Chen Beici put his arm on her shoulder and said with a smile: "Since that's the case, then I'm not welcome." As for Tong Zihan's rhetoric, I will solve it myself. ”

"Okay." Zhao Xiangling said, "But I hope you can clean up that smoky home." ”

After saying this, he took out a token from his sleeve, and Zhao Xiangling threw it to Sun Wunian: "You asked me to bring you something." ”

It was a token for entering and exiting the Tianfu of Zongzheng Temple, and it was painted with a nine-toed golden dragon symbolizing the Son of Heaven. Sun Wunian recently compiled a record of strange things in the southern country, and asked Zhao Xiangling to ask for the entry and exit tokens of Tianfu to check some files.

He took it, held it in his hand, and said with a smile: "If you don't mention it, I almost forgot about it." ”

"Forgot?" Zhao Xiangling snorted, "I believe in your evil. ”

Sun Wunian may forget everything, but he will never forget this one thing. He didn't know how many times he had told himself that he wanted to go to Tianfu to see those broken files.

"Don't be in the same room with you guys full of purpose, I'm gone." Zhao Xiangling walked out of the door and turned his head to look at Li Ruiqing, "Aiqing, aren't you going with me?" ”

Li Ruiqing and Chen Beici bowed slightly, before turning his head and pacing to Zhao Xiangling's side: "Let's go." ”

Zhao Xiangling pulled up his sleeves, half-dragging and half-dragging him to go faster, and the backs of the two gradually disappeared from sight.

"It seems that His Majesty is playing for real." Seeing them leave, Chen Beici glanced at Sun Wunian thoughtfully.

There are some things that he sees very clearly. He deliberately said this sentence to Sun Wunian.

Sun Wunian's thin lips pursed into a line: "What do you think I do?" ”

"Obviously, Your Majesty doesn't have you in his heart." Chen Beizi spread his hands, in one sentence, "There are some things that you can't have if you want them, so it won't hurt to let go early." ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Sun Wunian glanced sideways at Chen Beici's hand on his shoulder, and there was no obvious displeasure on his face.

But the atmosphere around him was so tense that it was hard to think that he wasn't angry.

In fact, he was in a bad mood.

"Where in the world is there no grass?" Chen Beici smiled, "What kind of love does a manly husband insist on?" Don't talk about the far, let's talk about the near, just talk about my sister. Looks, okay? Wencai, okay? Character, okay? Tsk, in fact, I think you're not bad, barely able to get on the right side with her, and I can't look down on anyone else. ”

"Come less." Sun Wunian brushed him away, "It's not this way to leave that smoky miasma home as soon as possible, if you marry her casually, you will be worthy of her?" ”

U-turned, and he left the place.

Watching Sun Wunian walk away, Chen Beici sighed: "Alas. Where's the casual? You're really the best of these young people, aren't you? Alas. This person has someone else in his heart, no, my family Zihan can't marry him. ”

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Zhao Xiangling and Li Ruiqing walked side by side on the road, watching the passers-by and the carriage hurrying, and felt a little happy.

As soon as she made a mistake, she went to touch the sugar gourd on someone's stall again.

Does Your Majesty have any money on him? Your Majesty has no money on him!

Li Ruiqing sighed and paid the bill for her, and when he turned his head, he found that Zhao Xiangling was gone.

After a closer look, I found her standing at the intersection, tiptoeing at the heads of people not far away.

Seeing the black crowd surging at the entrance of the alley, Li Ruiqing couldn't help frowning. He hated all the places, especially in the middle of the city.

But Zhao Xiangling likes it the most. She likes to be lively the most.

She pointed to that place and said with a smile: "Ruiqing, shall we go there?" ”

Li Ruiqing wanted to refuse, but looking at the light in Zhao Xiangling's eyes, the ghost sent a god to respond: "Okay." ”

Seeing that he agreed, Zhao Xiangling pulled his sleeve and walked into the crowd: "I just heard from passers-by that what kind of noodles are there, the old man of the Wang family made them, but they are delicious, you buy them for me." ”

"Hmm." Li Ruiqing responded. He has always been satisfied with Zhao Xiangling's inconsequential little things, and he is satisfied with what he can't.

She said again: "The silver ticket that I won from them just now is in your sleeve, I don't want to hold it, it's so heavy." ”

It's just a few pieces of light and fluttery paper, where will it be heavy? She just wanted to give the silver tickets to herself.

Li Ruiqing didn't expose it, and she pulled herself forward.

The place with the most people, almost on tiptoe. Li Ruiqing took Zhao Xiangling half and took her to a place with a little less personal information.

"You wait for me here, and I'll come out to find you." Li Ruiqing left this sentence before squeezing into the crowd.

Zhao Xiangling looked at him from a distance and squatted on a mossy bluestone slab on the side of the road.

Tilting her head slightly, she saw that the person selling hair cakes inside seemed to be a young woman. The posture is in the middle and bottom, and it is not exclusive to this street scene. It's just that Fang Cai didn't say 'Uncle Wang'? How did you become a woman?

Zhao Xiangling was strange, and an old man came out of the curtain and laid out the hair cake in the steamer.

It turned out that the old man was the real owner of this shop.

Zhao Xiangling was idle and bored, and pulled out a hairpin on his head to draw and play on the ground. Halfway through her hand, she suddenly remembered something.

That old man, she knew.

The so-called Uncle Wang is the Zheng loess that he held a kitchen knife to chop him when he met Wang Yao last time. When did he change his surname to Wang?

Zhao Xiangling smiled, continued to touch the hairpin on his head, and remembered one more thing. Because of his sympathy for Uncle Zheng, he asked Wang San to arrange the life of this old man who lost his daughter.

Could it be that this is Wang San's arrangement?

Zhao Xiangling frowned and tiptoed through the crowd to see the store. It didn't matter, her smile froze on her face.

The red silk is still hanging on the golden plaque, and the gold characters on it are the pen strokes of the right phase - Wang's hair cake.

Zhao Xiangling immediately understood what was going on.

Thinking that Uncle Zheng was lonely, Wang San found a 'daughter-in-law' for him and opened a shop for him to let him live.

It can be seen from the young woman who helped Zheng Huangtu sell hair cakes just now.

Although there was nothing wrong with this, Zhao Xiangling always felt that something was wrong. She couldn't think of it until she saw Wang Yao.

I actually met this opponent again!

Zhao Xiangling was as disgusted as eating a fly. She rubbed her neck, which was a little red.

Wang Yao didn't see Zhao Xiangling. He swaggered away from the crowd with his group of second ancestors like him and walked inside.

Uncle Zheng, no, it should be called Uncle Wang now. Uncle Wang immediately smiled when he saw him, wrapped two pieces of white-flour hair cake with lotus leaves, and nodded and sent them up. The smile is sincere and cute.

Zhao Xiangling felt as disgusted as if he had swallowed a bunch of flies.

Some time ago, he was eager to kill Wang Yao, and now he has become his lackey and his slave.

It's really laughable.

Wang Yao said two words to him, and Uncle Wang immediately took something out of it and handed it to him respectfully.

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