Hit the Qiantang Gate into the city and go straight north after the Water Gate, you can see a three-hole stone bridge carved with exquisite moire on the arch railing, after walking through the newly repaired stone bridge in recent years, you will arrive at the intersection of Baoji Lane and Guangfu Lane.

These two alleys are all large mansions with more than three entrances, and the owners of the mansions are not only dignitaries in the city, but also many dignitaries who are on the political side.

The rosewood table side is engraved with magpies to welcome spring, the table is placed on the rice paper, the plum blossom ink on the paper is still fresh, the plum blossom brushwork is delicate, it looks particularly elegant, but the painter seems to be not very satisfied with the pen.

Looking further to the right, there is a piece of Bai Juan on the table, with a beautiful handwriting: "I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know what the king is crying." ”

After a long time, I heard a woman snorting softly, and the rabbit brush was picked up, and the words "five-one-three-two-one" were quickly written on the edge of the unfinished plum blossom.

Zixiao put down the pen, her crooked eyes narrowed, she looked down at the few words she had just written, and muttered to herself: "Five-one-three-two-one......"

She looked at the numbers in a daze, and then thought about it for a while, and then made up her mind, nodded and said to herself: "Look at it!" ”

Huancailou is a green building, so she naturally can't go easily, so she has to ask the servant to find a set of robes that barely fit, and wear a scarf that is most popular among readers, and hide Rujuan Qingsi.

After the costume was completed, she pretended to make a rough expression in front of the rhombic bronze mirror, but she laughed at herself.

In front of the ring mining building, a group of newborn lottery players gathered together early, and those who came late were even squeezed into the bridge in the distance.

Zixiao brought a close maid, and when he arrived, he could only tiptoe to look around, but where could he find Chen Xingzhi, who was climbing the mountain with him this morning, so he had to look at the center of everyone's attention.

I saw a woman dressed in plain elegance on the stage from afar, saying something, but the distance was too far for the content to be inaudible.

"Hurry, hurry! The Xianglan girls are all on stage, and the lottery will be held immediately! Two men who were late to the time rushed over wiping their sweat.

Zixiao glanced back at the clothes and outfits of the two, and felt that the boots and clothes of the two were new, and they should have a lot of money in the family, so they were a little puzzled - since they have no worries about food and clothing, why do they attach so much importance to this lottery?

How would she have known that hundreds of years later, a wise man named Engels discussed this problem, and he said: Human greed, lust and insatiability have become the levers that push human history forward.

It seems that it is time for the lottery, and every time Xianglan reads a word, there are bursts of cheers from the next convenience.

"Five-one-three."

"Twenty-one ......"

When the number issued from Xianglan was like a ripple on the surface of the lake, passed through layers of people, and finally sounded in her ears, Xianglan only felt confused.

Five-one-three-two-one!

She subconsciously clenched the lottery ticket in her hand and was stunned there.

"Little, Childe!" The maid next to her saw that her expression was different, so she asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"I didn't ...... It's okay! Zixiao only felt that her heart was beating hard, and the lottery ticket in her hand was now as heavy as a mountain, and then it was boiling hot, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

A young scholar with a depressed face next to him angrily threw the piece of paper in his hand to the ground, and then leaned over with great interest, his eyes swept to the small card in Zixiao's hand, and asked, "Little brother, what number did you buy?" Can you win the lottery? ”

Zixiao was taken aback by this scholar's question, only to feel that her heart jumped to her throat, she hurriedly adjusted her mentality, and responded in a stumbling low voice: "No, I didn't win the lottery." ”

After saying this, she dragged the dazed maid beside her, and turned around and left.

"Huh?" In the private room on the second floor of Huancai Pavilion, Chen Xian leaned over to look at the crowd of people who were jubilant and claimed the prize, and said in surprise: "Didn't you come?" ”

……

Since beating Chen Xianqing and forcibly kissing Lu Xiaochai, she is like a different person, throughout the day, as long as she sees Chen Xian, she is like a small animal that is afraid of people, and she hides in a panic with a red face.

This is not the way to go...... Yue'er hung diagonally, and Chen Xian's pestle with a wry smile on his face was at the door of the west wing where Lu Xiaochai lived, raising his hand and knocking on the door.

There was originally the sound of the master and servant talking in the house, but as soon as the door rang, I heard the chaos in the room for a moment, and then it was quiet.

Chen Xian waited for a while, but no one opened the door, and there was no one to answer.

A kiss made Xiao Hai look like this, he was really a little helpless, so he stood outside the door and hesitated.

In fact, although Lu Xiaochai is a famous prostitute in Qinglou, she is a Qing man who sells her art and does not sell her body, and Song Jinfeng really treats her like a girl on weekdays, if she doesn't want to treat guests, she won't wait, and if she doesn't want to do anything, she will never force it. Where have I experienced this kind of thing of being held up by a man's cheeks and forcibly taking away the first kiss.

Since returning to the West Chamber last night, she has felt a mess in her heart, her head is still buzzing when she thinks of the shameful scene, lying on the bed tossing and turning, and crying and laughing from time to time frightened the little fence.

Lu Xiaochai was sitting nervously in front of the couch at the moment, her fingertips like new bamboo shoots were subconsciously pinched together, she pursed her lips and listened to the sound of pacing outside, only to feel that her heart was loosened with the footsteps.

"Miss......" Xiao Liang put his head in front of Lu Xiaochai, stared at a pair of big eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to open the door?" ”

Lu Xiaochai glanced at Xiao Li, raised his eyes to look at the door, and opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to respond.

After a moment, she bit her teeth lightly, as if she had made up her mind, and was about to speak, when she heard footsteps outside the door fading away.

Lu Xiaochai was a little indignant in his heart for a while, not only annoyed why he didn't open the door earlier, but also angry at why Chen Xian didn't wait for a while.

"Xiaoli, let's rest!" Lu Xiaochai said to the little maid with some loss, but as soon as the words fell, the footsteps outside the door were close again.

Chen Xian's shadow was reflected on the wooden grille on the door, and then the door panel made a "click" sound of wooden blocks rubbing.

The sound lasted for a few seconds, and a slender wooden board suddenly squeezed in through the crack in the door, and then quickly lifted the deadbolt up.

"Crunch." The door was pushed open.

Chen Xian put down the wooden board with a smile, and then unceremoniously sat down on the small stool in front of the table: "If you haven't seen each other for a day, it's like three autumns." It's been three years - I wonder if Miss Xiaochai misses me? ”

Lu Xiaochai looked at Chen Xian who broke into the door in a daze, and after being stunned for a long time, she suddenly smiled.

That smile is like a blooming peony......

After she laughed, she only felt that her whole person was relaxed, as if the blocks and unrest in her chest these days had all turned into clouds of past.

"I thought about it......" she blushed, sat down at the table shyly, stared at Chen Xian with her eyes, and said in a gentle voice: "The slave family is always ...... All thinking. ”

Chen Xian was stirred by this affectionate confession, so he naturally reached out and grabbed Lu Xiaochai's Qianqiansu hand.

Smooth as fat, soft as boneless.

Lu Xiaochai was even more shy in his heart, but he still gritted his teeth, plucked up his courage and said: "Chen Lang, let's not be as lovesick as you wrote......

"It's nature!" Chen Xianyi raised his eyebrows: "I will definitely marry you home!" Tomorrow I will install the house! ”