Today, the three girls entered the door, and Qingye was already the first to take the lead. It would definitely be difficult to compete with Manzhi. Sining and Zhu Manzhi had no experience in the industry. It is hard to say who will be the first.

After Zhu Manzhi learned the news, he kept thinking about this question in his heart. He wanted to ask Xu Buling, but unfortunately he didn't have a chance. Seeing that Chuchu guessed her thoughts, Zhu Manzhi shook his head quickly:

"How could it be...ah, what do I say about this?"

Guo Shanrong is a mother-in-law, and her heart is naturally facing Manzhi. At this time, she looked outside and asked:

"Yufu, how did your eldest wife arrange it? Manzhi has been with the little prince for two years, and has worked hard without any credit. Although Miss Chen is a princess, my old master has a low status and has also injured a arm for the little prince..."

Zhu Manzhi quickly turned her head and frowned and said:

"Mom, what do you think this is done? It's all from the family..."

"You girl, don't you want my mother to say anything? Why don't my mother say hello and give you three points of courtesy and put you in the last one?"

“…”

Zhu Manzhi pouted and stopped talking.

Although Song Yufu has helped arrange the marriage these two days, this kind of thing is not easy to talk nonsense. She just smiled and said:

"The three wedding rooms are the same. I don't know how to arrange them. I'll know it at night. My husband has always been spoiled by Fanzhi and will not let Fanzhi suffer aggrievance."

Zhu Manzhi was actually a little hesitant. After thinking about it, he hummed again:

"Old Chen and I are sisters who are worshipping each other. It's not good to snatch them up?"

"You are not as good as others' martial arts, and you are not as tall as others..."

"Oh my mother, I...I have something better than Si Ning, right?"

"You are following me, does it have anything to do with yourself?"

“…”

The yard next to Zhu Manzhi is Ning Qingye's boudoir.

Compared to the lively and bustling in the other two rooms, Ning Qing's place is much quieter at night.

The windows of the boudoir are stretched open, and there is a garden full of flowers outside.

Ning Qingye changed out of her long skirt with white clothes and red makeup. She was the number one person in the contemporary era. Her beautiful and elegant face almost suppressed the spring scenery in the yard.

Ning Qingye's face was as few as ever, and Qingshui's eyes were even absent-minded, but it was not because she was not interested in getting married, but because she remembered her mother again when she got married.

The room was quiet, Ning Yuhe stood behind her back, carefully dressing up Ning Qingye. Knowing that Qingye had something to do, she shook her head and sighed, and showed a gentle smile:

"I'm getting married today, don't think so much."

Ning Qingye didn't want to seem worried on a happy day, so he curled up his lips and smiled, but said nothing.

Zhongli Jiujiu stood beside him and interjected:

"Yes, don't think so much. No one wants to do the sad things in the past. I was happy when I was a child, but since my parents went up the mountain to collect herbs and never returned, their days have changed. You also have a caring master. I really had no one to care about it at that time, so I just rely on Aunt Gui to help me. I went out to run around the world at a young age, struggling at the bottom, and when I was hungry and cold, I couldn't even find someone I wanted to hate..."

Ning Yuhe pursed her lips and shook her head and said, "Dear woman, let alone these days. How many women who can walk alone in the world are voluntary? They are all forced."

Zhongli Jiujiu hit Ning Yu with her shoulder and closed it: "I'm trying to persuade Qingye, you are heartless."

After Ning Qingye was silent for a moment, he picked up the veil and put it on his head, and said softly:

"I know the importance of it. All the past has passed, and there is nothing to think about, just like that."

"Just understand."

Ning Yuhe smiled with relief, looked at the courtyard wall outside the window, stared at it for a moment, and sighed silently... ——

The spring is quiet and the breeze is gentle.

The man in a scholar's robe slowly walked through the alley outside the wall and stood at the entrance of the alley. He looked up at the clouds rolling in the sky, his eyes as usual, with a dullness from the bottom of his heart.

There are endless singing and dancing in the distance, endless carriages and horses, and the bustling streets seem to be two different worlds from this place.

On the street are princes and nobles, gentry, gentry, horses and carriages, and couples. They show the spirit that people should have in their lifetime; and in the alleys, there are wanderers who have nowhere to stay, who don’t know where to go, where to go, and where to go, and where to go in the future.

Under the warm spring light, everything in front of you seems to have returned many years ago.

The man looked down and saw that he was still wearing a scholar's robe. There were a few more pictures on the ground. Common flower and bird pictures, and the ink was neat and ink could not tell the problem, but there was no highlight.

He turned his head to look to the left, the wine shop was open in the distance, and the brand new wine banner was flying in the spring breeze. The shopkeeper with his bare arms, with a towel on his shoulder, poked his head out from behind several large wine jars, and cursed:

"Han Sheng, I'm just here to help you. You can't sell your paintings. What's the use of the slap there except blocking the way?"

In front of me were the wine shops lined up to sell wine. From the shop to the entrance of the alley, most of them were from the martial arts world. When they heard this, they burst into laughter.

He is a scholar, and he feels a scholarly in his heart, and he says a little dissatisfied:

"Why can't you sell it? There will always be people who know the goods to appreciate my calligraphy and paintings."

"Then you just stand it up. You are not very capable than you. It would be better to be an apprentice and sell wine to me honestly..."

...

After two arguments, he continued to look at the entrance of the alley, waiting for the people who knew the goods to arrive.

Soon, a female hero with a sword hanging on her waist appeared at the entrance of the alley, carrying a hat and a wine pot in her hand. Her eyes were looking around on both sides of the alley, as if she was just coming to sell wine.

He stood up a little straight, neatly tidy up the old scholar robe on his body, showing a shy smile, and looked at the heroine:

"Girl, do you want to buy a painting back today?"

Although the heroine had been here many times, she seemed to have found the scholar beside her. After turning her head, she picked up a portrait from the ground, handed him a tael of silver, and then walked to the wine shop until she disappeared at the other end of the alley.

He laughed and leaned over to put away the scroll. It was still early and there were many people passing by, but the only one who bought the painting was that female hero, so there was no need to hold it any longer.

After he looked at the direction where the heroine disappeared, he ran to the restaurant and helped him with his hands.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant is in his forties and has a bad temper. He drinks a lot of wine to the customer and scolds:

"A big man's family is just a girl who is so fucking. You are still reading the books of sages. What does the saint teach you?"

He helped wipe the table, shook his head and said confidently:

"There are thousands of millets in the book, and the golden houses in the book. When I get the title of the gold list, I will return these to her."

The shopkeeper shook his head, a little disliked:

"You have to be down-to-earth. Not to mention whether you can pass the exam or not. Even if you pass the exam, the girl is a gangster and may not necessarily want to be the wife of the official."

"How risky is to travel to the world? You see, the people who come to sell wine in the wine shop will change a batch every year. How many people can come every year? Can they be more comfortable? Who would think that the world is home?"

"That's right, it's common for divorce in the world, and dying on the street is a good end. Being able to have a good reputation is indeed better than being in the world. Then take the exam carefully. You are very smart, why are you failing every year?"

"I will definitely win the exam for a few more years."

He laughed. After finishing his work in the shop, when the shopkeeper left, he ran to the street, used the money he earned, bought ink, paper and books, saved up the rest, and then stayed alone in the wine shop and read at night with candles.

In the small room I lived in, there was a portrait of a female hero. However, this painting was never dared to sell, for fear that the female hero would never come again.

I don't know how long it took, but a sudden hurried knock on the door sounded outside the door.

He put down his pen and mo, ran out to see the heroine was injured, and asked him if he wanted to go together.

He ran back, wrapped the books and the only remaining piece of clothes to change clothes, carried them on his shoulders and ran out.

Before leaving, he put the saved money in the wine shop as a reward for the shopkeeper's room.

I hesitated to leave, but I didn't stop.

Because he didn't leave, the heroine left, and she sat here every day and studied hard. What's the point?

He and the heroine escaped from Chang'an City overnight. The first stop he went to was Fenglingdu Town.

At that time, Fenglingdu was crowded with tourists from all over the world, and they were scrambling to get rid of the gates of hell.

The heroine was very domineering, hooking his neck and pointing at the big archway:

"If you follow me in the future, you will be a member of the Jianghu Lake. Let's go and have a walk."

He looked at the reckless men who were swearing with swords and guns, and he didn't want to get along with those people. He didn't want to leave, but he couldn't resist the heroine, so he was pushed over.

Since then, he has become a 'Jianghu', a jianghu who can only follow women to carry luggage.

It’s actually nothing to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles.

He followed the heroine every day, helped settle the scores when he was escorting the escort, and helped me remember things when I was watching the venue. When I had no work, I sat by the river and in the woods, holding books, and watching the heroine practice sword next to me.

The heroine sometimes asks him: "What do you do when reading books? Just read literacy. If you read too much, you won't use it. I'll teach you martial arts."

He shook his head: "There are great knowledge in the book. If you have the opportunity to find a job, you may be cleared of your injustice. Dancing a knife and gun is a matter of rough people. You will be able to read it once, and you need to teach me."

The heroine was very dissatisfied when she heard this, but she couldn't say it, so she hummed:

"You have ambitions and you can't do anything rough people do well, so what official position will you still seek?"

"That's because I don't want to do it."

"Hmph~"

The heroine didn't believe it, and he was not interested in really studying, so he still reads books every day.

Until one day, the heroine made a mess and got into trouble with the local snake in Changde. She had an old grudge with the heroine's father and was blocked in the inn by a group of people from the martial arts world.

The heroine couldn't beat him and wanted him to run away first.
To be continued...