Chapter 25: Jinshan

It’s a pleasant thing to be able to see your sweetheart when the sun rises and the fog rises. The premise is that there are no people around you who hate it.
Shi Feixian never found out that he hated the class so much. The two of them could have had little intersection, but why did the class come close to Rong Bo? Rong Boye was a filbert for his mother for three years, and he was also a father for three years. Later, the only brother who died was dying. He was left alone in Cheng’an.
His Majesty liked his talent, and pity that he was so young that he would lose his family, so he did not let him down and waited for him to still attack the Earl.
Shi Feixian was distressed into Aberdeen. In the past, although he was always handsome, talking and doing things made people feel like a spring breeze, but when they encountered so many sad things, how could they not be sad at all, Rong Boye... just use a smile to cover up.
She often thinks, if it is possible to live with Rong Bo, what a wonderful thing.
But this time it was not so beautiful. She looked at the pair of men and women riding the horse not far away, although the distance between the two was half a horse, but in the eyes of Shi Feixian, this The distance has already made her uneasy.
"Parking." She opened the curtain and walked down with her hand. She did not believe that she was standing here, and Rong Boye would not see her.
Looking at the beauty in the middle, the beauty will look more beautiful. The classmates looked at Shi Feixian who stood there and couldn't help but let the horse stop and let himself appreciate the beauty for a while.
Seeing her stop, Rong Xiaoxiao asked: "The county owner, how did you suddenly stop?"
"I am enjoying the scenery," the class blinked. "If you are shocked, you will be like a fairy."
Rong Yan looked at her in the eyes and saw Shi Feixian standing under the tree. The other party wore a light green tunic shirt with a silver cloak on her body. It seemed to have the beauty of being incompetent.
"There is a fog in the white, where is the beauty?" Rong Rong took back the line of sight and smiled. "Does the county owner play this?"
The class looked at Rong Rong differently. Is this really not to put Shi Feixian in his eyes?
But in front of this man, the smile is gentle, and the most picky woman in the world can see that there is nothing wrong with him. She smiled and said: "Bo is really interesting."
Shi Feixian, who fascinated the two emperors, in the eyes of Rong Rong, is no different from the white fog. This is really interesting and interesting.
The two were talking, and Shi Feixian had already walked over with him to this side: "Rong Bo, the county magistrate, it is so clever."
Ban Yu feels that Shi Feixian’s look at his own eyes is not like
good luck
. It is more like
How is this inconvenience here?
But she has never cared about these things, so she’s a little bit about Shi Feixian. After I turned my head, I didn’t speak.
There is not much speculation in the words. She is not interested in performing a sister relationship with another woman in front of a beautiful man. It is better to have a few eyes than a man.
A good-looking man is always worth looking at.
"Miss Shi." Rong Yu rode on the horseback and gave a tribute to Shi Feixian. "I don't know where Miss Shi wants to go?"
Shi Feixian returned to Rong Rong, a Wanfuli: "Today, my brother accompanied me to the Buddha. I never wanted to meet the grandfather here." She toned her voice and looked over the class. "The grandfather and the county owner went out to play." What?"
Ban Yi turned his head and said: "Rong Bo, I will not bother you to chat with Miss Shi, take the first step and leave."
"It’s just happened to meet with the county magistrate," Rong Rong patted the horse under his body. "Miss Shi, leave."
Shi Feixian smiled and smiled: "Slow down."
She looked at the back of Rong Rong’s departure with the class, and pinched the handkerchief so that the smile on her face was still warm and radiant.
"Rong Bo," a black man rode on the big head and took a punch on Rong Rong. His eyes fell on the class, "Ban County."
Banyan looked at the man and looked at it for a while: "Shi Gongzi?"
Recently, Beijing is very popular to wear black robes? A Xie Chong'an is not enough. Now there is another Shi Jin.
Shi Jin’s tight face was slightly relieved:
It’s just down, the class is good.

"You are not going to the northwest camp?" Ban Yi still had some impressions on Shi Jin, because he was the most outstanding among the aristocratic children. Even some people praised him for the wind of the quiet pavilion. Hey, remember him.
Of course, the wind of this quiet pavilion is not her father, but her grandfather Jingting.
"The mother has a disease, and as a human being, she can worry about her mother outside." Shi Jinchao held a fist in the direction of the palace. "Fortunately, he fell down and took the post of Wei Wei Si Qing, and was able to reunite with his family."
It is no wonder that Shi Feixian went to the Buddha. It turned out that Mrs. Shi was in poor health.
"It turns out that," Ban Yi did not return to the ceremony, "Zhou Lingtang recovered soon."
"Thank you for the county owner." Shi Jin saw the class father and son rushed over and gave them a ritual.
The Shijia and the class are the legendary control group. One is the model for the imperial court to try their best to kill the dead. One is the aristocrat who is busy with the cat and the dog, so there is not much exchange between the two.
Although Ban Huai received an errand in the DPRK, it was a leisure time that was not a clerk, and Ban Heng did not even have a leisure time, so there was nothing to say between the three people. Eyes are small.
Shi Jin couldn't help but look at the class, she was dressed in a goose-yellow ride, wearing an apricot-yellow cloak, and her hair was dressed as a man's hair, but she was wearing an extremely golden crown, with a picture on her forehead. The red five-petal flower, the whole person looks very lively.
"I haven't seen it for more than two years, and the county's main character is better than in previous years." After saying this, he was a little abrupt. When he turned the subject, "the morning fog is cold, please ask the county owner to return home earlier and say goodbye."

"Shi Daren is really a homely man," Rong Rong smiled and held a fist to Shi Jin, "Shi Daren please."
"Jingting Hou, please, Cheng Anbo, please, the county owner, the son of the family." Shi Jin rides the horse back half a step, indicating the other side first.
Seeing his movements, the smile on Rong Rong’s face has not changed.
The stone man quit.

He turned to look at the class: "The county owner, let's go."
The class nodded and smiled at Shi Jin. The legs were on the horse's belly and the horse ran.
"Brother," Shi Feixian sat in the carriage, opened the curtains and looked at Shi Jin, who was riding next to him. He hesitated and said: "You are familiar with the class lord?"
My elder brother has always been ignorant. I have just said a few words to the classmate. Is it true that the men in the world who see the gorgeous face will not become like themselves? Brother, this is the case, even...
Shi Jinluo shook his head: "I saw her the same age as you, and I want to come to Japan for more time. I will say a few more words."
Shi Feixian wants to say that she doesn't like the woman in class, and she doesn't have any contact with her, but she is afraid of saying this. The elder brother will think that she is rude, and she will swallow it back.
Cheng'an Bofu and Jingting Houfu are separated by a certain distance, so after they walked together for a while, they returned to the government.
Just had lunch after the day, Banyan heard the next person to report, Cheng Anbo came up, and sent some things to come. The class rushed over and saw that there were several boxes of good leather, fire fox skin and white fox skin in the yard. Every piece of leather was intact, and there was no variegation.
"Sister, these leathers are good things that you can't afford to pay for," Ban Heng added to the class. "Cheng Aib is too big."
"Yeah, even people become abundance. When are you going to buy something worthy of money?" Banyan turned a blind eye to Ban Heng. "You are my brother."
"If I am not your brother, can you give me flowers to spend?" Ban Heng smiled and smiled. "Then I don't have money."
As a child of Houfu, I usually go out to play with a few friends. From time to time, I have to go to his sister to play the autumn wind. This is the sadness that no one even believes when I go out.
Banyan opened a small box on the top, which contained a set of ruby ​​jewelry. After she picked up the notes in the box, she took the box away.
"Sister, Cheng Anbo is so generous, my heart is a bit unreliable." Ban Heng looked at the box of ruby ​​head, always felt that something was wrong. Cheng Anbo screamed at the name given to him, but the things he sent were all for his sister. Is this a little bit of thinking...

Do you know who this set of jewelry was originally intended for?

"Who?"
Banyan put the note in the hands of Ban Heng: "Look at yourself."
After Ban Heng finished reading, he only took a handful. It was not easy to become Amber. At the age of fifteen, she lost her mother. At the age of 19, she lost her father and lost her brother. This set of heads was originally prepared for his brothers. As a result, his father and brother were gone, and the big man returned to his family to remarriage. This set of heads was also placed.
The words are very good, called gems with beautiful people, I am afraid that I do not want to see these sad things, they are sent with these fox fur.
Before dinner, Rong Rong received a gift from Jingting Houfu, a snack party, two boxes of snacks, and... a book.
It is said that the manuscript of "Donghai Ji", which has been lost, is a very famous big talent a hundred years ago.
The long-lost "Westbound Living Note" is a lonely book.
Legendary reading of the complete book is like walking the Wanli Road's "North Travel" alone.
And... "Nan Ke Meng"? !
"Nan Ke Meng" who wants to take a look at the dreams of the world? !
With these four books, Rong Rong felt like he was holding a golden mountain.
Looking up at the writers who looked down on Jingting Hou, know... is the collection of Jingting Houfu so rich?