After "On the Truth" was sent to the Wen Mansion, Wen Bin didn't say much.

It was Wen Ziyuan, who very politely welcomed the little guy to the small room for tea. The little guy is also a smart person, and he has a lot of things to do with Wen Ziyuan's scholar, and the young lady has a temper and a lot of miscellaneous hobbies. The scholar listened carefully, and asked people to serve some fruit cakes, all of which are the specialties of the land of the Yuanjiang River, although Wangjing is expensive and prosperous, but many mountain villages and wild things are not eaten by ordinary people. It's just that the terrain is far away, and the cars and horses are tiring, only the sons and ladies of the big family can enjoy it, like these little guys, in addition to being rewarded for doing errands, it is even more rare to eat a few times.

Seeing that there was a loquat among them, he was originally from the land of Yuanjiang, so he couldn't help swallowing his saliva and said: "I don't know if I might put some loquat on this loquat and let me take it back for my sister to eat?" He said this rudely, and he did not know any etiquette.

The scholar doesn't care, it's such a rough guy who often says something straightforward.

"Of course, it's also made for you." The scholar said, "Your sister likes to eat this loquat?" ”

"She likes it too, but she can't eat so much." The little guy smirked and said, "I see that this is a rare thing, and I can't always teach her to eat it all, so I have prepared some Sang Zhenren for Yun Yingguan." ”

"Sang Zhenren?" The scholar was taken aback and said, "Didn't you say that Sang Zhenren traveled all over the world and didn't know where to go for a long time?" ”

"I don't know, the day before yesterday, the girl said that she went up the mountain to pray in Guanli, and met a real person who signed her life, and she said that it was a Sang real person......" The little girl didn't finish speaking, and sighed helplessly.

The scholar said, "Oh...... I don't know if it's true or not. ”

The two chatted about some side things again, and when Wan Qiyun returned home, the little guy happened to come back from the Wen Mansion, and he said that according to the instructions of the young lady, he chatted with the scholar for a long time, and said everything that should be said. Wan Qiyun nodded, asked Xi'er to give him a handful of money, and the little guy walked away happily with the loquat and money.

Xi'er only feels like a bookkeeper these days, or the kind of bookkeeper who doesn't go into the stream, only spending money like crazy. Seeing that the little guy was leaving with the hanging money, Xi'er sighed and said, "My good young lady, the silver in our courtyard is almost like the water of the Wangjing Wei River, and it all flows to the Gushi River in the capital of other provinces." ”

"The day and the night surged. I didn't see the Wei River drying up. Wan Qiyun deliberately teased Xi'er.

"Oh, the Wei River has a source, so naturally it can't be done. But our general's mansion is incorruptible, and there is not much silver in the young lady's courtyard...... "Xi'er didn't say anything, she wanted to say that Miss, you don't have an official position, and your income depends on General Wan, and General Wan is a two-sleeved ......

Wan Qiyun knew her unfinished words, she laughed in her heart, and her face couldn't help but smile, she nodded Xi'er's forehead and said, "You are a little money fan, you have the opportunity to make a fortune, now just follow Miss to be a wealth boy." ”

Xi'er not only didn't feel good after hearing this, but became even more sad. Isn't her own lady stupid, what chance does a boudoir lady want to make a fortune? Do you want to buy officials and sell lords like the Taishi and them? Miss said yes, but General Wan would never agree.

Wan Qiyun didn't say much, she knew that this opportunity to make a fortune was tried at the triennial Spring Festival.

In the fifty-first year of Yongguang, Miss Wanjia and Tanhualang got married, but the red makeup of ten miles was the last glory of Wanjia.

Wan Qiyun can't wait for another three years, she wants to make the man who betrayed her pay the price this year. Back then, she was rescued by the deceased, running around, afraid in her heart, but she still didn't forget the deep love of the plaice, and quietly asked Xi'er to bring a letter to Tanhualang, only saying that her mother and son are safe now, so that he should not worry too much. But with this letter, Xi'er lost her life on the spot, and she was betrayed by her husband and sent to the execution ground to be beheaded in the Jingmen Tower.

She had already thought about it, even if she died, it didn't matter, her father and sister, the dearest people in the world had passed away.

But she was told in prison at that time that she was pregnant, and she had to live for the sake of her children. Someone rescued her, arranged a carriage and escape route for her, and saved her and her children a glimmer of life. However, because of such a man, she was pregnant with his child and died under his betrayal.

Wan Qiyun only felt that the hatred was monstrous, the tiger poison did not eat children, he should not have been so vicious, he should not have killed him and her children. She hated, thinking of the unborn child, and she couldn't even look at the sky of Wangjing.

Qian Jingzhi.

She will let him taste the pain of losing love, what it means to be in prison. He likes fame so much, and she will help him achieve fame this year. In her previous life, she was Tanhualang, and she really succumbed to the ambition of Qian Jingzhi, since she wanted to help him, she had to help him to the end.

In the Miaoguo Temple of its Foshan Mountain, Zhao Ci drank tea in the inner room, and there was a little girl sitting in front of him.

"Miaoguo clouds, good tea." Zhao Ci put down the teacup and said, "If you talk about tea, the wonderful fruits of its Buddhist temple are unparalleled in the world." ”

"Praise Lord Zhao falsely." The monk on the side said with a smile in his eyes.

"Did Master Wuluo hear any interesting stories today?" Zhao Cidao.

"Never."

"Oh, I've heard something interesting, I wonder if the master would be interested in hearing about it?"

"What does Lord Zhao mean?"

"I heard that Taichang and Taishi ordered Shen Zhishui to sue General Shenwei with Emperor Yongguang in the Qinzheng Palace." Zhao Ci picked up the teapot and poured himself another cup of tea, and continued, "I heard that it was for the three southwestern provinces to sue again, when did the three southwestern provinces become the place that Taishi Ling should be in charge of?" ”

"Taishi Ling naturally can't control it," Master Wuluo said, "but the whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister, and the Taishi order can't be controlled, can the general be in charge?" ”

Zhao Ci laughed when he heard this, and said: "I didn't come here today for this, what do you want to do in the three southwestern provinces, the prince has already acquiesced, and how can you let me put my beak." ”

"Oh? Lord Zhao is not for this ......"

"I've heard a lot of interesting facts in the past few days, just now this is the first thing, now I'll tell you the second thing, do you know that Shen Zhishui has a concubine Aunt Qiu?"

"I don't know." Master Wuluo shook his head.

"Of course you don't know," Zhao Ci looked at the little girl intentionally or unintentionally, and the little girl felt his gaze, neither dodging nor looking directly at him, but looked to the side like a wooden man, "I didn't know before, but I heard a few days ago that she spent a lot of money for her brother and ransomed people back from the poop farm." ”

"A little concubine Taishi Lingji can make such a generous move?" Zhao Ci sighed, "What do you think of Master Wuluo?" ”

Master Wuluo frowned when he heard that he had spent a lot of money, and when he heard that it was for an acquaintance from the Puchang, he already had a plan in his heart, so he only said: "I don't think about it, I'm afraid that this Taishi Ling will invite death." ”

"I don't think about anything else." Zhao Ci nodded and said, "You and I are both worried about the prince, so naturally we have to be anxious about him." ”

It was night, and the scriptures and Sanskrit sounds in its Buddha Mountain surrounded the mountains and never stopped.

It was already late to go down the mountain, and Zhao Ci simply stayed in the wing room of Miaoguo Temple. It was rare for him to be quiet, and the thoughts in his mind drifted away with the Sanskrit chanting. Walking around, I unconsciously walked under the ginkgo tree, the national tree of Myogo Temple. It's spring, the mountains are cooler, and the ginkgo tree doesn't have a bud, and it's still dead branches and leaves. Zhao Ci looked at the red stripes hanging on the tree, and grabbed a few of them to look at them by the moonlight, mostly asking for health, peace and joy for his family. There are also some who seek the title of the gold list, seeking marriage and natural matching.

"Believe it." Zhao Ci sneered and put the red cloth back down.

The moon was as cold as water, the cold was pressing, Zhao Ci turned around and was about to leave, he had passed through the temple gate, and was about to go to the backyard, but suddenly stopped.

Thinking of the palace banquet that night, Wan Qiyun was half drunk and said, "Naturally, I admire Lord Zhao......"

Zhao Ci couldn't help laughing, and then said to himself: "Since you admire me, then I will help you ask for a marriage." ”

The Miaoguo Temple of its Foshan Mountain, there is a ginkgo tree in the temple, there is a lone red cloth fluttering in the wind at the top of the tree, the word is as small as a fly, full of cloth strips, and it is impossible to see what is written. The red cloth fluttered in the wind, and a small bud also swayed beside it.