Ningbing?
Xia Jingyun's memory was suddenly brought back to that night at Yicui Tower in Jiang'an County. He was in the Linhuayuan, tasting rouge tears, getting drunk on the beauty of each other, and shouting that life will grow and hate water will grow east. Before that, he seemed to have been touched by this The oiran from Zhongjing City was driven out of the tea circle in Green Bamboo Courtyard.
I didn't expect that things would be so coincidental that we could meet here.
Qin Sichao also breathed a sigh of relief, "Let me tell you, everyone in Beijing has said that you are old friends. I thought I invited the wrong person today!"
Xia Jingyun smiled and said, "Although we are not old friends, we do have some stories."
"We have some old friendships, how can we not count them as old friends!"
Mainly because I didn’t pay it.
Xia Jingyun muttered in his heart and smiled at the helpless woman standing by, "Miss Ningbing, please sit down."
Ning Bing was very humble and sensible, "How can I dare to sit with the two young masters at the same table as my Puliu family? If the two young masters don't dislike it, Ning Bing is willing to wait on me."
Qin Sichao sighed softly and looked at Xia Jingyun, "Actually, I have learned that back in Jiang'an City, Miss Ning Bing had abandoned you before you had made a name for yourself. The original intention of inviting her here today was to humiliate you and help Gao Yang. A bad breath."
Ning Bing's expression changed and she lowered her head sadly.
Qin Sichao added: "But at this moment, I feel that there is no need to overstep my authority. Gao Yang please do whatever you want."
"Brother Qin took so much trouble, Gao Yang was flattered."
Xia Jingyun first bowed his hands to Qin Sichao with a look of emotion on his face, then looked at Ning Bing and said: "As for Miss Ning Bing, the past is in the past. What's more, I don't think you were at fault for what happened that day, so you don't need to care about it. Since Now that we’re here, let’s have a few drinks together.”
Ning Bing raised her head with a complicated expression, looking at the handsome face that she had missed before, and the calm demeanor on him at the moment, feeling both regretful and grateful, and bowed deeply, "Thank you, sir."
Qin Sichao didn't refuse, and the flower girl accompanied him for drinks. People like him have experienced a lot.
"Wait a minute." Xia Jingyun suddenly looked at Qin Sichao, "Brother Qin, will you pay her money?"
Qin Sichao laughed dumbly and glanced at him with resentment.
Red sleeves were drinking wine, talking and laughing, and chatting about some interesting stories about Beijing.
The meal was eaten simply and plainly.
Just like Qin Sichao, he is as plain as water, but his temperament is meaningful and long-lasting.
"Thank you Gao Yang for your favor. After today, you and I will be considered acquaintances. There is a long way to go in Beijing, and we are waiting for you to show your great achievements in Chunwei High School!"
Qin Sichao picked up the last glass of wine and spoke with a smile.
Xia Jingyun raised his wine glass and said, "Thank you, Brother Qin, for your kindness. No matter whether you win or not, there will be a drink. I hope Brother Qin will appreciate you."
"It's a deal!"
"It's a deal!"
After getting up and walking out, Xia Jingyun suddenly looked at Ning Bing behind him, "How can Miss Ning Bing go back?"
"The store has its own carriage to deliver the goods."
Xia Jingyun said: "I'll give it to you."
A smile appeared on Qin Sichao's face, "Then I'll go ahead and say goodbye."
After Qin Sichao left, Xia Jingyun and Ning Bing got on the carriage. Chen Fugui asked the original coachman to go back first, and he acted as the coachman himself.
In the carriage, Xia Jingyun looked at Miss Ning Bing, who was sitting solemnly opposite him, and chuckled: "Young Master Qin must feel that I am sending you back to fulfill your long-cherished wish."
Ning Bing's face turned red after drinking a few glasses of wine, and her eyes were as charming as silk, "Do you want to do that, Mr. Xia?"
"I don't want to, but I don't want to either."
Xia Jingyun ignored the temptation in front of him and said calmly: "Wanting is a man's instinct and respect for your beauty. But not wanting is because it is not my long-cherished wish."
He looked into Ning Bing's eyes, "I guess you don't have a younger brother who is still in school, nor a father who is seriously ill in bed, right? How did you get into the building in the first place?"
Ning Bing was a little surprised at the change of topic, but she still answered: "My childhood memories are already very blurry. I guess I was sold into the house when I was very young. I first worked as a maid for the girl in the building, so I could have free time." So I went to learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and then when I got older, I took on guests by myself."
"Although people have different fates and encounters, they are all equal in personality. Except for the emperor who is born according to nature, whether he is the son of the prime minister's family or the oiran of Fenghe Pavilion, to me, they are all equal. Likewise, I will not flatter him and trample on my own personality, nor will I arrogantly trample on yours."
Xia Jingyun sighed softly, stretched out his hand to lift the car curtain, and watched the buildings outside the car slowly retreat, "I'm serious, you don't have to worry about this anymore. I am also a person who has climbed up from the bottom, and I know our Helpless, maybe in a different place, I might have made the same decision back then, because neither of us can afford to lose. Sending you back tonight is just an attitude. From now on, live your life with peace of mind. If you can, don't Belittle yourself."
In the dim carriage, there was silence and tears streaming down my face.
Whether she was happy, moved, or regretful, she couldn't explain it clearly.
"About to arrive."
Outside the car curtain, Chen Fugui's reminder came.
Ning Bing wiped the tears on her face and looked at Xia Jingyun, "Thank you, sir."
When the carriage stopped at the entrance of Fenghe Pavilion and Ning Bing stepped out of the carriage, Xia Jingyun gently lifted the curtain, revealed his face, and nodded to her, "Let's go."
Ning Bing suddenly knelt on the ground, folded her hands under her forehead, and bowed to Xia Jingyun.
The white skirt is like a flower blooming in the dark night.
Xia Jingyun was silent for a moment and said softly: "Let's go."
The carriage drove away slowly, and Xia Jingyun leaned against the car, frowning quietly.
When Qin Sichao came up with it, what did he want to do?
In Fenghe Pavilion, the maid came into the room with a bowl of sobering soup, "Miss, Miss! Have some."
Ning Bing recovered from her daze, looked at the soup bowl in front of her, smelled the familiar smell, and said speechlessly: "Why are you serving me hangover soup?"
The maid stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, "I see that the young lady has been in a state of confusion since she came back. She has been sitting here for almost half an hour. I thought you were drunk!"
Ning Bing suddenly turned his head and looked at this maid who had been with him since she was a little girl. Now she has become tall and graceful, and is about to be arranged by the madam to start her own business. Her own story will be repeated in her body, and the thought in her heart suddenly becomes clear and powerful. He stood up and said, "Ying'er, let's redeem ourselves."
As soon as the words fell, the maid rushed up and covered Ning Bing's mouth, "Miss, you dare to say these things, so what if you are not listened to!"
Ning Bing gently took her hand and held it, looking directly at her, "Do you want to?"
The maid hesitated and said: "I can't even dream of it!"
"That's enough." Ning Bing laughed at herself, "I have been working hard for several years, chasing fame and fortune, and now I just wake up from a dream and know what the most precious thing is. I don't know if it's too late."
The next morning, Xia Jingyun received a surprising letter.
The letter comes from Miss Ning Bing.
[. The words of the young master were so inspiring that I thought about them all night, and suddenly I woke up. I know how foolish I was in the past, and I also know that my heart is dusty and lost, and I will return. I can expect to save a small amount of money in the future, and I am willing to redeem myself and be free for the rest of my life. Having no fame and wealth, and being poor at the same time, but with innocence and contented happiness, this life is not in vain. However, in the current situation, relying only on one's own strength, I may not be able to catch up. I boldly ask for the help of the young master, and I will be so kind and virtuous. Keep it in mind. 】
Xia Jingyun smiled bitterly and said, "Why did you do this? Does this mean that I didn't eat, and someone overturned the table and knocked over the bowl?"
But teasing was teasing, and he felt quite happy.
Sure enough, this is one of the things that is deeply rooted in men’s hearts!
"Mr. Gongsun, could you please go to Fenghe Pavilion tomorrow and help redeem someone in my name?"
After Gongsun Jing heard this, he quickly turned around and looked around, seemingly searching for Feng Xiuyun.
Xia Jingyun smiled and scolded: "What are you thinking about? There is nothing between me and her, I'm just doing a favor."
Gongsun Jing followed the order with an expression like "Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"
——
At noon that day, it was still the same place where he and Xia Jingyun had a banquet last night.
But the person sitting opposite Qin Sichao was Qin Yuwen, the richest man of the Qin family.
Qin Sichao smiled and took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for Qin Yuwen, "Brother Qin, there seems to be a look of worry between his eyebrows?"
Qin Yuwen picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp. Instead of answering, he asked, "What kind of person do you think Xia Jingyun is?"
I wrote two chapters yesterday, but this morning I felt they were wrong, so I deleted them all again, so I wrote them even later, or2
These two chapters are indeed not exciting enough, but they are indeed necessary preparations for the final drama of this volume.
In the last two days, let’s put together a round number of one thousand this month. It should be okay, right?
or2
(End of chapter)
