Wearing books: relying on family wealth to start a decadent career

The layout of the Ming family is very simple. The three courtyards are separated by a moon door. Most of the items in the house are placed randomly by Pei when he has nothing to do.

After so many years, Mingyan would not think about these things, just let them sit there.

Xu Suiran closed a door and patted himself casually. He had seen all these rooms, and there was no trace of anything suspicious. Some of the vases were even filled with dust.

He originally wanted to go to the backyard to meet Mrs. Liu, but then he thought that Ming Huaying had already gone there and he didn't need to waste that time.

There were still those government officials watching in the front yard. As soon as he stepped in, he saw Ming Huaying standing on the corridor, with her back to him.She seemed to always look calm and calm, at least in the past few years since he came back.

During those years when he went out with his parents, he had nightmares all day long and was very anxious.

I don’t know why my mind calmed down as soon as I came back.

But nightmares still accompany me from time to time.

"Aying."

Xu Suiran recalled his thoughts and called the man on the corridor.

Ming Huaying looked back at him and smiled.

When he got closer, Ming Huaying pulled him and whispered: "Let's go to the carriage. We have something to talk about."

The wind was blowing a bit strong, bringing a bit of coolness, and I couldn't help but shiver when I felt it.

Mingchuan sat in front of the car, leaning against the carriage, listening to the faint voices coming from inside.

"Tianyu clan?" Xu Suiran was surprised, "Are they actually related to the Ming family?"

Ming Huaying was stunned: "You know?"

Xu Suiran did not deny it: "When I was a child, I read some of my grandfather's books, and one of them briefly talked about the Tianyu tribe. This race is cursed for life and will not die well, and there is no solution."

"how is this possible?"

After hearing this, Ming Huaying wanted to defend herself, but then she thought that the book in her dream really didn't write the subsequent story, and it didn't tell the story of the Tianyu clan in detail. Even Liu Zeyue only told about her lineage.

"Aying, what's wrong?"

Ming Huaying came back to her senses and stared at the person in front of her. He looked worried and seemed concerned: "What's happened to you these days? Did something happen?"

"It's nothing." At that moment, Ming Huaying almost wanted to tell everything, but in the end she chose to hide it.

Seeing that she was back to her usual self, Xu Suiran stopped asking and just said, "Don't resist if something happens, I'm here."

He was answered by tightly held hands.

Sometimes one more person or one less person makes no difference.

Just like the current Jie Xige.

Ever since Ming Huaying left home early in the morning, Jie Xige seemed to have been pushed out and introduced, and there were piles and piles of people coming.

Seeing that it was now clean, the two quickly poured water and rested. Ji Huatao shook his fan and sighed: "It would be nice if Aying was here."

He took a sip of water and retorted: "No, it's the same when she's here. She probably went to the backyard to make incense at the moment."

Xiaofeng wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but feel confused when he saw the people coming and going outside: "Why are there so many people today? There was no one on the street at this time a few days ago."

Ji Huatao shook the fan for them and said feebly: "Maybe it will be cooler today."

"But why hasn't Ah Ying come back? Logically speaking, there isn't that much going on."

"No." Xiaofeng shook his head and pushed the broken hair on his forehead behind his ears. "The government wants to ask you first, what is your relationship with that person and what have you done. Then you have to stand by and watch. Come on, if I have anything to ask you just answer it."

"How do you know?" Ji Huatao looked at her. She had always felt that Xiaofeng was not simple. Although he looked innocent, he always had a casual and free temperament.

After hearing this, Xiaofeng said casually: "Because that's what they asked me when my master died."

"sorry."

Ji Huatao apologized softly, fearing that his question would make Xiaofeng unhappy.

Wei Chengxiang Xiaofeng looked at her with confusion on his face, and then said "Oh" as if he suddenly realized: "It's nothing, my master is not good to me anyway, he didn't teach me anything, I'm not sad."

Ji Huatao breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly thought of something with a flash of inspiration, and asked uncertainly: "Are you an old acquaintance of the stall owner who made the trap on the day of the Heming Festival?"

This sentence made Xiaofeng unresponsive for a long time. Ji Huatao couldn't help but reflect on whether she had said something wrong, and then remembered that Ming Huaying had always told her to think when she spoke and not to say what she thought.

The words she just blurted out without having time to think.

There was no use in being upset, so he shouted cautiously: "Xiao Feng, are you... angry?"

Xiaofeng's eyes moved, blinked, and asked after hearing this sentence: "Why are you angry?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Ji Huatao breathed a long sigh of relief, "What were you thinking just now? Why did you stop talking all of a sudden?"

"I'm thinking, I seem to have never told you about my previous affairs."

She just recalled the scene with them. Most of the time she listened quietly to others. Earlier, Ming Huaying never asked her about her.

Probably because he doesn't think about many things on weekdays, Xiaofeng doesn't like to remember some insignificant things. When he sees it, he just glances at it and puts it in the corner of his memory.

If I want to look it up, I can barely remember some of it.

Ji Huatao choked, gave her a complicated look, stopped talking, and lay down weakly on the chair.

She now understands that Xiaofeng is a girl with slow reactions and quick brains.

"Should I say more?"

Ji Huatao closed his eyes: "We will listen together when Ah Ying comes back."

Xiaofeng obediently closed her mouth and went to get a cup to drink water.

They were busy until the sun went down and the flowers were shining brightly before they came back.

When Ji Huatao saw the person, he rushed towards him and asked with concern: "Aying, you are back, how are you?"

Ming Huaying rubbed her sore neck, pushed away the two arms wrapped around her body, and said helplessly: "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired. How are you today? When I came back, I saw a lot of people outside. What happened? ?"

"Probably not, people have been coming since morning." Ji Huatao and Xiaofeng looked at each other and started to clasp their fingers, "By the way, Aying, the Anshenxiang needs to be replenished, and I don't know how to fix it. The thing is, several people came and asked for it."

Xiaofeng nodded lightly and responded: "There are quite a lot of people today, A Tao and I can keep busy."

Ming Huaying felt relieved, walked a few steps, then stopped and looked at Xiaofeng and said, "Xiaofeng, go change your clothes first, and we'll go out when it gets dark."

"it is good."

Ji Huatao looked at the people going back and forth for fear of being left behind: "What about me?"

Ming Huaying looked at her hesitantly. She was not sure about going out this time. She only called Xiaofeng because she could roughly guess Xiaofeng's situation. They really took care of each other no matter what.

"I promise not to cause any trouble to you." Ji Huatao held out three fingers, as if you would try if you dare to leave me.

"Row."

Maybe it's because it's not that hot during the day and the long-lost coolness comes at night.

The sky was not very good and the moon was covered by clouds.

The grass on the roadside was startled to move, whether it was the wind or people.