Chapter 339: Change your status to marry Nan Jiaojiao

Nan Chengshu is holding the silver ticket.
Speaking of which, he also has a lot of private money.
It’s just that Su Ri Li never goes shopping, never spends time and drinks, buy whatever clothes you buy at home, you wear whatever clothes you buy, and you buy the four treasures of the study.
Give him the bank note, he doesn't know where to spend it.
Nan Baozhu looked at him at a loss while holding the silver ticket, and secretly tugged Nan Baoyi's cuffs, and handed her a suggestive look.
Nan Baoyi was at a loss, "Why?"
"One hundred thousand taels of silver tickets, let's knock on his bamboo stick and let him buy us delicious ones from the street to the end of the street!" Nan Baozhu smiled and shook his fingers, "Li Ji's pomegranate, Fu Weizhai’s hairy crabs, Sanxianglou’s chestnut cakes...Oh, there are so many, anyway!"
She said, swallowing herself.
She dragged Nan Baoyi to Nan Chengshu, "Brother, are you worried about spending money? Why don't you take us to the street to buy delicious food, Jiaojiao and I want to eat!"
Nan Baoyi: "..."
No, she doesn't want to eat.
Nan Chengshu never bought anything for his two younger sisters.
He smiled gently and nodded obediently, "Okay, I'll take you to buy delicious food, and then buy some things you like."
Nan Baozhu cheered.
Nan Baoyi secretly observed the fourth elder brother while riding the carriage to the street.
He was sitting by the window, holding an ancient book in his hand, reading it very seriously.
He was born pure and beautiful, with two small dimples when he laughed, and the weak and weak bookish air, so cute and cute, very painful.
In the previous life, after the family fell, he couldn't afford to continue his studies.
He tried to do business, but it was a mess.
Later, when the eldest brother met her in the palace, he told her that the fourth brother had set up a stall on the street and made a living by writing home letters and couplets for others.
Because she was worried that she would be frozen in the palace, the fourth brother only ate two steamed buns every day. After saving for more than a month, he finally bought a flower jacket for her and sent it to the palace with the eldest brother.
Nan Baoyi thought, but the tip of his nose was sour again.
She felt sorry for the fourth brother.
The carriage stopped at the junction.
Stepping out of the carriage, facing the prosperous scene and all kinds of delicious food, Nan Baozhu ran away with Ning Wanzhou like a little pony that couldn't be held.
Nan Chengshu was very nervous.
He wasn't used to coming to such a lively place, so he stammered: "Four sister, yes, will it, run away?"
"Don't worry, I grew up in this city, and I won't be lost."
Nan Baoyi said, seeing that Nan Chengshu's cuffs were a little damaged, she couldn't help but said: "Fourth brother is such an adult, why don't you even know if the cuffs are broken? I'll make up for you."
He Yesheng was afraid that the embroidery needle would hurt her young lady's fingers, and was about to do it for her. Nan Baoyi smiled and said, "I will come by myself. I have never repaired my brother's clothes. I want to try it."
She, there are so many owed to the Nan family.
Doing some small things within your power will make the fourth brother happy.
If the fourth brother is happy, she will be happy too.
Jinyumantang restaurant in the distance.
Xiao Yi just finished a banquet.
The banquet with several heavyweight leaders in Schrodinger's army can be regarded as winning their allegiance to them.
Shen Yichao sent the leaders downstairs, and Xiao Yi sat alone by the window.
He supported his cheek with one hand, and his large black and black gold robe fell to the ground.
Because he had drunk too much, Danfeng's eyes were slightly flushed, showing a strange look.
Looking back inadvertently, she saw a carriage parked on the street, and Nan Jiaojiao was standing by the side of the car, sewing a man's sleeves.
The drunkenness above, instantly sober.
The hands on the string of the window tightened slightly, those Danfeng eyes gradually narrowed, and acidity surged in his chest, as if what he had just drunk was not wine but a jar of old vinegar.
On the street, Nan Baoyi bit the thread.
She smiled and adjusted the cuffs for her brother, "Going out like this will not make people laugh. Let's go to the clothing store and buy some new clothes for my fourth brother. I have to rush to Shengjing before the end of the year, so I have to wear better , Can’t call others a joke.

Nan Chengshu has a simple smile, and the two rows of white teeth are clean and tidy in the autumn sun, and his voice should be good.
With his hands in his sleeves, he obediently followed Nan Baoyi to the clothing store.
Above the tall buildings.
Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows.
It turned out to be that nerd in the house...
The jealous feeling in his heart dissipated. He picked up a bottle of wine and drank two sips comfortably before he got up and walked out of the lounge, "Thank you, prepare your horse."
Reorganizing the army is not an easy task.
What's more, he had to find a way to get a new identity so that he could marry Nan Jiaojiao after the new year.
He hasn't seen his little Jiao Niang who hasn't been through for half a month. It's fine today. Anyway, it's time to meet.
Jinguan City is prosperous.
The streets paved with white stone bricks are spacious and clean. There are rows of shops on both sides of the platform. Small vendors yelling and selling sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, hairy crabs, chrysanthemum wine, red pomegranates, persimmon cakes, hibiscus flowers and other seasonal items, attracting many children to watch.
A spacious and luxurious carriage came from the end of the street.
Lanterns hang down from the corners of the carriage, with the inscription "Jing".
The dense green bamboo curtain swayed slightly, revealing the luxurious silk skirt.
The beautiful white hands gently rolled up the green bamboo weaving curtains, and the maid looked back and smiled: "Wang Hao, Jinguan City is more prosperous than the slave maid's imagination."
Sitting in the shadow, the woman in Chinese clothes holds a tea cup with her fingertips, her face is cold.
The maid walked to her knees and said warmly: "Since your youngest son died 19 years ago, you have been depressed and broke. Now your sister sent a letter from your sister to ask you to take a trip to Jinguan City for her. Take the opportunity to relax and take good care of your body."
The woman in Chinese clothes sneered in a low voice: "Sister? My concubine arrogantly married Nanyue, and she hasn't seen her caring for 20 years. Only when my concubine needs her to do things for her, she thought of sending a letter from her family... , How can you put this concubine in your eyes?"
The maid smiled.
She beat the leg for the woman in the Chinese dress, "That Jingxihou is also your nephew. I heard that the past two years is very majestic, and everyone knows that he is famous in Shu County. The people praise him for his handsome appearance and true slave maid I want to see how beautiful it is, comparable to the elegance of His Royal Highness."
"A child who grew up in a poor country, indulged in his appearance like a blazing sun, but his temperament is ultimately no match for Wang Sun Guizhou who grew up in the palace."
The master and servant were talking, and Xiao Yi happened to be riding past the car window.
Military boots with leather belts and golden crowns in mysterious clothes.
The body is tall, tall and long, the side face is like metallographic jade, the bones are smooth, thin lips and high nose.
The most is the pair of Danfeng eyes, with the inner hooks and the outer hooks curled up, with a condescending posture, like a natural superior.
Xiao Yi and the carriage passed by.
The woman in Chinese clothes suddenly squeezed the tea cup.
She looked out the window incredulously.
The young man's back was sassy, ​​showing inattentive laziness.
Her voice trembled: "Did you see him?!"
The maid nodded nervously, "Looking at his attire, he is the second-pin Hou Ye, probably he is Jingxihou. If the youngest son is still alive, I am afraid that he will look like him."
The woman in Chinese clothes was already in tears.
She missed her child who died young.
After crying for a long time, she suddenly raised her head, "My sister only asked me to find this child and asked him to write back to Chang'an to report the whereabouts of Tianshu token and Shen Xiaolangjun, but did not ask him to return to Chang'an... Zhu Yao, you said, Can I ask him to pretend to be my child and return to Shengjing to become the son of Prince Jing?"