"Three days?"

Gonggong Zhen suddenly raised his head, hurriedly knelt down again, and said respectfully: "The slave obeys the order, and the slave kneels to receive the holy word!"

As he spoke, the golden whip slowly retracted and hid it extremely tightly......

"Three days later, then let me go back to Beijing?"

Baoyu was shopping outdoors, all kinds of things, loaded three carts and horses.

He wanted to buy more, but suddenly a golden light fell into his palm, and when he saw it, his brows locked.

Le Yangshen leaned over and asked, "Second Master, what is this, I look at it, why do I feel very familiar?"

"Of course it's familiar, I haven't seen the Divine Decree? This is the third time. ”

Hearing this, Le Yangshen almost fell off the horse and was carried by his brother, so he sat upright.

Zhao Guining didn't have such a good treatment, he really fell off the horse.

He simply led the horse to Baoyu and whispered: "Second master, we have received the holy decree, don't we have to kneel?"

"The holy decree starts directly, obviously I don't want to make a disturbance, I kneel, even if there is a disturbance, I don't like to kneel. ”

Baoyu snorted and casually threw the holy decree to Zhao Guining.

"Collect it, when you are short of money, sell it and pull it down. ”

Le Yangshen also sank his face, and said gloomily: "That's right, sell it and pull it down......

What Yingguang Hengshou? What Yingming Shenwu? This time, we were put together, why did we give him face?

But...... Second master, we have to leave quickly, otherwise when Baili Xi comes to the door, there will be trouble. ”

"Also, when the holy decree enters the city, there must be movement in the official seal of Baili Xi. ”

A few people changed places, and they made a big purchase.

After the purchase was finished, Leyang Yin dragged more than a dozen horses, and walked towards the outskirts of the small city of hydration with hundreds of hired craftsmen.

The suburbs of the city are also rivers and rivers, and in this cold winter weather, there are also patches of green land that are next to the underground warm current that I don't know where it comes from, blooming with the breath of early spring.

Next to a bridge, a grass hut was built according to the bridge frame.

Blocking the cold wind, and snuggling with the water, it is really a poor but elegant place......

Baoyu was still on the bridge, and saw a person standing by the river, with an ordinary figure and an ordinary appearance, but a pair of eyes, which had a very special look.

He knew the man well, or rather, was extremely impressed......

Baoyu saw Fang Simin's painting scrolling clouds, as if the small bridge flowing, and he on the bridge was painted with charm, vivid, as if the real one was on paper.

He suddenly laughed, only feeling that the other party was painting him, but what about him, why didn't he take the other party as the scene in his eyes?

"Brother Simin, Baoyu is polite. ”

Baoyu shouted, and saw the sugar gourd in Fang Simin's mouth fall into the water.

Fang Simin hurriedly went into the water to catch it, but when he didn't catch it, he sighed regrettably, took a new string from the erhu next to him, and put it in his mouth to chew.

"I think about it day and dream at night, but this time, it's not a dream. ”

Fang Simin chewed two sugar-coated hawthorns, and then looked up to look at Baoyu.

The black fox is big, handsome and romantic, and there are several people who follow behind him, and they also make him feel familiar......

Fang Simin clicked and bit off the strings of the sugar gourd. This time, it was a quick move, grabbing the fallen sugar gourd into his hand.

"It's not a good thing, it's really a bad thing! Damn, it looks like I've lost a thing, something that is related to my life!"

Fang Simin's face was sad, he looked up to the sky and sighed, and bowed his hand to Baoyu.

"Brother Baoyu, if you don't come, Simin is still a bit lucky, since you are here, do you want to visit Simin? or do you come to mourn Simin?"

As soon as these words came out, Baoyu didn't feel anything wrong.

With Fang Simin's ability, it is so natural to think through in an instant.

Comparing his heart to his heart, if he Jia Baoyu is in Fang Simin's situation, it will be the same situation......

"The world is talented, Fang Simin monopolizes eight buckets, and I, Jia Baoyu, just brought eight buckets from other places. ”

Baoyu muttered to herself, suddenly laughed, and muttered: "Well, it's a mistake, what did I bring, not only eight hundred buckets? But this Fang Simin really relied on his own ability to occupy the world of eight buckets......

Baoyu only sighed, but it really made the hearts of the two brothers Zhao Guining and Leyang feel like a mess.

It seems that the mountains are thousands of feet high, and they are rammed on their hearts with a bang.

"This Fang Simin, has the ability to compete with you?"

"I admire him, but I ........"

Le Yangshen and Zhao Guining couldn't help but ask in a whisper, but what they got was Baoyu's slight nod.

They were stunned for a long time, and they all retreated to the craftsman's side. No matter what, they didn't talk to Fang Simin.

can stand side by side with Bao Erye, this casual chat, is it going to be the heel of Qinglu Mountain?

Fools used to be crushed by their IQ......

Baoyu got off the horse and got off the bridge, and it was not surprising to see Fang Simin walking into the grass house, and he followed in.

Outside, there was a sudden sound of banging, trumpets, and ropes to resist the burial of rocks......

"Brother Baoyu is really polite, would you like to drink coarse tea with contemptible people?"

Fang Simin smiled, broke the table and stool, and poured tea leaves that looked like withered branches and soaked them for Baoyu.

Baoyu took a sip, it was very bitter and astringent, and she simply poured it out, not caring about the face of the master's family at all.

The strange thing is that Fang Simin didn't care too much, but reached out to Baoyu to ask for good tea.

"I'm going to enjoy it now, Brother Baoyu, don't you share a hundred and eighty thousand taels of silver, so that Simin can be chic?"

Lazy and rude, Fang Simin seems to be a second-rate person, and he still has sugar-coated hawthorn in his mouth.

It stands to reason that Baoyu will either have a seizure at this time, or really send him some silver.

But at this time, Baoyu just made good tea, and her movements were gentle and natural.

He laughed softly: "Brother Simin, why do you want to pretend? You and I both know that people like you and me, even if they lose their potential, they can move forward. ”

"It's too hard, it's almost impossible. ”

Fang Simin took a sip of the aroma of Sydney Tang Gong Tea with drooling, and said with a lazy smile: "I might as well buy a house and a field, and then marry a wife, and go leisurely for the rest of my life." ”

"I want to marry, but the third lady outside the king nearby?"

Baoyu asked with a leisurely smile.

Fang Simin nodded, picked up the erhu next to him, and pulled out a slightly sad tune.

He let Baoyu listen, then pointed to the simple door of the thatched house, and closed his eyes.

Baoyu nodded and said with a smile: "If you have the heart, he can go to Rongguo Mansion to find me one day, I Jia Baoyu owes you, and I can't pay it back for the time being." ”

With that, Baoyu got up and left.

Fang Simin waited for a while, and then opened his eyes when he heard the sound of horses galloping outside.

His eyes were extremely bitter, but strangely, they were not the kind of bitter eyes of self-pity.

"Jia Baoyu,"

He whispered: "I only now understand that the 'dream' was not that I was stupid, but my own heart, and there was no way out.

I have two ambitions in my life, one is a great ambition, I want to be for the people of the world, and I have already made a choice once in the 'dream'...... Yes, it's my choice, you don't owe me it,

Yet, for something that you don't owe at all, you come to see me, idiot!

Shouldn't you prepare your own business?

You Jia Baoyu, this time, you have the ability to live...... Your own life?"

Fang Simin didn't say anything about his little ambitions, because he knew about it, and Jia Baoyu knew it very well.

And he understands -

The reason why Jia Baoyu didn't help him be a matchmaker is nothing more than that the current Jia Baoyu is really not very sure of his own head......

"Idiot, you and I, we're all ...... Idiot ......"

Fang Simin suddenly laughed and ate the sugar gourd cleanly.

He walked out of the cottage and found many craftsmen making fences for him and building new ones.

A rudimentary trestle bridge extends from the doorway into the river, and in front of his door, there are many beautifully packaged things......

"Huh, Jia Baoyu has won my heart!"

Fang Simin's eyes lit up, and he pulled out a cold box from those things, and after opening it, he found that it was densely packed with Yutang Zhai's 100-fruit sugar gourd.

"A string of extravagant things of three taels of silver is still preserved with cold ice......

Hahahaha, hundreds of skewers, enough for me to eat for half a year!"

Fang Simin hurriedly devoured a few strings, took another string in his mouth, and walked into his cottage.

It didn't take long for him to take out his tattered erhu and throw it to a craftsman.

"You, give this to Brother Baoyu, and he will give you a silver reward. ”

"Ah, how does the little one know the address of that son? They just give money to let the little one work......

"It's stupid, Viscount Xiangyi, you must live in the biggest inn. You go and get the silver and tell him by the way......

If Simin doesn't die, he won't die, Simin doesn't mind joining the royal road Confucianism,

But at that time, he was going to be a matchmaker for me......"

...

"This stinky boy, ah, no, Lord Fang Simin, what is he doing with this?"

Leyang Shen pulled the erhu and made a particularly ugly sound.

He seemed to be very tired of this thing, gritted his teeth, and wanted to fall!

But at this time, Le Yang Yin snorted beside him, and he hurriedly took it and handed it to Baoyu.

Baoyu took it, looked at it, and smiled.

"Brother Yin, I see that you like it very much, so I sent it to you. ”

"Isn't this right? After all, it's a gift between literati. ”

Leyang Yin has always made himself not very conspicuous, but he didn't expect a little favorite emotion to let Bao Er Ye see it?

He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't help but take it, ** the rough surface of the erhu, I really like it.

Baoyu smiled and said casually: "Generally speaking, he should give me poems, but I heard the old master say that his pen and paper are obtained from selling poems and words......

He will not give it to me if he weighs the value of gold or silver. ”

Le Yangshen pursed his lips and said, "But this erhu is too worthless, right?"

Baoyu also pouted.

"Brother Shen, when did you become stupid? Even if it's Xuanhe Chapter, for me and Fang Simin, is it a valuable thing?"

With that, Baoyu went in the direction of the inn stable.

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