, such as the screen of the wild crane playing in the mountains, the ladies' dancing picture inlaid with seven treasures pear wood foot cabinet, the pear wood bookcase chair, the black lacquered wood bookcase, the multi-grain treasure vase, the ceramic flower scoop, and the soft body lying on the side of the window. The furnishings are extremely comfortable. Once you see it, it's hard to forget. As soon as Shen Xi stepped into this room. I decided to stay here.

It's also interesting to say that the Fulai Inn has had several champions, and just last year, there was a literary champion, and he was recruited as a colt. Many people think that the Fulai Inn is a blessed land, and if you can live here, you will be able to enter the office and rise to the top.

This is clearly superstition, but there are still people who believe in it. Therefore, the price of the room at the Fulai Inn is twice as expensive as that in other places.

On the winter solstice, Huqing School wants to recruit students, this enrollment is very special, and the last competition will be reviewed by the emperor himself. Entering Huqing Academy is equivalent to stepping into the official career with half a foot. All the underage immortal cultivators of the Great Yang Kingdom came to the capital thousands of miles away, just to be able to see the emperor's face and glorify their ancestors.

There are not many people who can live in the Fulai Inn, and there is no way to live here without a strong relationship. Shen Xi was able to live leisurely, relying entirely on Haiming to greet him.

The news that Jiang Haiming, the most beautiful man in Dayang Country, came to the capital with a ten-year-old girl immediately spread all over the streets and alleys of the capital. There are different versions of the rumors, some say that Shen Xi is an extremely ugly and rustic country girl, some say that Shen Xi is a beautiful billet, some say that Shen Xi is an extremely ordinary girl without any characteristics, and some say that Shen Xi is a homeless girl picked up by Haiming.

There is also one of the most unbearable versions, which has been rumored to be decent. After Haiming and the crown, many people said that the matchmaker was rejected. Moreover, many noble ladies extended their love for Haiming, but they were ruthlessly discarded by Haiming. Haiming never went in and out of the brothel Qin Lou. And because Haiming often goes in and out with beautiful and lovely waiters, people began to spread that he likes male style.

This time, he brought a ten-year-old girl into the city and placed her in the most famous Fulai Inn in the capital. Haiming's behavior has aroused speculation among ill-intentioned people. They rumored that Haiming liked girls, and the reason why he didn't hire a wife was because women would grow up.

Haiming has always been like a deaf ear to the rumors, and he doesn't care at all, in his eyes, inconsequential people are no different from insects.

However, his mother, Mrs. Jiang, was not an inconsequential person. Mrs. Jiang had been worried about her son's marriage, and she was so anxious to die when she heard about this rumor. If the son only likes girls, there is no way to inherit the Jiang family, she was born as a clan wife, how can this kind of thing happen. She is the only son, and there is nothing else to do. If she doesn't have a grandson, she will be extremely troubled, even the master, and she will blame her for teaching her son and for spoiling her son.

Mrs. Jiang stood in front of her son's room, lingered for a while, and finally decided to go in.

The little maid raised her hand and wanted to knock on the door for her wife. Madame glanced at the twelve-year-old girl, frowned, and dragged the little maid away, as if the little maid was going to seduce her precious son. The little maid shrank in the corner aggrievedly, not daring to make a sound, for fear of annoying her lady and being sent out by her. It is a decent thing to be a maid in Jiangfu, if you send it out, you may become a prostitute, and this life will be over. The little maid was afraid, it was a natural thing.

Mrs. Jiang snatched the food box from the little maid's hand and said, "Stay outside."

The little maid didn't dare to make a sound, but just nodded in cringe.

Mrs. Jiang knocked on the door.

The door opened. The one who opened the door was Jiang Gongzi's boy ingot.

Mrs. Jiang had long heard from others that her son had an affair with this boy. Coupled with the fact that Yuan Bao was not a slave of the family, Mrs. Jiang hated him even more. Every time she saw Yuanbao's immature and good-looking face, she would feel uncomfortable.

When Haiming returned to the ancestral house of the Jiang family, he accidentally fell off the cliff with the waiter, and the waiter died, and Haiming hung for half a breath. Everyone thought that Haiming was going to die, but they didn't expect him to miraculously live. Since then, Mrs. Jiang has felt that her son has changed, becoming cold and even a little strange.

Soon after, Haiming took the ingots home, and the two were always mysterious. I rarely talk to Mrs. Jiang on weekdays, but I only meet you in the morning when I routinely ask for peace.

Mrs. Jiang once told the master about Hai Ming, saying that Hai Ming might have broken his brain after falling off the cliff. But the old man said that she was cranky and reprimanded her. Mrs. Jiang did not mention the matter again.

Although Mrs. Jiang has doubts, she still cares about her biological son. I heard that he had that hobby, and I had to remind him. Even if her son can't be a colt or marry a prince's daughter, he must not marry a wild girl of unknown origin. (To be continued......)