Seeing that the old man not far away continued to scold, Chen Yurong's brows furrowed even deeper.

She beckoned to the maid who was taking care of the old lady, and the maid came over puzzled.

Chen Yurong pulled the person out, and immediately took out a bag of silver from her pocket, with a gentle smile.

"Sister, my sister doesn't have any other ideas, she just wants to ask you about this grandmother."

The maid snorted with disgust.

"That's just a bad old woman."

As she spoke, a pair of hands reached for the purse.

Chen Yurong understood and immediately put the money bag in her hand.

"This old woman has a very strange temper! Complaining about this and complaining about that all the good things of men in the world, a lot of age, this mouth knows how to say these obscene things. ”

The more the little maid spoke, the more angry she became, "She doesn't have a good attitude towards me, she lets me do this and that like a dog, if it weren't for the high enough pay she gave, I wouldn't want to do it a long time ago!" ”

Shen Ruoxiao walked over from the side, and when he heard their conversation, he hurriedly carried a sense of reassurance.

"This girl, don't be angry, anyway, if you have money, as long as you don't beat people and endure it, it's over."

Different from the warmth and softness on the surface, Shen Ruoxiao has now turned many turns in his heart.

An old lady says every day that there is no good man in the world, and she must have been hurt by love.

This kind of plot abounds in the script, what is like a beautiful flower, and all kinds of love scholars come to her mind.

Shen Ruoxiao was a little itchy for a while, and every woman couldn't help gossiping.

She now wanted to know what the old grandmother had been through.

"Come on, there's nothing for us here, so we'll go first."

The old woman inside continued to scold, and Shen Ruoxiao didn't really want to continue to listen to her scolding.

"Okay, let's go slowly."

The maid got the money, and her attitude towards the two of them can be described as respectful.

The two of them left the mansion, and Chen Yurong's expression was a little sluggish.

"Since this old lady doesn't sell it, what are we going to do?"

Hearing this, Shen Ruoxiao also thought hard for a long time, and his long eyebrows frowned slightly.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and the appearance of Ye Lao appeared in the old sea.

Her master is not only a well-known doctor, but also a Bai Xiaosheng in the capital that people don't know!

Immediately, she winked at Chen Yurong squeezed, and her crooked thoughts were written all over her face.

"Maybe we can find someone to gossip about!"

"Gossip?" Chen Yurong's face was confused, and her beautiful eyes were full of curiosity and puzzlement, "Who?" ”

"Ye Lao, my master!"

Seeing Shen Ruoxiao's cunning face, Chen Yurong's brows furrowed slightly.

"Ye Lao shouldn't be interested in these things, right?"

She often listened to her father say that Ye Lao was obsessed with medical skills and was highly respected, how could such a person care about these short things in the family?

Seeing that Chen Yurong was stunned for a moment, Shen Ruoxiao couldn't wait, she pulled Chen Yurong's sleeve and walked out.

"Yurong, let's go."

Shen Ruoxiao breathed a long sigh of relief after leaving the Ancient Qing Garden, and the whole person was a little excited.

Hearing this, Chen Yurong couldn't, so she nodded helplessly, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she continued to follow behind Shen Ruoxiao without saying anything more.

The two soon arrived at the place, and as soon as Shen Ruoxiao entered the room, he saw the master sitting on a chair in front of the square table, with a pot of wine on the table, and he was about to put the wine glass in his mouth.

Shen Ruoxiao quickly stepped forward and snatched the wine glass in his hand, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and immediately became overjoyed and happy.

"This wine is good, if you guess correctly, it's made from osmanthus."

Shen Ruoxiao took the opportunity to sit opposite the master, looked at Chen Yurong, who was still standing, and waved her to come and sit down.

"It's okay to drink a little wine, cultivate sentiments, and experience the joy of life."

Ye Lao picked up a new wine glass from the wine jug unhurriedly, poured it full, and tasted it by himself.

"If you have some more roast chicken, then I'll be satisfied!"

Ye Lao raised his eyebrows, and his gaze fell directly on the roast chicken in Shen Ruoxiao's hand.

"The wine is good, but it's too monotonous to have the wine alone. But this roast chicken is really not so easy to give to you. ”

Shen Ruoxiao snatched the wine jug with a smile, without giving Ye Lao the slightest chance to react.

Ye Lao was immediately anxious, put down the wine glass and stretched out his hand to take the wine jug back, but many times he reached out and ended up in the air.

"You see that Master is so old, and you are still bullying me!"

Ye Lao saw that he really couldn't get the wine jug back, so he immediately started a bitter love drama and told his tragic experience. Kanshu.com

"Relying on the old and selling the old, I didn't say I wouldn't give it to you, but if you have to promise me a request, I will give you the wine glass immediately, and when you finish, the roast chicken is also yours and all the delicacies I brought will be given to you." Shen Ruoxiao said and put the wine jug on the table, one hand on the lid.

Ye Lao smashed his mouth, the aroma of wine in his mouth was endless, and he seemed to think of the delicacy of roast chicken again, and the great temptation made him nod.

Shen Ruoxiao smiled with satisfaction, and then pushed the wine jug in front of the master, but put away the food, looking like he didn't solve the matter and didn't take the food.

The master watched the roast chicken gradually disappear from his sight, pursed his lips, and looked at Shen Ruoxiao with a resentful expression.

"Do you know the Ancient Qing Garden?" Shen Ruoxiao asked straight to the point, his brows furrowed slightly, and there was a little doubt in his eyes.

The master suddenly became interested for some reason, nodded at Shen Ruoxiao, and his face was no longer resentful at the beginning.

"This old Qingyuan is in the hearts of our generation, that is the interweaving of love and hatred."

After speaking, Ye Lao looked serious, as if he was caught in the memories of the events of the year.

Shen Ruoxiao pursed her eyebrows, she already had a general idea in her mind, and she probably understood part of the reason why the old lady was so extreme, and it must be inseparable from love.

"Tell me about it! When it's over, there's food! Shen Ruoxiao coaxed a child's tone, but there was a sorrow between his eyebrows.

Ye Lao swallowed his saliva, glanced at the place where Shen Ruoxiao hid the food, and immediately retracted his gaze, coughing a few times.

He picked up his wine glass and recounted the past as he drank, sometimes impassioned, sometimes depressed.

"Let me tell you, she was a popular figure back then, and I don't know how many young people she stole from her original heart."

Ye Lao was a little dazed from drinking, and he gradually became presumptuous when he spoke.

"Okay, okay, I'll drink it later, you tell me about the year first."

Shen Ruoxiao took the wine pot and glass in Ye Lao's hand, handed it to Chen Yurong, and motioned for her to quickly find a place to hide.

Under her careful listening, Shen Ruoxiao knew from his words that the old lady's name was Yan Guqing, and she was the daughter of the richest local family back then.

At that time, Yan Guqing had a cold temperament, lonely and self-appreciative, and the flowers and moons were born again, and the eyebrows were picturesque.

But she doesn't like to deal with people, and she rejects the pursuit of many sons.

And the origin of the old Qingyuan is also a good story, which attracted the envy of many girls at that time.

One day, Yan Guqing went out to play, and met a scholar in a patched robe on a mountain, curled up and leaning against a big tree.

The scholar's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were still overflowing with blood, and it seemed that he only had one breath left to continue his life.

Where had Yan Guqing seen such a scene, he panicked immediately and hurriedly called the maid.

"How are you?" Yan Guqing walked up to the scholar and squatted down, frowning.

Looking at the blood at the corner of his mouth, she then took out her handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you, thank you, ahem, if I survive, I will repay you well."

The poor scholar said with a faint breath, his eyes half-squinted, as if he couldn't open his eyes soon.

Yan Guqing saw that he was going to die immediately, so he immediately helped him up, and together with the maid, he took him back to his home, and found the best doctor in the city to treat him.

The poor scholar woke up, but he couldn't move, and he didn't have any strength in his body.

Yan Guqing didn't know why, when he saw this poor scholar, he wanted to take care of him inexplicably.

During the period when the poor scholar was recuperating, Yan Guqing got up early and took care of him personally.

The two also cooperate tacitly in daily life, fall in love with each other, and get along day after day, which makes the relationship between the two more and more deep.

The poor scholar expressed his heart to Yan Guqing, and Yan Guqing agreed without the slightest hesitation.

After the two got together, there were rumors outside, and the son's verbal attack on the poor scholar had a great impact on him.

He studied hard under the accompaniment and encouragement of Yan Guqing, and studied day and night, just to get ahead one day.

In order to convince those sons of the family, he wants to prove to the world that he is worthy of Yan Guqing.

With unremitting efforts, the poor scholar finally got the achievements he deserved.

He became the champion, and he has a bright future in the future.

Those sons of the family also shut up one after another, and no longer said that scholars are not worthy of Yan Guqing.

Yan Guqing is naturally happy, and marrying a champion is also a good choice for her.

The scholar kept all the money he got from the top prize, and he worked diligently for a while, and scraped together some money to buy a house for Yan Guqing.

Three-storey wooden building, antique decoration style, the yard is full of flowers and plants, and the room is also warm and exquisite.

The scholar named the house Guqingyuan, and specially sent someone to hang a sandalwood plaque above the gate, which read the three big characters of Guqingyuan.

The day when the Qing Garden was completed was also the day when the scholar proposed to Yan Guqing.

Just the greeting gift does not have to be less than when the sons of the family marry.

A few days after the proposal, the scholar held a big wedding, eight sedan chairs, and the Ming media was marrying, giving Yan Guqing a full sense of happiness.

On the day of the wedding, both of them smiled brightly, just like a little starlight, illuminating the darkness.

This matter soon spread in the streets and alleys, and many people came here, just standing at the door of the Guqing Garden, looking at the wooden building inside through the crack in the door.

All of a sudden, the old Qingyuan has become a place where young men and women look forward to a good marriage, and people come and go every day, and they are reluctant to leave after silently praying for blessings.

Some young girls who are just beginning to fall in love are even more envious, looking forward to finding a wishful husband like a scholar as soon as possible and growing old with him.