Rather than believing that all this is true, Liu Jian hopes that this is a play, a play that is rehearsed for the girls of Fengmanlou......

How could it be a butterfly dance? Liu Jian's hands trembled, and he wanted to say something and stopped, but finally remained silent.

The lady stumbled and pounced on Butterfly Dance, who looked at Liu Jian helplessly, hoping to get some reaction and answer from him. Liu Jian could only watch silently with a calm face, watching Mrs. Wen hold her in her arms and cry bitterly, he was full of mixed tastes at the moment, and he really didn't know what to say.

"Qin'er, I'm my mother, Qin'er, don't you remember me?"

Butterfly Dance's body was a little stiff, with a faint mist in her eyes, and her body trembled unconsciously. She suddenly hugged Mrs. Wen and cried out loud.

"Mother, I remember, I remember. Why don't you come to me, don't you want me, why do you still come to me, why do you ......"

When she shouted out that shout, Liu Jian exhaled softly, as if she had lost something, but more of that slightly sour joy. The mother and daughter who hugged their heads and cried naturally let them say goodbye

"Qin'er, my mother is sorry for you, my mother shouldn't have left you, it's my mother's fault. Mrs. Wen hugged her daughter tightly, as if trying to rub her back into her body. After all, Butterfly Dance hugged her mother's back and wanted to say something more, but it was difficult to say anything when she cried.

Na Wen Gongzi wiped away his tears, ran over with his head down, and softly persuaded his mother not to cry.

"Alas......" The middle-aged literati sighed, walked to the side and stretched out his hands, and the butterfly dance threw herself into his arms to feel the warmth of eight years of farewell, and the cry gradually turned into a sob.

"Mother Qian, go to Mother Wang to get the deed of sale for Butterfly Dance," Liu Jian turned his head and ordered, and an old mother wiped her tears and trotted away.

"Several, since my daughter has been found, please rest in the house, and wait to help her recover her freedom and return her household registration. ”

"What Brother Chun said is exact," Bu Chaosheng's face was also full of emotion, looking at the warmth and coldness of people, but it couldn't compete with the feelings of the scene in front of him. "Brother Wen asked me to be a witness, and tomorrow I will be a friend of Wen. After eight years of grievances, thousands of miles of relatives were finally reunited. Brother Wen, this is a good thing, don't cry to spoil everyone's interest. ”

"What Brother Bu said is," the middle-aged scholar surnamed Wen also trembled a little in his words, and the daughter in his arms was crying sadly, and he couldn't help but moisten his eyes.

It was he who hurt this family of three. The eldest son was placed under house arrest for eight years, and the daughter stayed in this fireworks and dust land for eight years.

"Butterfly Dance?" Liu Jian laughed on the side, "What are you crying about, your parents are looking for you, this is a good thing and not a bad thing." ”

"Oh. Butterfly Dance's crying soon stopped, and Liu Jian's words were much more effective than his mother's brother's relief. The girl on the side handed over a few handkerchiefs and asked her to wipe her white and beautiful little face.

"Please!" Liu Jian turned around to lead, and a family of three followed him around Butterfly Dance, and followed with a smile as soon as the tide was heard, and the girl of Yingying Yanyan also continued to join in the fun.

There were no seats in the room, so Liu Jian beckoned the middle-aged literati and Bu Chaosheng to sit down on the bunk, and said with a smile as soon as he opened his mouth: "Let's say it first, the rules of the Qinglou can't be broken, since you are here to redeem yourself, then please prepare the silver." ”

Wen understood, "When her daughter found it, this middle-aged literati with extraordinary bearing also had some joy on his face, and hugged his fist at Liu Jian. "This little brother can be in charge of such a big family business at a young age, but he can be described as a young man, can you tell Wen a certain name, and I can also record the little brother's feelings today. ”

Young man, the master and your daughter are still childhood sweethearts, sleeping in the shop!

"Mr. Wen didn't tell him his name, but asked me first," Liu Jian snorted lightly, "I'll wait for the people in the market, and the cheap name won't stain the ears of Mr." ”

"It's my negligence," the middle-aged literati smiled, his face was ashamed, Fang Cai did despise it in his heart, but at this time, he glanced at Liu Jian. "My surname is Jiang, my name is Shujin, and I am currently serving in the DPRK. I don't know the name of the little brother. ”

Liu Jian shook his head and smiled, and returned the paperwork brocade salute, "Disrespectful, it is actually for the lord of the court, I don't mention my name, and the common name is not in the ears of gentlemen." ”

"How can there be such a reason," Bu Chaosheng sat behind Wen Wenjin, but at this moment he seemed to be a host, pointing at Liu Jian and began to teach: "How can it be said that the name is given to the parents, how can it be said that it is unbearable! Your name is Xiaochunzi! If you don't say it, I'll say it for you, what's so embarrassing!"

The girls in the room laughed softly, but the brocade was happy, and Butterfly Dance sneered a few times, which gradually enlivened the atmosphere of Fang Cai.

"I have no father or mother since I was a child, and this name was given by the shopkeeper of Fengmanlou," Liu Jian didn't care, anyway, he didn't call himself Wang Chun.

"Brother Wen, do you know, this little Chunzi had the name of a prodigy in his early years, he sang a good poem, stroked a good piano, and wrote a good hand. ”

Bu Chaosheng praised Liu Jianlai and spared no effort, but these words were a little awkward in Liu Jian's ears. The song is so wet, how many years ago have passed, and I can't help but sigh when I think of this - this is the "Forging Jade Jue" that died.

"I still have a handwritten painting of him hanging in my house, which is the "Willow Shade" that I once sent to you. ”

"But that one, the mountain road winds back and forth, and there will be a time when the willows and flowers will be bright!"

"Ahem, I also have a pen name, uh, font name!" Liu Jian coughed calmly, trying to bring the topic back, but it was obvious that his efforts were in vain. He is not interested in plagiarizing poetry today, isn't the sound of the tide of Meibu adding to his blockage......

"Mr. is talented, Wen has the eyes to not know Mount Tai!"

"Mr. Wen is polite, but he doesn't dare to be called a gentleman. ”

Liu Jian glanced out the window, and the old mother who went to get the deed of sale hadn't come back yet. "I'm just idle and having fun, and it's hard to get into the elegant hall. Mr. is a capable minister who rules the world, and he is a chaotic ...... You can't mess with what Mr. is doing, praising me like this, won't it make the kid float to the sky......"

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, and couldn't help admiring my wit, Nima, fortunately, there is no Romance of the Three Kingdoms in this world, otherwise I would be in danger of losing my head if I directly came up with a sentence of the heroes of the troubled times?

Liu Jian's words are in the heart of the Chinese book, in other words, this horse fart is just right. He can't do anything wrong, which is a tribute to his uprightness and eight years of fighting against the forces of evil.

And that sentence of the capable minister who rules the world, which Qing official does not love fame? Everyone in the world is greedy, some people love money, and some people love fame.

The clerk brocade passed the award, and Bu Chaosheng laughed lightly on the side, and the three of them conducted an in-depth academic exploration of ancient Chinese poetry and culture. The girls around were so addicted that they couldn't understand a few words anyway, but they just looked at the compliments of the three of them, and sighed in their hearts:

Brother Chun is really an unborn talent, and he can get along with the big officials from the capital!

Liu Jian opened his heart while chatting, and squeezed out a belly of ink with two middle-aged literati who were older than him in the two lives combined, from 'the journey of the avenue is also the world for the public', to 'the humble dare to forget the country', and then to Liu Xia Hui to sit still, Ximen Qing vs. Pan Jinlian, and the end is Botong ancient and modern, knowledgeable......

The more Wen Jin chatted, the brighter his eyes became, and in the end he almost ate Liu Jian raw. Liu Jian laughed and talked nonsense, and finally moved out of the 'Tao Ke Dao Extraordinary Dao', which shocked the two literati in the world beyond words.

Bu Chaosheng was quite regretful in his words, and still wanted to persuade Liu Jian to leave this land of fireworks. Liu Jian was grateful in his heart, and he had met this Mr. Langmei a few times, but he always wanted to 'redeem himself' for himself, of course, this personal habit problem that excludes the sound of the tide......

And the clerk brocade also has such a meaning, even stronger than the sound of the tide, and even showed the black gauze hat of his official residence, saying that he wanted to accept him as a disciple.

Liu Jian, who didn't have much research on the official positions in the DPRK and China, groaned, but he also knew that this squire didn't seem to be a petty official, but thinking about his dream of fighting the sword in the world, he still hesitated and declined.

"Okay, since the eight characters are matched, and there is a jade pendant as proof, Mr. Wen can get his daughter back after paying the ransom. ”

Liu Jian pinched the pieces of tissue paper in his hand, and didn't look at Butterfly Dance's somewhat pale little face, the sourness at the corner of his mouth was vague and inexplicable, but it was difficult for outsiders to read.

"There are five thousand taels of silver tickets here, which should be used as a thank you gift. Wen Jin took out a stack of silver tickets from his sleeve and bought back the contracts. But Mr. Wen said: "I have a thousand taels of real gold rewarded by my emperor, I don't know if I can buy Mr. Xiao to be my subordinate." ”

Liu Jian was slightly stunned, looked at the Butterfly Dance who was full of anticipation, and almost nodded in agreement, but the moment of nodding was slightly shaken. "If you live in a temple, you will worry about its people, and if you are far away from the rivers and lakes, you will worry about its king. Koharuko thanks Mr. Wen and Mr. Bu for their appreciation, but I don't want to leave Fengmanlou for the time being, I'm sorry. ”

After all, the dancing and writing in his heart can't compare to the sword, and the 'famous poems' he has made over the years are almost all plagiarized from the ancients of the original world. Only he knows how much ink is in his chest, and if he waits for a day to be plagiarized, the name of the so-called genius will no longer exist.

"Alas, it's a pity. ”

"It's a pity, it's a pity that the jade is covered with dust, which is really a regret in this life. ”

Liu Jian couldn't help but be happy, feeling that these two people also take it as their responsibility to teach the backwards, and their spirit is commendable......

The hurried farewell brought blank stares to each other, because Wen Wenjin's family had only two guards and wanted to rush to the post station fifty miles away before dark.

He didn't say a word to Butterfly Dance from beginning to end, because he was afraid that if he talked too much, she would be reluctant to leave, and he didn't know what to say to her.

Must you be happy in the future?

What kind of is this.

Watching her board the carriage with two horses driving side by side, the tearful gaze in his eyes when he turned back made his heart feel a little empty.

Ran back to the side yard and climbed over the courtyard wall, running through the streets and alleys, walking on the narrow wall of the eaves as if walking on the ground.

When he climbed the walls of the northern castle overgrown with Asakusa, and watched the carriage come from the city, go out of the city, and finally disappear at the edge of the horizon, his heart was inexplicably wrenched.

"The empty mountain is drunk and the rain falls, and the most unforgettable thing is the youthful love. ”

Zhang Qing didn't know when he stood aside with his hands behind his back, his eyes were deep, and his words were a little sighing.

"It's your ......"

"It's not. ”

"Hmm," Liu Jian sighed softly, the internal breath in his body worked, and his mind gradually calmed down.

In the carriage that left, Diewu suddenly hugged her mother and cried silently, her body trembled, and the three of them hurriedly comforted her, but they never turned back.

Wen Jin was a little clear in his heart, and was just about to say whether to go back to the city to stay for a few more days, when he heard the guard who was driving the car say something outside.

"My lord, there is a large group of people in front of us, shall we give way. ”

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