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Madam Ling came back to her senses, and when she heard this, she felt a bucket of ice water being poured over her head, "Didn't you marry my girl?"

"Oh, my Madam Ling, it's your blessing that the young master of the Xi family has taken a fancy to your girl. How can you ask for so much?" Matchmaker Zhang finally laughed at Madam Ling's innocence.

Madam Ling felt as uncomfortable as being humiliated by someone. She glared at Matchmaker Zhang, "My girl will not be concubine, let alone a concubine."

Zhang Matchmaker was stared at by her, the smile on her face froze, and then quickly recovered, but her attitude was not as enthusiastic as before, "Mrs. Well, I'll fight with you later, after all, the young master of the Xi family doesn't have a regular wife yet."

Mrs. Ling said coldly: "The matchmaker Zhang went to Xi's house to find out and ask for a kiss. My girl is not a gift for others to spoil."

"How come, your girl is so cute, someone always hurts her." Matchmaker Zhang smiled stiffly, and finally turned around and left.

Madam Ling looked at her back, shaking with anger.

Lanyue came over, hugged her mother's shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Mother, I don't want to marry."

Mrs. Ling knew that Lanyue had heard what she said just now, and she said bitterly: "Even a toothmaid is laughing at us now! In the future, I will always have to vent my anger."

Lanyue knew that it was impossible for this family to turn over, so she sat down dejectedly, weeping silently.

Seeing that her daughter was sad, Mrs. Ling felt even more pained like a knife. She shook her hands and secretly thought that she must find a good marriage for her daughter, so that she could feel proud in the future.

Matchmaker Zhang also had a difficult time. She didn't expect that this small family was the down-and-out Ling family. If it was an ordinary family, the eldest son of the Xi family in Jingdu took a fancy to her own daughter and sent her to her door eagerly. So what if she is a small one? Living in a rich and powerful family.

This Mrs. Ling still has a bit of backbone, no matter how eloquent she is, it may be difficult to persuade her.

Matchmaker Zhang told Xi Lang about the situation of Ling's family. Xi Lang was sitting in a restaurant, listening to music and drinking with a singer in his arms. , also realized that this matter is difficult.

But it was just a chance meeting, without even seeing his face, and he didn't have such a strong obsession, so Xi Lang told Matchmaker Zhang to go back, saying that it was fine.Matchmaker Zhang was happy to let go of her errands, received the reward and left.

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Shuyue stepped on the bluestone slabs in the alleys of Kyoto, took a shortcut, and came to the gate of the yamen.

She is familiar with this yamen, because her father was on duty there back then, and was in charge of the security of this big capital city.She changed her name to Ling Shuyue, and no one could connect her with the young Ling Yue back then.

After handing over the letter of recommendation from the chief of the army, Jingshi Yin ordered someone to take her to arrange work.It was originally agreed that he would be on duty, patrol the streets, and manage law and order.

At their request, Shuyue changed into the clothes of a government servant, wore a long knife around her waist, and stood at the door.

A gentle-faced man came over, also dressed as a Yacha, Shuyue watched him lazily walking in front of her, "I'm your partner, Gu Changli."

He has a decadent and boring air about him, and he doesn't look like a working person at all.

Shuyue still subconsciously stood up straight, stretched out her hand, "Hello, I'm Ling Shuyue."

Hearing her name, Gu Changli took a serious look at her. He stretched out his hand, squeezed her fingertips like a dragonfly, then retracted quickly, with a vague "hmm".

Ling Shuyue followed behind him to understand the content of this post.

But unexpectedly, Gu Changli took her directly across the street and stopped in front of the bustling tavern.

It was afternoon, the sun was warm, the pedestrians on the street felt lazy, and the tavern was full of drunks.Shuyue stopped at the door and did not leave.

When Gu Changli stepped into the door, he realized that she hadn't followed in. He leaned against the door, his arms crossed his chest, his eyes seemed to be blinded by the sun, and he said lazily, "Why don't you come in? You don't need to pay, I Please drink."

It was only then that Shuyue understood where the decadent aura in him came from. It turned out that he was an alcoholic, who would often fall asleep with a hangover, so lazy that his bones would fall apart.

"Aren't you going to patrol the streets?" Shuyue asked straightforwardly.

Gu Changli glanced at her, and a faint smile appeared on Wen's face, as if he was mocking her, "At the feet of the emperor, we have to take care of so many things. Even if something happens, we can rush over there in time."

It turned out to be an idle job, Shuyue followed him in with some reluctance.

Gu Changli walked in familiarly, and there was a row of wine at one order.

Ling Shuyue sat down with her back facing the window, the sun was shining on her back, her face was sunk in the darkness, her back was as straight as a javelin, and she was sitting solemnly.

Gu Changli sneered, then drank wine on his own, occasionally persuading her to drink a few sips.

"I don't drink." Shuyue has seen people who got into trouble due to alcohol in the army, and she is deeply jealous.

Gu Changli looked at her with disdain again, "There is no man who doesn't drink."

Shuyue's face was tense, and she didn't say a word.

Chapter 5 Sending Flowers

As soon as You Shi arrived, Ling Shuyue got up and prepared to leave.

Gu Changli was already lying drunk on the table, vaguely aware that his partner was going back, and when he regained consciousness a little, he staggered up, "Slow down, I'll go with you."

But when she was able to walk, she stood up and limp at Shuyue's side.

Seeing him spread out on the stool like soft mud, Shuyue was still wearing the clothes of a government servant, and the people next to him occasionally swept over him, and she seemed to be used to it.She pursed her lips, the government is really wasting money raising such lazy and drunk people.

Gu Changli reached out and grabbed the hem of her clothes, "You have to take me back."

Ling Shuyue stretched out her hand, helped him up, put one arm of him on her neck, bent down and helped him out of the tavern.

He put almost all his weight on Shuyue's body, and the long knife at his waist flicked and clicked on Shuyue's waist.Shuyue didn't feel much difficulty, but walking like this was not fast, the street was already paved with a layer of golden sunset light, which stretched the shadows of the two of them obliquely.

Gu Changli buried his head deep in the hollow of her shoulder, looking decadent and lazy.

There was the sound of a carriage rumbling on the neat and clean bluestone slab, and Shuyue helped the unconscious Gu Changli out of the way.

The carriage was gorgeous and large, and the front was pulled by two horses with the same coat color. The body was carved with gorgeous and elegant patterns, and the golden tassels swayed in the setting sun, a little dazzling.

Even the wheels are elegant, rolling on the bluestone board, making a gurgling sound, smooth and cheerful.

Pedestrians on the street stopped involuntarily, stood aside and watched the carriage pass by.

Shuyue lowered her head, grabbed Gu Changli's wrist with one hand, and supported his soft waist due to long-term lying and drinking with the other hand, and walked towards the yamen step by step, without ever looking up at the carriage slowly passing by. .

Mu Feng warmly raised the curtain of the car, Zuo Cangyu sat slanted inside, resting one hand on the window sill, propping her chin, watching the scenery outside boredly.

Several magnolias were planted on both sides of this section of the street in Kyoto. They were tall and in full bloom. The flowers were as white as snow, elegant and beautiful.There is a rich fragrance of flowers in the air.Zuo Cangyu raised the curtain of the car with her slender and fair fingers, and a white magnolia fell on the back of her hand.

The petals merged with the skin color of the back of his hand unexpectedly, they were all pure white without blemish.

Zuo Cangyu sat sideways, steadfastly, staring at the tall figure.

The carriage slowly drove past Shuyue, she never raised her head, she only showed the top of her head to him, her crow-colored hair was tied meticulously with a blue silk scarf, the scarf was fluttering in the evening wind, the moment she passed by, Zuo Cangyu had an illusion, as if he could grasp the blue scarf as soon as he stretched out his hand.

The carriage passed by quickly, Zuo Cangyu stood up slightly, poked her head out to look at Ling Shuyue who was left behind.