Get on the wrong sedan chair and marry the right wolf

In the summer of Wanxia Mountain, the mountains are green and the grass is luxuriant, and the clear sky is as blue as washing.The chirping of cicadas resounded through the valley one after another, combined with the crisp sound of the spring water beating the rocks, it didn't sound as loud as it was down the mountain.A tomb stands quietly among the beautiful mountains and rivers. With the breeze and bright sun, you won't be too lonely, which shows the intentions of the people who set up the grave.

"Thank you." An extremely tired voice came from the boy's throat.

Qu Quan waved his hand, and together with him, he took out the fruit and snacks in the basket one by one, and finally there was a set of delicate and clean white jade wine vessels——Qu Quan thought it would match the person in the tomb, so he brought it from home specially.After finishing these, she walked to the side, not disturbing A Mao's sacrifice.

A Mao pushed the wooden wheelchair to send himself to the direction facing the tombstone, poured out wine from the wine jug, made a toast first, and then drank a glass himself.Finally, he carefully took out a silk handkerchief with written words from his arms, held it in front of his eyes and looked at it several times, and finally put it in the burning fire, watching the flames around him lick the white handkerchief like plain snow.

Qu Quan watched from the side, and suddenly said, "She is not your sister."

Amao trembled all over, as if the gate hidden in the deepest part of his heart had been touched by someone, and the vast flood tide was about to break through the defense line and collapse into embankments.

Seeing his reaction, Qu Quan's eyes changed, he hesitated for a moment and said: "When I was looking for the body for you, I learned that this girl lived in Suyan Pavilion since she was a child."

"Birth of □□, abandoned and raised in a brothel, no brothers."

When Qu Quan finished speaking, Amao, who was a little bit overwhelmed, calmed down instead.It seems that the last layer of stubborn armor has been peeled off, and the red/strip/strip has nowhere to go, and there is nowhere to go, and there is nothing to be afraid of being known.

Wanting to save his sister was his last lie.Because at that time, he already knew that his beloved girl had been buried in the belly of a wicked ghost, and it was impossible to save her again.

"You..." Qu Quan couldn't bear it, he wanted to say something but he didn't say anything.She shook her head and sighed, "Don't worry, I'll wait for you later."

A Mao lowered her eyes and nodded.

Qu Quan turned around and left, until he was about to go down the mountain, he heard a vague "thank you" from a distance, and couldn't help sighing again.

In front of Bai Huajian's tomb, the young man's weary face revealed an expression of peace. Yiren had already turned into loess, but this was the second time he was alone with her like this.As for the first time, it has been too long, too long.But he will never forget in his life that when his right leg bone was broken and he was about to starve to death, it was a girl who was also injured who rescued him.

He fell asleep when the girl decocted the medicine for him, and when he finally recovered and opened his eyes, the girl happened to be led away.Only then did he know that the girl who rescued him was a prostitute from Suyan Pavilion, she was the one who didn't serve her good benefactor last night and was injured and left outside, that's when she met him.The fate of a brothel girl who can't be an oiran will never be in her own hands.Perhaps saving him once would have exhausted all the freedom in this life.

After that, there are all kinds of roads in the world, and we don't meet each other.

That girl may have been forgotten long ago, but he ran across the street of Suyan Pavilion every night, just to take a look at her.Every time he saw girls being picked up by various carriages, he would follow them along the way, and then guard the night outside the rich and expensive houses where those girls went. No one knew how he was feeling at that time.

He finally found out the girl's name.Knowing that her name was Bai Huajian, he specifically asked the poor scholar who lived next door how to write this name.The scholar read a lot of stories about gifted scholars and beauties, and was moved by his sincerity, and even taught him a few lines of poems, which were "Bai Hua" in "Book of Songs".

"Bai Hua Jian Xi, Bai Mao Shu Xi. The son is far away, let me be alone."

This is actually a poem about an abandoned woman, and it doesn't have much overlap with Amao's situation, not even the emotion.But A Mao just liked it very much, and he specially spent two months' wages to buy a light and soft handkerchief, and copied the poems on it stroke by stroke, carefully as if caring for the most precious treasure on the tip of his heart.

His original name was not Amao, and he didn't even have his own parents to name him. Since he was a child, he was lonely and homeless. He felt that the girl saved his life, so she should name him for him, but the girl wouldn't do it for him. He named it.So he followed the girl's name and named himself Amao.He didn't dare to use Miss Guan's surname openly, he felt that he was not worthy of the girl, and he was afraid that the girl would dislike him if she found out, even if it was just a lowly nickname in the brothel.After thinking about it, I struggled with myself for several years, and at the end, I actually left this surname on the girl's tombstone.

The night when the accident was discovered, it was in General Mingwei's mansion, and the girl didn't come out after entering.Amao was terrified, always thought that he was dozing off and didn't notice the girl coming out, so he limped around the general's mansion several times, then limped to the Suyan Pavilion to ask questions, and was severely beaten.After inquiring for a month, I found out that the general's mansion had redeemed the girl and raised her as a concubine in his backyard.

He's poor and useless, but that doesn't mean he's not smart.He discovered the mysterious incident of the mysterious disappearance of Ji Ji in General Mingwei's mansion, and gradually investigated what Huo Yuan and they had been doing. Only then did he realize that this matter was too unexpected and completely beyond his ability.He was alone, his power was limited, and he didn't dare to trust any officials easily. After all, the officials and officials in Jinling City were deeply intertwined, and the only thing he could rely on was himself.

He didn't hesitate to use all available resources around him, he didn't hesitate to come up with ways to lure the enemy with his body, he didn't hesitate to cut off his own legs, and stole the rotten female corpse, causing the people in Jinling City to panic and never have peace.

No one would know that he was doing all he could for a girl who didn't even know his name.

Because in everyone's mind, Bai Huajian is Amao's sister, a family relationship with blood thicker than water.His name should be engraved on her tombstone, and he should be placed with her name.To her, he is not a nameless admirer, but a brother who protects her until the last moment.

Even if all of this is just a dream bubble wrapped in honey, it is better than being a stranger in the end of the world, life and death have nothing to do.

The early summer wind blows over the young man's thin face, blows it into the fire and burns it to death, turning all poems into flying dust.

Bai Hua Jian Xi, Bai Mao Shu Xi.The son is far away, let me be alone.

Yingying Baiyun, Lubi Jianmao.Xiaoge is sad, and I miss Bishuo.

Woodcutters and sang salaries are baked in the sky.People of Vibishuo, you really work hard on my heart.

There are Biansi stones, and the shoes are humble.The son is far away, and I am sick.

Whether it is resentment or hatred, it is willing in the end.

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Inside Shangshufu

"Amao has no father or mother, and now my sister has left again. He is now lonely and helpless, do you have any plans?" Ling Xueji turned his back to Qu Quan, and splashed a handful of millet on the table, orange red The hydrangea bird yelled twice, fluttering its wings excitedly and lowering its head to peck the millet on the table.

Bai Huajian wasn't A Mao's sister's business, Qu Quan didn't intend to tell anyone.Apparently A Mao also believed her, so when she left him alone to face Bai Huajian's tomb, she thanked him.Qu Quan sighed, who in this world is not a boat in the sea of ​​suffering, so why bother to snatch the last comfort of a person who has nothing.

"Qu Quan, why don't you speak? Why are you sighing?" Ling Xueji couldn't wait for Qu Quan's answer, and turned around with her arms on the back of the chair.

Qu Quan rubbed her head, "Hurry up and get ready, or else I won't take you there."

After the case was solved, and during this period of time, Emperor Yulong had inserted more people in the Ministry of Punishments, and the servant who had been with Qu Quan the longest was replaced, so Qu Quan, the minister of the Ministry of Punishment, was relatively free.It just so happened that she didn't have the opportunity or plan to stand up for the time being, so she just had fun and went out to get together with Shuo Dendrobium and the others.After all, Xueji is also her wife, and she has met a few of their friends, so it is normal to attend invitations between friends.Qu Quan thought it was nothing, but Ling Xueji was a little shy. Although they were not yet a real husband and wife, Ling Xueji already regarded Qu Quan as a lover in his heart, so naturally there was a little bit of tweaking from his daughter's family.

"I, I'll go after feeding the bird..." Ling Xueji immediately turned his head away again, staring at the hydrangea bird.

Seeing her like this, Qu Quan somehow understood. He walked to the table, and with his slender, fair fingers, he cleaned up the millet that had been messed up by the hydrangea bird on the table and put it in a small altar aside. Just as Ling Xueji was about to ask, someone He took it by the arm and took it to the wardrobe.Ling Xueji became even more nervous, her ears were burning red, and Ren Ququan matched her clothes.

In the end, she chose a set of goose-yellow silk dresses with white butterflies and matching tops, and Ling Xueji changed them out. She was really pretty and bright without being too grand and cumbersome.Satisfied, Qu Quan led him out of the house, but was pulled by force, and looked suspiciously at Ling Xueji who was behind him with his head bowed.

"I, can I have this bun?" Ling Xueji pinched her cuffs nervously, ran back to look in the mirror, and rummaged through the dowry while looking at it, "Do you want it, do you want to change it to something else?"

It was the first time for Qu Quan to see her so nervous about dressing up, and he tried his best not to smile openly, although Ling Xueji's appearance was really cute.She walked to the dressing mirror, looked at the girl with flushed cheeks inside, and casually twisted the hair hanging from the girl's sideburns around her fingertips twice, "It's time to change."

Ling Xueji became anxious when he heard it, and quickly took a comb and looked at the mirror at a loss, "What kind of change?"

"Just put the hair up in the back.".

"Huh? That doesn't look very good, does it?" Ling Xueji didn't understand Qu Quan's sinister intentions.

Qu Quan leaned close to her, touched Ling Xueji's face with his breath, and scratched his heart itchingly, "If you go out like this, others will think it's a girl from my Shangshu's mansion who hasn't left the court. Come to the mansion, how can I explain it to my grandmother?"

Ling Xueji panicked, her heartbeat jumped out of her throat, she faltered and didn't know what to say.Seeing that she didn't look good, Qu Quan made fun of her, reached out to pull her up again, and walked out, "I'm just kidding, you can dress up however you want, you just don't need to deliberately change anything."

"But..." Ling Xueji still didn't feel relieved, "But this time I'm going to meet your friend... Ah! Why did you hit me?"

Qu Quan withdrew the hand that flicked Ling Xueji's brain, and led him to the gate of the Shangshu Mansion, laughing loudly: "Xueji is beautiful, no matter how you dress it, it will make people lose their eyes!"

After the two of them left, the young family servants looked back and sighed heavily.The work in the Shangshu Mansion is getting more and more bitter...