The air is solemn and condensed, and the dew is frosty. In the long street vegetable market, the shallow frost is spread on the edge of the wall, and the wet and cold air enters the door.

Zhao Mansion. Someone walked up the stairs and knocked on the door of the east wing.

"And it goes." The voice inside is like the rising sun, which is full of spirit.

After a night, Zhao Yanjiu's typhoid fever has recovered most of it. I don't know if Su Ajiao's local method works, or if Zhao Dagongzi is already in good health. Mostly, both.

Seeing that he was wearing a brocade and silk robe, and he also wore a hooded Molan cloak in a chic manner, which was more dazzling than the previous abundance and handsomeness, it would be a pity not to go out and show his eyes.

"Childe, the sedan chair is ready." Chang Huan stood aside and hesitated: "Just now, I saw Miss Gillian." ”

always felt that Chang Huan cared about Su Ajiao. Zhao Yanjiu was a little unhappy, but his face was not obvious, and he pretended to ask him casually: "What's wrong with her?" ”

Chang Huan straightened his waist and said bluntly with a straight face: "Miss Gillian is chopping wood." As he spoke, he imitated two swings with his hand, "Look at her thinness, she uses an axe steadily and accurately, and she is much taller and more energetic than a cook." The people in the courtyard all said that Miss Gillian was good-looking and worked hard...... It's a good eye for the childe. ”

"Hmm. Wait-" Zhao Yanjiu only felt ordinary when he listened to the first few sentences, but there was something wrong with the last few words, he raised his eyebrows, pulled the corners of his mouth and said: "Are they idle and panicked, and they arranged me?" ”

The next person likes to chatter when he is empty. There are rumors and rumors heard from outside, and there are also bad things in the house. There is a broken mouth to add oil and vinegar, obviously it doesn't matter, but Zhao Yanjiu and Su Ajiao are together.

"They said that the eldest prince took a fancy to Su Ajiao and brought people back." Chang Huan is loyal and honest. For example, he felt that it was not good to spread gossip privately, so he told the Lord.

Zhao Yanjiu's eyes waved, and he gritted his teeth. "My son is kind-hearted, just her appearance, do you think I can see the color?"

Probably his voice was a little louder, and he was heard clearly by Zhao Qingmiao, who came to visit. She stood under the eaves of the corridor, a foot away from the door, and paused.

A strange look crossed Zhao Qingmiao's face, weighing these words. Chang Xi shook his shoulders, covered his mouth and snickered.

Gazing at her thoughts, she instructed: "Chang Xi, tell the people in the courtyard to stop spreading the word in a while." ”

Chang Xi thought she didn't like it, just like she didn't like what others said about her and Shen Jiu last time. Then he nodded and replied, "Yes, miss." ”

Zhao Yanjiu took Chang Huan out of the room, and the two sides collided.

"Sister, why are you here?" Zhao Yanjiu was surprised.

"I was busy yesterday, I heard that my brother had typhoid fever?" Zhao Qingmiao looked at him, but his complexion was very good.

Zhao Yanjiu raised his eyebrows and sneered lightly, raised his arm and shook his fist in front of her, and said, "It's just a cold." Hey, I won't tell you more, I still have things to do today. After that, he hurriedly dragged Chang Huan outside.

"Is the eldest prince going to be busy with the students' autumn exams?" Chang Xi stared at the two figures disappearing in confusion.

"When Chang Huan comes back, you go and ask your brother about it."

Zhao Qingmiao didn't have no doubts in her heart, she always felt that her brother was hiding what she was doing. Turning around, he glanced behind the empty body, his eyebrows couldn't help but lower, and he blurted out, "What about Shen Jiu?" "If it had been in the past, I would have come and waited at this hour. Because of habit, he felt strange without him.

Chang Xi sneered and secretly complained: Isn't Miss not happy to take him, why did she suddenly find it again?

"Looks like it's still in the room."

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Shen Xiao heard the sound of flapping wings, and looked at the windowsill, it was a white carrier pigeon, circling in the air before falling gently.

His eyes changed slightly, and he stepped forward with a solemn countenance, grabbed the carrier pigeon, took a piece of letterhead from his thin paws, and quickly glanced at it.

It turned out that it was inconvenient for Xiaoyu to enter the Zhao Mansion, so he used a carrier pigeon to contact, and the letterhead was written in the Qianji Pavilion line newspaper. said that Guo Bu had beaten out of the capital, and he and the master of the Thousand Machines Pavilion met a group of black-clothed people on the way.

The people behind the scenes really mastered their whereabouts, and they must have been in danger on the way to Luoyang Road, so they would arrive a few days in the evening.

Shen Xiao's eyes became gloomy, and he raised his fingertips and brushed his cold and arrogant eyebrow bones. This person is bold, is it Shen Ling or himself who he wants to deal with?

'Squeak' someone suddenly pushed the door into the house.

Shen Xiao's face did not disappear, and he looked at it coldly and vigilantly, and was stunned when he saw that it was Zhao Qingmiao, and then quickly hid his sharpness deep in his eyes, and a light smile appeared on his lips.

"Miss, are you looking for me?"

After Zhao Qingmiao entered the house, he sat down on the bench, his eyes swept around the room, and asked lightly: "Uncle Zhong moved to the gatehouse to keep vigil, you are quiet, it is space." You have received a lot of money a month, why don't you buy some things? ”

Shen Xiao couldn't help but secretly feel funny: he was going back to the capital after all, what else did he need to do here? It's just a matter of clutter.

Zhao Qingmiao was still waiting for him to answer, so his eyes turned and he responded: "Thank you Miss for reminding me, the next time Shen Jiu goes to the street, I will go shopping." ”

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The gambling house in Yongcheng has a good business, but there is no gambling house with bad business in the whole world. Why, because people are greedy enough, they always think that they can get rich overnight by luck, and then fall into it.

This Yan Xiaosan is such a person. He was an insignificant soldier under the Dragon and Tiger Battalion, he was not literate, his martial arts were mediocre, and he had no opportunity to make meritorious contributions. So I'd rather take a big risk than find an opportunity to go out of the camp and quietly run to the gambling house.

It was also unfortunate to say that this was discovered, and the man used this to blackmail himself to blame himself for the fire in the granary. If he was wronged and beaten with a rod, he would also be fined silver. He couldn't swallow this breath, but who expected that the man would make up for himself.

Yan Xiaosan walked extremely slowly, and the injury on his back was not yet healed. The sour man is inconsistent, and one day someone will clean him up. But I am different, I shut up when I take the money, and more is better than less.

In the hearts of his subordinates, General Tang has always been a person who acts vigorously and resolutely, only asking about right and wrong without the slightest ambiguity. But who can pack the ticket, if the top bag is stabbed through the basket, he will not cover his son-in-law?

He wandered into the gambling house, because he was a regular customer and no one stopped him, so he went to the attic private room when he was familiar with the way.

In addition to the dice in the lobby, there are also pai gow and chess. But anyone who can open a gambling game can also play guessing boxing, as long as the silver is enough.

The door of the room on the left hand side was opened, and there was already a figure sitting behind the curtain. Yan Xiaosan opened the curtain and took a closer look: this time he is a noble son, he looks so handsome, and a bag full of silver taels has been thrown on the table, which can be said to be dewy to the extreme.

The noble prince rolled his eyelids arrogantly, stared at him and stroked his sleeves, and said in a warm voice: "Master, I am here to lose money today, what do you want to play?" ”

Yan Xiaosan was stunned for a moment, and then pouted with a wicked smile, his eyes were dripping, and he was proud in his heart: Hey, let's get a good time from this fat sheep today!