The jade lychees resting on several cases were knocked to the ground one after another, hitting with two crisp sounds, and then rolling under several cases.

Jiang Huaiyang clasped her waist, rested his head on her shoulder, and whispered a little tiredly, "We can't clear the two." "There are too many mistakes to make up, and too many favors to repay.

Ruan Yuyi looked at the messy cases fixedly, and burst into tears.

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But Jiang Huaiyang still didn't keep her after all, and after Concubine Rong's affairs were taken care of, Ruan Yuyi didn't bring anything and returned to the general's mansion empty-handed.

He chased all the way out of the palace, but stopped walking, and watched her carriage and horse go away into the crowd.

Today is Xian'er and Ying'er's birthday, and Mrs. Ruan has actually sent people to ask several times, ostensibly asking if she wants to prepare her dishes, but in fact, she is providing her with a chance to get out.

The carriage stopped leisurely, the wooden fragrance opened the curtain, and the inside of the carriage was bright. Ruan Yuyi faced the cold wind of deep winter, put her hand on the back of Mu Xiang's hand, and walked down with a small pestle.

In the depths of the alley, a figure flashed.

She looked at the place for a long time with some hesitation, and asked softly, "Mu Xiang, is that the gentleman you invited earlier?" ”

Mu Xiang turned back late, where was there still a figure in the same place, she only glanced at it, and said, "Miss, I'm afraid it's not a mistake." ”

It's not an important person, so Ruan Yuyi just gave up.

moved into the house, didn't want to hide behind the door for a long time, so I guarded her back. As soon as he saw a corner of her clothes, Xian'er pounced on her, and almost didn't stumble on her.

Ruan Yuyi snorted lightly and hugged her, "Xian'er." ”

"Be careful not to let Sister Ah fall." Ying'er hugged her arms and said coldly behind her.

Ruan Yuyi also called him with a smile, and this little Langjun was not called, and his face was full of crimson.

A few people gossiped a few words near the weeping flower gate, and the mother-in-law who came to greet them reminded that it was windy outside, and they were afraid of the wind and cold after standing here for a long time, so they introduced the group into the house.

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Jiang Huaiyang stood in place for a while, and when Wen Pheasant saw this, he stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, do you want to catch up?" ”

This question seemed to mention him, he hummed casually, didn't ask for a carriage or horse, and walked away.

He walked around the farther one. The market over there is more lively, if it weren't for the frequent white events in the palace, I am afraid that it will be more lively, the sound of birds and birds in the hawkers' cages, the sound of selling, and the sound of singing, all mixed together.

He was wearing a brocade robe, and he was still particularly eye-catching in front of the cloth clothes, and people kept looking at him.

He stopped in front of a small stall. The owner of the stall was skillfully fiddling with a spoon of maltose, and the brown syrup was like a paintbrush in everyone's hands under his hand.

The boss smiled and handed the thing to the child next to him, who was already looking at it. He handed over a sweaty copper plate, turned and ran away in joy.

Only then did the boss greet Jiang Huaiyang, "What does the guest officer want?" ”

Wen Pheasant originally thought that he would not be interested in this, and didn't want him to think about it for a while, so he opened his mouth and said, "Rabbits may draw?" ”

"Yes, this rabbit-like one, I draw not twenty but seventeen or eighteen a day, and I am familiar with it......" The boss is a person who likes to chatter, and when he seizes the opportunity, he pulls him to gossip.

Jiang Huaiyang lowered his eyes and watched the sugar painting take shape, his mind was full of her appearance, eyebrows and smiles, angry, or resolute back, all so vivid.

She would love the gadgets, he thought.

So he walked all the way, buying a lot of food and toys along the way, and the eyes of the children passing by lit up.

When I passed by the pastry shop, I smelled the fragrance of osmanthus cake, so I walked in and asked the boss to make one. A large piece of osmanthus cake is wrapped in a piece of oiled paper and tied with a rope staggered, and the hole in the rope is just enough to pass through a few fingers, which is much easier to carry.

The bold girl in the rouge shop approached him and asked him which house he was the son of. He was silent, and scared the girl away with a cold face, and then remembered that the last time he picked up her belongings, her rouge seemed to have bottomed out, because she had gone into the shop again.

He didn't want to think about it, the last time he did this time, it was more than half a year ago. Someone in the General's Mansion had already bought a new one.

When his hands were full, Jiang Huaiyang happened to walk in front of the general's mansion. The little guy guarding the door didn't know the holy face, and only said that he wanted them to wait outside, and he went in to report it.

So he waited.

It was Ruan Haoxin who came out. He looked taken aback, "Your Majesty? No one knows how you are here. His gaze wandered back and forth on the miscellaneous children's gadgets in Wen Pheasant and Jiang Huaiyang's hands, and his face was obviously strange.

"Your sister is here?" Jiang Huaiyang just couldn't see his eyes.

"Xian'er is here," he added, after a moment's thought, "Yi'er is asleep." ”

Jiang Huaiyang glanced at the crack in the door behind Ruan Haoxin, and only got a glimpse of light. He inexplicably felt that Ruan Yuyi was not in the mansion, and then turned to look at Ruan Haoxin's expression, his eyes really flashed slightly.

Jiang Huaiyang is a step above the others, and she is on the bank of the river at this time, and she is about to abandon the car and get on the boat.

He chuckled in his heart, and before he had time to think about it, he stuffed the sundries in his hand into Ruan Hao's novice hand, and walked towards the river.

The wind blew across his cheeks, and he heard a sharp whistling sound, and his cheeks were numb. He looked ahead, and he didn't dare to stop. His instincts told him that if he paused, he would miss it.

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People come and go on the shore, and the scene of farewell should be with the dry willow branches, and there is a bit of sadness in the bones.

Jiang Huaiyang looked around, and all kinds of clothes shook in front of him, but there was no figure he missed. He didn't want to believe it, so he grabbed someone and asked, have you ever seen such a girl? He described it in detail.

Fortunately, her complexion was eye-catching, and this question was really asked by him.

He looked in the direction that the man was pointing, and sure enough, there was a goose-yellow figure, carrying the hem of his skirt, about to get on the boat. Xu was told by the boatman to be careful, and she raised her face in response.

Jiang Huaiyang couldn't stand any longer, stepped forward a few steps, and also stepped on the boat.

The boat shook twice, and he almost didn't overturn the belongings of other people's lives.

Ruan Yuyi was frightened, turned around, and glared at him with some disgust, "What are you doing again, do you have to be happy if someone's boat capsizes?" ”

He was itched to see it, and he was really a little happy.

But not for the ship, but for the fact that she has not left, and at this moment, in his arms, so real. He thought that this was what she looked like when she first entered Beijing.

It's just that she wants to be more green, looking around at the unfamiliar northern scenery, a pair of eyes full of love and sparkling, full of scenery in Beijing and her expectations.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Wuzhou." She replied.

"May I go with me?"

She broke away from his arms, turned her face away, and her voice was so soft that it almost dissipated with the wind, "That's not Wuzhou for concubines alone." ”

He knows.

That was the Wuzhou that gave birth to the person he loved.

(End of chapter)