Has Marquis Anping been beaten today?

Jiang Jingyun turned his head when he heard the words, and looked at Xie Fan in surprise.

Because Xie Fan intentionally avoided him these few days, even though they were in the same mansion, they never met each other.

"That...Second Brother." After Xie Fan cursed countless times in his heart, he finally stabilized his trembling legs, and when he raised his head, he met Jiang Jingyun's eyes and the broom in his hand.

His temple hair was wet with sweat and pressed against his cheeks, and there was a little gray crescent-shaped mark on his forehead.Maybe the sun is too hot, and the skin that was originally porcelain white is also glowing with a thin powder, like a peach blossom that is just blooming on the branch, shy and timid, holding the dew and flowing in secret, people can't move their eyes.

"You want to sing?" Jiang Jingyun slightly staggered Xie Fan's increasingly hot gaze, and asked with a frown.

"Yes!" Xie Ci hurriedly replied, pointing at Xie Fan, "He said he sang five songs."

Xie Yan: "..."

One song is one tael, and five songs are five taels. Do you, Xie Jiaojiao, really think that I am an upstart?

"Uncle, I'll sing ten songs!" Xie Ci randomly assigned tasks to Xie Fan, then patted his chest and proudly said his goal.

"No, I have twenty poems!" Xie Fan was still feeling sorry for Qian at one moment, but at the next moment he took a big step forward and blurted out without thinking.

As soon as the words fell, the air suddenly condensed, and the atmosphere was terribly quiet. Everyone cast admiring glances at Xie Yan, and they all felt that the love between Anpinghou and King Jing was as strong as gold and as deep as the sea.

In fact, when Xie Yan said that, he already regretted it, and he didn't know why, he just didn't want to fall behind Xie Ci.

"Give me the money first." Jiang Jingyun recovered from the initial shock, stretched out his hand to Xie Yan, and said calmly, "20 taels."

Xie Fan wanted to cry without tears, wishing he could slap his big ears, reluctantly handed his only 20 taels to Jiang Jingyun's hand from the purse with Baifu pattern, shook the empty purse, and asked with tears in his eyes. : "Second brother, can it be cheaper? I have no money."

Jiang Jingyun paused, his eyes changed a few times, thinking whether to say "it's none of my business" or "get lost if you don't have any money", hesitated back and forth between the two, and finally chose to lower his voice: "Go back and ask the housekeeper. "

Xie Fan only thought that he was asking him to go back to the Hou's mansion to find Steward Wang, lowered his head in frustration, turned his grief and anger into a singing voice, and walked in with high strides.

Jiang Jingyun added in time: "You can't sing "A Pretty Widow Dressing Up"."

Xie Yan: "... Got it."

"Palace jade liquid wine, one hundred and eighty cups. How about this wine? Let me blow it up for you. Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Look at my mouth..."

Xie Fan inside sang without any scruples, not a single word was in tune, and the more he sang, the more joyful he sang, the people outside were terrified when they heard it.

Some couldn't take it anymore and just covered their ears and left. Some people believed in Buddhism and couldn't see the bloody scene that followed, so they also left.

There was no other reason, but King Jing's complexion was tense, and the broom in his hand was also deformed.

Xie Ci was even more straightforward, he rushed in by grabbing the door frame and yelled at Xie Wen: "Xie Shuyu, what the hell is your mother singing!"

Just when everyone thought the voice would stop there, the singing voice, which was even worse than the roar, sounded again, but this time it was the voices of two people.

I don't know how Xie Fan moved Xie Ci, but the two brothers actually sang together.

"The most beautiful scene is when you are young, when you are drunk, you can talk about winning or losing. When the universe is uncertain, be arrogant, and the world will fall for me in the Ming Dynasty..."

The people outside finally couldn't stand it anymore, curiosity was insignificant compared to life.

Jiang Jingyun tried his best to suppress the urge to slap someone, and retracted the feet he raised several times, and the silver light on his palm finally dissipated under the shimmering sunlight.

An hour later.

A loud noise, crackling, with the potential to destroy landslides, interrupted the ear-wrenching magic sound, Jiang Jingyun finally let go of his grip on the broom, and a flash of relief flashed in his eyes.

He put down the broom in his hand, walked in with strides, and saw that the sapphire Ziqi clock with the pattern of wandering dragons on the high platform was so torn apart, lying pitifully on the ground, with bright white light flowing on the fragments.

Jiang Jingyun glanced at him and fell down on the stage. The two brothers, whose bodies were wet and with the same expression, sneered, "You guys are really capable if you can sing the Ziqi bell until you shatter yourself."

Xie Ci was in a daze, hadn't recovered from the chaos just now, looked at Xie Fan, his lips moved, and murmured: "It doesn't nourish water, does it?"

Xie Fan was also very confused, he shook his head blankly, his throat seemed to have been scorched by charcoal fire, and his voice was hoarse: "It's all broken, it won't grow anymore."

"Xie Shuyu, you sing really badly."

"Xie Jiaojiao, you are not much better."

Jiang Jingyun looked at the two idiots, rubbed his brows helplessly, and in order to prevent them from continuing to embarrass others, he threw out Frost and Snow, tied up the two brothers, turned around indifferently, and dragged them away.

Xie Fan, who was dragged away again, came to his senses later, hurriedly grabbed the end of Shuangxue, and said, "Second brother, I can walk by myself."

"Uncle! I can do it too. You'd better go back and report to your majesty first." Xie Ci echoed.

Jiang Jingyun ignored it, and still dragged the two brothers across the threshold, walking slowly like leading pets, attracting countless gazes.

Xie Fan felt ashamed and couldn't break free from Shuangxue's shackles, so he could only bury his head in his chest to keep the last bit of face.

Fortunately, he stopped after walking for a long time, and faintly heard the crying of the woman, as well as the voice of Shen Qinghe.

Xie Man raised his head abruptly, and as expected, he saw Shen Qinghe at the corner of the street ahead, and a girl in a pale pink skirt, she looked small, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

Jiang Jingyun also saw it, took back Shuangxue, walked up, looked at Shen Qinghe, then at the girl, and asked: "What's going on?"

"Brother." Shen Qinghe arched her hands towards Jiang Jingyun, and pointed to the girl beside her, "This is Ye Tinglan, the daughter of the farmer who rescued me last year."

Ye Tinglan thought that Shen Qinghe was already good-looking, but she didn't expect that there was someone more beautiful than him, she didn't know how to react for a moment, and even the tears at the end of her eyes stopped.

"Miss Ye." Shen Qinghe caught a glimpse of the displeasure on Jiang Jingyun's eyebrows, and coughed lightly to remind Ye Tinglan.

"Hello, son." Ye Tinglan came back to her senses, and hurriedly gave her a lame salute. Perhaps she also knew that she was a peasant girl, and she had never learned any manners. .

"Wow, this younger sister looks really good..." After breaking away from Shuangxue, Xie Yan saw Shen Qinghe and immediately ran forward. Looking at Ye Tinglan's nervous appearance, he knew that Jiang Jingyun was frightened, so he touched his chin to try to relieve it. After thinking about the atmosphere, I couldn't think of a more elegant statement after thinking about it for a long time.

So he chose to give up and chose a direct statement: "It's so beautiful! It feels like it."

"Where have you seen it?" Jiang Jingyun took Xie Fan's words and continued, his phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and there was a trace of unknown expression in his eyes, Xie Fan felt that it was an inexplicable murderous look.

"No, no, no." Xie Fan retorted subconsciously, laughed a few times, and continued the unfinished sentence, "I feel like a fairy. It's so beautiful!"

Ye Tinglan saw that Xie Fan was not only good-looking, but also had a friendly face and a good attitude towards people, the tension she had just now dissipated a lot, and she finally let it out in one breath.

After all, the street is not a good place to talk, the group finally went to a teahouse, sat down and chatted slowly.

Ye Tinglan was holding a cup of hot tea, and looked at Shen Qinghe opposite through the dense mist, and said with a sad expression: "Since Mr. Shen left half a month ago, daddy has been sick, and he has been taking medicine but he has not recovered. I still miss Mr. Shen in my heart." I was worried that something might happen to you on the road, so I asked me to come and have a look."

"Mr. Shen." At this point, Ye Tinglan's voice choked up, her eyes turned red, she looked at Shen Qinghe with tears in her eyes, and suddenly stood up and knelt down, "Although my father is a doctor, his medical skills are limited in the end. A thorough understanding will not cure my father's illness."

"My lord thinks I'm vulgar, or calls me selfish. I don't care. I just ask if my lord can introduce me to that Chen Yaoshi from Baiyunquan for the sake of my father's saving you? Let him go. Heal my dad."

"What are you talking about, girl." Shen Qinghe sighed, stepped forward to help Ye Tinglan up, and took out a silk handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to her, and said softly, "Wipe your face first, girls shouldn't cry of."

"Yes, yes." Xie Yan echoed, "It's not good-looking to have such a pretty face when you're crying."

"You're the one who talks too much, shut up!" Jiang Jingyun shot across his eyes.

Xie An secretly glared at Jiang Jingyun, snorted softly, but still shut his mouth obediently.

Xie Yan didn't pay attention when he came in, he just sat next to Jiang Jingyun, now he heard this and thought about changing his seat, when he was looking around and choosing a place farther away from Jiang Jingyun, he happened to catch a glimpse of Xie Ci looking at Jiang Jingyun eagerly, as if he was going to Life is swallowed alive.

He noticed Xie Yan's movements, guessed his thoughts, and was about to ask Xie Fan to change places with him when he saw that Xie Fan had turned his head, discussing the pastry dessert with Jiang Jingyun. not sweet.

Thank you: "..."

It really is a bastard!

From the corner of the eye, Xie Yan glanced at the thank you who was sitting on the seat and scratching at the table, feeling relieved for a while, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Xie Fan was upset because of the way Xie Ci looked at Jiang Jingyun, so he gave up the idea of ​​changing positions.A strange thought faintly floated in his heart, he would rather be scolded bloody by Jiang's second child than let Xie Ci sit next to him, um... no one else, no one else.

Thinking of this, he moved to Jiang Jingyun's side again.

The square table of Siamese rosewood was placed horizontally by the window, Shen Qinghe and Xie Ci sat on the side, Xie Aan and Jiang Jingyun sat on the side, Ye Tinglan sat on the side alone.

It happened that Jiang Jingyun was sitting on the outside, and he couldn't take his eyes off the pastry when he saw the pastry. While eating the pastry, he paid attention to Ye Tinglan's words, so he didn't know the turbulent undercurrent between the two brothers.

Here Ye Tinglan stopped crying, sat back in her seat, sobbing softly.

"You and Uncle Ye are kind to me. Now that Uncle Ye is sick, I have an obligation to help." Shen Qinghe said sincerely, "I will go to Chen Yaoshi now and ask him to go to Ningcheng together."

As soon as the words fell, two voices sounded almost at the same time.

"Chen Wuji wants money, do you have it?"

"Go to Ningcheng?!"

The former was Jiang Jingyun, with a questioning tone.The latter is Xie Fan, and his tone is excited, even more excited than picking up money.

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Alpine Stream Radio.

Xie Yan: Boss, here is a song "Pretty Widow Dressing Up".

Jiang Jingyun: No.

Thank you: Boss, here is a song "Miracle Reappearance".

Jiang Jingyun: No.

Shen Qinghe: Here is a song called "Mandarin Ducks of Paradise".

Jiang Jingyun: ... Say it again.

Shen Qinghe: No, no, I made a mistake, "The Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss".

Chen Wuji: Boss, it's okay to play "How I Am So Rich" or "Little Apple".Wait, forget it, give me the ninth set of radio gymnastics, I miss it.

Jiang Jingyun (calling out Frost and Snow with a cold face): Get out! ! !

Another: "Palace Yuye Liquor..." is selected from Grandma Zhao Lirong's essay, I forgot the name~