What kind of marriage is something that Quan Rou has never thought about.

was pulled by Lu Qiqi to the little monk who wrote red silk, and Quan Rou was still stunned.

"Little master, please give me two red silks." Lu Qiqi didn't think there was anything in this, and said to the little master generously.

"The donor is polite, "The marriage silk of the Great Xiangguo Temple does not need silver, because most of the pilgrims who come to the Great Xiangguo Temple have enough money for sesame oil on weekdays."

The little monk handed the red silk to Lu Qiqi, "There is gold dust over there, and the girl writes it herself." ”

"Thank you," Lu Qiqi took it, pulled Quan Rou and walked to the desk with gold dust on the side.

"Seventeen," Kwon was dragged to the table, "I don't write this." ”

It didn't mean much to her writing. Marriage is such a thing, Quan Rou never cares.

From the Bai family at the beginning to the current Marquis Jiang, Quan Rou has not considered the relationship between men and women. From beginning to end, it was just to be able to live.

The old man was probably not interested in her business.

What kind of marriage note is written, it's all wasted.

Lu Qiqi also insisted extraordinarily, took a pen from the desk, and stuffed it into Quan Rou's hand, "I want to write!" Although the marriage tree of this great Xiangguo Temple is not as good as that of the Yuelao Temple, it is also famous in Jinling. I've heard that the people who wrote this marriage note are all happy. ”

"If it's not happy, it won't make you hear." Quan Rou whispered, after all, so many people believe it, and she can't say it loudly, otherwise she will smash the place of Daxiangguo Temple.

This kind of marriage place, the stories that you can hear must be beautiful. You can't let people hear about the destruction of your family, right? So who else can come? Although Daxiangguo Temple is not famous for seeking marriage, it doesn't want to be saddled with a bad name.

Kwon Rou didn't believe in this thing.

"Write it, and you won't lose it." Lu Qiqi sorted out a piece of red silk and stuffed it to Quan Rou, "Oh, you write, I will write too." ”

She was so resolute that Quan Rou also stopped thinking about persuading people. Instead of wasting your tongue, it is better to write according to her meaning. Anyway, what to write, isn't it all Kwon Rou's final say?

Quan Rou thought so, but she didn't argue with Lu Qiqi anymore, took a brush and stood on the edge of the desk, dipped it in the gold dust in front of her, and said to Lu Qiqi while writing, "You persuaded me for so long, that is, you want to write yourself?" ”

Lu Qiqi also took a pen and stood next to Quan Rou to write, and said with a smile when he heard this, "Who doesn't want to have a good marriage?" What's so strange about this. Besides, I'm doing it for your own good. Although the two of you don't have any feelings, but if you can be safe, it's a good marriage, isn't it? ”

Quan Rou could hear the meaning of her words, so she smiled and shook her head, "Master Jiang and I are just a cooperation. You know it too. In the future, they will be all right. ”

"You can't say that, although I don't have any feelings, but you know what kind of character my cousin is. You have to pray that you don't get hurt by my cousin, don't you? Lu Qiqi smiled and said to Quan Judo.

That's what he said, but Kwon Rou always felt that something was not quite right.

But everyone has already arrived here, so I can't just write a word. There were still people waiting behind, Quan Rou glanced at Lu Qiqi, who had already started to write on the red silk seriously, and also lowered his head and muttered for a while.

Finally, he took up his pen and wrote a few words on the red silk with gold dust, "Peace and joy." ”

"I've got it written." Kwon Rou put the pen down, folded the red silk together, and stepped aside to wait for the landing of Seventeen.

"So fast." Lu Qiqi said this, but she didn't look up at Quan Rou, she thought about it for a long time before she began to pick up the pen and write on the red silk.

"Alright!" Quan Rou didn't know what she had written, but just now, she saw that this girl had written several words.

"What is written?" Kwon asked her with a smile.

Lu Qiqi tilted his head happily, "That can't be said now." ”

She didn't say it, Quan Rou didn't force her, she didn't believe it.

Now the writing is also persuaded by Lu Seventeen for a long time.

"I guess what Sister Quan wrote is that the years are safe, right?" When the little monk helped them hang up the red silk, Lu Qiqi leaned into Quan Rou's ear and spoke.

Kwon Rou raised an eyebrow, "You guessed wrong. ”

Although the general meaning is about the same, there is still one thing missing: joy.

"Really? That should be about the same. ”

Seeing that Lu Seventeen was so sure, Quan Rou couldn't help but tease her, "How are you sure that I must write this?" What if I write something like "Grow Old"? ”

"It's very simple, how hard it is to live. Why think about things that are so far away in the future. Lu Qiqi looked up at Quan Rou, "Others may still think about what will happen in the future, but Sister Quan, you shouldn't be right?" ”

As soon as this question came out, Lu Qiqi immediately shook his head, "Yes, definitely not." ”

This girl's negation came so quickly, it made Quan Rou cry and laugh a little, "I didn't say anything, you told me everything." ”

She didn't seem to have expressed anything at all, Lu Seventeen, this girl, she took all the words to say.

What else can Quan Rou say?

"Then I'm right." Lu Qiqi didn't feel that he had said something wrong, "Sister Quan is not a person who writes about each other. ”

That's what she said, and it's all the truth, but Quan Rou always thinks it's strange for this girl to say it.

"Believe in what you have, and if you don't believe in nothing. It doesn't matter what I write. Quan Rou watched the little monk help the two of them hang up the red silk, and then pulled Lu Qiqi beside him, "Go back, they should be worried about the mandarin ducks for a while." ”

After all, they have been tossing for a long time. Mandarin Duck and Qi Feng are also worried.

It just so happened that Lu Seventeen also wanted to accompany Lu Nineteen more, but he didn't have any opinions now, so he went to the backyard with Quan Rou.

On the way, the two people looked for the little monk who swept the floor and asked, where the accommodation of each family was, they were all clear.

"From here, go to the corner, and then go to the right, and the area over there is arranged for the distinguished guests of the Jing'an Hou Mansion." The little monk showed them the way.

"Thank you, little master." Quan Rou thanked the others, and led Lu Seventeen to walk over.

"When are you going back to Beijing?"

"Almost, at most seven days after the spring feast. If I don't go back, my mother and brother should be in a hurry. Lu Qiqi didn't seem to want to talk about this topic, "How many days can it be delayed." I still have to wait for Wang Xu to tell me the results of the calculation. ”

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