Chapter 139: How can love (2)

Yun Qianyue got in the car first, and saw Rongjing standing by the car and looking at her. She was helpless and reached out to pull him into the car again.
Rong Jing sat firmly against the wall of the car, and Yun Qiangyue reached out and rubbed her sore arm. These days, she was also physically exhausted after reading and sleeping. And all thanks to this guy. She glared at Rongjing and took out her veil from her arms to wipe the sweat on her forehead.
Rong Jing glanced at his veil that Yun Qianyue still used in his hand. His poetic face glowed with warmth, and he reached into his arms, took out the veil and wiped the sweat on his face, warming the string song Instructed, "Go to Zuixianglou!"
"Yes!" Xing Ge waved the whip, and the carriage steadily walked up.
Yun Qianyue wiped the sweat and put the veil into his arms again.
Rong Jing glanced at her and reminded, "That's my veil, don't you plan to return it to me?"
Yun Qingyue gave a hand and stuffed the veil into his arms again. He said unkindly to himself: "Don't you have the old emperor who gave you a satin silk brocade? How much can you do? Phra? I think the fabric is easy to use, soft and sweaty. I want it."
"You're so welcome!" Rong Jing glanced at her.
Yun Qianyue snorted, believing. These days she understands that she can't be polite with anyone. This person is not worthy of being polite. Because he is black and never polite. What did she black him for? Far worse than his black heart.
Rong Jing no longer spoke, and closed his eyes tiredly.
Yun Qingyue saw that he got in the car at this time, and no one heard them except the string song. She also remembered how the Buddha statue was hidden by Xiangquan Mountain, but it was not true to see her appearance. Well, what he said was that she felt that he was ridiculed because of the cold air, but after giving him a pulse, she knew that it was indeed true. She flattened the corner of her mouth, and finally didn't ask. Feeling that this person was ill, she couldn't be too inhumane to ask questions.
Yun Qianyue slept in the pavilion of Jiaochang, and now she was not sleepy at all. She picked the car curtain and looked out.
Rong Jing opened her eyes and looked at her, then closed her eyes, which did not prevent her from picking the curtain to look out.
The flow of people on the streets today is still as prosperous as in the past, and there are endless screams. Various antiques, jade, calligraphy and painting, food, juggling, playthings, etc. are all sold out. As the carriage moved, the street was full of excitement.
Yun Qianyue has come to this world either sleeping in a carriage or being literate in Yun Wang Mansion and Rong Wang Mansion, and has not really walked the street. She looked at people with interest or bought or sold with great interest. The number of shopping in the past and present life is limited.
"Have you heard? Miss Qingyue is going to marry the son of Wenbohou Mansion. Today she actually asked the emperor to marry him at the Wu Zhuangyuan General Assembly. Wenbohou Mansion was killed by a door full of people ten years ago. Such a descendant." A voice suddenly passed into Yun Qianyue's ears, which he was watching with great interest.
Yun Qingyue froze, turned his head along the voice, and saw a group of people gathered around the street. The person who spoke was a man, about thirty years old, with a beard on his face, and the others were old. Little, there are men and women, all are gossip like a surprise.
"I also heard that the only son who survived in Wenbohoufu was named Rong Feng!" said another man.
"Yes, yes, it's called Rong Feng. Wen Bohou Mansion is a side branch of Rong Wang Mansion. This son Rong Feng just entered Beijing yesterday and now lives in Rong Wang Mansion!" Another younger man nodded again and again. "My aunt who was waiting in the courtyard of the Second Lady of Rongwang Mansion yesterday came home to visit relatives and said. This son Rong Feng was taken care of by Jing Shizi very much!"
"Isn't this Miss Qingyue and Mr. Rong Feng known for a long time? Or why did she ask the emperor to give her a marriage today! Smashed everything in the study. If a cousin of mine just came out from the Prince's Mansion." Another man wondered.
"It should have been known before. But this is also inaccurate. Miss Qingyue has always been scrupulous in her work. She does whatever she wants. If you think about it, you can do it quickly. You might say that your prince is not good, and you look at Rong Feng." A man nodded his head in agreement, "Who called His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to imprison Miss Qianyue in the Imperial Palace that day and hurt Miss Qingyue's heart!"
"Well, I heard that at the Wu Zhuangyuan Conference today, Master Rong Feng’s martial arts were unmatched, and he wanted to fight thousands of people. It was still Miss Qingyue who felt unfair for him and asked the emperor to say that he might be tired. There is only one talent missing from Tiansheng. The little royal prince did not see it, but he asked the emperor to end. He shared the people who participated in the Wu Zhuangyuan conference with Rong Feng, and the emperor allowed it! Finally, the little prince and Rong Feng The sons will win together, and tomorrow will have another victory." Another man said again.
"It is said that this Rong Feng son is not only good at martial arts, but also looks good. It is not inferior to Jing Shizi's appearance! Since he is a descendant of Wen Bohou, it must be a talent. It is said that Miss Asagi is afraid that he will win tomorrow. After being picked up by another woman after the Wu Zhuangyuan conference, she had to be the first person to marry him. However, Miss Qingyue's identity was more than ordinary people. The emperor did not agree, and Miss Qingyue almost died...." Another man said.
Yun Qianyue heard the corners of her mouth twitching, and did not expect men to gossip like this, and it was more than gossip than women. She really wanted the old emperor to marry Rong Feng at that time, but when did she die? Looked at those people extremely speechless.
"If this Rong Feng son won the No. 1 champion tomorrow, the future is boundless! Miss Qianyue has a vision!" A middle-aged aunt, with a basket of eggs hanging on her arm, praised Yun Qianyue.
"Yeah, portraits of Rong Feng son are now sold in Mobaozhai! I just came out from Mobaozhai and saw the portrait of Rongfeng son! It really is a handsome son! I also think that Miss Qingyue has a vision ." A petite woman huddled in the crowd, a little shyly.
"Pictures of Miss Qingyue are also sold in Mobaozhai. I also saw that the two portraits were put together, and it really is a pair of people!" Make a woman envious.
"A man is talented, a woman is good-looking. If it really makes sense, it's a long story." An old lady of about sixty, holding a chicken in her hand, has a voice that is old but can't stop a young heart , "All the storytellers say so, talented ladies and beautiful ladies! The same is true of the playbook."
Yun Qianyue looked at the chicken in the old lady's hand, and her small face was twisted. Wasn't Rong Feng only coming to Beijing yesterday and making a sensation today? His portrait came out too quickly. I never thought that there were smart people in ancient times who knew to seize business opportunities!
"Unfortunately, Miss Qingyue is the daughter-in-law of Rongwang's Mansion. It may not be easy to marry Prince Rong Feng." One of the women was veiled, delicate and tender, standing at the end of the crowd, supported by his maidservant, dressed The clothes were excellent, apparently passing by, and when people heard what they said, they stopped and listened, looking like everyone's boudoir.
"Yeah, although Prince Rong Feng was a side branch of Rong Wang Mansion, it is said to have been a side branch a hundred years ago, and his blood relationship with Rong Wang Mansion has long faded away. Since Wen Bohou was sealed as Hou Ye 20 years ago, it is considered Another portal has been established. There is only one son, Rong Feng, left alone in this Wen Bohou Mansion. I don’t have the right door with Miss Qingyue. Even if the emperor disregarded the ancestors’ ancestors’ consent, Yun Yunye and Yun Yun I'm afraid I won't agree." Another humane.
"That's not necessarily, what kind of character is Miss Qingyue? That's the Lord who can't be afraid every day. If she really does not want to marry Master Feng Rong Feng, even the emperor and the old Master Yun will not take her wrong, I am afraid this It might have happened." Another said again.
"Yeah, Miss Qingyue's perseverance. If you recognize one thing, you won't be able to pull back ten cows! Do you remember Miss Qianyue went out hunting the year before? It is said to chase a snow fox for three days and three days At night, I finally got the snow fox so tired that I couldn't run and caught it back." The other echoed.
"Yes, yeah, I remembered that there was such a thing. At that time, the teahouse restaurant said this thing! Everyone praised Miss Qingyue for her bravery not losing to men." The other also echoed.
"Today's matter, the teahouse is now a storyteller who is also saying, why don't we all listen to it?" one asked.
"Okay, let's go and listen!" Everyone agreed immediately.
Just walk away, and in a flash a group of people rushed towards the teahouse opposite. Even the woman holding the child, the aunt who hung the egg basket, and the old lady holding the chicken followed. The young lady who stood at the back of the crowd and listened to the veiled lady hesitated for a moment. Followed.
Yun Qianyue watched the group of people enter the teahouse with a lot of soup, and stared at the teahouse for a long while before taking back his eyes silently. Today, she accidentally made another sensation, fearing it would be an exaggeration. She contributed after-chat public opinion to the broad masses of people in ancient times. The most important thing is that she increased her business for that teahouse and made a business opportunity for Na Mo Bao Zhai to produce her portrait.
Yun Qianyue looked up at the sky and saw that the weather was fine in the morning. It was covered with dark clouds for a moment, just like her trembling heart now. Withdrawing her sight, she stared at the teahouse again, and saw that there was a lot of enthusiasm at the place. Only people went in, and no one came out. Through the window, people were crowded and the business was so hot. She also wanted to listen to her, but she couldn't squeeze in the small body that she had lost her martial arts now, and she could only dispel the idea.
But she was still a little unwilling, and she looked at the plaque above the facade of the tea house, only to see a big sign with the words "a ray of tea" written on it. She remembered her name silently before taking back her sight. She was about to drop the curtain and found that the string song seemed to have forgotten to catch the car. She held the horse rein and looked at the tea house. Her face was weird. The carriage stalled. No wonder she could hear that. Long time! This guy also heard the words of those people.