Whoever wins the crouching dragon wins the world

Cai's family is a prosperous family, Cai Mao's eldest sister is Huang Yueying's mother, and her second sister married Liu Biao as her step-wife, so she is an authentic royal relative.Cai Xuan himself is also a contemporary hero, with a dignified appearance and outstanding literary talent.

From the perspective of the world, this is a well-matched marriage, which is much more appropriate than the daughter of the Huang family marrying a poor and embarrassing Zhuge Lang.It's a pity that marriage and love have been known since ancient times.On the wedding day, I stood next to Huang Yueying to watch her kowtow, and the bride who was rumored to have won the wishful husband had no joy on her face.

Kong Ming's seat was in the front, and he was wearing a moon-white cloth as always, except for some festive patterns tattooed on the lapels, which stood out among the crowd of spectators in red and green.If Huang Yueying wanted to, she could easily find him even through Xipa.But her gaze only paused when she first saw her, and then moved away in an instant, as if she only saw an unimportant stranger.

The intersection of them was reflected in my eyes one by one, and I didn't know how I felt.These two childhood sweethearts forgetting each other in the Jianghu should be what I was looking forward to the most, but when the matter came to an end, I felt a little regretful that they knew each other and could not stay together.Thinking about it, I feel incredible.

When the banquet was over, Huang Yueying invited me to the inner room, took out an inch-long scroll from the cabinet, sealed it with red wax in front of me, and said: "Please pass it on to your husband."

Because of what happened on New Year's Eve, I have avoided seeing Kong Ming for two months.Just met at the banquet, and deliberately sat in the crowd, so as not to let him find an opportunity to talk alone.This kind of behavior is a bit naive, but there is a resentment in my chest, urging me not to give him a good look, to hurt others and myself.

Maybe the look on my face was too tangled, which caused Huang Yueying to have ambiguity. She explained in a rare way: "It's not a keepsake, it's just Kong Ming's childhood play. It’s inconvenient to move things, it’s better to return them to their original owners.”

Her tone was very frank, but I felt sorry for her.If it is really frank, how much space will it occupy if it is just an old painting, whether it is burned or sold, even if it is put at the bottom of the box and taken away?It's just that such words can't be blurted out after all to Huang Yueying's eyes that are trying to hide the pain.

Tingzhou is located in the west of Jingxiang. Although it belongs to Liu Biao's jurisdiction like Nanyang, it already borders Liu Zhang's territory, and the distance between the two is more than [-] miles.The transportation in the Three Kingdoms was inconvenient, if there were no accidents when Huang Yueying went here, it was very likely that she would never have any contact with Kong Ming.She didn't want to say goodbye face to face, she must have given up completely.

But I also don't want to face Kong Ming: "Madam, why don't you submit it in person? We always get to know each other once. In the future, we will see each other forever."

Huang Yueying sighed slightly, with melancholy in her eyes: "There is always a banquet in the world, and it is useless to bid farewell. Why don't we just say goodbye and cherish each other."

Sadness flows in the room, and we have known each other for several years. With Huang Yueying's intelligence, it is impossible not to see my feelings for Kong Ming.Standing in the position of a rival in love, I didn't know how to comfort me. After hesitating for a while, I finally took the scroll and said, "Madam, don't worry, Nan Shuang will definitely hand it over to Mister."

Huang Yueying seemed to have something to say, but her mouth moved slightly, and finally she swallowed it whole.

Two days later, I caught the drinker at the wine shop and offered tea, and asked him to take the painting back to the thatched cottage, but I still refused to see Kong Ming.

Feng Cha's face was blank: "What are you and your husband vomiting about? These days, my husband has been acting strange, and you have kept your mouth shut. I don't know what kind of riddles you are playing."

After being rejected several times, Kong Ming finally understood my determination, and never went to the door again, but only sent some things here and there, sometimes it was a windmill, sometimes a few candies, or even a straw woven bag. The grasshoppers also mobilized many people to make Fengcha travel back and forth for more than ten miles, making Fengcha complain endlessly.Kong Ming's original intention was probably to coax me to calm down, but when I received those gifts that were exactly the same as those of a three-year-old child, my heart became more and more bitter.If he really intends to ask for a marriage, he should find his own elders, three matchmakers and nine hires. What is it like to send these things?Even if I don't value fame as much as the aboriginal women, I don't want to provoke the infamy of being privately handed down for nothing.

Ah Xiang's evaluation was very pertinent: "For lowly servants like us, there is no such thing as being forbidden to show your face, and it is inevitable that you will be in the same room with a foreigner. Usually it doesn't matter if you collect a lot of things, but Mr. Kong Ming... is always inappropriate." "Although the place of serving tea is secret, there is no impenetrable wall in the world. There are many people in the wine shop, and there are always one or two discerning people who know it well.Among other things, since Fengcha came a few times, He Dacheng has become more and more displeased with me, and once he almost pointed his nose and scolded me for being indiscreet.

I said depressedly: "I didn't confiscate anything, I returned everything, and I also clearly ordered not to come to the wine shop to serve tea. He won't listen, what can I do?"

Kong Ming is not a person who does not understand etiquette. He has no other explanation for his behavior except that he does not respect me.I heard that small favors such as windmills are the most fashionable gifts for talented people to give divas and maidservants nowadays. Even when I was madly in love, such an approach has exceeded my bottom line.What's more, now that love has been wasted?

I seem to have met a new Kong Ming, and I almost suspect that all the good things about him before are all my own speculations.Fortunately, after several times of refusal, Kong Ming never sent anything to my door to offend me, but he seemed to have evaporated from the world again, ignoring me.

I don't even have the strength to scold him anymore.

Only a kind person like the shopkeeper is willing to say a few good words to Kong Ming from time to time: "Since the master sent something, he remembered you. You are alone, and the flowering period is no longer. If you can become the master's concubine, it is also a big deal." happy match."

He Dacheng hummed in his nose: "It's not right to be a good lady, do you have to rush to become a concubine?"

The shopkeeper gave him a sideways glance: "What do you know! The ancestors of Zhuge's family were high officials, and Mr. Zhuge is famous for his talent. He might become famous at any time. Now he has no wife in his family. Nanshuang followed him. In the future, the mistress When you enter the door, you have to think about the merits of serving you when you were poor and humble. If you are lucky enough to give birth to the eldest son, it will be even more extraordinary!"

"Hmph, after all, he's not a half-slave, letting others trample on him!" He Dacheng spat, his face full of contempt.Since the last time he made his own initiative and lobbied a few merchants to support the shopkeeper, his eloquence has become better and his words have become sharper day by day.The shopkeeper's wife did not show any weakness, and immediately retorted, and the two fought together.

"Actually, the key depends on the character of the mistress." Ah Xiang lowered her eyes, barely daring to look at me, "I heard that Guo Daxian made a fortune for Mr. Zhuge two days ago, saying that his future wife must be rich. Wangfu Xingzi has only one shortcoming - not being virtuous enough. Thinking about it, it may not be easy to make a living under her hands."

Guo Daxian seldom made prophecies that would make customers unhappy, but this time he was uncharacteristically, which seemed extremely credible.However, anyway, I will not be Kong Ming's concubine, so what does it matter to me whether the divination is accurate or not?