"Cangtian, Miss Jiangzhen, how can you ......" Outside the courtyard, there was an unbelievable voice, but it was some young scholars, watching the situation in the courtyard through the hollow gap in the wall.

"She, how can she accept that...... A bastard's gift. As the goddess in the minds of scholars and scholars, Jiang Zhen's every move naturally attracted their close attention, just now, when I saw Han Ruifeng returning the scarf, without hearing a sound, it naturally caused these young people to guess and misunderstand, so seeing this, the sincere and fiery hearts were so broken.

"Who is he?" Someone gritted their teeth and asked, no matter judging from their facial expressions, it didn't look like a good thing.

The young scholar near the courtyard has been staying here, and he doesn't know what happened outside, so he naturally doesn't know the details of Han Rui, but the power of the masses is infinite, you ask me and answer, layer by layer, and soon, I will find someone in the know.

Before he could speak in detail, he heard the sound of firecrackers coming from outside the courtyard, crackling, noisy and lively, continuous, endless, in Han Rui's ears, this firecracker sound seemed to be not as crisp and loud as in later generations, and it was a little hoarse, the smoke was thick, and it was shrouded in the wind, and the smell was unpleasant.

After a long while, the sound of firecrackers gradually stopped, Han Rui waved his sleeves and fanned the smoke in front of him, originally just feeling better for himself, but when the smoke gradually dissipated, he didn't think about it, but he saw Jiang Zhen smiling, Yingying thanks, on top of her beautiful face, there was already a scarf hanging on her face, obviously, she didn't like the smell of firecrackers either.

"Gift...... Scarf, hung ......"

However, this made the young scholars misunderstand, and after the smoke faded a little, the sharp-eyed scholars suddenly found that Jiang Zhen's face was covered with a scarf, if it was in normal times, it would naturally not attract attention, and with a little guess, they would understand what was going on, but now, they had to be cranky.

Thinking that for a long time, they have been hollowing out their minds, buying countless gifts, and trying their best to please Jiang Zhen, but they just let Han Rui's kid win the jackpot, which makes people embarrassed, and they can't wait to take him out and beat him up immediately to vent the pain in their hearts.

"Who, who is spreading rumors, how can Miss Jiangzhen have a sweetheart......" Just when many people were heartbroken and crying, someone rushed to hear the news, and a slightly chubby young man was the most anxious, walking quickly, rolling up his sleeves, waving his fleshy arms, and looking menacing.

It seems that the person who came also had a little prestige among the scholars, and when they saw his figure, everyone reluctantly put away their sadness, stepped forward and saluted: "Brother Qian is here, it's really good, you usually have a lot of ideas, now hurry up and think of a way to save Miss Jiangzhen and the dire situation." ”

"That's it, that kid, with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, and a roe head rat, you can tell at a glance that he is not a good person...... Ah. ”

Screaming in pain and looking at Han Rui in surprise, Qian Feng slowly withdrew his fingers, rolled his eyes and said: "Nonsense, you are not a good person, he is my brother, you are not allowed to speak ill of him in front of me." ”

"Then let's talk behind our backs...... Syllable. ”

"Begging for a beating!" Qian Feng reprimanded, clapped his backhand again, and hit it squarely.

"Hey, Brother Qian, be merciful." The man touched his head, said with a sad face: "Brother Qian, aren't you an only son, where did you come from?" ”

"Who said no, that is, a brother who is closer than his own brother, don't think about beating him." Qian Feng said, also frowning, wondering why Han Rui was here.

However, Qian Feng's face was not enough to deter everyone, hearing the voice, a few people nodded, and some people said disdainfully: "Qian Feng, I don't care what your brother is, the problem now is, we don't like him, what do you say." ”

"Whatever." Qian Feng was not to be outdone, and responded with a tough attitude: "Don't trouble him, otherwise you won't be able to get along with me." ”

"What if you can't get by." It can be speculated that this person is not the son of an official eunuch, that is, a rich second generation with a rich family, and like Qian Feng, he is naturally not afraid of his threat.

Seeing that the dispute was becoming more and more intense and attracting attention, Master Yan walked out and said with a smile: "The old man's humble house is simple, all the guests have come, please forgive me for the inconsiderate greetings......

The others naturally shook their heads and said no, Master Yan smiled and continued: "The house is small, like a cage, it is not natural, the old man wants to go out for a walk, and he opens his mouth cheekily, please go along, but I don't know what to do." ”

Of course, everyone has no opinions, their heads are clever, and they also take the opportunity to take a few steps forward, close to Master Yan, set almost, with the flow of people, the figure is swaying, and they can't see Jiangzhen, and a group of young scholars naturally can't make noise.

Looking at each other and humming, they dispersed, only Qian Feng remained in place, touching his face, thinking about the reason why Han Rui appeared here, puzzled, after a long time, he found that the attic corridor had become empty, and hurriedly went out, looking around from time to time, looking for Han Rui's figure.

Outside the house, the sparkling river flows slowly, the simple and elegant gate, the exquisite brick carving and wood carving, the stone bridge, the flowing water, the ancient house, it seems that after thousands of years of wind and rain, the high wall of the green brick moss is mottled, full of strong water town atmosphere.

Along the bluestone paved road, is surrounded by trees, green grass and green spacious flatland, in the distance is the rolling hills, the mountains in the blue sky and white clouds against the background, more and more lush, faintly, as if there is a fog rising from the mountain peaks, the remaining veins stretch for dozens of miles, constitute a beautiful and beautiful picture.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a clear blue lake, a waterfall flows down slowly from the wall under the broken peak, forming a curtain, all the year round, the lake is full of water overflowing, or natural, or artificial into a meandering stream, from the foot of the mountain, to the stream into the small river in front of the house, about a mile of space.

On the way, on both sides of the stream, every few steps, there are large and small feasts arranged in a staggered manner, on which fruit and melon cakes are displayed, and pots and wines are put aside, exuding an attractive fragrance.

In the ping, seeing everyone coming, the servants and maids who had already been prepared, according to the instructions of the housekeeper, stepped forward one after another, led the guests to sit down, and poured a glass of wine.

"It turned out to be a feast." Han Rui suddenly realized, under the guidance of the servant, sat down safely, but he was the chairman's head in the front position, looking left and right, and did not see Jiang Zhen, and the opposite side was a guest he didn't know. He hesitated a little in his heart, and he couldn't help but a big fat white hand slapped heavily on his shoulder, Han Rui was frightened, and when he looked back, it was Qian Feng's round face.

"Third brother, you're here." Han Rui was surprised, and Qian Feng should attend the birthday banquet of Master Yan, but there were too many guests, and he looked for a long time, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"I'm here early, but it's you kid......" Qian Feng glanced at him: "How did you get to the table, and you have to be honest, what is your relationship with Miss Jiangzhen?" ”

Collection, collection, collection, collection, collection, thank you.

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