Li Yuanji's face was full of embarrassment, what happened to him?

I don't think so, do I? How did this become a river jump?

"This girl, I haven't finished my sentence yet, how do you know I'm going to jump into the river?" Li Yuanji was suddenly a little dissatisfied.

"It's not jumping into the river, why are you sentimental here? I see that you are obviously about to jump into the river, ...... quickly."

"Qingqing!" The woman called Miss seemed to have a tight face, and her face behind the white veil glared fiercely at the girl named Qingqing.

"Miss ......" Qingqing, who was reprimanded, seemed to be a little depressed, and looked at her young lady with a face full of grievances.

However, the woman who was called Miss did not look at him, but looked at Li Yuanji, and said softly: "I hope this son will not be surprised, Qingqing's temper is not very good these days, if there is any offense, the little woman is willing to apologize on her behalf." ”

Why is there always an unreasonable and difficult maid next to a rich lady who seems to have a good temper?

Li Yuanji was a little puzzled, probably because these rich ladies felt that putting such a maid by their side would be more able to bring out their own quality......

"It's okay, everything in the world, everyone can say it, this young lady is just in a bad mood, just say it, I don't have a lot of meat." In fact, Li Yuanji wants to say that women, there will always be a few days every month.

But when I think that the other party is still a yellow flower girl who has not yet come out of the cabinet, is it a bit too meaty to say this?

The Tang Dynasty is not a later generation, even if the other party says it, he will not feel nothing, and even most of the time he will laugh and scold a few jokes.

In this era, saying these things is similar to telling meat jokes to a strange woman on the street in later generations, and Li Yuanji doesn't want to be called a hooligan.

"Thank you for your understanding! The little woman looked a little sad, but what was on her mind? If the son is not disgusted, the little girl is willing to listen. The young lady secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately the other party did not blame.

As for why I am so enthusiastic, there is no reason.

One is because she likes to do this thing herself, and if time permits, she will help more people, and the other is that she feels too bored now, and she also wants to find someone to chat with and relieve her fatigue.

As for any other thoughts, sorry, not really.

However, seeing that Li Yuanji seemed to be a little reluctant, the young lady continued to explain: "When the little girl is a little worried on weekdays, she always likes to say it to Qingqing, otherwise, if you are bored in your heart, sometimes you will be depressed for a few days, or even longer, this method is actually quite smart." ”

"Actually, it's okay, it's just that I'm a little homesick, and I miss my mother a little." Li Yuanji smiled awkwardly, what can he do if he says it? Homesickness, can it be solved by saying it?

Besides, he is destined to be a person who can't go back, and now he hopes that when he wakes up, he is in the shed on the construction site, and the time is only one night, and what he has experienced now is just a dream.

But after so many days and nights, I am still here, this is not a dream, this is reality.

I was far away from the fancy world that had nothing to do with me in the later life, and I left my mother who was the most difficult to leave and the only one I missed.

"Since you think about it, then do it, it can be to find a time to go home, or it can be to ask someone to bring a letter home, or to ask someone to take your relatives to your side, as for your hometown, unless you can give up the present and return there desperately, as for how to do it, the little woman feels that everyone has different ideas, some people will feel that it is worth it, and they should do it, and some people will feel that they should not do it, which will make their previous efforts turn into a dream." Miss said.

The reason is such a reason, but what remains in Li Yuanji's heart is endless suffering.

What else can I say? Where is your hometown? I don't know.

And where is the mother? Is it dead or alive? I don't know either.

It's just an unrequited love, a 99 percent thing that won't lead to anything.

"Thank you, I feel better now." No matter what, after all, others are helping themselves, although it is useless, Li Yuanji still expressed his gratitude.

"Well, now that the son is fine, it's time for the little girl to say goodbye!"

……

On the other side, in a private room in Cheng's Restaurant.

Several people sat together, and in front of them was a piece of paper with a slightly yellowish color, on which was written the song written by Li Yuanji himself.

"You say this is a poem written by a child?" Zheng Gongzi was stunned, although he was a concubine, he also received a good education, and he still understood poetry, and he was basically a cultural person.

Although it can't be compared with those big bulls, with Zheng Gongzi's level, it is not difficult to see the artistic conception contained in this poem.

"Back to Zheng Gongzi, this poem was written by a son, and it was written in front of everyone, which is not false."

"How is this possible? How could a rich boy write poems with such an artistic conception? Zheng Gongzi shook his head, anyway, he couldn't believe this result.

Although this poem is a poem of praise to the mother, it is more of a description of its own current situation.

The clothes on his body are sewn by his mother for a while, and when he leaves, he is in a hurry to make clothes, for fear that the child will not wear it outside, and he is worried that the child will suffer outside and will not come back.

The last sentence is the finishing touch.

Zheng Gongzi's level is not high, and his appreciation level is also very average, but he understands the meaning of this poem.

A wandering wanderer who was wandering and mixed very unsatisfactory, then remembered his mother, and used this poem to express his praise to his mother.

Those who can write this kind of poem must not be young, and nine times out of ten they are from the official journey, because the official career needs to travel to various places frequently, and it is not easy to mix.

"Why doesn't this poem leave a name and address?" After reading it again, Zheng Gongzi found that something was wrong.

"By the time I saw this, the other party was already gone, but one person might know the identity of the other party."

"Zheng Gongzi, Miss Qinghe is back."

"Go and invite Miss Qinghe in." Zheng Gongzi was stunned, in terms of level, Qinghe's level was higher than his own.

Of course, Zheng Gongzi himself also has some ideas about Qinghe, after all, he has a lot of contact, even if he is well prepared, it is impossible to never show a little bit of his feet.

Zheng Gongzi once unexpectedly saw Qinghe's true face once, and was instantly deeply attracted by it.

Even for a few days in a row, the tea and food are not fragrant, but it is a pity that a woman like Qinghe must not be able to touch herself.

Even if it was the Zheng family standing behind him, he would never allow himself to bring Qinghe home.

Besides, it doesn't matter if the Zheng family allows it or not, the important thing is that Qinghe is a lonely and arrogant person, which is very important.

What is the identity of Dugu Ao? Although it is not as good as the royal family, the Zheng family will never offend Dugu because of a girl in a red mansion.

Although it is widely rumored among the people that Qinghe is redeeming herself with the money she earns, who in the upper circles does not know how difficult it is for a girl in the Red Chamber to redeem herself?

Who doesn't know, it is Qinghe who is very old, which bustard will let her go so easily?

If it weren't for Dugu Ao's appearance, the bustard would not have let him go if he was killed, although he also made a profit, but in the long run, it would still be a loss.

Therefore, although Zheng Gongzi has some thoughts about Qinghe, he can only think about it in his heart, and he does not dare to pay it to reality.

However, what Zheng Gongzi couldn't understand the most was that since Dugu Ao had spent so much money to redeem Qinghe, he didn't attack her, or even treat her politely.

Even at this poetry meeting, Dugu Ao never thought of letting Qinghe come forward, or after Qinghe learned the news, he said that he would come out.

As for what routine these two people played, Zheng Gongzi could only express his puzzlement.

But whether he understands it or not, it's his business what Dugu Ao wants to do, all he has to do is to hold Dugu Ao's thigh, as long as Li Yuan is still there, Dugu Ao can solve a lot of problems for the Zheng family.

The family is now much worse than before, especially in politics, and has almost been put forward by Li Yuanji for the entire game, and they can't interfere in many things, and they don't dare to interfere.

If you don't find a backer, sooner or later, you will be played to death by some people.

But it's aggrieved enough to think about it, a few years ago, the family could still control a behemoth like the government, and now, it has completely lost the influence of the government and can only exert a certain influence in the economic field.

And this kind of influence is not long-lasting, Li Yuanji is not a fuel-efficient lamp, this emperor is a headache for the family, and he has a headache to death.

While Zheng Gongzi was depressed, Qinghe took Qingqing into the private room, Qinghe was the young lady who met Li Yuanji at the bridgehead before.

And after reading this wanderer's song, Qinghe also remembered Li Yuanji's figure for the first time, how similar is his artistic conception at that time to what is described in the poem?

When the steward described Li Yuanji's body shape, Qing He was stunned for a moment.

And Qingqing on the side was also shocked, she who has been following Qinghe all the year round, even if she is just a maid, she also has a certain foundation in literature.

"Is that him?" Qingqing covered her mouth tightly, a little incredulous.

"Do you know who wrote this poem?" Zheng Gongzi was stunned and wondered.

"Earlier, Miss and I met a son at the Luoshui Bridge, his body shape, and the clothes on his body were the same as those described by the steward, and at that time, he ...... "Qingqing felt a little messy, how could it be him?"