The moon comes to take pictures

"After finishing this piece, go back and rest yourself." The old man Feng, who planted flowers, squatted on the ground to cut weeds. After a while, he didn't hear an answer: "Brother Yuan?"

"Whatever you think about, your soul is lost!" Old man Feng was over seventy years old, full of energy, and the sound of striking a sickle was like a bell.Yuan Junyu's soul was brought back by him, with half-covered eyes: "Old man, what day is it?"

"Oh, it's already February," old man Feng continued to cut the grass, with a smell of grass, and joked in his old voice, "Young man, why don't you go out more often, look outside, oh my god, it's so green. "

In the garden, old man Feng was the only one who was unscrupulous. After cutting the weeds, he still salivated with a smile, and asked him: "Oh, brother Yuan's eyes are dark, which Jiaojiao is he thinking of? Old man Feng has something wrong." Face, I will help you connect and build bridges..."

"What the younger generation thinks about is the Nine Heavens Xuannv, the God of Luoshui Mi, and the old uncle can also build a bridge?" Yuan Junyu rolled up his sleeves and sighed seriously.

"Here..." Old man Feng realized that the letter he secretly wrote to the old woman who sold sweet water in front of the Town God's Temple was written by this kid. He wrote it!Immediately jumped up, screaming: "Well, the old man has a heart, but he has become a pestilent!"

Yuan Junyu smiled slightly, his eyes were like peach blossoms: "Old uncle——"

Old man Feng grabbed the sickle angrily, and waved his hands while retreating: "Go away, hoe yourself!"

The sound of Dudu's footsteps dissipated, and there was silence again under the whitewashed wall.

It is true to say that all things are in spring, and the heart is flying. The smoky wind makes people more intoxicated. Yuan Junyu must have been confused. At this time, he was thinking of Ning Ruichen.

With ignorant eyebrows and eyes, he looked at him desolately, a kind of helplessness that wanted to please but had no way out.

If it was more miserable, what kind of color should he be?

Unknowingly, Yuan Junyu thought of that short note again, a sour drama, which said "Looking at Yingying, burning out the candle, and the incense disappearing". Think, who is greedy to watch, and why is it greedy?

In the hall of lovesickness, Yingying, who is far away from the sky and hates the sky, is steadfast and loyal.

He was taken aback for a moment, aware of a trace of unspeakable affection inside.

In a blink of an eye, it was the second day of the second lunar month, and all the people outside the Taiping Gate were going to the Jiangwang Temple for the temple fair.

Yuan Junyu was entrusted to buy some windmills pasted with colored paper from Jiangwangmiao.Before going out, he saw several Xifu crabapples in the Cardamom Pavilion blooming just in time, Ning Ruichen smiled and broke off a branch, insisting on sticking it in his ear, "Brother Yu, you go out like this, just in time for the occasion." His sleeve rubbed against his earlobe, itching indescribably.

"Brother Yu bought it, so I'll go to Lanquan Temple," Ning Ruichen instructed before leaving, "There are so many people in the temple fair, let's take this opportunity to burn incense."

He still remembered about Liu Jiao.

Nanzhili went to Songjiang Mansion, and the journey was not so far away. A few days later, a letter from Liu Jiao also arrived, saying that the man surnamed Zhang was a lover of theater, and that Liu Jiao sang "Si Fan" well and was praised by him. Became a guest.

Yuan Junyu hasn't checked Liu Jiao's "Si Fan" for a long time, but Chang Xi must have put some effort into it.Such a large Songjiang Chamber of Commerce cannot have Chang Xi's eyes and ears.In this way, you can rest assured.

Walking from Cardamom Pavilion all the way to Taiping Gate, there are mostly folk cars, horses and sedan chairs.Jiangwang Temple is located in the shadow of Zhongshan Mountain. It was almost dusk and the lights were still bright like day. Yuan Junyu passed through several fire show stalls, took out a few coins, and was wrapping the windmill back, when he suddenly bumped into One who didn't have long eyes, all of a sudden, the crabapple flowers fell, and a few windmill bones in his arms snapped and broke.

The road is so wide, it doesn't look like carelessness, it's just deliberately looking for trouble.Yuan Junyu frowned, picked up the Xifu Begonia: "There are many people, be careful."

After all, I want to leave.

The one who was looking for trouble was a burden-carrying peddler with an ordinary shabby bag on his shoulders. Seeing that he was about to leave, old friends held his arms together and said repeatedly: "My lord, don't rush away! Look, they are all good goods." !"

It happened that a carriage was coming, and the driver shouted loudly: "Get out of the way!"

Immediately, the crowd seemed to be embedded in a sharp knife, and broke through it with a bang. One side was bright and crowded, and the other side was covered by a few people in darkness.

"It's you." Yuan Junyu held on to the unlucky windmills tightly, managed to stabilize his figure, and took a closer look at the man's face with a little light, but was not surprised.

Chang Xi's domestic slave, because he is good at making plum wine, has his name changed to "Meizi" at will.

"It's been a long time," Chang Meizi tucked the bag under her elbow, "Mr. Yulang still remembers the villain."

Yuan Junyu was slightly displeased, but did not show it, with a cold face: "What's the matter?"

Chang Meizi was born with a distasteful face, with drooping eyebrows and eyes, she could almost hear the rattling of the bad water in her stomach.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for so long, it must be warm."

"It's the governor who allowed you to come here to waste my time with me?" Yuan Junyu turned slightly to avoid pedestrians, pretending to lower the price, and reached out to grab Chang Meizi's bag. I'll pick three of you."

Chang Meizi is probably also addicted to drama, so she immediately raised her eyebrows, refusing to give up any money: "This can't be done, this, this is a loss-making business!"

When the crowd passed, Chang Meizi had the face of a dead father again: "It's so unkind, it's not like you. Or... our Mr. Yulang really climbed the high branches like the rumors said?"

Hearing such frivolous words, Yuan Junyu's expression turned cold.

I have to say that Yuan Junyu's angry face was really bitingly cold, but Chang Meizi was not afraid of him, patted Yuan Junyu's chest, and stuffed in a letter that only the two of them could hear. The voice said: "I'm here, that's why - Jingcha is right under your nose, what the Dugong means is to invite Mr. Yulang back after the limelight."

He spoke so politely, as if Yuan Junyu was a guest in his guard eunuch's house.

go back?Yuan Junyu was stunned for a moment. In the past, he would agree without hesitation, but now, he felt untimely wavering.

"Go or stay, let's decide as soon as possible," he seemed to see Yuan Junyu's hesitation, and brushed off the corner of his clothes, "After all... time is running out."

The Zhongshan area is full of government offices in the old Beijing. The Nanzhili Garrison Office is also located here. Because it was left over from the founding of the country, it is quite ancient, simple and majestic, and majestic.

There was no one in the garrison hall for a long time, and it took a lot of effort to clean it up this time.Chang Xi waved for hot tea, and sitting on the seats were two servants of the Ministry of War, and a Nanjing Outer Garrison who looked like a decoration. He was almost seventy years old, and was just waiting to return to his hometown, so he was surrounded by both sides, looking kindly and not very friendly. Ideas, laughing and laughing in the audience, for a while boasting that the Ministry of War has always had great strategies, and for a while holding a handful of Chang Xi's official boots, with mud on both ends.

After all, they are the eyes and ears of the emperor. Chang Xi sat in the main seat, full of authority, and said a few words about Governor Cao Jiang, and then several other people expressed their opinions.

All the patrols and operations in the river have always been about smuggling of salt dealers in the Jianghuai area. Whether they kill or take them all depends on the situation of the people and the military at that time. After several people from the Ministry of War sent out their opinions, Chang Xi ordered a few people to be the main force in catching bandits in Caojiang this year. .

After the discussion, the atmosphere was still tense. After all, they were "scholars" and "eunuchs", so they were not a stream of water. Moreover, they were in the middle of the Jingchao, and they were most afraid of something dirty on their interview form.Chang Xi and Jingli got through the air, and now he was relieved, and he was even more afraid that the world would not be chaotic. He sent a message, left a few people to have a light meal, and watched the wonderful and different faces, and it was considered to be parted.

The Jingcha in Dinghai this year was not as miserable as imagined. It is probably because Nanzhili is tense from top to bottom. "Impetuous", if the cabinet votes again, it will be easy to be dethroned.

As soon as the members of the Ministry of War left, Chang Xi was in high spirits and went back to his garden, where he was changed by two handsome boys. After a while, a little eunuch outside announced: "Duke, thank you boss from Songjiang for presenting the Huating There are several urns of cooked wine."

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