Jiang Yunhe sat in front of the window, holding a book in his hand and watching it with relish.

The scenery outside the window is just right, and the sound of the piano echoes in the room, which is a carefree style.

"Childe, this iced lotus seed is the best way to relieve the heat, and if you don't drink ice, it will melt!" a woman said softly on the side.

"Okay!" Jiang Yunhe smiled, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and the woman turned the page for him in a playful manner.

Smelling the faint aroma beside him, Jiang Yunhe whispered:

"Leave flowers and green curtains, add fragrance and red sleeves, and often hate Changchun shallow. The south wind blows the wine and the jade rainbow turns, and then he can't bear to listen to it, and the sound of the strings is broken.

Take the Luan Bao fan, Ling Bo micro step, good in the Qingchi Liang Pavilion. Zhirao Shu and Lychee came, and asked the slender hand, who passed the ice bowl. ”

"Ahh The woman exclaimed, covered her mouth with a fan, and ran quickly to find pen and ink.

"Don't worry, don't worry, if you like me, I'll sing it to you. Jiang Yunhe laughed.

"What Childe said, the slave family likes it. The woman's eyes were full of tenderness, like water, which could melt people into it.

Jiang Yunhe looked at her delicate curves behind him, admiring in his heart.

He still likes this kind of environment, the women here are not only proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also know one or two, and they are very interesting, no wonder those talented and high-ranking officials in ancient times like to run to the Qinglou.

And many women are full of poetry and books, and it is said that there are also Qinglou women who help to catch up with the examiners, which can be seen.

Moreover, these women also have a lot of books, love novels, biographies of tourists, poems and songs, and court history.

"Hey, how do you pronounce this word?" Jiang Yunhe looked down at a page and suddenly asked.

"Childe, I'll take a look. Another woman poked her head out from behind him, glanced at the word Jiang Yunhe was pointing at, and said with a smile: "Is Gongzi testing me?" I know this word, pronounced it, which means tall and significant. There is a word called Zhuo Biyun Han. ”

Jiang Yunhe stroked the woman's face and smiled gently: "Bing'er is really caring. ”

......

Jiang Yunhe felt that it was also a good place to learn words and read books here.

In the past three days, Jiang Yunhe has not even been out of the courtyard of the Qinglou, practicing from 3 to 5 in the morning and from 3 to 5 in the afternoon, and the rest of the time is to read, learn words, and listen to music and rhythm, but he is not like drinking and having fun all day long as outsiders think.

Several women have seen a lot of anxious people, but Jiang Yunhe is different, young, handsome, talented, good at reading, and a standard romantic talent.

On the contrary, he was more devoted to Jiang Yunhe.

The other woman laid out the paper, sharpened the pen and ink, and asked Jiang Yunhe to read it again.

After copying, he put the ink aside to dry, and sighed: "Hatred is long and short." ”

Jiang Yunhe said with a smile: "If you have wine today, you can get drunk today." ”

"There is wine today and drunk today, what is the full text?" Bing'er's eyes lit up and she asked again and again.

"Tomorrow is sorrowful...... Jiang Yunhe picked up Bing'er with his backhand and laughed: "Tomorrow is sorrowful!"

......

After a night, Jiang Yunhe pulled himself out of the pile of jade bodies, first practiced for two hours as usual, and when he opened his eyes, Bing'er was already combing his hair.

There is a maid next to him who brings water to wash.

These girls are really raised like everyone's ladies, a small building alone, the second floor is the living room, the first floor is the maid, and the jade hands are not touched by the spring water.

"Childe, if you think of the slave family in the future, take out this hairpin and take a look, if you miss it tightly, come back to see the slave family. ”

After washing, Bing'er took a jade-encrusted hairpin from his head and stuffed it into Jiang Yunhe's hand.

Jiang Yunhe looked at the hairpin in his hand, this was the most valuable piece of jewelry on the girl's body.

This girl is only sixteen years old, she has just opened the pavilion, where did she get the money, this hairpin is not good or the bustard bought it.

"Childe, don't refuse......" Bing'er saw Jiang Yunhe staring at the hairpin and didn't speak, and said lightly.

"How can I be reluctant to refuse the gift that Bing'er gave me? Seeing things is like seeing people, when I see this hairpin, I will see Bing'er. Jiang Yunhe said with a smile.

Seeing Bing'er's smile, Jiang Yunhe carefully put the hairpin in his bag.

When I left, I received several gifts, including two handkerchiefs and three books.

In a package, it was a big circle than the package when Jiang Yunhe came.

Out of the gate, turning his head and seeing several women, Jiang Yunhe waved his hand and got into the carriage in front of him.

"Brother Jiang's Yanfu is really not shallow, I envy my brother. Chen Dongdao heard it clearly outside, and the smile on his face was almost unbearable.

He threw so much silver into this Golden Zhi Pavilion, and he didn't enjoy this treatment.

It's not a matter of money, can a smiling face be compared to this heart?

Jiang Yunhe shook his head slightly, took out three spirit beads slightly larger than his fingernails and handed them to Chen Dongdao.

"Brother, let's transfer this to them for money. If they have something to ask for, please ask my brother to help them. ”

This spirit bead is equivalent to three hundred taels of silver, and the purchasing power of one tael of silver is equivalent to about a thousand yuan in modern times, and these two beads are equivalent to nine hundred thousand.

"Then you might as well buy them, take them with you, and travel with them, which is also a beautiful thing. Chen Dong said.

"I don't know where I'm going...... And they're not all the way, so why bother going all the way? It's not good for them. Jiang Yunhe said.

"Brother Jiang is not very old, so he can see it so thoroughly! Brother Jiang hasn't been out of the yard for a few days, and I'm still worried that you are young Mu Ai and addicted to it!" Chen Dongdao gave a thumbs up.

Of course, Jiang Yunhe knew that embarking on the path of cultivation was different from ordinary people.

No matter how close the contact between cultivators and mortals is, like Chen Dongdao, he has a family business in the county seat.

But longevity is an issue.

As long as a practitioner reaches Yongquan, his lifespan will be one hundred and fifty years, and the sea of qi will be two hundred years old.

The lifespan of a mortal is only a hundred years.

The two sides are not fellow travelers.

"But Brother Jiang should be careful for a while, Yu'er's face is not very good-looking these days. Chen Dongdao smiled again.

......

"Hmph!" Liu Yu'er saw the carriage coming, so she snorted coldly and lowered the curtain.

The horses of both carriages were a head taller than ordinary horses, and the hooves were even more scaly, and the carriages were also not ordinary, and they traveled thousands of miles a day without the slightest bump.

In the evening, a few people got out of the car to rest for a while.

Liu Yu'er rolled her eyes a few times in a row, but Jiang Yunhe didn't see it, looking at the surrounding scenery, and Liu Yu'er's teeth were itching.

Half a sound, in the end, Liu Yuer couldn't hold back, and said angrily: "I thought you were obsessed with beauty and forgot to set off." ”

"Oops, my memory. There is a singer who sings for three days, and the echoes are endless, which makes me addicted to it for a long time. I take care of myself every day, but I forgot about Daoyou, it's mine, I'll definitely bring Daoyou next time!" Jiang Yunhe said with a smile.

"Shameless!" Liu Yu'er was even more angry, and her face turned red.

Half a voice and couldn't help asking: "It's really so good?

"It's very good, but it's a pity that the face was ruined, which is pitiful. Jiang Yunhe said.

"What's going on?" asked Yu'er again and again.

Then Jiang Yunhe told her a tragic story that led to tragedy due to jealousy and hatred.

made Yu'er feel sorry: "It's a pity." ”

He sighed again: "Sure enough, people's hearts are like ghosts." ”

Liu Yuer was inexplicably very sympathetic to the disfigured singer.

"Yes, it's unpredictable. The two of them sighed one by one.

Liu Shoucheng was sitting in the car with a toothache.