She fell in love with this gourd, which was the first time she tasted the home-made sweet potato roasted by the farmer. Ye Xiayou, who had been drinking it for a while, almost didn't choke after hearing Song Shu's request. Such unabashed words made her even more proud. He Jinsuo in front turned his head and scolded, "Old Song, go ahead and do whatever you have to do."
When his bodyguard said something, Song Shu smiled sheepishly, turned around and left.
Xue Badou, who was listlessly swaying as the horse bucked on his crotch, said: "Madam, this is your fault. Brother Song, this is human nature. You can't criticize others."
He Jinsuo glared at his husband again, "Don't talk nonsense if you don't know. The whole Qianfeng City knows what's going on in his family. Who is willing to push his girl into the fire pit? Dad has not introduced him enough marriages? Which one? Not all the matchmakers would be happy if they took a look at his home."
This time Xue Badou was not frightened by He Jinsuo's eyes, and continued to say: "It is precisely because we know the boundaries of our home and it is not easy to find that Brother Song has this idea. You can't stop us. Anyway, our father wants us to stay in the capital this time. In the past few days, his old friends from the capital had not yet arrived for the gift last year. They happened to take advantage of this time to walk around and help Brother Song in their spare time. Without delaying anything, in case any house If the maid is interested, isn’t it the beauty of adulthood?”
He Jinsuo was not an unreasonable person. He Jinsuo did not refute Xue Badou this time. He nodded and said, "Just as you said."
Xue Badou turned around and forced out an ugly smile towards Midnight. After all, this tender-skinned young man was really tormented during this period, and he didn't expect this deliberate smile to be very good-looking. He said: "The Third Young Master has many connections in Beijing, so he also has to worry about it."
Ye Sangen curled his lips, "No matter how wide you are, you can't do matchmaking."
Xue Badou was not at all anxious about such a straightforward rejection, and said: "There is news in the capital that as long as anyone can bring the second young lady and the third young master to a meeting, they can meet a moderate request. Does our He Zimen count?" Are you two going to be sent back to Beijing?"
Too lazy to play this kind of word game with the other party, Ye Sangen took the wine bottle from his sister and went to find Song Shu who went to the back of the motorcade to check whether the goods were loose.
This man really can't sit still for a moment.
Ye Xiayou was rude to the young master and said, "It's not too much to ask for, so why don't I have the final say? It's true that you sent us back to Beijing, but I think the request is too much. What can you say?"
Since I was a child, I have followed my father around Beijing and heard many stories about the second young lady of the Ye family. I just heard about it, so hearsay will naturally not attract attention. Therefore, Xue Badou, who was choked, was a little unhappy and retorted. : "How can you be so unreasonable?"
Ye Xiayou said amusedly: "Am I telling you the truth?"
Xue Badou was immediately furious, but before he could speak, his wife glared at him, so he had to shut up obediently, and replied "Huh" very uncomfortable.
In the middle of the night, carrying a palm-sized wine gourd, I passed by the boastful scholar Jiang Zhongli who was rushing to take the exam.
At this time, Li was talking to a fellow traveler about the thousand-year history and culture of the capital city, quoting scriptures, about the golden city thousands of miles away, the land of abundance, the smoke in the thatched cottage, the willows and the wind and the snow, the lush vegetation surrounded by eight rivers, and the spittle stars flying all over the sky.
Intentionally teasing the mysterious person surnamed Jiang, he smiled in the middle of the night and said: "I have only listened to Brother Jiang talk about the charm of this journey for the past few days. I have a question. I wonder if I can ask you?"
The carp in the river stood side by side with Ye San Geng, and said: "Miss Ye, the second lady, is well-educated, knowledgeable, smart, and smart. Can I know how to do the same thing?"
He shook his head in the middle of the night, "I can only ask Brother Jiang about this matter. She has never taken part in the exam, so asking is in vain."
The scholar seemed to accept this reason and nodded, "Third Young Master, please tell me. I will tell you everything I know."
In the middle of the night, he asked: "Brother Jiang went to Beijing to take the exam. Didn't he bring a bookcase, bookcase or book bag?"
Jiang Zhongli was stunned for a moment, then pointed to his head and said proudly: "The Four Books and Five Classics are all in my head, so there is no need for them."
Ye Sangen suddenly realized, "I thought it was dropped."
After speaking, without waiting for the other party's reply, he went to find the bodyguard Song Shu in the middle of the night.
The carp in the river waved his hand and said, "No, no, I just don't need to bring it with me."
Watching the late night watcher leave, the scholar continued to tell the fellow traveler interesting things about the ancient capital of the Eight Dynasties, but he was stunned. He angrily turned towards the late night watcher and said angrily: "It's just talk, why are you laughing at people?" Woolen cloth."
He waved and laughed in the middle of the night without looking back.
The so-called "dropping the book bag" is nothing more than a slang term for scholars to show off their knowledge, use the past to discuss the present, quote classics, and teach people not to know what is meant.
I don't know if he was a little angry at being teased like this, but Jiang Zhongli's face became a little embarrassed, and he didn't even feel like talking.
The farmer next to him, who was carrying a baggage, was obviously still interested and asked: "Little master, continue talking, what is the East-West Corridor?"
"have no idea!"
He replied very rudely, and the carp in the river shut up for a rare moment, still feeling angry with himself.
Seeing Song Shu coming toward him in the middle of the night with a wine gourd in hand, Song Shu stopped what he was doing. He thought that this young man, who had recently become famous in the world, had to criticize others and compare them to others. It was so annoying. His family background really attracts attention wherever he goes.
He wouldn't be obsessed with such troubles as marrying until he can't find a wife.
Song Shu, who had a simple and honest face but was actually a little thoughtful, looked at He Jinsuo at the front of the motorcade and said hehe, "Third Young Master, did you agree?"
In the middle of the night, he threw out the wine gourd and said, "I really didn't want to agree at first, but then I heard a few words from your bodyguards, and I became a little more interested."
Song Shu didn't think too much and said, "They are all family matters that make others laugh."
"If it's not convenient, you don't have to say it."
Obviously, this is not a rhetoric about retreating in order to advance but suppressing the desire to advance, nor is it necessary to uncover the scars of others to find out. I am just curious about why such a man who teaches others how to behave and cannot find faults can't find a wife. Why do people in my own escort agency say that when a girl marries into their family, she will be pushed into the fire pit? Why are the matchmakers who can make a lot of money from arranging a marriage unwilling to do it.
This can really pique anyone's curiosity.
This is not the gossip of an old woman in the countryside, and she will not interfere in discussing other people's lives. It's just that no one can be exempted from the pain of being close to home, which can make people feel like they are scratching their hearts. The third watch in the night should only be used to kill people The rest of the journey home was boring.
Naturally, he didn't think so much. Song Shu showed some embarrassment, and his bronze face was a little red, which made Ye San even more funny. I really don't know that this man in his thirties can be so thin-skinned.
Song Shu said: "My mother has some hysteria. She doesn't do anything on weekdays. She hits and yells at anything that doesn't suit her. If the escort chief and the young couple say that the chief escort of the escort agency has to worry about this little thing, alas, the neighbors and villagers are all worried about it. If you know it, no one will want to enter this door. If the Third Young Master can introduce a suitable woman, you can mention it to others. It is important to find a wife to carry on the family line, but we cannot harm others."
Ye Sangeng said hurriedly: "Don't say that, I really don't have that ability. Maybe other things can help, but I can't do anything about this. Men love each other and women love each other, so they don't care about other things. "
Song Shu chuckled and said, "Third Young Master is right."
In the middle of the night, he was not in a hurry to return to Ye Xiayou, and kept chatting with the escort.
Song Shu is not like a simple escort guy. Although he is reckless, he can also show some decency in his speech. This is the first time we have such an in-depth conversation in a few days. I am really impressed by this guy in the middle of the night.
So after walking dozens of miles to Qingni Inn, the sun was still half-faced, hiding on the mountainside. The two of them chatted all the way, and at midnight, they didn't believe Song Shu's appearance. He behaved so honestly.
Approaching the third-level post house, this honest and honest man is another matter, but he is absolutely sincere and starts to work again. He clasped his fists in apology at midnight, and began to inventory the goods one by one from the back to the front. From the oilcloth covering to the tightening of the hemp ropes, the firmness of the reins to the wear and tear of the horseshoes, his role in this team is only a substitute. There are other bodyguards with their subordinates who are responsible for these affairs, but Song Shu really can't be idle and is busy. Busy before and after.
Whether it's his emotional intelligence in dealing with things or his open-mindedness as a person, it has nothing to do with Song Shu who just opened his mouth to ask for a wife.
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Outside Chang'an City in Xibo, one hundred and fifty miles from east to west, north and south, there are eight third-level post houses, connected in all directions, and Qingni Posthouse is one of them.
The station master of the third-level post house is different from the second-level post station and the first-level first store. He has an official rank. He is a ninth-grade minor official, regardless of the civil and military system. He is similar to the chief clerk in the official yamen, with a low position and responsibilities. It's not low. The salary is small but there is a lot of money. The posthouse is the largest transit hub for PepsiCo in the surrounding area. The daily reception and delivery is beyond the comparison of the posthouse. As long as you use some small tricks, you can get a lot of money from these high-ranking officials and dignitaries from all walks of life just for three meals a day. .
When the stationmaster appeared in front of the convoy of the He Zimen Escort Agency with a big belly, anyone could see how rich this place was.
Everyone went about their own business. After paying the deposit, He Jinsuo, the bodyguard of He Zimen, followed the guy from the post house and left. The bodyguard next to him did what he was supposed to do, in an orderly manner.
She would never treat her badly when she was away from home. Naturally, she had to choose a room in the middle of the night. However, she never thought that when she followed the waiter to find the room, Jiang Zhongli, who had dropped her book bag, entered the first-class room next door.
It seems to be more indicative of this person's relationship with the extremely wealthy Jiang family.
Students from poor families, students from poor families, who doesn’t know the principle of noble sons from poor families? How many families want their children to be successful, whether it is a declining noble family or a businessman with a huge fortune, they will deliberately create a relatively unfavorable condition. Some Wealthy families would even send their children to some Taoist temples in the mountains where transportation is very inconvenient, deliberately allowing them to accept a meager life in order to encourage them to work hard.
The carp in the river is so lavish, and it doesn't look like the behavior taught in the family of a wealthy businessman in Guanzhong.
Maybe there was some shady thing going on.
After experiencing many things in more than a month, Ye San Geng is already a bit wary, and now he is unconsciously vigilant when looking at anything. When he thinks about it, there are masters of disguise like Jiugong Yan and Jiang Ling, who want to change their appearance to approach him. It couldn't be simpler.
It's no wonder he is like this. After all, today is different from the past. Ye Sangeng can't guarantee whether he will have a chance of winning against those Fuying people who are more powerful alone, or even whether he can survive.
After settling down in the middle of the night, Ye Xiayou went downstairs to retrieve the long sword Luan Bao which was now very eye-catching and therefore hidden in the cargo. Naturally, he was afraid of attracting attention and causing unnecessary trouble.
Before entering the backyard, I saw an escort from the He Zimen Escort Bureau leading two men to carefully check the goods.
They are all made of wood, so they are afraid of getting damp and moldy. It has been raining from time to time in the past few days. These escorts who travel all year round must be careful.
After Ye Sangeng greeted them out of politeness, the three of them turned around and left without saying a word. Ye Sangeng, who didn't know why, was confused and just took his weapon and left.
But I never expected that, with the moon rising, there were only a few business travelers walking on the first floor, drinking wine to drive away the fatigue of the day. In the backyard of Qingni Inn, there was a huge fire, and people stood up and their horses neighed.
Naturally, there was no rest. Ye Sangeng, who was still trying to restore the energy in his body using the Taoist breathing method, was startled. He had been suspicious for the past few days and hurriedly called Ye Xiayou. He was relieved after hearing the reply.
When he opened the window, he saw that there was a fire in the hay shed. Both the staff on duty in the post house and many merchants were panicking and carrying water to put out the fire.
Naturally, he would not go down to help at this time. He was also afraid that someone would actually take action against his siblings, so he just watched from upstairs.
As far as the eye can see, there are a few people sneaking around beside the carriages of the He Zimen Escort Bureau. They are rummaging through boxes and boxes and not knowing what they are looking for. The oilcloth covering them has been lifted aside, and the hemp ropes that tied them have been untied. Opened, the peach tree logs rolled to the ground.
It's just located in a corner, so it doesn't attract the attention of people who are only focused on putting out fires.
However, Ye San Geng, who was overlooking the courtyard, had a panoramic view.
Under the light of the fire, they were clearly the bodyguard and bodyguard he met when he was taking out the knife.
Is it so evil to be afraid of something?
Are you going to get into trouble again?
