When the carriage left the palace, it was already a little dark, and Tsundere Lori, who had finished eating the hot pot, was obviously very satisfied, and even waved goodbye with a cheerful expression.

Ma Sanbao, who was sitting opposite Gu Huai, should also be very satisfied, the young eunuch ate very gently, but the strange thing was that Gu Huai prepared a lot of ingredients, but there was nothing left.

Tsundere Lori can't eat so much, and she doesn't have much food in her small hot pot at all, Gu Huai can't eat it with a lot of heart, so the hidden big stomach king should be sitting opposite.

After hesitating for a moment, Gu Huai tentatively opened his mouth: "After the Shangyuan Poetry Meeting, there seem to be some rumors in the palace?" ”

"Is it your business with the little princess?" Ma Sanbao opened his eyes, "There really is." ”

"The princess knows?"

"Who in the palace doesn't know?"

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't ask."

Gu Huai was speechless.

After a moment of silence, he still had some luck: "The princess should know that this is just a rumor?" Where did I get the courage to have an idea for the little county lord? ”

Ma Sanbao shook his head: "I heard that the princess called the little county lord over to lecture a few times, and also dropped several bottles of perfume... It seems that some people believe this statement. ”

Gu Huai was stunned: "Isn't this nonsense?" It's not like this for toads to want to eat swan meat. ”

"Here's the problem," Ma Sanbao said meaningfully, "if the swan... What should I do if I don't dislike toads? ”

Gu Huai was stunned.

"The princess has an insight, if the rumors in the palace are just rumors, they are nothing more than a laugh," Ma Sanbao continued to close his eyes, as if whispering, "But after seeing the little county lord a few times, you are still furious about this matter, you don't understand the reason?" ”

"I understand," Gu Huai leaned against the window, "But how old is the county lord?" Where does she understand these things? ”

When I saw delicious food, I was interested, and my eyes lit up when I listened to Gu Huai's story while eating, obviously I was still a child, where could I explain it clearly to the princess?

Although sometimes I feel like a little adult...

Ma Sanbao sighed: "The county lord doesn't understand, but you have to understand, the eldest sister is like a mother, the princess has already doted on the little county lord, and now your identity... It's always a little inappropriate, the princess is too worried, and it's understandable, the explanation is not clear, you still have to keep some distance. ”

Being able to say such things shows that Ma Sanbao at least regards Gu Huai as half a friend, although it is a little unpleasant, but it is a real truth.

What is your identity? and the divorced son-in-law, the royal guest who was not made public, half an inventor and a scholar, and one of the instigators of Zhu Di's rebellion.

These identities, apart from the son-in-law, which one can see the light? The little county lord of Zhongshan Wangfu has a relationship with him, which is simply off the mark.

The only thing you can do at this time is to stay away... lest one day really touch Princess Yan's bottom line.

Gu Huai covered his forehead: "What kind of is this?" ”

......

The carriage stopped at the corner of the street, and then it was the goulan and the shop, the street was a little lively, and there were a lot of people coming and going, and I didn't know whether to go to the street or go to the goulan to listen to the play, the carriage went slowly, and Gu Huai directly lifted the curtain to say goodbye to Ma Sanbao, and prepared to walk a little way back to the shop.

At this time, it was the most prosperous time in Beiping City after nightfall, there were some food stalls on the street, Gu Huai stopped and bought some ready to take back to Xiaohuan Nuohai, stopped and waited while taking a look at the night scene of Beiping, but a carriage pulling firewood also stopped in front of the stall.

In the face of the congested crowd, the big man above scolded a few times and waved his whip, but the carriage really couldn't pass for a while, so the big man stopped the carriage and swallowed the food on the stall.

This scene is very common, although the man is burly, but he can see that he is also used to living a hard life, Gu Huai retracted his gaze, took the pehler's pretended food and esophagus to thank him, and walked towards his own shop.

It just so happened that the crowd moved out of the way, and the carriage resumed its journey, passing through the crowded section of the road, which was a slightly secluded and dark street, with shops in front.

The condescending man in the carriage suddenly said hello: "Gu Huai? ”

Probably because the carriage was next to Gu Huai, the man in the carriage looked more and more burly, Gu Huai could only tilt his head, and a trace of something wrong flashed in his heart, because after making eye contact with the big man, the flashing in those eyes was definitely not good.

Fang Zheng's dark face suddenly squeezed out a smile, and vigilance surged in Gu Huai's heart, but before he could think about this smile, he only felt a whistling wind coming from the back of his head.

"What a weak scholar..."

......

Picking out the wick to make the candle flame with insufficient oil brighter, Liu Yanmo yawned lightly, but his slender fingers still tightly grasped the brush and wrote hairpins on the paper.

Only the person who writes the story knows how grand and wonderful the story told by the scholar in the green shirt in a flat tone.

After listening to the first few times, looking at the appearance of the Tsing Yi reader who was slightly sorry and said that he couldn't remember the set poem, Liu Yanmo naturally felt a great sense of frustration in his heart, it turned out that what his mother who taught him to read was right... Literary talent is sometimes destined at birth.

Gently picked up the rice paper and looked at the first chapter that was written, Liu Yanmo frowned, gently crumpled the rice paper, and threw it aside, and beside the table, there were already many balls of such rice paper.

It's not good to write like this, it's not worthy of this story.

The night is already deep, and the lights are getting darker and darker, it's not that I can't hold the lamp, it's just that I can't light it up again, and I still can't see it clearly if I don't get closer, Liu Yanmo doesn't plan to waste these lamp oils, and there is a sound of gently turning her body next door, presumably Xiaoyu has fallen asleep.

Actually, the man in the green shirt was right... This story can really hold up the hook fence, he said that there are a hundred times, but just after listening to it for the first time, Liu Yanmo was already fascinated by this story.

It turns out that there is not only love in the world, the original world is so big, there are mountain spirits and ghosts, there are heavens and the west, and it turns out that Daming may also be just a small corner of the world like the Eastern Tang Dynasty...

How exactly did he come up with these stories?

Journey to the West... Journey to the West... Why did he take the pen name Wu Chengen?

The pen stopped for a long time, the ink was a little open, Liu Yanmo came back to his senses, finished writing the final poem, and in his mind was the eloquent tone of the Tsing Yi reader, and wrote the story on the paper little by little.

He said that he would come over today to tell the story and take a look at the manuscript by the way... Maybe he can't wait, maybe he's in trouble...

What's next in this story? I'd love to hear it, but I'm afraid I won't be able to hear the story tonight...

Thinking of this, she was slightly disappointed, and a little apologetic, because it seemed that the young man probably didn't have any idea about the hook column, the story was a good story, and the silver that was enough to send the monthly money also made Xiaohuan, who was good friends with Xiaoyu, sent it over... If there is really anything wrong with it, it stands to reason that he should come over and declare his sovereignty.

She planned to wait a little longer, but feeling a little hungry, she picked up the steamed buns that were already a little cold at the corner of the table.

I'm probably going to be writing stories all night again...