Lao Gong always does not do his job properly

The streets are bustling and noisy, the alleys are full of children playing, and there is a row of green willows beside the moat, with thin willow branches swaying in the wind.

Juan Niang stood under the tree, looking at the man opposite her with a smile, her eyes were filled with the shyness of a young girl.

I saw the man in a blue long gown, with a handsome face, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and an ordinary folding fan in his hand.

Juan Niang was a little shy, and she spoke with the gentleness of a Jiangnan woman, "Feng Sheng, I will throw hydrangea in the attic tomorrow, you must come."

"But……"

Feng Sheng hesitated to speak.

Junniang knew what he was thinking about. Feng Sheng's family was poor and he was just a poor scholar.

And her family is well-off, and she grew up being held in the palm of her hand since she was a child.

Therefore, when she said that she wanted to marry Feng Sheng, her parents were not optimistic, and even her elder brother deliberately blocked her, trying to dispel her idea.

In order to be with Feng Sheng, she even disregarded her parents' objections, absurdly proposing to throw a hydrangea ball to find relatives.

As long as Feng Sheng snatches the hydrangea she threw, no matter how unwilling the parents are, they will not regret the marriage in public.

Juan Niang glanced at him in a panic, and said eagerly: "Daddy is the best way to save face. If you grab the hydrangea tomorrow, in front of many people, Daddy will definitely not back down. Then you and I can be together for a long time." Together."

"Miss, it's getting late, we should go back."

The servant girl next to her reminded, "If you go back late, Madam will definitely be suspicious again."

Juan Niang's eyes fluttered, she looked at Feng Sheng reluctantly, she wanted to cry, her words were full of expectations, and she asked softly, "Will you come tomorrow?"

Feng Sheng's heart softened, and he couldn't bear to let her down, so he clasped his hands together, "Feng Sheng, how can he be so favored by the young lady, tomorrow Feng Sheng will definitely go to the appointment with the young lady today."

Niang Jun smiled slightly when she heard it, "That's good."

Then he murmured again: "That's good."

The maid next to her urged again, "Miss, it's really time to go."

Junniang left happily, but Feng Sheng frowned a little, he didn't know if he could really attend the appointment tomorrow, and whether he could live up to Junniang's deep affection for him.

The conversation between the two fell into Lu Ling's ears.

This scene is really exactly the same as what he dreamed in his dream.

Seeing Feng Sheng leave in a daze, Lu Ling got up from the corner, patted his dirty clothes, and followed.

Passing through the bustling market, Lu Ling followed Feng Sheng to a thatched hut, and was about to step up to inquire, when he saw a man dressed in brocade clothes, leading a group of servants, walking past him aggressively, Go straight to Feng Sheng.

Lu Ling quietly hid not far away. Now he has become an inconspicuous beggar in his soul transmigration, which is convenient for him to inquire.

After watching the previous scene, Lu Ling was also very curious. Feng Sheng was also interested in Junniang. What was the reason why Feng Sheng chose to back down overnight and choose to hurt Junniang.

Could it be related to the man in front of him who looks like a rich man?

Lu Ling approached quietly, taking advantage of the inconspicuous advantage, and took advantage of the opportunity to hide in the grass at the front. He saw the servant holding a stick in his hand, pointing at Feng Sheng and said to the man, "Master, he is Feng Sheng."

The man glanced at Feng Sheng contemptuously, his eyes filled with disdain, pointed at Feng Sheng's chest, and slapped Feng Sheng unceremoniously in his words, "Just a poor scholar with nothing to lose, dare to dream of marrying my sister .”

"Are you worthy?"

"I don't even look at how poor you are, can you support my spoiled and spoiled younger sister?"

A servant cooperated with his young master very dog-leggedly, making fun of him unceremoniously, and his tone was full of meanness, "He is not worthy of being a young lady!"

Another servant also echoed: "With him like this, he is not even worthy of serving our young lady's feet."

As a scholar, facing everyone's insults, Feng Sheng showed embarrassment, but kept silent.

"If you are sensible, stay away from my sister."

The man snorted coldly, pushed Feng Sheng to the ground, then straddled Feng Sheng, pinched his chin, and said arrogantly: "My father said, if my sister insists on marrying you, Then break off with her."

"Presumably you can't bear to watch my sister and you live a miserable life without a next meal!"

Nature can't bear it.

Juan Niang is so good, she should be held in the palm of someone's hand and hurt, instead of suffering with him.

Feng Sheng closed his eyes in pain, and asked with a bit of bitterness in his voice: "What does the eldest son want me to do?"

"Tomorrow, you still go to the appointment."

The man's words made Feng Sheng open his eyes, his eyes were full of disbelief, but the man's next words sent him back to the pain.

"I want you to publicly say that you don't want to marry my sister after you pick up my sister's hydrangea, so that she will give up her heart."

Compassion emanated from his heart and swept his whole body. Feng Sheng closed his eyes again, his voice hoarse and bitter, "Okay."

"You'd better let my sister die, otherwise she will be the one who suffers in the end."

After the man finished his last sentence, he led everyone away in a mighty way.

After confirming that everyone would not leave and return, Lu Ling walked out from the grass beside him.

Seeing Feng Sheng lying on the ground in despair, Lu Ling frowned and asked, "Are you sure you want to do what he said?"

Feng Sheng was silent.

"You are not afraid. If you do this, will Junniang lose her life?"

"Will not."

Feng Sheng stood up, patted the dirt on his clothes, and said firmly: "Junniang is a very filial person, she will never abandon her parents for me, nor will she abandon her life for nothing. "

"Are you that sure?"

Feng Sheng was silent again.

Lu Ling shook his head, and asked again: "You don't want to know, is Junniang willing to share weal and woe with you?"

Feng Sheng's eyes were empty, and his voice was helpless and lonely. "I know that Juan Niang is willing, but I can't let her cut off contact with her family for my own sake."

Lu Ling stared at Feng Sheng, and for a moment, he felt a little worthless for Junniang.

"Then do you love her?"

Feng Sheng was stunned for a moment, and Lu Ling asked again: "Ask yourself, do you love her?"

Now Feng Sheng didn't hesitate, and replied decisively: "I love her."

Lu Ling asked again: "Then will you do that again tomorrow?"

Feng Sheng smiled, but did not answer.

He likes Niang Juan, and Niang Juan likes him too, but they are not in the right family, he is not good enough for Niang Juan.

Lu Ling was almost pissed off by him, and she didn't know what Juanniang liked about this nerd.

Lu Ling turned around, took a deep breath, resisted the urge to hit someone, and after a while, he said angrily: "Do you know that if you do this, Mother Juan will really lose her because of it?" Killed."

However, Feng Sheng didn't hear this sentence, because when Lu Ling turned around and got angry, he had already walked away.

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Unable to persuade Feng Sheng, Lu Ling had no choice but to find the maid next to Juanniang, hoping to make a breakthrough on Juanniang's side.

Although Zhai Xuanmu had repeatedly explained it before, he still wanted to give it a try and try to change the ending.

However, it wasn't until after meeting Junniang and after Lu Ling had said a lot, Junniang just smiled slightly and said to him, "It's not Fengsheng who doesn't marry in this life", that he deeply understood what Zhai Dinghai said. In a word, the ending is something he can't change.

"Hey."

Lu Ling sighed, it seems that he can only experience the scene in the dream once.

He didn't want to see Juan Niang fall in front of him, but it seemed like he couldn't avoid it.

After staying in the ruined temple all night, Lu Ling still ushered in the dawn of the second day.

The story of the Xie Mansion throwing a hydrangea ball to beg for marriage has long been spread, and when Lu Ling arrived, there were already many people gathered around the Xie Mansion's attic.

Lu Ling squeezed into the crowd, and saw Feng Sheng still in a blue gown, standing at the front of the crowd.

Looking up, Niang Jun was wearing a bright red wedding dress, holding a delicate red hydrangea in her hand, looking at Feng Sheng's position with a smile on her face, she threw the hydrangea down.

If the hydrangea hadn't fallen into Feng Sheng's arms, then Niang Jun wouldn't be too concerned about it!

Thinking about it, Lu Ling made the first decision as soon as he moved. He wanted to grab the hydrangea.

However, he underestimated this group of spectators, the crowd suddenly became restless, and Lu Ling was squeezed out.

When he squeezed into the crowd again, the hydrangea had landed firmly in Feng Sheng's arms.

Lu Ling felt sad for a while, and sighed secretly, it was broken, and tragedy was about to happen, but there was nothing he could do.

Lu Ling watched, the next direction happened exactly the same as in the dream.

Feng Sheng left in a hurry, and the crowd was noisy.

The emotion in Juanniang's eyes is unclear, but Lu Ling knows that the next step is that Juanniang will fall from the building.

Niang Juan shouted back the crowd and left, only Lu Ling was still standing there, but Niang Jun raised her legs over the railing as if she couldn't see him, and landed straight on the ground.

The word "don't" was stuck in his throat, and Lu Ling hadn't had time to shout out.

With a "bang", the person who was originally full of joy just lay down in front of Lu Ling with blood splattered.

Lu Ling turned his eyes away, but saw Feng Sheng go and come back, three steps at a time, ran to Junniang, and hugged her in his arms.

"How could this be?"

"Junniang, wake up."

"Wake up!"

"It's my fault. I shouldn't treat you like this. Can you wake up?"

Seeing Feng Sheng shaking Junniang's body non-stop, his words were full of remorse.

Lu Ling calmly narrated the facts, "She is dead."

Feng Sheng stroked Junniang's face, and said gently over and over again: "No, Juanniang just fell asleep."

Feng Sheng's eyes were red, and he roared at Lu Ling, "She won't die."

"It won't die."

"It won't die."

Feng Sheng kept repeating this sentence, staggered, and ran away like crazy.

Lu Ling chased after him, but Feng Sheng ran fast, and by the time he caught up, Feng Sheng had already thrown himself into the river.

If I knew this earlier, why did I do it in the first place!

Feeling inexplicably sad, Lu Ling pressed the phone model hanging on his chest, and said only one sentence: "Zhai Xuanmu, I want to go back."