Early, when Chang An followed Jing Rong out of the courtyard, he saw a fair lady in a ** skirt standing under the tree, and she was thinking that this back was a little familiar, so she turned back suddenly, the long hair behind her was gently floating on her shoulders, and her smiling eyes and teeth.

"Hey, what are you just stupid about" Su Qinghui, who was following Jing Rong, was thinking about something, and was so busy that Chang An was so bumped into it, and suddenly there was no thought, she looked up and glanced in front of her, just squinted and smiled at Chang An, seeing her smile, Chang An suddenly felt cold.

The carriage stopped in front of a mansion, and when she entered the mansion, she looked up and saw two big characters on the mansion sign hanging on the door: Shen Mansion, slightly dazzling.

Compared with the purity and elegance of the Huaiwang Mansion, this Shen Mansion is much more rich and lively, and the Lord of the Shen family probably heard the news that Jing Rong was coming, so he waited at the door early, prepared a drink and bowed down to invite the Hou.

Su Qinghui has never been interested in these ways of coming and going to officialdom, so he found a gap and slipped out, but in the courtyard elsewhere, he could only walk around.

When she was bored, a crisp laughter sounded in her ears, she pushed aside the vines in front of her, and looked forward, a girl dressed in goose yellow clothes, with beautiful eyebrows, was standing on the swing and swaying in the wind.

She was touched by this scene, and when she was in the other garden before, she used to be like the girl on the swing, and she was not as noisy as these slaves, but just sat at the stone table, smiling and staring at her.....

Jing Rong came out of the room, put away the slave beside him, and when he walked along the road, he saw Su Qinghui standing under the vines, his eyes looking straight in one direction, and his back was very gloomy.

On Chang'an Street, there was a commotion, Jing Rong opened the curtain and whispered to Chang'an: "I still have some important things to deal with, and the others will go back to the house first" said and stretched out his hand, flicking Su Qinghui's small sideburns tied to the top of his head, "She stays."

When only Su Qinghui and him were left, Jing Rong saw that she was dissatisfied and helped the hairpin on her head, and even her voice couldn't help but smile a little: "Let's go." Chang An looked at the backs of the two of them and was indignant, when did His Royal Highness do something important and bring such a powerless girl.

Su Qinghui looked at the blurred light and shadow in front of her, and the voices of people were boiling, but it made up for the loneliness and frustration of being trapped in the mansion these days, as well as those troubles.

Xu hadn't seen the excitement for a long time, and when he lowered his eyebrows and looked at it, he was meeting Su Qinghui's shining eyes, like a little moon in the lake, and the water was clear.

After turning her mind slightly, I saw her holding a box of pastries in her hand, the corners of her mouth were still stained with the crumbs she had just tasted, struggling to reach out and order the snacks inside, seeing her body crooked, Jing Rong took a step forward, and supported her side with her hand on the table.

Su Qinghui probed a few times with all her strength to reach it, and when she shrank back, she saw Jing Rongmu standing on one side with her face hanging her arms, she glanced at it obliquely, and she could get it as soon as she stretched out her hand, but she stood here and watched the excitement.

Jing Rong frowned slightly, the night was obviously cool and breezy, and the softness and heat on his arms just now seemed to be unable to fade, and he was numb.

Su Qinghui saw that she thought she had seen through her thoughts, and hurriedly straightened her look: "Childe," as soon as she spoke, Jing Rong walked through her face mercilessly, Su Qinghui closed his mouth, grinded his teeth and turned to follow.

Xu is the moonlight is just right tonight, and there are more and more people on the street, a group of children in front of him are playing, and Su Qinghui is carrying a pastry box and shouting to avoid it. Looking up, Jing Rong was standing a few feet away and watching coldly.

Suddenly, Su Qinghui's inexplicable emotions came to his heart, this person is really, if a young lady looks at him, how tough will this psychology be.

If she knew that she was still worried about others a second before this disaster, she would have laughed out loud.

Jing Rong looked at her standing by the lake and was stunned, and there was a faint pain in the corners of her forehead, and sure enough...

The young man who was standing on the bridge looking at the scenery suddenly felt a light on his side, and the sound of the wind in his ears mixed with the humming sound of the sword coming out of the sheath, and when he reacted, the person who drew the sword next to him walked forward with his feet raised.

"Don't get up yet" Su Qinghui heard this cold voice, he came back to his senses at dusk, stood firm with the trunk of the tree on the side, Jing Rong reached out and pulled out the sword inserted in the tree, turned around and handed it to the young man behind him.

"Take the liberty to borrow, thank you, Your Excellency" The young man looked at the person in front of him, although he thanked him, his face did not change at all, his clothes were extraordinary, he thought that his status was noble, and he did not dwell on it, and he left without harm.

A few steps away, a man sat on the ground, rubbing his leg bones and scolding, Su Qinghui glanced down and saw the stone on the ground.

Just now she was stunned, raised her eyes and saw the crowd crowded, a man was pushed and yelled at her, just wanted to dodge, who knew that there was no way behind him, seeing that he was about to fall into the lake, a gust of wind in his ears, a force behind him against his waist, stabilized her figure, but the man who came to his face suddenly tilted and threw himself on the ground as if he was blocked.

The crowd dispersed, Su Qinghui followed behind Jing Rong, rubbing his back silently, I don't know if he had just flashed his waist, and now he always felt a little uncomfortable. was touching, suddenly his hand paused, and after a few groping, he hissed.

She wanted to cry without tears, she must have just been torn by the sword, and she had a small opening at the time, and now she is tossed this time, which can be regarded as completely ruined.

Jing Rong walked, and the afterglow swept away, and there was still a figure beside him.

He turned around and walked a few steps before he saw Su Qinghui in a corner, sticking to the wall like a gecko.

"Why don't you go"

"That, I, my feet hurt, stand for a while" After the silence, she raised her hand, looking like a broken jar: "Okay, I'll tell you the truth, my clothes are torn, I really can't walk"

Su Qinghui saw Jingrong twisting his eyebrows and immediately said: "Childe, you really don't blame me this time, it's not that you're in a hurry."

"What do you do with me?"

"You're in a hurry to leave, I'm in a hurry, the money is almost not paid, I'm not chasing you"

"Getting to the point"

"Well, then you'll break my clothes with a sword."

"Oh, oh, what a sin" The two were stunned, and an old beggar walked out of the corner. "I said this son, look at your well-dressed, why can't you give up the money?"

Su Qinghui was a little confused, where did this uncle come from, she scratched her head: "This old man, you may have misunderstood, I said it"

"Needless to say, I know everything," the old beggar stepped forward: "I've seen a lot of this kind of thing, girl, listen to my advice, life is still important in the world." Saying that, he gave her a few pennies, shook his head, and sighed all the way away.

Su Qinghui was very confused holding the few coins.

A moment later, the two of them stood in front of the building, and she burst out laughing.

"You can still laugh" Of course she laughed, compared to the woman who was mistaken for a woman who entered the land of smoke and dust, he was said to be a miser who lingered in the Qinglou and refused to pay when he got cheap, isn't he more pitiful?

What's more, he is such an elegant and upright person, I am afraid that he has not even taken a closer look at the door plaque.

Su Qinghui glanced at the corner again, the two places were connected, and there was an alley next to it, and the old beggar just now must have thought that she was chasing her out of the back door to ask for money.

Thinking like this, Su Qinghui felt again, after all, the person next to him had just saved her and covered her ragged clothes, and now that he was careless, he asked someone to wronged him, which was really a bit hateful, and he should make amends.

As soon as Su Qinghui opened his mouth to call Gongzi, he saw Jing Rong glance back at her, and stretched out his hand to her with a calm face...

"Not a long memory" Su Qinghui took a step back and brushed the tip of his nose, a little embarrassed. Behind him, several drunken men staggered over, swearing along the way.

"What did you just want to say" "Oh" Su Qinghui raised his head: "I just want to" said for a while, drooping his eyebrows, and wanted to cry without tears: "I want to ask Gongzi, this dress is quite expensive."

A bad premonition came to his heart, Jing Rong slowly lowered his head, and two oil stains were suddenly printed on his clothes. He pressed his brow: "You"

"I really didn't mean it, it happened suddenly, I just thought that Childe was going to beat me up, that's why"

"Shut up"

Walking to the gate of the palace, Su Qinghui suddenly remembered the pastries she bought in the market, and her steps collapsed.

She was hanging by a thread to protect it, but she didn't think that it would be good or bad, and she would have to pull a cushion on her back when she died. Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw those boxes of snacks in front of him.

Su Qinghui looked up, Jing Rongzheng twisted the red thread with a proud expression, and when he saw her reaching out to take it, he let go and threw it back into her arms. Although the moonlight was misty, the young man in front of her was cold, and her face was pale, but her heart was still warm.

After returning to the room and putting down the small box, Su Qinghui spread out the page, lifted the pen, and under the candlelight, the outline of the street corner on the paper gradually became clear.