In the next three days, Qiao Le and Jun Yan were inseparable.

Although they always stay together, they are surprisingly peaceful, and they are not too far apart. Even the fine work sent by the father and son of the Qiao family, which finally broke into the apricot orchard, did not find the slightest clue.

Except that he would be very sleepy every night and used to going to bed early, he felt that his task was not neglected at all, and it was simply perfect.

Well, go to bed early and get up early, and your health is good.

It is worth mentioning that after the banquet in Xingyuan, the officialdom of the capital fell silent.

It is not so much the silence of officialdom as the entire aristocracy, which is collectively silent.

No matter how arrogant the lord used to be, he was praying for one thing. That is, the king's palace is arrogant and looks down on the little thing in their hands.

That's right, they used to show off their might, but now when they think of the gambling debts they owe, they can't help but hold their heads and cry.

Those who only have one gambling card are okay and owe less, but those who have a few cards, not to mention, half of the family property is gone......

But no matter how much or how little they owe, if the king's palace does not ask, they will not give.

Who wouldn't.

Ran Gee didn't expect that the first to pay off the arrears was actually Chu Yuan and Chu Qin.

What about the sworn enemy?

Can't you royal family have a little backbone?

In desperation, a group of dignitaries had no choice but to rush to the door and enter the fire pit.

In one day, the King's Mansion held countless treasures of the land deed and made a lot of money.

In this regard, Jun Yan was silent.

Qiao Le even felt that he would say in the next sentence, you can take it if you want.

So she immediately waved her hand first, saying that she was useless, she didn't need it, and she couldn't ask for it.

Until she found out that she was thinking too much.

Because where Jun Yan wants to say, "Take it if you want", he clearly stuffed it directly into your hands, and didn't care if you wanted it or not.

Even after stuffing, it will give you a full face of surprise.

Reactive and unreactive?

Do you still need merit to take your own things?

If you don't accept it, will you let me go out on my back?

Or do you think that in addition to fighting wars and farming, the old man will also manage accounts?

And Qiao Le only learned today that the Jun family only cares about losing, regardless of making money.

If it weren't for the fact that they had a century-old foundation, countless industries under their hands, and a wealth of talents, it is estimated that it would be a matter of time before they died of poverty.

However, even if there are many talents, they are all geniuses who fight and brawl, and idiots who manage accounts.

In short, Qiao Le just took all the compensation, and took a few houses of messy treasures and title deeds.

Looking at the ashes of those rooms, she felt that she wanted to take care of these things, and she didn't know how many days.

And as far as she knew, Jun Yan's subordinates had their own treasury, so he would hardly use the money from the King's Mansion. As for Mr. Jun, does it cost money to live in Beiguan?

What can she say about this?

Except for the word "good", she could only be silent.

And in these three days, if you want to say who is the happiest, it must be Lu Jing.

Because this serf, who had been beaten many times, finally turned over completely with the help of Jun Yan's bowl of devil decoction.

Looking at the old man Jun who drank medicine every day until he foamed at the mouth, life was worse than death, he didn't mention how happy he was.

Because the power of this medicine was too strange, he Lu Jing was curious for a while, and he actually tasted it by the gods.

The results can be imagined.

When he boarded, he fell face down on the table with a "snap", unconscious.

Come in standing and go out lying down.

In this regard, the old prince was disgusted and laughed until he was suffocated.

Just because he only poured a few bowls of water to wake up, but Lu Jing drank ten bowls and was still confused.

Two lines of clear tears fell, and Lu Jing couldn't laugh anymore. Not to mention, he has a psychological shadow.

Good guy, he's straight good guy......

And the chain reaction that came from this was that there was a craze for drinking medicine within the King's Mansion, which made a group of masters gear up and follow one after another.

In the end, drink one by one, drink one batch and pour one batch, the taste is so tragic that everyone remembers it vividly.

Since then, the name of the poison fairy has spread far and wide and has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

And who is this "poison fairy"?

Of course, it is not the little prince who harms people, but the glorious fairy Qiao.

The monk temple is all certified, and the poison fairy is the only one.

In this regard, Qiao Le looked at Jun Yan beside her, "Poison Immortal"? I'm the "Poison King"!

Isn't it just a pot?

Carry each other, who is afraid of whom.

On the second day of the three-day, Qiao Le was taken to the back mountain by Jun Yan. On a platform full of red maples, there is a well-restored tomb.

Engraved on it is the name of Jun Xi, the lord of the Jun family.

According to Jun Yan, his mother is glamorous and flamboyant, has a strong temperament, likes red clothes the most, and loves maple leaves.

She asked to be buried here.

The site and pit were also chosen by her, and even the style of this tomb was painted by herself.

Probably, I almost didn't move the bricks myself and build the wall with my own hands.

So Qiao Le asked, when was it picked?

Jun Yan: "Twenty-eight years old. ”

Qiao Le: "......"

Seriously, it was hard for her Qiao Le to imagine what kind of strange person her mother-in-law was, and she actually built her own grave so early.

Uh-huh, probably, it has a deep meaning.

Raising his hand and stroking the stone tablet in front of him, Qiao Le took Jun Yan's hand and said seriously:

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of him."

Then he drank three cups in a row and was unconscious on the spot.

Raising his hand to catch Qiao Le, Jun Yan held his forehead, and secretly sighed that the unlucky child would drink it, and he didn't look at what he was drinking.

Is the wine placed in front of his mother's grave something to drink casually?

That is, on this day, Qiao Wangfu felt that it was dark very early, and although he didn't do anything, he was extremely sleepy.

As soon as my eyes closed and opened, it was noon the next day.

So he would never know what kind of expression Qiao Le had when he woke up groggily in the morning and saw that he was disheveled and covered with red marks.

Sleep tonight, that nightdress, is it still necessary for her to wear it?

Qiao Le's cheeks were slightly red, and he said secretly in his heart.

Because although she was not slept by Jun Yan, it seemed that she still had a feeling of exhaustion and indescribable......

And she can vaguely recall some sporadic pictures of Jun Yan leaning in her ear and bewitching her.

It's just that.

Time turned, and it was the third day.

And there is only one theme for this third day, brushing luck.

Because of the cure of the old man, Qiao Le has been black and thunderous for the past two days, and he is extremely unlucky.

Two days ago, she wanted to look for leeks to replenish her luck. However, Junyan deliberately delayed and has been suffering until now.

With Jun Yan's help, it was naturally easy for her to collect luck. It's also a matter of time before black becomes white.

She would have been very happy, if she hadn't seen the opera singing on the street, and it was a coincidence that she was singing the play where she called Jun Yan......

The gongs and drums on the stage were noisy, and the audience was crowded.

A "Lang Jun-", twists and turns.

Qiao Le: "I'm going to smash the table, let go, Jun Yan, you let me go!" ”

This is so affectionate, crispy and numb, so charming that she wants to vomit when she hears it, can she shout it?

Jun Yan, you're laughing!

I watched!

Ahhh Shut up, you guys shut up for me!

On this day, Qiao Lefeng was killed and had nowhere to redress his grievances.

It was also on this day that Jun Yan chartered all the stages and played them on a loop.

Sing, sing it to me!

Qiao Le: "......"

And it is said to be sung repeatedly, but it is not. Because under the careful inventory, in just three days, there are more than 30 stories about her and Jun Yan.

Not thirty versions of one story, but thirty completely different stories, each with its own merits.

How can each have its own merits?

It's probably a story that can be made up more than the other, and one is more outrageous than the other, and each one is 108,000 miles away from the truth, like a dog, but it's too popular to be true.

For example, what is the love of the army.

The second secondary school boy Atuyi acted as the villain, and performed a long bloody story of heroes saving the United States and fighting side by side.

Atuyi, who obviously only has a few seconds of scenes, ran all over the audience and can be called a model worker.

Another example is yesterday's apricot garden banquet.

Look at the self who I feel pitiful and so charming that Qiao Le wants to vomit himself, and opens his mouth and closes his mouth to shout "Lang Jun-".

And her father and her brother saw it, I don't know if they will be angry on the spot, those two harlequins who guard the cabbage like watchdogs.

Well, except for Jun Yan Weiguangzheng, who is so good that the people are not good, all the staff are rubbish......

If it weren't for Qiao Le's relishing of Jun Yan's reading and seeming to be extremely looking forward to the follow-up plot, she would have suspected that this book was written by him Jun Yan.

After all, that "Lang Jun-" is really so demonic......

In the end, Qiao Le became popular.

Because of the rendering of I don't know how many plays, it became an instant hit and became a model for countless women in Beijing to learn.

There are even rumors that she is full of peach blossoms and that marriage will be successful.

As soon as she got rid of the thunder, the flames turned white, so she grabbed Jun Yan and clamored to go home.

But Jun Yan said that he was hungry.

And what he asked for was not the delicacies of the mountains and seas, but a bowl of Yangchun noodles that he stopped by chance when he was shopping with Qiao Le that day.

Spring and white snow, the lower Riba people.

One elegant, the other tacky.

But no matter how elegant or vulgar, as long as it is with you, it is the best memory.

Now that the noodle stall has become a noodle restaurant, Qiao Le and Jun Yan chose a table at random, silent.

The parting was imminent, Jun Yan didn't say where he was going, and Qiao Le didn't ask.

The two of them seemed to have made an agreement, and no one mentioned it.

Until someone lowered their eyes and approached, their eyes were full of anticipation.

Qiao Le: "What, why are you ......?"

Holding the chopsticks tightly, Qiao Le instinctively shrank back.

Shrinking is obviously not going to solve anything.

Because Jun Yan had raised his hand to open the book "Xingyuan Spring", and put it in front of Qiao Le uprightly. And his slender fingertips happened to point to a sentence, a sentence that made Qiao Le want to die on the spot and bury himself.

Jun Yan: "Le'er, I want to listen to this." ”

Qiao Le: "No, you don't want to. ”

Then, the word "Le'er" began the devil's loop, and 360 degrees were repeatedly played in Qiao Le's ears without dead ends.

Qiao Le: "Lang, Lang, Axi......"

No, she really can't scream.

But looking at Jun Yan's face full of anticipation, I thought that he was about to leave tomorrow.

Qiao Le: "Lang Jun ......"

And it was this second of compromise that created her nightmare all night.

Jun Yan, you should be a person......