This thing went very smoothly, and when he went out of the house, he picked up some food on the side of the street and stuffed it into his mouth, Xue Ling talked to a few people, and found a shop that bought and sold the fields. She was quite generous, generous, and the guys were in a hurry to curry favor, and soon set a few houses to see.

The guy called a carriage and dragged Xue Ling around several houses, always with shortcomings. It wasn't until the fourth that I got up to buy it. The owner of the house is an old couple who make sugar cakes for a living, and now they say that they want to return to their hometown to make fun of their grandchildren, so they sell their property.

The house is not gorgeous, it is simply covered with green tiles, and six or seven rooms have a small attic. Yuan Xue Ling couldn't look down on it, but he heard that the front and back yards were very big, so he came to take a look. When I came in, I found that it was very suitable for the eyes.

I think I was in a hurry to leave, the old couple had already packed their bags, the yard was cleaned, the well and pool were all ready, and there was a red brick oven in the backyard, which was said to be used for making sugar cakes every day. The place is as big as the guy said, and there are a few pomegranates in the corner of the courtyard that are in bloom and blooming like fire. Xue Ling had never seen such a gorgeous flower, and he stood there and stared at it for a long time and was reluctant to leave.

The old woman was embarrassed to see her so engrossed, and said, "The little girl likes to eat pomegranates, and the old body doesn't hide it from you, don't look at this flower blooming well, but this tree, it doesn't bear fruit." If the old man hadn't had to keep it, it would have been gone a long time ago. ”

The old man next to him instantly blushed, and shouted: "What's wrong with not hanging fruit, people live for a lifetime, grass and trees have a spring, you have to have a fruit?" He turned his head to Xue Ling and said: "Girl, let me tell you, this flower blooms in early May, and it blooms every year until July, and I am afraid that I can't find such a beautiful pomegranate flower in the palace." Don't cut down the tree. ”

The old woman was not annoyed, and smiled and coaxed: "Okay, good, don't hang the fruit, don't hang the fruit." I just tell people and girls, it's not good to deceive people. ”

Xue Ling had never seen pomegranates in Pingcheng, and he didn't pay much attention to these things when he returned to Beijing, but he just watched the flowers bloom brilliantly for a while, and he was a little distracted, not caring whether he hung the fruit or not. Seeing that the old couple was interesting, he said with a smile: "The old man likes it so much, why don't you move it together." ”

The old man waved his hand again and again: "It's not easy to move, it's not easy to move." This man is alive, and the tree is dead. I'm old, it's old, and I hope it can all be good. ”

Xue Ling moved his eyes to the flowers again, people live for a lifetime, and they don't bear fruit like this?

The old man approached the old woman and whispered, "I planted it when we got married." ”

The old woman was embarrassed for a moment, hammered the old man, and whispered, "Yes." After a pause, he turned away again, and pretended to complain: "How can you say this in front of outsiders." ”

"That's it, I've brought the money, and if the two old men have no objection, the matter will be settled." Xue Ling grinned, she liked this house.

After paying the money, the old woman was still nagging about some old things, nothing more than how to buy this house, how to run a family with her father-in-law, and asked Xue Ling which family's daughter she was, but she wanted to buy a dowry for herself, why did she come out alone at a young age. Xue Ling's truth and falsehoods were mixed with him, and he followed the guy to hand over a series of miscellaneous items of the title deed and house deed, and turned around and went to Linjiang Xian to drink tea.

In May, the new lotus has been revealed, and Linjiang Xian's dim sum should be handed in with lotus leaves. The freshly baked peach blossom cake is still steaming, and the fragrance of the smoked lotus leaves is also stronger. A leaf of emerald reflects pink, very elegant. The white porcelain box next to it contains water for guests to clean their hands, and they have not forgotten to put two lotus petals to decorate, which is indeed a good place to spend time.

The twilight is dying, the people downstairs are coming and going, and the people who are blown by the river are itching in their hearts. Xue Ling sat by the window, having the illusion that he didn't know where he was. The old couple said that they would stay one more night, Xue Ling naturally didn't care about this kind of thing, just thinking about when he should help Lao Li Tou clean up the pile of rags.

She took a long breath, and in the future, there would be a place to go in Beijing. Although I don't like sweetness, I can't stop this peach blossom cake. Speaking of which, Mrs. Su's house has reduced the sugar to her taste, but the normal sweetness in other places is also very happy.

As soon as you eat, you can go back to the carriage of three years ago. Nothing has happened yet, Lu Wenan looked at her with two big boxes and said, "Buy so much, you can't finish eating and spoiling it." ”

Do people like that thing, or do they like that thing to be related to people?

There is a slight crisp sound between the lips and teeth, and occasionally a sip of tea is greasy, and when you are immersed in your thoughts, the world is quiet. Xue Ling reached into the box and dipped some water, thinking about the Qi family, but his fingers did not obey the call and drew a "Zhao" on the table.

She has described too many family names, and as soon as people get distracted, it is inevitable that they will become accustomed to nature, and they will follow the mold when they raise their hands. After writing, he was stunned for a moment, and then erased it with his palm, and solemnly wrote a "Qi".

For Xue Ling, the Qi family was useless, but at this moment, she still couldn't help but sigh, not knowing whether Qi Shiyan was dead or alive. This incident, even though it was directed and acted by Qi Shiyan, if he didn't send it to the door that day, maybe it wouldn't be the end.

The strip of cloth in Lao Litou's hand can basically determine what happened to the whole thing. It should be Wei Long who joined hands to Tuoba and milled Pingcheng in front, and then sent worry-free to die and framed Daddy behind. If it is really as Mrs. Su said, Daddy died in prison before he was convicted, then it should be the poisonous hand sent by Wei Long, to prevent long nights and dreams, I don't know what the situation was in the prison at that time.

Xue Ling glanced out the window, thinking that he had to find a night to meet Princess Yongle in the past few days, Qi Qingyi was mostly talking about his own business, and he didn't tell how Princess Yongle knew about Wuwu, so it was better to talk about it in person.

It has been more than three years since I returned to Beijing, but the first two years or so seem to have only passed for one day, and in the last few months, it seems that more than ten years have passed. Ancheng grain and grass, Shi Qi came to Liang, Qi Shiyan dismissed, picked up Xue Li's identity, Qi Qingyi was born, Wei Yi died, Lao Li returned, and a series of things made people overwhelmed.

From time to time, his fingers were dipped in water and smeared on the table, and the more Xue Ling thought about it, the more he gasped, and his chest throbbed a little. When I touched my hand, I remembered that Jiang Yufeng's dog was not light that night, and it was not yet complete, so there was an extra word "Jiang" on the table.

The water stains dry quickly, and so on, turning over and over, and there is not much content left on the table. Now that he has touched his chest, the line of sword wounds has also jumped on his fingertips through the single clothes. Chen Wang Wei Yi, he once took a sword for Chen Wang Wei Yi. Jiang Yufeng didn't remember it in a blink of an eye, only remembered that Wei Yi was dead. But Wei Yi was going to die. Without her Xue Ling, I'm just afraid that I will die sooner. She just didn't stop it, she didn't do it.

Where do these truths make sense?

Naturally, it doesn't make sense, and Qi Shiyan can't make sense either. After all, when he was carefree, he just pushed the boat down the river and didn't stretch out his hand to stop it.

When the guy came in to clean up the scraps, only a single Huo character was faintly visible on the table.

If there are many things you don't want to do, you still have to do them. Xue Ling carried a bag of snacks and swayed towards Qi Mansion, intending to take it back and coax Qi Qingfei to say a few words. There are too many idlers and chores, and it is useless to think about it, just take it step by step. On the contrary, she was not so anxious to find Wei Long, after all, Wei Long was behind the scenes back then, and she didn't bite herself in person. Life and death all the way that year, it was Huo Yunsheng's dog who was aggressive. The matter of Chen Wangfu is Huo Yunsheng's ghost again.

Therefore, the thoughts of this half afternoon finally converged on the "Huo" on the table.

Passers-by only saw the girl carrying the candy paper bag, with a lovely smile on her face, but they didn't know what Xue Ling was thinking over and over again:

Huo Yunsheng, when did he die?