The crowd dispersed, and there were several more envious and jealous eyes around Xia Shang, and at the same time, a green-clothed girl who looked at him with grateful eyes was indispensable.

Luyi called himself Guo Qingqing, and his family was originally a merchant who traveled around Chang'an, relying on the mountains to collect medicine for a living. When his father was there, he could barely live, but in the New Year, his father fell off a cliff and died, leaving a little girl who had no choice but to sell herself to bury her father.

After listening to Guo Qingqing's experience, the sympathy and pity in Li Luo and Xu Yuan's eyes became more obvious. Women are emotional animals, and although they don't show too much enthusiasm, they can't escape Xia Shang's eyes.

In contrast, Xia Shang was much calmer, frowned and patted Li Luo's shoulder, slightly reproachful: "Luoluo, why don't you discuss it with me?" ”

"Xianggong, you see how pitiful she is, the concubine just wants to help her. Didn't the prime minister also say that he was looking for a maid? Isn't that appropriate? ”

Xia Shang's brows furrowed even tighter: "Things won't be so simple. ”

Seeing the sorrow on Xia Shang's face, Li Luo's dark color was dark: "Xianggong, did the concubine do something wrong?" ”

Xia Shang didn't mean to blame, and rubbed Li Luo's head.

This Guo Qingqing is full of suspicions, and her origin is unknown, how can she rashly let her serve left and right? She didn't dress like someone who had been running around with her father all the time, and what she said was hard to believe. Besides, why did the crowd choose themselves? Is it really a coincidence?

At this time, the girl picked up the trailer with the body lying down again, and bowed to Xia Shang: "Thank you Engong, I don't know where Engong lives, if you can trust the little girl, the little girl will come to find Engong after burying her father." ”

Such a good-looking girl, ordinary people are afraid that they would rather go with her father to bury her father than let her go, but who knows that Xia Shang said seriously: "Girl, you and I meet in Pingshui, you don't have to take your own life, this little money is just a gesture, I never thought that you would serve left and right, bury your father well, and then go somewhere else to make a living by yourself." ”

Guo Qingqing was stunned: "Engong, do you want me?" ”

"That's right."

This was said firmly, and it was not as polite as before, Xia Shang thought that this could see if there was a problem with this woman. If she continues to entangle, it proves that she has bad intentions, and if she leaves, it proves that she has thought too much.

Xia Shang's actions surprised Xu Yuan and Li Luo, and after living with Xia Shang for a long time, they will know that Xia Shang's lust in his bones is much more serious than that of ordinary people, and such a beautiful little girl has to be sent away in vain? What is this?

Especially Xu Yuan, she still remembers the night when she went to buy breeding sheep outside the city with the little master, why is there such a big gap compared to that night?

"Did I misunderstand him?"

After Xia Shang spoke, Guo Qingqing lowered his head with a lonely expression, didn't say much, and silently pulled the cart farther and farther.

Guo Qingqing's actions were unexpected by Xia Shang: "Could it be that you are thinking too much?" ”

Looking at Guo Qingqing's back, as well as the dilapidated board car behind her, it looks extremely incongruous.

Xia Shang shook his head, and said in his heart that this is fine, and it saves a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Guo Qingqing has walked far under the eyes of many people, and she has long been unable to see Xia Shang's shadow, and there are many people around her who come to ask if they are willing to go home with him. These people were ignored, and when they continued to entangle, what these big men got was a cold and gloomy look, strange and inexplicable, and after seeing it, people did not dare to continue to approach.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people following Guo Qingqing, until she quietly disappeared from people's field of vision, and the trailer behind her turned into a withered yellow palm leaf.

Dead father? It's just a speck of dust.

……

Xia Shang and the three of them continued to move along the river, and soon arrived near Yunshui Pavilion.

Without Xu Yuan, the business of Yunshui Pavilion is as good as ever, and it may be that during the Spring Festival, there are more guests in front of the door than before. But there is still that old rule, and it has to pass the test of Yunshui Pavilion.

Many people were stopped by the exam questions at the door, and there were stalls at the gate, and some people drank tea, but more people chose the traditional Tusu wine during the Spring Festival.

Because of Xu Yuan, Xia Shang was a little interested in Yunshui Pavilion, and turned around and asked, "You don't cook in Yunshui Pavilion, who will help?" ”

"The owner recruited a cook from out of town, and his skills are good, and she helps these times."

"Even if it's far worse than you."

Xu Yuan looked in the direction of Yunshui Pavilion, then at Xia Shang, and suddenly became curious: "If the little master is interested, it is better to go in and sit down, order two dishes and taste it to know how his craftsmanship is." ”

This was a bit sudden, and it was only when he arrived at the door of Yunshui Pavilion that he realized Xu Yuan's true intentions.

This woman didn't want Xia Shang to taste the new chef's dishes at all, but wanted to see Xia Shang's ability beyond cooking.

Like what...... Poetry.

Today, the Yunshui Pavilion entrance test is a poem that is in line with the festival, and you can only enter after it is made.

This is just a quiz, and the requirements for the verses are not high, as long as they are suitable for the festival and can simply rhyme, so it is not difficult for some learned people to spend some time coping.

Guessing Xu Yuan's careful thinking, Xia Shang smiled helplessly: "Xu Yuan, you deliberately came to see me make a fool of myself, right?" ”

Xu Yuan was not shy, and replied generously: "How can there be, it's just a little poem, how can the little master not work?" ”

Xia Shang scratched his head: "How do you know that I must do it?" ”

Xu Yuan tilted her head slightly, as if recalling: "Little Master still remembers going out of the city to buy sheep last year?" When he returned to the city, the little master sang that the concubine was drunk? Although the singing is strange, the lyrics are beautiful. For example, 'don't say who is wrong or right emotionally, I just want to get drunk with you again in my dreams', and 'Plantagenet jade scratching my head is your gift to me, and the neon clothes and feathers sing and dance for you several times'. The words are simple and full of rhyme, which is much more beautiful than those lyrics and songs that circulate in Chang'an. I thought, is the little master not only superb in cooking, but also accomplished in poetry? I don't have a chance to ask on weekdays, but now it's rare to have this opportunity, don't hide it, little master! ”

Xu Yuan's words were heard by others, and he had a sour book in a Confucian shirt to show off his might: "Hidden clumsy? Unscrupulous profiteers, stinking of copper, and delusional about composing poetry? ”

Li Luo's eyes widened when he heard this, and the princess's temper hidden in the depths of her heart was about to explode, but fortunately, she was stopped by Xia Shang.

Xia Shang was not interested, how could he have expected that at this time, someone would stretch his neck out and be slapped in the face, as if everything had been arranged.

Someone did the foreshadowing, Xia Shang's poetry was prosperous, and he asked the speaker first: "This son, seeing that you are personable and extraordinary, you must be a learned person, presumably there are already small poems in Yunshui Pavilion, right?" Why don't you read it and listen to it? ”

"What's the hurry? The contemptible poem has been completed in my heart, but the last sentence still needs to be considered, and I will drink Tu Su again. ”

Xia Shang glanced at him, said no more, stepped forward to the door of Yunshui Pavilion, and walked the pen between the blank paper on the bookcase, and the pen pole instantly flew up and down.

The scholar thought that there would be some amazing work, but he didn't think that the poem was not finished, and the clerk girl of Yunshui Pavilion who was guarding the door laughed first.