Wan Hui sighed lightly when she heard this: "It's a pity that such a good treasure was given to that demon king of the mixed world." ”

Ouyang Zhen said silently in his heart, things are dead, but people are alive. If you can buy Ling Xiang's peace in the mansion, what is this set of "Empty Valley Breeze"?

Now it's just that Ming Ying has been beaten, if Ling Xiang is beaten in the future, can she still be so calm?

She sighed softly, the sun outside the hospital was scorching, the long summer was lonely, and she could no longer see a shadow of spring.

The summer days in Chudi have always been lively and lively, which is unbearable. During the day, the sun is shining, and the pressure of the heat makes people panic, and they can't wait to lie in the water every day. It is only in the afternoon or the next thunderstorm that there is a cool breeze.

Since Dexuan followed Zhao Qingling, he has been a lot busy, in addition to serving his morning and evening meals, he has to cook tea for the gentlemen in his spare time. When everything was finished, he returned to Zhao Qingling, saw that he was free, and asked a few words when he was waiting for pen and ink that he couldn't understand in the book, and if the book was finished, Zhao Qingling would throw a few more books to him.

At first, Dexuan thought that he would taboo himself as a person from Huaguo, but after explaining several things, he dispelled these concerns. It's just that he firmly remembered Ouyang Zhen's words, and he did everything properly, and he wouldn't ask too much. Zhao Qingling looked at him with a little more appreciation.

Chu Dinghou returned with honor, and he kept entertaining every day. In addition, the two factions in the court were nervous, and they were even too busy to take a break. The doppelganger lacks skills, how can he bow to everything, so many things are handled by his staff.

Zhao Qingling is his first staff, and naturally has more affairs. I often go out every night to meet people in Kyoto's fireworks willow alley, and socialize everywhere.

Since the capture of China by the Chu State, the traffic between the two countries has become smoother, and the two places separated by the source of the river have been more frequent, and the trade has been exchanged.

The prosperity of Kyoto in Chu Land has been more prosperous in the past, and it seems that in a few months, the Qinlou Red Pavilion is full of trees, and the shops are scattered everywhere as if they are blooming everywhere. The land of Chujing is now expensive in every inch of land, and it is even more difficult to buy a good location if you want to buy it.

The trade of merchants was prosperous, and many literati and nobles sang songs every night, lingering in taverns and shops.

On this day, Dexuan followed Zhao Qingling's carriage and drove to the famous "Huanhualou" in Beijing, which was the fourth trip at the beginning of this month.

Zhao Qingling was dressed in white clothes, only holding a paper fan in her hand, sitting in the car with her eyes closed and recuperating, her face was like Pan An, and her body was plump and beautiful. Dexuan is close to him in age, but he is very respectful to him on weekdays, seeing that he is resting, he does not dare to disturb, just sits by the door, slightly lifts the corner of the curtain and looks out carefully at the street shops.

"Dexuan, what's your family name?" Zhao Qingling suddenly asked, with a slight smile in her eyes, like a gentle spring breeze in March, which made people's hearts warm.

Dexuan was looking at the situation outside, and when he heard him say this, he was stunned for a long time before he said, "Mr. Hui, the slave maid has no surname." He lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

He has no surname, only a first name. Thinking about it, his hands clenched slightly, and his joints turned white.

Zhao Qingling smiled slightly, brushed the floor and spread out the paper fan, revealing a splashed ink landscape, far away, like the real landscape dissolved into the world.

"Everyone has a surname, I see that you are beautiful, glorious and introverted, and you must also be a descendant of a family of poets and scholars, how can you not have a surname."

He said unhurriedly, with three points of doubt, two points of concern, and he couldn't hear anything else.

Hearing this, Dexuan raised his head, his heart calmed down a lot, and he replied respectfully: "Mr. Hui, the slave maid only knows that she is from Huadi Yanjun, her parents died when she was a child, and she doesn't know what her surname is when she grows up. Later, when I came to the palace, I didn't need to know what my surname was. ”

Zhao Qingling sighed lightly, secretly looked at Dexuan's face was already calm, and nodded secretly in his heart, this son can be taught.

Thinking about it, he asked lightly: "The woman brought back by Chu Hou is your master." I think it must be a peerless and glamorous character. I will definitely meet him when I have the chance. ”

When Dexuan saw him praise Ouyang Zhen, his delicate and handsome face was full of pride, and he said solemnly: "My wife is full of poetry and books, and she is the daughter of Ouyang Qingyin in Huadi, with outstanding demeanor and peerlessness, not an ordinary woman. If the gentleman sees it, he will be very appreciative. ”

When Zhao Qingling heard this, he said with interest: "It is actually Mr. Ouyang's daughter, it seems to be different, if Mr. Ouyang is still in the world, Mu Bai will definitely go to ask for advice." Saying that, he sighed again and again, saying that he was born at the wrong time, and he was unable to discuss and learn with the contemporary Confucians of Huadi, which was a big regret in life.

Dexuan lowered his head, but stopped talking. If Mr. Ouyang is in the world, not to mention that Mrs. followed Chu Dinghou to become his concubine, then now that Hua Guo has been destroyed by Chu State, I don't know how Mr. Ouyang is embarrassed.

As he was talking, the "Huanhualou" had arrived, and the two young men in Tsing Yi in front of the door hurriedly greeted him and led Zhao Qingling into the door. Dexuan still followed behind, followed to the third door, and waited quietly.

Zhao Qingling's robe swung up, leisurely, and entered the door with a paper fan. Dexuan saw him enter the door, and a very beautifully dressed woman stepped forward and said with a smile: "Zhao Gongzi is late, several adults are here." This is a chic and romantic nobleman. I guess it's also a friend of Zhao Gongzi. ”

Zhao Qingling smiled and didn't reply.

When I entered the room, the door was shut. Dexuan saw a few middle-aged people in brocade clothes hurriedly standing up, and there seemed to be a young son, elegant and handsome, different from ordinary people.

Dexuan had something in his heart and thought about it silently. It happened that a little guy walked by, and he hurriedly smiled and said, "This little brother, I want to ask you about something." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and quietly put a piece of silver into his hand.

The little guy glanced at him, returned the silver to him, raised his eyelids and said, "This big brother, what do you want to ask, first of all, if it is about the guests in the building, I am really embarrassed to be the little brother." I don't know. ”

Dexuan knew it in his heart, and only smiled and said: "This brother is really careful, there is nothing else, that is, my wife sent me an envoy, I want to ask which jade shops in Shangjing are better and more special, the younger brother is from other places, I am not familiar with it, if this homegoing lady asks, I can't pay the errand." ”

The little guy chuckled: "What should I be, the famous ones in Shangjing are 'Changyue Zhai', 'Baofu Building' and 'Qingyun Pavilion', all of which are top-notch." This big brother can just find someone to ask. "I'm leaving.

Dexuan nodded, and said with a bitter face: "I know, I know, but if Mrs. asks me what I sell, brother, I can't say, now I have a lot of errands, I can't be separated, if the little brother can help me with a shift here, I'll go out to have a look, and by the way, I will write down the style that Mrs. wants first, it would be good." ”

As he spoke, he shoved the silver into his hand. The little guy checked the silver in his hand and said happily: "No problem, look at the appearance of the adults inside, there is no hour and a half that will not come out, you have to come back when you go out, otherwise if your adults ask about you, I can't say." ”

Dexuan hurriedly went out with a thousand thanks. As soon as I went out of the door, I went straight to "Xuanrong Street", but at a glance, the lights were bright, and people came and went on the street. Not to mention this street, there are at least four or five such streets in the entire Chujing.

He gritted his teeth and asked if there was a shop selling jade. Looking at the past room, after half an hour, he only looked at half of the street, looked at the sky, had to turn back to the "Huanhua Building" just entered, and saw the little guy waiting at the door, as soon as he saw him, his eyes lit up: "You are here, you are still inside, you are about to come out, how about it?" Did you find the jade style that your wife wanted? ”

Dexuan replied vaguely a few times, and suddenly said: "This little brother, brother, I don't often go out, if you see a 'Linghua Xing', please tell your little brother, thank you." ”

The little guy nodded, and just as someone called him, he hurried away.

After a while, the adults inside came out of the house, and a mixture of rouge, wine and meat came to their faces, and Dexuan had something in his heart, and he was sullen, so he only lowered his head and bowed down to greet them.

Several feet in brocade boots walked in front of him, and suddenly a dragon was embroidered on the top of the boots with dark gold thread on the last pair of boots.

The dragon is alive and ready to come out. Dexuan had been in the palace for a long time, how could he not know what this meant, and he looked up suddenly, but saw that the owner of the pair of boots was saying goodbye to Zhao Qingling. is about a noble son less than twenty years old, with a noble bearing. Maybe it's a little smoky, like a layer of red rouge on Yujun's face, which is eye-catching.

Zhao Qingling's face was as usual, but his eyes were shining, Dexuan knew that he had drunk too much, and he couldn't see anything else, but a pair of eyes looked like water, and he looked like he had drunk a lot.

He said to the noble son: "It's late at night, be careful. The boy patted him on the shoulder, walked a little unsteadily, and smiled: "There is a word from Zhao Gongzi, this ...... Ben Gongzi is also much more relieved. I remember what Fang just said...... "Before I finished speaking, I thought it was the wine in my stomach, so I left in a hurry."

Seeing him leave, Dexuan hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhao Qingling, and said, "Mr. Zhao has drunk too much, let the slave help you." ”

Zhao Qingling glanced at him and said with a smile: "How do you know that I drank too much." After saying that, he burped very indecently.