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To be honest.

Xiao Ping'an's eyes were a little rude.

But.

Zhang Yutong just frowned.

He didn't say anything.

It's not against the law to look.

You can't just stab him to death with a sword just because his eyes are not honest.

"Meet the old lady."

Zhang Yutong stepped forward and bowed.

"Good boy, come here, let me take a good look."

The old lady waved kindly.

Zhang Yutong walked over and squatted down.

Rubbing Zhang Yutong's little head.

The old lady said emotionally: "In a blink of an eye, twelve years have passed. At that time, you were only eleven years old, so small, but now you have grown taller than me, and you have become the first of the younger generation of Taoism. It's really amazing. Yutong."

"Old lady, thank you for the compliment."

Zhang Yutong said modestly.

"Come, this is Ping'an, my eighth son. You met him when you were young. Do you remember him?"

The old lady pulled Xiao Ping'an beside her and looked at Zhang Yutong and said.

Of course I remember.

A little hooligan when he was young, the most dandy in Beijing when he grew up...

Although the two had only met once when they were young, Zhang Yutong's father and Xiao Zhan were fellow apprentices.

When she was eleven years old, she followed her father to visit the Xiao family.

At that time, Xiao Ping'an was seven years old, but he was already a devil.

He often bullied her.

Until she slapped him, he was honest.

After Xiao Ping'an was beaten.

He went directly to his father to complain.

He wanted his father to do justice for him.

Cut off Zhang Yutong's head.

For this.

Zhang Yutong was severely punished by his father.

"Yutong, how can you bully your brother? He is still a child."

At that time.

Zhang Yutong was wronged.

She hated Xiao Pingan so much in her heart. This was the first time she suffered such a loss.

She said unconvincedly: "He is a child, and I am still a baby!"

...

"I don't have any impression."

The past events emerged in her mind, and Zhang Yutong smiled and shook her head.

So, women are hypocritical and say one thing and mean another.

"You have only met once, so it is normal that you have no impression... Pingan, do you still have an impression of Yutong?"

"I don't have any impression either."

Xiao Pingan said.

He really has no impression.

Zhang Yutong was lying.

"Yutong, this is my ninth sister. When you came to the Xiao family, she was only six years old and still had a runny nose!"

"Mom~"

Xiao Rong stamped her feet.

She said unwillingly.

How can you tell my embarrassing childhood stories in public? Don't I have any face?

"Hahaha."

The old lady laughed: "You young people, have a good exchange. Yutong, this time you come to Beijing, you will live in Xiao's house!"

"Okay."

"Yutong, how long have you not been to Beijing?"

"It's been twelve years."

"It seems that you have not been to Beijing since the last time you came to my Xiao's house. In this way, let Ping An take you for a walk."

The old lady said kindly.

"Okay."

Zhang Yutong didn't think much about it and nodded in agreement.

"I'll go too, I'll go too."

Xiao Rong, who loves the hustle and bustle, said immediately.

"What are you going to do? Have you finished your needlework? Have you finished your gambling?"

"Mom, you never asked me to do these things."

"I asked you today."

Xiao Rong: "..."

Mom, you have changed today.

I don't recognize you anymore.

You must have been replaced by the Painted Skin Ghost.

...

Zhang Yutong glanced at Xiao Pingan, seemed to understand something, and smiled: "Old lady, let the ninth sister go too."

"Okay then." The old lady sighed in her heart, and said to Xiao Rong with a stern face: "Don't cause trouble when you go out with your brother and Yutong."

"Mom, you know, I never cause trouble. It's my brother who often causes trouble."

"Nonsense, your brother was young and frivolous, now he has become a good person."

"Oh."

Xiao Rong said sullenly.

She felt that her mother favored boys over girls...

"Pingan, take Yutong and have a good time."

"Okay."

The four people went out.

The happiest person was not Zhang Yutong.

But Qingyue.

The second one was Xiao Rong.

On the bustling street.

Xiao Rong and Qingxin, one big and one small girl, walked around the stalls hand in hand like sisters.

Especially Qingxin.

It's like being hungry for 500 years.

When I see food, I put it in my mouth.

I swallow the delicious food and spit out the unpalatable food.

My foodie attribute is fully exposed....

Fortunately, Duke Xiao's Mansion was not short of money. Xiao Rong, who was standing by, paid the bill. She was actually a foodie, after all, she was a warrior! She had a big appetite, although she was tired of the food in the capital.

However, seeing Qingxin eating so happily.

She also became greedy.

She kept eating.

Xiao Ping'an and Zhang Yutong walked behind the two women.

"Miss Zhang, why are you here in the capital this time?"

Xiao Ping'an looked at Zhang Yutong and asked curiously.

"It's about building the Taoist temple of Tianshi Mansion! His Majesty has allocated a piece of land to our Tianshi Mansion on West Street in the capital. Let us build the Taoist temple."

"What does he want?"

"He should want to please our Taoist sect."

"Oh."

This matter seems to have nothing to do with me.

Who cares what the Emperor Wu's purpose is!

"I heard that you were rejected???"

At the beginning of the chat, everything was fine. You were polite and I was graceful. However, Xiao Pingan did not expect that Zhang Yutong would suddenly say this.

Ah this? ? ? ? ?

Xiao Pingan's smile froze instantly.

Why is it that good news never goes out, but bad news spreads thousands of miles.

"How did you know?"

"I have a friend in Beijing. She wrote to me." Zhang Yutong blinked.

"Your friend is really gossipy." Xiao Pingan said with a fake smile.

"Is the gossip you are talking about some kind of formation?" Zhang Yutong blinked, a little puzzled, what is the connection between gossip and her friend.

"Ahem... No, by the way, do you know that there are two poems in Beijing that are very famous recently."

Xiao Pingan felt that he needed to improve his image in front of this Taoist master sister, otherwise, she would feel that he was a man no one wanted.

Men, hair can be broken.

But face must not be lost.

"No."

"Didn't your friend in Beijing say that in the letter?"

"No, I don't like poetry. After all, I am a Taoist, not a scholar."

Xiao Ping'an: "..."

"What's wrong with you? You suddenly stopped talking."

Zhang Yutong seemed to be a little confused as to why Xiao Ping'an suddenly became: silent, it was Cambridge tonight.

"I want to be quiet."

"Who is Jingjing?"

"You have too many questions."

...

At noon.

The four returned to the Xiao Mansion.

After a rich lunch.

The old lady called Xiao Ping'an to her.

"How is it? I have been with Zhang Yutong for a long time today. What is her impression of you?" The old lady smiled like an aunt.

"I don't think it's good."

"Why?"

"Maybe it's a stereotype."

"Didn't you tell her that you wrote two good poems, which were not only recognized by the philosophers and the world, but also praised by the ancient saints and masters?"

"Mom, I'm not the kind of man who likes to show off? How could I tell her about this? I'm not the ninth sister, who can't wait to let everyone in the capital know about it when I have a little achievement."

Xiao Ping'an said with a serious face.

"Alas, Xiao Ba, how can you be as upright as your father? I tell you, when pursuing a girl, you can't be too dull, you have to use some tricks."

"That won't work, mom, I'm an honest man." Xiao Ping'an said seriously.

...

The next day.

Early in the morning.

Xiao Ping'an was about to go out.

Suddenly.

He was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Good guy!

At some point, a large group of people blocked the door of the Xiao family.

Among these people, there are many familiar faces, including the young prince Zhang Jian, Ye Wudao from the Ye family, Hao Tong from Prime Minister Hao's family, and the fifth and seventh princesses.

In addition, there are many unfamiliar faces.

"Are you here to see me?"

Xiao Ping'an looked at the seventh princess and asked.

Among these people, the seventh princess is obviously the leader, and a group of people follow her lead.

The seventh princess Zhang Xue rolled her eyes at him.

Xiao Ping'an found that no one in this group of people paid attention to him.

Damn.

Ignore people.

I am a great talent?

Is this how you treat a great talent?

What else does Xiao Ping'an want to say.

Just then.

From behind him, a plain voice sounded: "They are here to see me."