This night was very unstable, in the middle of the night, the shopkeeper of Fanshe also scolded for a while, probably scolding the wild cat or crying or something like that, Ning Junxi listened to the shopkeeper's scolding but gradually became at ease, and fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up, the light inside the house was dim, and the sky outside the house was already white.

Ning Junxi hadn't slept enough yet, his eyes turned around the room for half a circle, and he saw a shadow sitting at the table in a daze, closing his eyes and preparing to sleep again.

Then he opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at the shadow again, and it turned out to be nothing.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, sat up and moved his neck, a little stiff last night, rubbed his cervical spine and asked, "What time is it?" ”

"Tatsushi. Wu stood up, poured a glass of water, placed it on the table, and took two steps back.

"Sit down, I'm not your pavilion master, don't be polite to me. Ning Junxi took a sip of water and greeted him.

There is no silence and no speech.

Ning Junxi glanced at him, drank a glass of water, got up to the window, and pushed the window open.

A gust of autumn wind with a gentle dampness blows in the face, followed by the green tree street washed outside the window, there are not many pedestrians on the street, all with oil-paper umbrellas, the weather is a little heavy, adding a bit of depression to the already not very vivid scenery.

"No wonder it's so dark. Ning Junxi muttered, closed the window halfway, and pressed it against the window pole, "Have you washed up, go and call those two to get up, go down for breakfast in a while, and then ......"

He frowned, thinking of the shopkeeper's admonition last night, and hesitated, "You can go out and go around, and the Grim Reaper will follow, pay attention to the slightest bit, don't let her get into trouble." ”

Fang Wu did not respond, pushed the door and walked out of the room.

Ning Junxi looked back, thinking that he still had to play a game of chess, he couldn't help but knock on his head in worry, and turned to clean himself up.

After a cup of tea, the four of them sat at a table in the corner of the first floor of Fanshe, breakfast was fried fruit and millet porridge, and the shopkeeper also gave a plate of pickled cucumbers.

The autumn rain continued, and many people gathered on the first floor to talk about it.

Ning Junxi's glorious deeds yesterday have obviously spread, but the person who talked to Gongsun Zhi has become the second county lord of Yuan'an Wangfu, and with a mess on the street yesterday, it is really messy, and Ning Junxi is embarrassed to hear it.

Sisi didn't know that the person concerned was Ning Junxi, and listened to it with relish, and chatted with Ning Junxi from time to time, mainly because she didn't react to the frost falling, and asked Ning Jun who the second county lord of Yuan'an Wangfu was, which was interesting.

Ning Junxi happened to hear a lot of things about King Yuan'an in the frozen soil village, so he said a few words. Sisi not only didn't feel absurd, but was very interested, smiled and said that she must know each other in the future. Ning Jun lowered his head and drank porridge, but he did not accept it.

Halfway through the meal, there were a few neighing sounds of horses outside the house, and after a while, two young men and women walked into the house one after the other and sat down at the empty table.

Both of them wore a green robe, their black hair was tied up with a cyan sword hairpin, and they wore a yellow jade pendant of the same material around their waists, which at first glance seemed to be disciples of any sect.

It's just that the young woman's attitude is much more arrogant, and the whole person exudes an aggressive aura, although her eyebrows are ordinary, but she is cold and indifferent, but she crushes the people who are traveling with her.

After the two of them took their seats, the atmosphere of Fanshe changed subtly, and the topic gradually shifted from the second county lord of Yuan'an to the review of the Zangpu naval army on the autumn equinox.

Ning Jun glanced at the two of them, slightly surprised in his heart.

Qingyun Academy has been established for thousands of years, and it is famous all over the world, and the Tsing Yi sword hairpin is also a tradition, but there is an unwritten rule among the students, before virtue is not matched, you are not allowed to walk outside as a disciple of Qingyun, so as not to fall into the thousand-year prestige of Qingyun Academy. It's very strange that these two people are so blatant.

The two of them asked the shopkeeper for food, and they didn't speak, but drank a little bit of tea.

Sisi was very curious about the two of them, eating fried fruits and asked vaguely, "Who are those two?"

"I don't know.

Ning Junxi said perfunctorily, and quickly drank the last bit of rice porridge in the bowl, "You eat slowly, I'll go up first." ”

Sisi wrinkled her nose, and finally swallowed the dough in her mouth, "Why didn't I see you feeding the little monster?"

"It's a picky eater. Ning Junxi smiled and patted Sisi's back, "Eat slowly, don't choke." ”

He tilted his head and went up the stairs.

The slightest mouth was curled, and there was no partner to chat, so he lowered his head and quickly picked up rice.

......

On the walls of Qingping City, the rain dripped and fell on the armor of the soldiers, on the oil-paper umbrellas entering and leaving the city, on the goods coming and going, and on the pedestrians in robes.

A barefoot old man with a stiff back, gray hair, and unkempt hair, except for the only piece of warmth that could sell for a few pennies, the oblique shawl wool fur, really did not see anything valuable, and slowly wandered into the crowd of people entering the city.

With a commotion in the city, three horses braved the rain and the crowd retreated.

The barefoot old man didn't seem to react for a while, and stood in the middle of the road in a daze.

The brocade-clothed boy led by the brother raised his horsewhip and knocked the old man to the ground, and the three of them walked away.

The long queue outside the city suddenly turned over on their backs.

There was chaos, and a long queue formed again in front of the city gate.

A middle-aged trader packed up his carriage and horses, and when he saw that the old man hadn't gotten up for a long time, he trotted over, "Brother!"

The old man moved.

The middle-aged trader hurriedly helped the old man up, and saw that the sheepskin fur on the old man had opened a cut, but there was no blood, "How is the old brother?"

The old man let out a daze, got up tremblingly, and slowly went to the city gate.

"Old brother!" the middle-aged trader shouted twice, seeing that the old man seemed to be stunned, he smiled helplessly, returned to the team, beckoned the convoy to carefully follow the goods, and followed the team.

......

Qingping City, which can also be said to be Qingping County, has the highest status of Yue Wangfu, which was sealed by the prince with a different surname more than 20 years ago, and then divided into three families and seven small families.

The three families are Xiao, Qi, and Niu, because they are properly managed, and the disciples of this family are competitive enough, and their status is second only to Yuewangfu, and they are regarded as the eldest lord of Qingping County, and even Chengcheng can't be suppressed.

As the saying goes, when the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds. The children of these three families are not less than the outstanding children, and because of the family as a backer, the prince of Yue Wangfu is taking the lead, becoming more and more unscrupulous, and it can be said that he is notorious.

Of course, this notoriety is far from the two big gentlemen of the Yuan'an Palace.

Today, Xiaofu, which has always been accustomed to opening the door to do business, rarely closes its door, but drives out a carriage at the back door, and the carriage passes through the long alley soaked in the autumn rain and goes to the mansion in Qingping County.

Soon, another carriage slowly drove out of the Niufu, and the two carriages went in the direction of Niufu one after the other.

Only this time, the two carriages were closed at the same time.

Xiao Rong, the head of the Xiao family, pleaded with the protégé of Niufu several times to report it, but the protégé thought that the master was not at home, so please go back and refuse directly.

In the end, the two heads of the two companies had no choice but to leave.

......

Wan Dianhong belongs to an ordinary dusty place in the willow lane of the flower street where it is located, and the women are divided into three, six, nine, etc., open at dusk, and catch people in the early morning.

However, Yao Jingcheng, who was full of confidence, made seven bags in a row, and coupled with his handsomeness, he made a generous move, so he asked Lao Bustard to make a slight exception, allowing him to live in Wandianhong as an inn.

At this time, Master Yizen, who had not slept all night, was sitting on a wooden chair and was about to take a nap when he heard a knock on the door.

He trotted to open the door, and saw Yao Jingcheng holding a pot of wine, grinning facelessly, and seeing Li Chan raise his head, he raised the wine jug, "Have a cup?"

Li Chan happened to have nothing in his mouth, and he was a little greedy, "If you have nothing to do, you will not steal." ”

"Where

, I call it sharing," Yao Jingcheng said unashamedly, "Good things, it's boring to drink too much alone." ”

That's true. Li Chan nodded at him, sat up straight, took a long breath, and said with a smile, "Qingping wine, it's not cheap." ”

"The seniors only have to drink, not enough for me to pay. Yao Jingcheng put the wine jug on the table, full of confidence, said, poured some into the teacup for Li Chan, poured some for himself, tasted it lightly, and sighed, "A few years ago, I felt fragrant when I drank a sip of rough wine, and I woke up drooling when I dreamed, which was called a chagrin, but now I don't have that taste when I drink good wine." ”

Li Chan picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp, "It's mellow enough!"

Yao Jingcheng hurriedly poured Li Chan full, "Qingping wine, suitable for Qingping New Year, suitable for the occasion, the taste is enough, and there is less blood." ”

Li Chan drank the glass of wine again and did not speak.

Yao Jingcheng also drank it up, and poured it again, "What about the seniors, Jingcheng can't help this time, but my sister can help, don't look at her cold, in fact, she is hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, besides, whoever is there, she will definitely respond to her needs." ”

Li Chan still didn't speak, began to drink wine, turned his eyes to the sleeping woman, and didn't leave for a long time.

Yao Jingcheng also drank elegantly, Qingping wine was mellow, focusing on the taste, and it was a violent thing to pour down, and he couldn't taste the true taste of it.

The two of them were silent and drank a pot of wine.

Yao Jingcheng didn't stop, raised the wine jug, signaled that he was out of wine and planned to leave.

Li Chan suddenly said, "My heart is my hometown." ”

Yao Jingcheng paused, looked at the person in his eyes, and smiled, "It's crepe, but it's not fake." As for the literati, there are always a few truths that are not too sour. ”

"Next time, I'll take a plate of food and drinks. Li Chan reminded, "It's a casual thing." ”

"Okay!" Yao Jingcheng grinned, shaking the wine jug and leaving the room.

Li Chan stepped forward, tucked the corner of the quilt for the Venerable Master, brushed her broken hair in front of her forehead by the way, and smiled lightly, "I will be at ease where I have you." ”

Then, stretching slightly, he sat down against the rim and grabbed the Venerable Master's hand.

The Venerable Master's eyelids twitched slightly, and he frowned and muttered, "Whoever takes advantage of the old lady, be careful that the old lady chops off your hand with a knife." ”

Li Chan was stunned, unable to cry or laugh.

......

Ning Junxi spent a whole morning composing a decent chess game before he breathed a sigh of relief.

He moved his legs and feet, walked to the window, and looked at the heavy sky outside the window, the light rain had stopped, but the autumn was lingering and slightly cool.

A jujube tree on the side of the road has lush branches, the treetop can just stretch out a few steps from the window to the level position, the jujube leaves have slightly curled yellow, but there are not many jujubes, I think they are not ripe and are picked by passers-by.

Ning Junxi was also a little greedy when he looked at it, but unfortunately he couldn't reach a date when he stretched out his hand, and he didn't take it seriously, just looked at it twice, and planned to go downstairs to eat something.

But before he could get to the door, someone knocked on his door.

Ning Junxi's footsteps paused slightly, thinking that there should be no other people who knew him here, but when he saw that the outsider only knocked three times, he stopped knocking, and was very polite, so he had a little less scruples, and opened the door stunned for a moment, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

Standing at the door was one of the two Qingyun students who entered the door at breakfast, and said in a faint voice, "I am one of the assistants of Qingyun Academy in charge of next year's Qingyun enrollment, I want to ask, next year's Qingyun enrollment, are you interested in trying?"

"Huh?" The corners of Ning Junxi's mouth twitched, he didn't have the experience of being famous, and he was inexplicably thrown over the olive branch of Qingyun Academy, which made him a little confused for a while, but fortunately, he reacted in an instant and coughed lightly, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested." ”

The woman nodded, not stopping.

Ning Junxi became more and more inexplicable, and without thinking about it anymore, he closed the door and cleaned up briefly, and trotted downstairs.