After hearing this, at the same time, Wen Qiyu also took a step to the side, and calmly said to Qi Changrong: "Brother Ju'an, please first." ”

Seeing this, Qi Changrong was not polite, and chose two things that he had long taken a fancy to.

The same is a jade epiphany, the same is an epiphany hairpin.

Qi Changrong casually put away the jade epiphany, and then looked back at Jun Chen, when his eyes touched his slightly old red hair rope, the soft color in his eyes slid by.

Immediately, she raised her hand and tilted her head to pass the hairpin through his bun.

After doing all this, she took two steps back, looked at her masterpiece a few times, and smiled gently, "It looks pretty good." ”

Wen Qiyu also echoed on the side: "Brother Ju'an's vision is indeed good. ”

After intersecting with the General's Mansion for more than a year, Wen Qiyu certainly knew the general's temperament.

In addition to his love of red, the general is the most comfortable in his usual attire, and the hair rope tied to his head has taken a long time.

Jun Chen reached out and touched the extra hairpin in the jade crown on his head, raised his eyebrows and said, "That's why you wrote two poems?" ”

"Nature." Qi Changrong bowed, and his eyes were gentle: "Your battlefield is in the border region, how can you be bound by these crepe things?" ”

To put it bluntly, it's because she knows it very well.

Knowing that Junchen didn't have a few drops of ink in his belly.

The only bit of culture is also all tossed on the military book.

Therefore, if you want him to make a poem about epiphany in a short time, I am afraid that it will be whimsical.

Hearing this, Junchen put down his hand and laughed sullenly: "I never thought that you know me quite well." ”

"I have been friends with the general for many years, and if I don't even understand this point, it will be in vain for the general to save his life several times."

Jun Chen raised his eyebrows noncommittally and did not speak, between him and Qi Changrong, it was long ago unclear who owed whom.

Soon, Wen Qiyu also picked out what he wanted.

The stall owner smiled and said: "With the token in your hand, if you come again next year, you can go to the government with this thing in hand, and the official family will arrange an excellent place for you to enjoy the scenery." ”

"Thank you."

After thanking the stall owner, the group drifted away.

After they left, the people who had been walking around the stall almost rushed up, asking the stall owner about it.

"These sons are from other places, I have never seen them."

"It should be from Kyoto, look at their bearing and cultivation, where can ordinary people cultivate?"

"Speaking of which, I've been in Kyoto for a few months and never met them."

"I'm afraid that these sons are all lords who are either rich or noble."

"If you want me to say, no matter how extraordinary their status is, they can't always be people at that level, right?"

At that level, in short, it is the people in the court.

Everyone, you and I said a word, and the noisy and high-pitched voices easily drowned out the stall owner.

After they finished speaking, the stall owner sighed helplessly, and reminded earnestly: "It's better not to ask what you shouldn't know, curiosity will kill cats, have you forgotten the lesson of last time?" ”

The mention of 'the lesson from the last time' may touch on unpleasant memories, but in the blink of an eye, the people who are talking about it invariably close their mouths and look at each other face to face.

I remember that a few years ago, there was indeed a great person in Tancheng, and then because of the offense in their words, the city lords here were all replaced.

So much so that in the past few years when the new city lord took office, he has paid special attention to the atmosphere of Tancheng, so that these famous 'gentlemen' don't even dare to go to Huajie and Willow Lane often, for fear of being put in prison on trumped-up charges, not to mention the guilt, and the family's finances will be greatly reduced.

The lesson is truly painful.

I still remember that the unlucky ghost who was imprisoned at the beginning, stayed in the prison for only half a month, and was tortured to the appearance of skin and bones, and in the end, his family used half of the family property to redeem the person.

Thinking of this, the curiosity about the unfamiliar faces was immediately suppressed by the little reason left, and the 'gentlemen' left the place in groups of three or two, for fear of being caught by the guards patrolling the city.

In the blink of an eye, it was cold again in front of the stall.

Soon after, as the hour got closer and closer to the meal, under the introduction of the locals, several people entered a noodle restaurant that looked pretty good.

At least from the outside, the inside of the noodle shop is very clean, and there is a faint smell of noodles.

Shi Xia walked in first and chose an empty seat, and wiped his bench from the table with the handkerchief he carried before stepping aside and letting Qi Changrong sit down.

The boss immediately sent clean utensils and wanted to say a few more words.

However, without waiting for the boss to speak, Shi Xia smiled first: "Don't bother, you go and cook five bowls of delicious noodles first." ”

When the words fell, the boss was no longer entangled, and retreated from the goodness, seeing that they were not dressed like ordinary people, he even deliberately ran to the back kitchen.

Thinking about it, he should have reminded the chef in the back.

At this moment, Shi Xia took out the lotus bag, took out the silver chopsticks from it, and respectfully gave it to Qi Changrong.

Seeing this, the historian raised his eyebrows, and was about to say something about squeamishness and luxury, but Shi Xia didn't give him a chance to speak: "Even if you are traveling, the safety of the prince is still in the first place, this move is not too much, what do you think?" ”

After that, Shi Xia turned to the old historian.

The historian had never been speechless by the little girl, and after hearing this, his face sank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he said meaningfully: "When you go out, you must always follow the customs of the country." ”

"Whose hometown do you think this is? Whose customs do you want to follow? ”

Historian: "......"

This is the country of the Qi royal family, and it is natural to follow the customs of the people in the royal family.

Seeing that the historian was no longer speechless, Shi Xia put a relaxed smile on his face again, and said: "It's good that you understand it in your heart, after all, in this world, nothing is more important than the safety of your son." ”

Glib tongue!

Shi Guanqi's head was smoking, but because he took into account the identity of the concubine of Shixiadong Palace, and he didn't dare to say anything serious, he had to press the cloth board in his heart again, sighed heavily, and then glanced at Qi Changrong a few times with resentment.

He had heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince favored the two concubines of the East Palace too much, and when he looked at it like this today, he realized that the rumors were true-

His Royal Highness actually offended the majesty of his historian because of a small concubine!

If it weren't for the fact that there was no concubine in the East Palace, at this moment, he would have to write down the fact that His Royal Highness the Prince of the East Palace favored the concubine and killed his wife in the book in his hand.

The steaming noodles were served, and Shi Xia took out another pair of chopsticks, carefully picked out one from the bowl and ate it, and sent it to Qi Changrong after confirming that there was no problem.

Facing the surprised eyes of others, she seemed very calm: "Childe, the taste of this side is slightly lighter, although it is not as good as what the chef at home makes, but it can be eaten, you can make do with it." ”

As soon as these words came out, the people in the noodle restaurant looked at them a little strangely, and looked in their direction from time to time, and then hurriedly withdrew their eyes for fear of being caught.

Over and over again, tirelessly.

Which family is this from?

Look at this move, it is very exquisite.

Such an exquisite boy, why can't you think of opening a small noodle restaurant? And in front of other people's bosses, the noodles of their noodle restaurant are worthless?

What a hatred!

The same question crossed the hearts of many people, but no one dared to ask it openly.

Seeing this, Wen Qiyu smiled apologetically at the boss who was not leaving: "I'm sorry, we have no malicious intentions." ”

Shi Xia glanced at the boss without saying a word.

The latter subconsciously shook his head and hurriedly said: "Where is this child, I naturally know that what the little lady said is absolutely malicious." ”

After all, his noodle restaurant weighs a few pounds and taels, and he has a number in his heart.

Hearing this, Wen Qiyu didn't say much.

Soon, several other bowls of noodles were served.

For a moment, the table in the corner of the noodle shop was silent.

I don't know how they did it, but they were able to eat without making a sound.

Even the sound of the clashing of dishes and chopsticks did not appear.

Affected by them, a few people who were 'snorting' next to them also subconsciously became elegant.

……

After finishing the meal, they sat for a while, and a few people wandered around the city again.

After walking a long distance, the noise reached the ears of several people.

Listening to the laughter in the venue outside the high-rise building not far away, and to Qi Changrong's surprise, everyone had a faint smile on their faces.

She couldn't help but look up at the plaque of the tall building.

Yingxue Building.

It's a more lyrical name.

Qi Changrong, who was immersed in his thoughts, was wrapped in the crowd, and was suddenly squeezed forward two steps.

There are more and more people here, even if Junchen is guarding him, it also makes the aura feel crowded.

After a moment of silence, Qi Changrong calmly asked the man dressed as a scholar next to him, "Your Excellency, why is this place so lively?" ”

Hearing this, the scholar glanced at her and explained enthusiastically: "Today is the day when Liu Yingxue, the daughter of the shopkeeper Liu, throws the hydrangea and marries, and these people are here to grab the hydrangea." ”

"Throwing hydrangeas?" Qi Changrong was surprised: "The meaning of the words ...... Could it be that whoever receives the hydrangea can be the groom's officer? ”

"Of course." The scholar bowed his head, and there was a hint of confusion in his tone: "But if you want me to say, this girl from the Liu family is also talented and beautiful, and there is no shortage of people who want to marry, I don't know why she came up with such a trick." ”

Throwing hydrangeas?

The good thing to say is to wait for a good marriage to fall from the sky, and the ugly thing to say is absurd.

After all, if it was a beggar who grabbed the hydrangea, could it be that this willow shopkeeper could really marry his flower-like daughter?

Qi Changrong, who was forced to stay in the crowd, shook his head in disbelief, pursed his lips and said, "That's it...... It's so nonsense. ”

After hearing her words, the other four nodded at the same time.