Chapter 118: Lost all the Yu Zhiyan
Seeing the tension between the two people, Qiao Niang helped hold the frightened child on the ground in her arms, and hurriedly persuaded: "Everyone is a sister, why bother like this." β
Xiaohuan pointed to Yu Zheyan and said: "In the future, I will not share the sky, I want to see how long you can last." β
Yu Zhiyan was also very annoyed, glared and said, "Okay, then let's see who can live longer." There are not many people who have called me in this life, but none of them ended well. β
Yu Zhiyan never thought that there was such a right and wrong because of Feng Huang's wife, and after she went home to cook, she just waited for Gu Jue to come back.
Because of the boredom of waiting, she just fell asleep on the bed, and in a trance she heard someone rummaging through something, so she hurriedly stood up to check.
I saw Dong Lang rummaging for things on the table, and what she had written before was actually searched by him. Under the candlelight, he looked at the papers with an angry face.
Yu Zhiyan secretly screamed badly, and hurriedly walked over, like a child who had done something wrong, and gently called his name "Donglang." β
That shallow call made the anger on Gu Jue's face gradually subside, "Why do you want to make up such a story and tell it to others." β
Seeing that his face was so solemn, Yu Zhiyan blocked all the words he wanted to explain, and he was speechless.
"I used to be ridiculous, but I have always loved you alone, I thought you would understand my mind, it seems that my full sincerity has been in vain." His face was as pale as paper, and it grew whiter and frightening.
"When you rejected the Hun princess, I knew that you were the only one in this world who would not let me compromise on everything. Only you are willing to do stupid things for me. Tears slowly slid down her cheeks, and she endured the sourness in her heart.
"Folding cigarettes." He held her tightly in his arms, his voice hurting to the fullest, and then took out the fire fold from his bosom and slowly lit the pages.
The red flames devoured everything, and Yu Zhiyan slowly came out of his arms, "Shall I explain everything to you?" β
Yu Zhiyan offended that Xiaohuan really made a big mistake, most of the things she gave when she told the story were given by others, and now this one has happened, completely cutting off Yu Zhiyan's way to make a fortune.
The women who came to pester Yu Zhiyan did not come anymore, but it was rare that the Qiao Niang came to her to sell things in the town, and only said that she would change some cloth to make a dress for her husband.
Yu Zhiyan has always wanted to buy a shirt for Dong Lang, after all, his shirt has been sewn and mended many times. Although she weaves cloth every day, she hands in all the amounts, and not an inch can grow an inch.
Yu Zheyan also wants to sell some things, but the family is already stretched, where are the things that grow.
Qiao Niang pointed to a few little hares in the cage, and only smiled: "Sell these hares, if you negotiate a good price, maybe you can pull a few feet of cloth." β
She was bored at home every day, and she was only accompanied by these hares, and if she gave them up, she would not be willing to give them up anyway.
But thinking of Dong Lang, she still reluctantly brought those little hares to the town.
Obviously, Qiao Niang is used to doing this, and sure enough, she negotiated a good price and sold twenty copper plates.
When Yu Zhiyan and Qiao Niang came to the cloth village, she searched for a while before she found a slightly better satin, and only asked: "How many feet can twenty copper plates pull?" β
The boss of the philistine glanced her up and down, and then said with mockery: "I am afraid that I can't even buy such a high-quality product." β
Yu Zhiyan really can't see where it is superior, when she was a maid in the Chengguo Mansion, the fabric on her body was also a few points better than this.
Qiao Niang saw that her face was full of loss, and hurriedly took her hand to look at the poor cotton cloth, "Little lady come to take a look at these, we people here only like to use these to make clothes, and the price is fair." β
Yu Zhiyan looked at the unaffordable silk and the poor cotton cloth, the corners of his mouth tugged slightly, and he didn't say a word.
She still came out of the cloth village empty-handed, and was walking down the street, when she saw a gambling game in the foreground of a shop, where several men were shaking the dice, playing heartily.
Yu Zhiyan suddenly seemed to have seen a savior, hurriedly checked the copper plate in his hand, and said with a smile: "Let's go, I'll play a few handfuls, and I will definitely be able to buy all the cloth back." β
Qiao Niang hurriedly said: "How can we women play with these things, besides, this thing is the most harmful and addictive." β
Yu Zhiyan was only full of joy, where could he still listen to her words. Besides, listening to the dice is her ability to watch the house, if she is still afraid of people outside the capital, now in this dilapidated place, wouldn't it be her world.
She hurriedly walked over and said to the group of men, "Get out of the way, I'll take a hand." β
Those men turned around, but saw that it was a pretty girl, and they couldn't help but joke, and said all kinds of nonsense, "Whose lady is this, if you lose, it's better to be a lady for us." β
Then a few people laughed again, but they still let the way out.
Yu Zhiyan walked to the wooden table and only motioned to the person who was shaking the dice to shake it as soon as possible. The man giggled, shook it a few times, and waited for the old bowl to stop before he smiled and said, "Girl, bet big and small?" β
She took out all the twenty copper plates on her body, and there was a trace of uncertainty in her eyes, "Big." β
Soon the lid of the bowl was lifted, but the man who was watching the excitement was heard, "The girl guessed wrong." β
Yu Zhiyan didn't believe it, and only when he checked it himself, did he realize that he had actually infused all the twenty copper plates.
After a closer look, I realized that because there was a shortage of materials here, these dice were already full of cracks, and if you listened to them, there would be errors at all.
Seeing her miserable face, a few gamblers who were watching the excitement were busy and joked again, "The little girl is about to lose, did you lose the money from selling rouge gouache, why don't you call brother, let's buy it for you?" β
Yu Zhiyan was angry and annoyed, and glared at them viciously, "Get out." β
The peony of the capital is extremely gorgeous, and the most delicate is the peony of the Chengguo Mansion, when the peony garden was built, all the good products in the world were searched, and even the peony of the palace did not have the fragrance here.
When Feng Huang went out of the city, he had to pass by the wall of the Chengguo Mansion, and the fragrance was fragrant, and he unconsciously paused.
His lieutenant Weng Tong originally followed his sedan chair on horseback, but when he saw him stop the sedan chair and walked out, he hurriedly dismounted and followed.
Feng Huang only stood there dullly, the gentle wind blowing the hair on his sideburns, and a faint green shirt, which made his face more and more transparent.
"Your Highness, the soldiers in the army are still waiting for you to practice." Weng Tong respectfully persuaded him, "You don't have to delay your work. β
Feng Huang's gaze gradually retracted, and he only turned his head and said: "Today I have asked the Queen Mother for orders, I want to go to various places to inspect the deployment of various places, and I will leave the capital in the next few days." β
Weng Daodao: "My subordinates beg to go with you so that I can protect Your Highness." β
"But you need a few capable people." Feng Huang said lightly: "But we are going to Lingnan, and this king is going to see an old man." β
Although Weng Tong admires Feng Huang's strategy, he is also very jealous of him, this high-ranking King Nanjing is not foolable at all, unlike his old master Dong Lang, who is full of joy and anger on his face.
Feng Huang is now taking over Gu Jue's army, but his resolute and resolute methods are not inferior to Dong Lang, so those who originally wanted to follow Dong Lang to the death have gradually changed their minds.
When Feng Huang returned from the barracks outside the city, the bustling streets were already dimly lit, and only a few shops were still open.
In a pastry shop on the corner of the street, the boss who had been shouting for a day was hoarse, but he still shouted, "Authentic Jiangnan pastries, everyone come and try them." β
Feng Huang reined in the galloping horse under him, then dismounted and came to the boss, took out a piece of broken silver from his arms, and threw it into his basket.
"Pack some." His voice was as light as a gust of wind.
The boss hurriedly packed a bag with oiled paper cloth, then tied it with hemp rope, and said respectfully: "Master, you are so good." β
Feng Huang took the wrapped pastry, stepped on the horse again, and galloped away. Dada's horse's hooves trampled over the green bricks of the street, and the lanterns on the side of the road stretched his back for a long time.
When he returned to the house, he saw Yan'er waiting at the door.
She is no longer a palace dress, but a simple plain shirt, and her clear eyes revealed the shyness of her daughter's family the moment she saw Feng Huang.
It's just that her face is covered with a veil, and only a pair of eyes are exposed, because Feng Huang loves her eyes very much, but when she sees the others, she is very disgusted.
In order to please him, she was willing to wear a veil for the rest of her life.
Feng Huang handed the horse rope to the guards and walked straight to the mansion.
As soon as I raised my eyes, I saw Yan'er hurrying over, and I could vaguely see the fine sweat on her forehead.
He couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and a bitterness slowly crossed his heart.
"It's your favorite pastry." Feng Huang's eyes were full of tenderness, as if she was a rare treasure, "Take it and taste it." β
Yan'er never liked to eat pastries, but she still took it with joy on her face, and in his gentle gaze, she still took a piece out, lifted the veil on her face, and ate it in a big gulp.
When she finished eating a piece, there was still a piece left in the corner of her lips.
Feng Huang slowly stretched out her cold hand and slowly picked it off, but there was tenderness between her eyebrows and eyes, making her heart suddenly like a hundred flowers in spring.
She mustered up her courage and said with a flushed face, "Let the slave serve you today." β
At this moment, the softness in Feng Huang's eyes vanished, and then there was a bitter coolness, "Don't say such things again in the future, remember your duty." β
The sky gradually sank, and there were a few pastries on the dilapidated wooden table, and I don't know what kind of stuffing they were made of, and Yu Zhiyan didn't even have the slightest appetite.
She hadn't eaten Jiangnan pastries for a long time, as if she had forgotten all about the tastes.
However, the few pieces on the table were given to her by Qiao Niang, and because she saw that she had lost the money, she was depressed, so she gave her some of the pastries she bought from the city.
The door of the trance room was pushed open, but it was Dong Lang who came back from work.
And there is a bunch of delicate mountain flowers in his hand today, "I saw it on the way back today, so I picked it back for you to see, you can see it." β
Yu Zhiyan turned his head in despair, but his gaze passed over the flowers, and only fell on his patched robe, tears rolling down.
Seeing her crying, Dong Lang hurriedly walked over and teased: "Why are you crying again, it's not because of these flowers." It seems that the flowers on the roadside will not be able to be picked in the future-"
Yu Zhiyan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "There are pastries on the table, you can make do with some of them." I accompanied Qiao Niang to the county seat today, and I didn't have time to cook. β
He didn't know what was going on, but he slowly walked to the bed, fell on it with a "bang", and fell asleep with his head covered.
Dong Lang saw that she had not made a sound for a long time, so he tore off the quilt to look, but saw that she had fallen asleep, but her brows were frowning tightly, as if she was extremely aggrieved even in her sleep.
He covered her with the bedding, blew out the lamp, and slowly left the house.
When Yu Zhiyan woke up again, it was already three poles in the sun, and when she reached out to her side as usual, she realized that it was cold.
She sat up suddenly, but saw that the pillow beside her was flat and neat, and she was afraid that Donglang didn't sleep here at all yesterday.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door in the courtyard, and she put on her clothes and hurried to open the door, but saw Qiao Niang coming in with joy on her face, and she was carrying a bamboo basket.
She hurriedly invited Qiao Niang in, and she had just poured a glass of water for Qiao Niang, but saw her take out a bundle of silk from the bamboo basket, which was the one she had seen yesterday.
Yu Zhiyan looked at Qiao Niang with a stunned face, "This is-"
It took her twenty copper plates to exchange for a palm-sized piece, and how much silver did she get for a whole horse. Qiao Niang's family is not wealthy, how could she buy it.
Qiao Niang smiled happily, "I just came back from the town and went to buy it for you." β
Where did Yu Zhiyan dare to ask, and was about to say something, but he heard Qiao Niang say: "Actually, it was the silver that your husband gave me, last night your husband went to my house to ask why you were depressed, and I told him about the things in the county yesterday, who knew that he sent the silver before dawn this morning, and asked me to help buy this silk back for you." β
Hearing this, Yu Zhiyan hurriedly took the silk and hugged it tightly in his arms, "Where did he get the silver?" β
"I heard that he went to the North Mountain last night to kill a white tiger, and then sold it to the tiger hunter to get the silver."
"What?" Yu Zhiyan's face was full of astonishment.
Qiao Niang was also full of envy, "Your husband is really brave and extraordinary, the white tiger is extremely fierce, and how many people and livestock have been killed by bite, there is nothing to do with it." β
Yu Zhiyan knew that Gu Jue's martial arts skills were superb, but dealing with that tiger still made her feel uneasy.
After the Qiao Niang finished delivering the things, she left, and Yu Zhiyan pulled the silk and began to sew the robe according to the size of Dong Lang.
She was crooked on the table and cutting, but there was a sound of footsteps outside, but it was Xiaohuan who led the women from the village to come.
However, their faces were no longer cordial, they must have been instigated by the little ring, and they all looked fierce and vicious.
Seeing that she was cutting cloth, Xiaohuan sneered: "Yo, where did such a good silk come from, it wasn't stolen." β
Yu Zhiyan took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress his temper, and then sneered back, "If there is evidence, arrest me to the official mansion, if there is no evidence, leave my home, and have the ability to find evidence." β
Seeing that she was sharp-toothed, Xiaohuan fell into the upper hand, and hurriedly glanced at the woman beside her, and the woman said with a smile: "Actually, we are here to tell you something kindly." β
What kind intentions can they have, Yu Zhiyan didn't believe it, and only sneered: "No need." β
However, the little ring suddenly changed its tone, and the voice was extremely eerie, "Do you know who lived in your house before. β
Yu Zhiyan's hand holding the scissors slowly stopped, and looked at her with a disdainful face, "What do you want to say?" β
"There used to be a husband and wife living in this house with a child who had just turned 100 years old, and they were also exiled. But one day his husband was stoned to death while he was clearing the wasteland, and the woman, having drowned her child, hanged herself in the house. β
Yu Zhiyan's face was a little pale, and he didn't know if what they said was true or false.
Another woman hurriedly pointed to the rope on the beam of her house and said, "Look, this is the rope used for hanging, but I didn't expect it to be left now." β
They just bully Yu Zhiyan and don't understand this, in fact, most of the ordinary people have these ropes at home, and they are only used to hang baskets.
There are so many wild cats and wild dogs on this mountain that they often break into their homes to steal fish and eat them, so people put them in baskets and hang them up.
Yu Zhiyan put down the scissors in his hand, "I have seen more dead people than rabbits on the mountain, if you think I am afraid of these, you will pay the wrong attention." β
Xiaohuan sneered: "I have seen a lot of dead people, so have you seen ghosts?" β
As soon as she finished speaking, someone said in a frightened voice: "Before you moved in, there were often cries of women and children in this house, and there were people who saw the woman's dead husband come back in the dead of nightβ"
Yu Zhiyan stood up with a pale face, and said angrily: "Get out of here, talk nonsense again, and see if I don't tear your mouth." β
Who knew that those people were not only not annoyed, but walked outside one by one in a hurry, "We don't want to stay in such a murderous house." β
The women walked out of the thatched hut of Yu Zhiyan's house and went behind a pine tree on the mountain.
Xiaohuan took out the money bag and handed two copper plates to each person's hand, making him smile proudly, "Did you see her scared like that just now?" I thought it was so powerful, but it turned out to be just a papier-mΓ’chΓ© tiger. β
"No, even such a thing is true." The woman who was holding the brass plate laughed too.
"Don't worry, I'll make her worse than dead tonight." Xiaohuan showed a smug look in his eyes, "If you dare to marry the person I love, you are killing yourself." β