Wang Meiren and Yingwang entered the store, and when she saw that person, the figure who had been in love with her for more than a year, met here unexpectedly.

Wang Meiren's first reaction was to turn around and want to flee from here, but the person left before her.

Wang Meiren's face was bloodless for a moment, and even if she was coated with rouge, she could hardly hide her pale face.

King Ying raised his hand to hug her with concern: "Beauty." ”

Wang Meiren lowered her head in confusion and said with a reluctant smile: "As soon as I came in, I felt that I was immersed in the cold, and the hall was too spacious, right?" ”

The beauty raised her eyes and subconsciously went to find the figure. King Ying's eyes followed the beauty and saw only a corner of the clothes.

Jiang Xin walked into the back kitchen and never came out.

Xiuying saw the distinguished guest enter the door and hurriedly stepped forward. But I saw that the beauty's expression was not like before, and I heard the beauty say that the hall was too spacious and quite cool.

Said with a smile: "What Madame said is very true, the villain stands at the counter every day, sometimes he is so cold that he can't reach out his hand, he writes with a pen, and his hands are stiff. ”

The beauty felt a little out of shape, "It's not all, I'm weak, older, and have a lot of problems, girl, don't listen to me." ”

Xiuying laughed with her; "Mrs. daughter's precious body should naturally be cherished and cherished."

Xiuying sent a few people upstairs, and she followed. Arrange rooms for Wang Huai and Gao Cang, the prince is not short of silver, and his subordinates are also arranged in the high room.

Xiuying went downstairs, thinking about asking Jiang Xin to go up to greet her, and she could talk without saying anything. shouted a few times and said that he didn't see Jiang Xin.

King Ying took Wang Meiren and his party to come every three or five times, as long as Jiang Yao was basically there, they would accompany him.

Ashina said, "It's like going to the back kitchen." ”

Xiuying went to the back kitchen to look for it, and the people in the back kitchen said that Jiang Xin left first because he was not feeling well.

Xiuying didn't think much about it, his body had just recovered, and it was normal for him not to be tired.

Jiang Yao brought his prey to the restaurant on the second day, but he didn't see Jiang Xin.

"What about Jiang Xin?" He asked Su-young.

"Yesterday he was not feeling well, he left early, and he didn't come over today." Suyoung replied.

Not feeling well? "I'll go see him."

Jiang Yao went back to Buzheng to visit Jiang Xin.

Qiu Ju was cleaning up the room, "Childe is back." ”

She held a rag in her hand, focused on the gossip, and used the rag as a handkerchief to cover her mouth.

Said mysteriously: "Childe, when Jiang Xin came back yesterday, his face was pale, as if he had lost his soul, and when he asked him, he didn't say a word. ”

"I'll go see him." Jiang Yao said and walked out.

"Childe, Jiang Xin is not here. He didn't have breakfast, and I saw him go to the courtyard in a trance. ”

Qiu Ju was not at ease and wanted to follow him, but Jiang Xin waved his hand and refused. I guess it's still in the hospital.

Jiang Yao came to the backyard and looked around, but there was no one.

"Childe,"

Jiang Xin sat on the floor leaning on the wine urn, committed to a pile of wine urns, holding the wine gourd in his hand, and staggered up to greet him.

He was in just right shape, the weather was cold, and he didn't wear much. According to what Qiu Ju said, he sat here for most of the day, and he was practicing himself.

Jiang Yao turned to leave, and Jiang Xin shouted behind him: "Engong, come back, drink with Jiang, do you even want to leave me..."

Jiang Xin muttered and said that he was committed to sitting on the ground. "Childe, get angry, leave too, let's go, let's go, the stripes come and go without worry."

Jiang Xin picked up the wine gourd, and the wine was sparse and spilled. "Good wine, good pleasure."

Jiang Yao ignored him and went back to the room to get two bearskin mats. One was spread on the ground, and the other was draped on Jiang Xin's body, and he sat side by side.

"I knew that Eungong would not leave me." Jiang Xin was a little drunk.

"Your body can't drink too much."

Jiang Yao took the wine gourd away from him. Jiang Xin obediently let go, his eyes staring ahead.

Youyou said, "Childe, I'll tell you a story." ”

He looked ahead in a daze, and only turned his head to look at Jiang Yao for a long time: "Childe, do you want to hear it?" ”

"If you want to say anything, I'm willing to listen." Jiang Yao softened his eyes.

"There is a Du Sheng, who was born in a family of eunuchs, and his father is often proud of him, saying to relatives and friends, 'This is my family's thousand-mile horse'."

Jiang Xin smiled, raised his sleeves and wiped his face, "There is no Du Sheng in the world, it is Jiang Xin who is sitting here." ”

Du Sheng is a native of Changzhou, his father is an official to Xingyang, and his family is well-off.

When his father knew his fate, Du Sheng was weak and crowned, and he was handsome and eloquent, and outstanding.

Deeply respected by his peers, his father valued him very much, and often said to others that this is a good horse in my family.

In the township examination, he was admitted to the show in one fell swoop. He was going to the capital to take the imperial examination, and his father prepared clothes, carriages, horses, and salaries for him, and prepared the best things for him.

His father said to him: "In terms of ability, my son should have no problem in high school, but I still have enough money for my father to spend in Beijing for two years." ”

Du Sheng also thinks that the title of the gold list is like a bag to take things. His father prepared for his salary for two years, and he was confident that he would win the championship in one fell swoop if he went to the capital.

Du Sheng set off from Piling and arrived in Chang'an after a month. Lives in Buzheng-ri.

One day I went to the East Market to play, and entered through the east gate of Pingkang, and his friend lived in the southwest.

After Mingkequ, there is a house, which does not occupy a wide area, but the house is also quite large.

The door was ajar. A woman held the shoulders of the maid in green clothes with a double-ring bun, standing in the courtyard, charming and graceful, rare in the world.

When Du Sheng saw her inadvertently, he couldn't help but be shocked, and he was obsessed with it for a while. Hold on to the horse's reins and linger.

He pretended to miss the whip and wandered in place. From time to time, her eyes were aimed at the girl, and the girl also looked at him affectionately.

The two of them flirted for a long time. Du Sheng didn't dare to take the liberty to come forward to say hello, and he was reluctant to leave.

Du Sheng has been in a loss since then. His friend looked at him and asked him what was wrong, and he told him the cause and effect.

A friend who was familiar with Chang'an told him that the woman, Wang, was a Maiko. The people who associate with her can't see her without millions of dollars.

Du Sheng is overjoyed, what is a million, as long as you are happy, money is not a problem. As long as money can solve the problem, it is not a problem.

Du Sheng bathed and changed his clothes, and sent a greeting post in.

As soon as the maid in Tsing Yi saw him, she trotted into the house to report that the boy who had dropped the horsewhip the day before yesterday came.

Wang's dressed up, bright eyes and bright wrists, enchanting and beautiful, Du Sheng sighed that the peony flower died, and he was also a ghost.

In response to his words at the time, he met the Wang family, which made his life go up and down, and he walked back and forth a few times on the ghost gate.

The next story is naturally a spendthrift of money and a concubine. The two are like shadows, lingering in love, just like husband and wife.

The salary he brought was spent like a stream, but he could not get in and out, and for more than a year, he had already lived by selling clothes, carriages, and servants.

Wang saw that his oil and water were almost pressed, and he had no use value. Until it was designed, sweeping the floor and dying for life, it was a long story.

When Jiang Xin said this, he couldn't cry anymore, and he couldn't speak.