This boy smiled, Yang Yuying sighed lightly, and couldn't help but feel a little trance, remembering a vulgar and vulgar saying.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

He was dressed simply, but he only stood in front of the car, and the car, the horse, and the blue bricks and tiles were all brilliant.

Moreover, this person is familiar.

Yang Yuying racked her brains and thought for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was like a marshal.

It's just that the marshal's skin is bronzed, his body is tall, and although his bones are also slender, he is full of power, and since she met the marshal, the marshal has a mature face, and it seems that until death, there has not changed much.

The person in front of him still has the appearance of a teenager, childish, at most ten years old, with a handsome face, a smile on his lips, and a thin body, fair skin, and slender and transparent fingers.

And marshal is a completely different type.

The young man stepped into the gate of the house on the left, Yang Yuying smiled, and he didn't think that the marshal was actually a public face.

Just this point of look, unconsciously made her heart ripple, and gave birth to a three-point good feeling.

Yang Yuying exhaled and turned into her house.

But said that the son-in-law she had just paid attention to, when she entered the door next door, she was dignified to the point of raising her holy eyebrows, and she smiled so much that she showed two teeth, not frivolous, to a romantic appearance that could not be washed off: "Xiao Yin, the girl just now, from the eyebrows to the figure, to the dress, and a little red plum makeup in the center of the eyebrows, are all the looks I like." ”

The young man dressed as a small servant next to him bowed his head and said nothing.

"Really, didn't you look at the picture of the beauty I drew in the early years? Isn't it all like that? ”

Xiao Yin was stunned and recalled, it was really true.

This guy is good at painting, especially good at painting people, and he painted a few pictures of beauties that are not for sale, and he is really dressed like the girl just now.

"What a coincidence!"

Childe muttered to himself.

Everyone has preferences, and his preferences are all imagined in his head, because there are no brothers and sisters around, and his mother died early when he was young, he rarely gets close to girls, and naturally there are no girls to make references, and he paints according to his own preferences.

When he got out of the car today, the person in the painting appeared in front of him alive, but it scared him so much.

"If it weren't for the fact that I have always been stable, I almost thought that I had seen the fairy in the painting, hey, if I quarreled and was a beautiful woman, it would be a sin."

Xiao Yin, the little guy next to him, sighed, his face was full of sadness, and he groaned: "Do you still have the heart to care about others? ”

The young man shook the oil-paper umbrella, the umbrella body was closed, a thin line popped up at the top, flew up in the air and rolled down a ripe persimmon, wiped it on his body, cut a piece, and took a bite.

"Hmm, it's delicious."

Zhao Yi arranged a very good house for Yang Yuying, if you want to be quiet, as soon as the courtyard door is closed, you can enjoy the quiet, if you want to be too lonely, the gate passes through the alley, and there are shops with antiques everywhere.

The back door opens, it is the Qingrong Street that is quite lively and prosperous in Dengzhou City, on both sides of the street, there are all kinds of food shops, wine shops, tea houses, those who sell art, those who sell songs, and the craftsmen are also countless, every evening, the lights are shining, and the visitors are like weaving.

Yang Yuying sat alone in the study to read, and the maids arranged by Zhao Yi could often go out to play, and they could see a lot of new things every day.

A few days have passed, the day of the start of the assessment of Changping Academy is approaching, Yang Yuying has not gone out for several days, a little stuffy, the weather is good this day, she plans to go out to relax.

Moreover, before leaving home, Qingxiaguan gave Yang Yuying a plate of Tongzhi Pill, according to the persuasion of the brain, Yang Yuying tried it, and the effect of the medicine was not careless, but the faint mint-flavored honey pill was actually quite refreshing, not as bitter as ordinary pills at all.

She swallowed half a bottle of jelly beans along the way, and she liked it so much, she should prepare a return gift.

You don't have to have anything rare, it's good to prepare more snacks.

Li Daochang loves the little apprentices the most, is good to their little Taoist children, coaxes the children to be happy, and makes her happier than being nice to her.

Yang Yuying took the money bag and went out, and as soon as she walked to the market, she heard a very irritable voice in front of her: "Profiteer, a bucket of rice dares to sell for triangular money, obviously it was only a dime last year, and it has tripled this year!" If you don't lower the price today, if you don't lower it, I will go around the prison with high righteousness, and I have to kill you first, so that we can vent our people's anger! ”

There was a lot of noise around.

There are many scholars on the left and right, pointing and pointing.

Yang Yuying also felt interesting for a while, and when she looked up, she saw that the loud voice was tall, her face was slightly red, but she was dressed in Confucian clothes, and she was carrying a bookcase on her thick shoulders, which looked like a reader.

"You say, do you reduce the price today or not!"

The shopkeeper of the grain shop who was carried by him was sweating profusely, and said bitterly: "This, this, the small one doesn't count!" ”

The loud voice sneered: "Don't count? That's good, there are many people who agree with Lao Tzu, so Lao Tzu has the final say......"

Before he finished speaking, a refreshing male voice suddenly sounded.

"This benevolent brother, this is a bad statement, I think, the villagers here, who approve of the price of the shopkeeper, account for the majority, and everyone is not happy with the price of grain."

The big voice was stunned, and he was furious: "Where did the little white face come from, what kind of is you talking about!" ”

Yang Yuying followed the voice and saw that this person was her 'neighbor'.

Speaking of which, because she was busy preparing for the exam, she didn't carry out activities such as good neighborliness and friendship, but most of the surrounding houses were rented to candidates who were going to apply for Changping Academy, and they were not like ordinary candidates, so this could be her future classmate.

was scolded by the loud voice pointing at his nose, this boy brother was not in a hurry or angry, his expression was faint, and he was smiling.

"Don't worry, brother, if you don't believe it, let's ask?"

Childe pointed to an old man next to him who was carrying a sack to purchase coarse grains, "Old man, do you think you need to lower the price of rice?" ”

The old Handen was startled, and a cold sweat broke out: "Do you want to reduce the price again?" But no, it took a little bit to go up, and it couldn't go down any more. ”

Childe shrugged, stretched out his hand, and his slender white fingers tapped back and forth, hitting many people one after another.

Everyone knows that food prices cannot be lowered again.

The big voice was dumbfounded, and he said angrily: "What the hell are you doing!" ”

"Brother Ren, I don't recognize you below, let alone this shopkeeper, how can you be a ghost?" He laughed, Shi Shiran bowed, "In Xia Xia Zhiming, a person in the capital, there are still two points of fame in the capital, so I will use my reputation as a guarantee here, the price of food for this shopkeeper is not high, compared to the capital, it is slightly lower, but it is slightly higher than Jiangnan and other places." ”

"It seems that the governor of Dengzhou Liu has a good way of governing the place, and the evaluation in the coming year will be excellent."

The loud voice was stunned by him, and Yang Yuying also looked sideways: "Xia Zhiming? ”

If he were Xia Zhiming, then there would be a ghost.