Chapter 120: A secret letter

Yueyuanyuan wore a water-red shirt today. Her sleeves were like flowing water when she played the piano. She no longer looked like a little girl, but she looked like a coquettish lady at home. Jiang Lingfei laughed: "With a pearl flower tincture, you can go out and marry someone."
"What, I won't marry." Yue Yuanyuan held the strings. "This was sent by Liu Ye in the morning. She was snob-eyed. When the three young masters were not at home, they didn't treat me badly, but I've never sent such good clothes, and I'm not trying to take over the future. "
"Looking at the clothes style, she's afraid she misunderstood what's going on between you and me." Jiang Lingfei lowered his glass and reminded, "Be careful not to marry in the future."
Yueyuanyuan didn't care about it. Misunderstanding, misunderstand it. Anyway, he didn't want to marry for a while, and he was still waiting for the three masters to become the head of the house and promote himself to be the housekeeper of Jiangfu!
That's right, our Yuanyuan girl is so entrepreneurial. Before you reach the peak of life, what kind of love and love you have to stand aside, even everyone in the rivers and lakes admires and is dazzling. Jiang Sanshao, she didn't really want to marry.
"There are more people like Liu Ye in the family." Yue Yuanyuan continued, "Everyone now knows that His Royal Highness Xiao is good with Master Three and good with Master Five, but not with Big Master alone. OK, so ah, many people who were standing at the front of Hongyelou started to shake. "
Hongling Tower is the courtyard where Jiang Lingxu lived. All the guests are in the doorway. It has indeed been a lot of depression recently. Instead, it is a smokey yarn that has not seen a figure for thousands of years. It has gradually become lively and noisy. Come to all kinds of treasures, saying that it is for the three young masters and Yuanyuan girls to relax and enjoy the fun.
Jiang Lingfei closed her eyes halfway, and then thought about it. In the early autumn, the breeze blows down a residual flower, and the tree shadow swayes. "Shasha" is accompanied by the sound of cymbals, the subtle fragrance floats, and the dark sound also floats, which makes people more and more drowsy, but this good evening time, Uninvited guests are coming to disturb.
The courtyard door was pushed open with a squeak, the piano sound stopped abruptly, and Yueyuan rose to salute: "Master."
Jiang Lingfei also opened his eyes and sat up yawning: "Why is your brother here?"
"I just went to visit my uncle. It's too early to see you, so I came to see you." Jiang Lingxu signaled that the others were backing down without turning around, "I heard that King Xiao and Wushu went to Jinfeng City, and they are rushing together Back to the river? "
Jiang Lingfei nodded: "I expect to be here in the next two days." He was sleepy, his clothes were still stained with residual wine and flowers, and a wavy image of fireworks all year round, which had nothing to do with the word "head" .
Jiang Lingxu looked at this younger brother, his throat rolled, he really wanted to ask, why?
Why did you come back, why did you suddenly have a close relationship with Uncle Wu, and why did Xiao Xiao mix in? What happened to the old piano of Yaleju, and what exactly did Yun Yifeng take away from him ... There are too many and many questions. In recent months, various things have piled up, each one is so counterintuitive, and each one has hit the Jiang family in a daze and caught off guard. Originally in the position of the incumbent, he suddenly became like a moon in the water and sand in the wind, becoming a rampant and out of reach.
Jiang Lingxu was completely panicked.
Although in the eyes of the descendants, the young master is still as usual and is dealing with home affairs in a daily manner, but only he knows what it means if Jiang Lingfei, Jiang Nanzhen and Ji Yanran join forces.
Jiang Lingfei said: "The five uncles have great skills, and the elder brother didn't know it on the first day. To be honest, I don't even know when he became friends with Wang."
As he said it, he poured a glass of wine with his own hands and casually said, "What's so good about being in charge? It takes a lot of work and has to be calculated. If your uncle is not in charge, now you won't be able to survive." "I won't die, brother said yes?"
Jiang Lingxu held a wine glass, his fingers trembled, and he worked alone for more than ten years, carefully laid out step by step, seeing that the goal will be achieved, but ... how can he be willing, but he has to be willing.
Jiang Lingfei shook his head secretly and drank all the pear blossoms in his hand. The sweet and refreshing entrance was the best wine.
It's a pity that this good wine can't be shared with friends. Instead, it is really disappointing to look at Brother's bitter and bitter face.
...
In the autumn, Danfeng City, really full of cities and mountains, are golden red maple forests, which are so beautiful and magnificent that they are exposed to the sun.
The literary talents went out for a city outing, sung and sang, and the poetry danced like snow. Yun Yifeng had a good time, and he drank a few drinks of other people's wine and ate half of the roast chicken that didn't cost money.
Ji Yanran asked, "Did you not write two sour poems?"
"If I write poems, I naturally write the first to Wang Ye, how can I let others take advantage of it first." Yun Yifeng finished, passing the chicken leg in his hand to Mei Zhusong, "the senior tasted it, the barbecue chef claimed From Qianlun Prairie, it's a hometown taste. "
Mei Zhusong laughed: "After the Northwest Great Victory, Daliang and the various ministries signed a peace treaty, and they frequent each other. Many of my people went to Daliang to study and do business. This is all due to Wang Ye."
Yun Yifeng wiped his hands, and reluctantly glanced up the mountain.
Rich and stable, prosperous culture, all ethnic groups are harmonious, drunk in the golden autumn scenery.
This should be the most admired in the history books, Qingping prosperous.
It was only the Qingping prosperity, but also the troubles of Qingping prosperity.
For example, if you are born in a troubled world and you do n’t have enough food in your stomach, no one will still have the thoughts and fight for what the is.
...
In the palace, Li Zhi is reviewing the memorial. There is another table underneath, and Li Zheng holds a thick book in his hand, and he looks drowsy, drowsy, and just lies on the ground for 300 years. He thought he was returning to Wangcheng this time, because he also made some small credits in the northwest, so he would definitely be able to live a royal life with a starling, a flower, and a drunken gold fan. The performance of the Northwest seems less sloppy, and has a bit of a big-picture concept, so Li Min ordered him to read the Bingshu policy and great country etiquette, and learn how to be a qualified royal relative in the future. Need-anyway, now the Yang family is down, not afraid to reproduce another mess.
Li Xuan was so sad that he had seven or eight times of courage, and he didn't dare tell the emperor that he really wanted to open a tailor shop, a flower, bird, fish and insect shop, or whatever.
A letter from the father-in-law Desheng whispered, "Flying Eagle stepped in."
"Flying Eagle" is not a person, but a court institution responsible for listening to news from all walks of life. Li Yan picked up the fire paint, a thin piece of paper, and only wrote a few lines of words on it, but he saw his brows froze for a long time. The atmosphere was too depressing, and even Li Ye who was so depressed didn't dare to yawn anymore, only thinking in fear, what was happening again?
After a long time, Li Min wrote a secret message.
"Anxious for eight hundred miles, put it into the hands of King Xiao at the fastest speed!"
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Jiangjia Mountain Villa is planted with strange flowers and weeds everywhere, and Yun Yifeng strolls around. He still likes smoke and moon gauze.
Jiang Lingfei said: "If you like it, you can stay for a few more days. The grapes on the rack are ripe. Pick some and I will teach you how to make wine. There is smoked red meat from Chuzhou, which is sliced ​​and grilled with charcoal. It's best served with sweet wine. "
"Also in this smoke and moon yarn, there is still some human fun." Yun Yifeng poured wine. "Fenyuanyuan girl took me to Yaleju, and met many people along the way, either trembling or glaring, or else It's anti-thief-like vision, and a layer of fur is required on the back. "
Jiang Lingfei laughed: "When the five uncles take over, we will return to Wangcheng. Although this smoke and moon yarn is good, it will be out of the moon and moon yarn, but it is really boring elsewhere, it is better to go back and accompany the goddess."
The two were talking. Mei Zhusong came in from outside the hospital carrying the medicine box. He had been seeing Jiang Nandou for the past few days and had spent a lot of energy.
"Senior, please sit down." Yun Yifeng moved the bamboo chair for him and asked, "How is Jiang Zhangmen?"
"Restoration is pretty good," Mei Zhusong said. "I used silver needles to stimulate his acupuncture points, and I already have some consciousness."
Jiang Lingfei was pleased: "Really?"
Mei Zhusong nodded: "However, when he practiced his practice, he went into the devil and hurt his vitality. Even if he can wake up in the future, I am afraid that he will fall into the root of the disease. He must be recuperated and in charge.
"As long as my uncle can wake up, he doesn't have to be in charge." Jiang Lingfei said. "It's really impossible, so I will buy a house for him in Wangcheng to live a happy life."
As for who will be responsible for the Jiang family's affairs in the future, Jiang Nanzhen's takeover ceremony will be set ten days later. His arrogance was so high that he even carried his disciples with his toes high, as if walking side by side with a crab. The first person was Jiang Lingxu-he was ridiculed, he couldn't turn back, if there was more, there would be more. As for the Jiangling Temple, because the ambition had not been exposed before, his ambition had been stabbed before he had taken the lead, and Li Qinghai wrote a letter again, ordering it not to cause any trouble, so everyone only regarded him as the elegant four masters. Not much to lose.
People with mouth loss are secretly joking, saying what Hongluolou, alas, the younger master now, but not even the pheasant in the rack.
At sunset, Jiang Nanzhen was closing his eyes and performing power exercises. There was no wind around him, but the lights on the table were slightly shaking.
A man appeared silently in the room.
Jiang Nanzhen opened his eyes, looked at each other coldly, and asked, "What is going on with those accounts?"
There is no such thing as "Qin Chi", but the so-called Qin Chi is just a reminder of Ji Yanran's old piano in his anxiety. What really exists is the masked black man in front of him from beginning to end.
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