Xi Shijing

Just after Qingming, the sun just came out, and the sky was sunny and warm.When the weather is sunny and warm, there are many churches everywhere, and the theater troupe comes alive.As soon as the singing is active, there is a joyous atmosphere in the city, and the black and silted ones are smashed by gongs and cymbals, so there is no need to mention it.

Qiao Weixian also came to life now: the weather is fine, the boat will be fast, and as soon as the boat is fast, his money will be returned.He was writing a letter in his study, and when he thought of this, he suddenly laughed.Yuan Ji hugged the cat by the window—he was going to sleep today, and at the same time, he was entrusted by Sergeant Feng to attend a church meeting for him.Unfortunately, Qiao Weixian was also invited, and the two met and went to the hall in a short time.Hearing Qiao Weixian's smile, he said to the cat, "Look at what your brother is so silly about?"

Qiao Weixian's letter paused, his eyes looked over, and the ink dripped down the tip of the pen, dotting the end of the letter: Yuan Ji looks very decent in this dress, with a snow-green long coat and a white collar that stands upright.Yuan Ji was not used to wearing such a collar, so his chin was raised slightly, which made him appear domineering.

"Who is its brother?" Qiao Weixian read the letter together, and in the midst of his busy schedule, separated himself from the cat: "Clean up the cat's fur on your body, order the car, and get ready to go."

Yuan Ji then opened the door, let the cat out, moved the roller brush on the cabinet left and right, and said with a smile, "You are not its brother, you are my brother!"

Qiao Weixian put the letter into a envelope, stamped it with his own seal, and put it on his chest: "I'm not your brother either!"

The organizer of this meeting is a newly promoted dignitary in Cicheng.This young master became rich suddenly because of his gold speculation business, and he didn't know what to do for a while. The east side of the house is a round pavilion with square windows, bridges and flowing water, and the west side is a marble painted column.

Qiao Weixian's current status is not comparable to Yuan Ji who pretends to be Huwei, so he follows Yuan Ji, watching him and talking with others.The back of Yuan Ji's neck was shaved clean, his head was lowered, and he looked simple and docile. However, after a lot of experience in the police station, the tendons under the long coat were stretched out again.

Fortunately, the servant greeted him, otherwise Qiao Weixian would be so dazed sitting here that he wouldn't know how to move.

"The two of you are going to the East Liyuan—"

Qiao Weixian listened to the greeting, and Yuanji whispered in his ear: "This guy runs it, there are two shows in one family, opposite stage!"

Qiao Weixian didn't take it seriously, and said a sentence that was put back in the past, and he wanted to laugh his teeth out: "It's a good time to be rich."

Yuan Ji was also happy: "The words are good, but why do they sound sour?"

Qiao Weixian snorted, moved away from the stage, and heard the intermittent sound on the stage, as if it was Nanyang Pass, and felt bored.The two had a good understanding, one raised his head, and the other lowered his head, looking into his eyes and said: "Why don't you go around and see how the garden is laid out, right? Immortal?"

In this sentence, Qiao Weixian didn't know which word he liked to hear, and raised his eyebrows: "You pushed me."

The flowing water courtyard is brand new, and the landscaping is fairly exquisite, with small stones paving the road and weeping willows planted by the pool.The guests scattered around, and each sought shelter in the shade of willows.

Qiao Weixian looked around: "Extravagant. If the money is given to me..." Stop talking.

Yuan Ji lowered his head, not quite understanding: "Hey, let me ask you, how come the more you do business, the more you are short of money?"

Qiao Weixian raised one hand, his index finger touched his temple, and the breeze blew on his face, making him feel weak with Yuan Ji: "Who knows? I'm useless. I used to boast to you, but now I can't do it. What do you do?"

Yuan Ji looked at it for a long time, and finally squatted down, and grabbed Qiao Weixian's hand, and he had a solid plan: "Then—then I won't do it. I didn't expect you to make money. If it's not possible, why bother? Don't do it." That's it! I won't tire you."

Unexpectedly, when the words fell, Qiao Weixian slapped Yuan Ji's mouth suddenly, and laughed angrily: "Your grandma! You don't count on me? I'm exhausted... You must count on me! Damn it, I will pay back the account in a few days, you can hope for something better!"

Only then did Yuan Ji realize that he was posturing, wiped his mouth, relaxed his eyebrows, and smirked.

Qiao Weixian sighed: "The letter I wrote before I left the house was for Old Qian. I told him to settle down and not come back to serve me." At this point, Qiao Weixian leaned back a little: "It should have been with the letter I sent him a good sum, but now it’s really hard to talk about extravagance, and I feel guilty."

Yuan Ji stood up, raised his hand and patted Qiao Weixian's shoulder: "I don't care about old money. I will be rich in the future. How much did you plan to give him today? Just give him two shares, and count my share as well." .”

Qiao Weixian leaned back into Yuan Ji's arm, and said casually, "You have such a deep relationship with him?"

Yuan Ji grinned, and squeezed Qiao Weixian's shoulder: "Old Qian watched you grow up, I'm worshiping you!"

Qiao Weixian's hand leaned on the wheelchair and slipped accidentally.He recalled it, and half covered his face: "What nonsense are you talking about in the courtyard? My high hall is long gone, who will take you to worship?"

Yuan Ji still smiled: "Who knows the place, that's who. I heard from Lao Qian that it's in Mount Taifu?"

It's just that he smiled and smiled, but in the end his expression gradually straightened, and he stood where he was, rarely embarrassed.The hem of his clothes was stirred by the wind: "Take me there. I'll go beg the second elder and entrust my son to me..."

The messenger searched for a long time in the flowing water garden, and finally found the two people in the cornice pavilion.Thinking of the wind blowing the willows in the pond and the spring, the two of them should have turned red when they saw the messenger after the spring breeze blew.

The sender listened to the words and expressions, and listened to Qiao Weixian's side: "There is a person outside who says he is Yan Zichou's subordinate and wants to see you."

Pu Xueying wished she could consecrate Lingluo girl to the shrine.

When he woke up today, Feng Yongzhan was lying on the bed, soundly asleep.This posture is the same as he was under Pu Xueying last night: he was sweating profusely last night, facing Pu Xueying, at first swallowed up the mountains and rivers, screamed like a tsunami, and finally lost the strength to curse, just fell asleep like this.

When the servant knocked on the door in the morning, there were two glasses of water on the tray.One cup was for Pu Xueying, and the other cup was naturally for Feng Yongzhan to soothe his throat after hearing the tragedy of last night.

Pu Xueying smiled knowingly, scolded the servant in Nanbang language for being so clever, then tiptoed out of the room to have breakfast—he was really hungry after working all night.

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Gods and Buddhas, gold, breakfast, Feng Yongzhan.Since Pu Xueying moved to Lampang, this is the first time she feels that this place is attractive.The servant handed over bread wrapped in sauce and a newspaper along the way.Pu Xueying fastened the napkin, held the newspaper, feeling quite emotional in her heart, and couldn't help reading the newspaper: "The war is tight, and gold is getting harder and harder to buy... Ha! Haha!"

This matter is close in front of his eyes, but it seems to be far away in the sky, he doesn't care anymore: "It's all boring."

The noodles are very good, and the white pepper inside is spicy and delicious.He pried open Feng Yongzhan's chin last night, and kissed Feng Yongzhan until he fainted.Feng Yongzhan panted heavily, and licked his tongue in a daze: "Fuck, fuck you... um!"

Pu Xueying's eighteen generations of ancestors survived that night: Feng Yongzhan couldn't swear a single sentence.

He turned over a few pages of the newspaper, and the servant looked at it. Just as he put down the sauce bottle, he heard a clang, and raised his eyes again: Pu Xueying's teacup had tipped over.

In Zalunwang's daily newspaper, the important news is written in black and bold, which can be seen at a glance.

Two blocks away, a man died.The servant reached out to lift the cup up, but saw Feng Yongzhan flattened the newspaper and pressed a line of words with his fingers.

The deceased lived alone, and when the landlord found the body, it was still warm.The photo of this person was published, but Pu Xueying did not know him.However, in the pocket of his coat, a piece of paper with a light green background fell out of the newspaper.