Han Changli walked out of the wine shop with him, and there was no more snow. As soon as you step on the street in front of the restaurant, there is a "crunch" sound under your feet, and there is a footprint that breaks the quiet white snow.

Turning around and patting Guo Xiaojiu's shoulder lightly, Li Sanpang smiled and shook his head: "I actually still hope that you can come, the exact time will be three days later, Suzaku Street." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Sanpang's eyes glanced in the direction of the wooden door of the wine shop, Ning Buer was already standing in front of the door, and his whole body trembled when he saw it with a cold gaze.

"Look at it. Guo Xiaojiu didn't need to look back to know that Ning Buer must have been standing at the door, he pulled Li Sanpang's hand away, his eyes squeezed slightly, and he made a look, which meant that he and Li Sanpang could see clearly.

"Let's hurry back, this dog weather. Li Sanpang's strength was really not small, and when he reached out to mention it, Han Changli was directly put on his arm, and a lump of fat swayed.

Han Changli, who was lying on Li Sanfat's shoulder, smacked his lips, reached out and touched a lump of meat under his belly, he should have felt a little warmth, and stretched out his face to stick to it.

It's not a cold wooden table, it's Li Sanpang's shoulders, and it's very comfortable.

A trail of footprints was left in the snow, and the person had already walked to the street entrance, and after passing through three more alleys, he walked out of the West Market. Li Sanpang was sure that Guo Xiaojiu must still be looking at this side, raised his arm and shook it, without looking back.

"Well, let's go. Guo Xiaojiu nodded, he naturally said it to Li Sanpang, in fact, he wanted to be able to say this to Han Changli, but it shouldn't take long, there will always be a chance, as long as he is still in the imperial capital.

Ning Buji had already turned around and walked to the wooden table, putting away the wine jar and empty plates.

poked his head out of the wooden door, Guo Xiaojiu didn't dare to slack off, closed the door of the house, lit the oil lamp, it was almost evening, and the house was still bright.

That night, in the wine shop, two people sat on the last wooden staircase on the second floor of the wine shop, one dragged his cheeks and looked at the roof, and the other played with his cuffs and looked downstairs.

No one spoke first, Ning Buer didn't know how to speak, and Guo Xiaojiu was embarrassed to speak.

After sitting for a long time, Guo Xiaojiu finally mustered up the courage and looked at Ning Buer with a smile, Ning Buer was still distracted. I could only hold the words back into my stomach.

There are still two days to go, Guo Xiaojiu comforts himself in his heart, he can always think of a way to get out of the wine shop.

A strong wind blew in the streets and alleys, blowing on the wooden doors of the liquor store, and there was a crisp clang.

Ning Buer's gaze retracted, stood up, looked back at Guo Xiaojiu's shoulder, and had already turned around: "Go back and rest, if you really want to go, just go, but you can't do it easily." ”

Guo Xiaojiu blinked, a little stunned, and a little surprised, it was really worthy of her Ning Fuji, Guo Xiaojiu habitually reached out to touch his waist, but only then remembered that the saber was still hanging on the side of the wooden door of the wine shop, and only the sound of the bell on his wrist was remembered.

"Rest assured, if we don't go together, just look at it from afar. Guo Xiaojiu turned his head away, looked at Ning Buer's shadow walking towards the room, and said unhurriedly.

"Hmm. Just responding softly, Ning Buer's door had been closed, and there was a faint light in the room.

"Hey, hey. Guo Xiaojiu smirked twice, also stood up, walked downstairs, and walked to the side of the wooden door.

Early in the morning of the second day, an old man who had not walked around the imperial capital for a long time walked out of the Prince Academy, as if he had just returned from a long distance.

The old man's side was followed by a young maidservant, who was not very beautiful, but the chicken she made was indeed delicious.

The old man walked back from Mobei, Longyou Dao, and the maid was also brought back by him from there, and she was entrusted by others. The person who entrusted him was the elderly scholar who was still standing behind the gate of the academy.

Inside the gate of the academy, where are there others, there is only the dean of the academy who holds the position of the crown prince and the prince, and he is the only one. It is true that Guo Yuanwu is an elderly scholar, but compared to the old man who walked out of the academy and Zhang Jiming in Northern Xinjiang, he looks like he is a teenager.

Watching the old man and the maidservant walk into the distance, Guo Yuanwu sighed, turned around and walked back to the academy.

The maid looked around very curiously, he was holding the erhu in his arms, carrying the pipa behind him, and there were still two tear stains on his face, obviously he had just cried.

It was still early in the morning, and few people walked on Suzaku Street, so the snowflakes on Suzaku Street in the imperial capital left her footprints, and she was from Chang'an, the imperial capital.

The old man walked not very fast, and there was a cool morning breeze on the street, and the old man's body swayed, and he was really afraid that a gust of wind would blow his bones apart.

"Old man Qian, will I really be from Chang'an, the imperial capital, in the future?" The maid's head was still curiously looking at the streets and alleys, as well as all kinds of rare things on both sides of Suzaku Street.

The maidservant must have been in the territory of Jingzhao Mansion for the first time, and it was the first time she had entered the imperial capital, and she was still wearing shabby thick robes that could protect her from the wind and sand, which was much worse than the clothes of the middle-aged women who occasionally walked by the shops on the street.

"Girl, let me remind you again, here, you have to call me Mr. Qian, or Dr. Qian. "The old man's name is Qian Zangzhen, he is a literary official above the temple in the imperial capital, the official is from the fourth grade, he is a Taizhong doctor, to put it bluntly, he is still a bad old man with no power and no power.

The maid pouted a little unhappily, the wind on the street blew on her body, she tightened the erhu in her arms, and some missed the old man, I hadn't made a flower chicken for him for a long time, and I made it for him tonight, but he couldn't eat it.

Thinking of the sad thing, there were some tears in the maid's eyes.

Qian Zangzhen, who turned back slightly, saw this scene and did not dissuade him, after all, he was young, and he could cry if he wanted to. It's just a little emotional, Zhang Jiming, that old guy, where did he collect the servant girl, why didn't he have such good luck.

It's a pity that the tree planted by Zhang Jiming's old guy was finally inserted in his Qian Zangzhen's pit, and in the future, this handmaid is his handmaid of Qian Zangzhen, not Zhang Jiming's handmaiden.

"Girl, tell me what you want to do in the imperial capital, old man, I will definitely be able to satisfy you. Qian Zangzhen pouted and said with confidence.

"Storytelling. The maid raised her arm lightly, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and plucked up the courage to say, for fear that Qian Zangzhen would refute, frowning and her tone was a little heavier: "I can only tell books." ”

Gasping slightly, Qian Zangzhen was a little surprised, he stopped, looked back and looked at the maid carefully.

He stopped on Suzaku Street, and the maidservant stopped in the middle of the street, looking at him timidly. It's a pity that the person in front of him is not Old Man Zhang, not the old man who can joke with her casually and not get angry.

"Okay, just be a storyteller. "I don't know why, Qian Zangzhen didn't say that she was spineless, in Datang, storytelling is not a profession that is looked down upon, the main thing is to make less money, and this is the imperial capital, not the kind of poor countryside in Mobei, Longyou Province.

The most famous in the imperial capital is the Liyuan opera, and the rich people will go to the Liyuan Fang to listen to the opera when they are free, and the story there must be more interesting than the one told by the storyteller.

The maid who got Qian Zangzhen's answer was a little surprised, and her heart was even more bottomless, storytelling is not a person's business, and it was the old man Zhang Jiming who was telling the story before, at most she played the pipa at the right time, and looked at the old man Zhang Jiming's eyes to play, just she was alone, but she couldn't afford that kind of shelf.

"Forget it. The servant girl lowered her head, and there were some stains on her face, which had been gently wiped away with the tears that had slipped down.

"That's not going to work. Qian Zangzhen had already continued to turn around and walked forward with his hands behind his back: "Count me as one of these things, tell the story, my old man will also have some, and when I have time, I will accompany you." ”

"Although you are a woman's family, after all, it was entrusted to me by Mr. Zhang, and it can be regarded as his last thought, and when you get to the house, in addition to telling stories, you have to follow me and read more. Qian Zangzhen said, already turning into an alley.

The maidservant nodded, and agreed.

walked to the end of the alley, and turned around again, it was his Qian Zangzhen's mansion, which was a very ordinary dilapidated courtyard, with no maids and no subordinates.

The yard is a little old, and there are a lot of weeds growing in the corners.

The maidservant girl followed Qian Zangzhen and walked into the depths of the courtyard. There is only one room on the front and two rooms on the side in the courtyard.

"Wait a minute, I'll take my things out, you'll be in that room in the future, my old man is old, just here. "Both rooms are on the east side of the courtyard, and the room that I said I was going to give to the maidservant girl was the house that was originally his.

On the wooden door of the house, there was a small bamboo tube, Qian Zangzhen stepped forward and picked up the bamboo tube, there were two letterheads inside, thinking that the little fat man had come.