Chapter 12: 泥泥砚

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After a moment, the door of the Mongolian Pavilion was opened, and Sang Chen’s clean robes, although old, were very clean and fresh, and a pair of clear eyes, like the washed blue sky, clear and pure, some confused Looking to the late green.
The evening green was stunned by his look. I didn’t know what to say. I was blushing and looking for help.
During this period of quiet waiting, Yan Yan was calm enough and her heart was well prepared. She did not intend to waste time, and asked straightforwardly: "This is the downfall, where did you come from?"
Sang Chen’s gaze shifted to the platform and smiled.
This is done underneath. Zhou Lang is under the life. The mother saved him. She should be thankful, but there is no long thing in the lower body... I laughed.

"What do you do?" Yan Yan's mood is complicated, but it is not a loss. There is a world-class expert who is pointing to the maze, and it will only appear on TV. She did not have much hope.
When she passed through, she was smashed by the squatting platform, and then she was twisted off the cervical vertebra. It was easy to use the squatting platform to lick the back of the head. If you want to find a first cervical vertebra that can accurately hold people in the world, quickly tighten it. Broken, I am afraid it is not easy. Moreover, it is really broken, and who can guarantee that she will be able to wear it back?
These things, Yan Yan has long thought about it, but when there is a chance of nothing, I can't help but want to catch it.
When Sang Chen saw Yan Yan, he looked at the stage and was in a daze. Some of them said: "If she doesn't like this party, there are still many in the house..."
"Oh, very good, thank you, don't bother." Yan Yan slightly bowed, turned and left.
The expression of Sang Chen became more and more confused. This matter, from the beginning to the end, he did not understand.
In fact, people who don't understand the situation are not limited to Sang Chen. Late Green catches up with Yan Yan, and is about to export the things that ask about the collapse of the Taiwanese. However, after discovering the soapy scent of the power, it reveals a slightly lost face, and then swallows the words to the mouth, but only takes over the collapse. Asked: "Is the mother still going to the city?"
Yan Yan looked at the sky, should not have arrived, "Go, let's go."
The two men returned to Zhuangmenkou, and the green carriage was ready to be seen in the evening. It would not be a good idea to sigh that half of the money. Otherwise, if it is normal, how can the servants who hold the highs in the courtyard be so good.
Yan Yan did not care about those trivial things. Looking at the downfall, she still couldn’t feel at ease. When the two men passed the arch bridge, Yan Yan suddenly stepped on one foot and slammed into the water. He was surprised at the late green, and did not care about the platform in his hand.
The two people have not yet stood still, only smelling "jingle", the pure muddy enamel that has been exposed to the rose purple is just falling on the steps, watching the fragments that have fallen apart, and Yan Yanzhen slightly shrinks, such a picture How similar, as if you can clearly feel the pain of the fracture of the neck bone, the face of the face hidden in power is not a white.
"Mother..." After the two stood, they were very green and elegant.
Yan Yan spit out a sigh of relief and said: "Put the pieces and throw them into the river. If you stay here, you will hurt people."
Late green should have a cry, smashed down the shards, only a few pieces, found that Yan Yan also kneel down to help, watching the morning light, looming in the black soap yarn, the late green heart can not help but sigh, seriously ill After the game, my mother is really different.
"Mother, you are getting up, slaves are so good!" Late Green returned, and quickly said.
"No problem, faster, we have to enter the city!" Yan Yan smiled.
Two people quickly cleaned up the debris. When they returned to the gate of the government, the driver had waited a little anxious. When they saw the figure of the two people, they could not help but urge: "The seventeen mothers are faster, there is only this carriage on the village, say no. When will the quasi-management be used!"
Evening green was wronged by Yan Yan, and a prostitute was actually called by a driver. Although the driver’s words were not malicious, this is a treatment that prostitutes should not suffer.
Yan Yan did not feel that there was anything wrong with it. She was helped by the late green.
The arrangement in the carriage is only one or a few, with a blue curtain, which is clean and has no trace of odor. Yan Yan has not seen this Zhuang management, but from the layout of a car can also vaguely guess this humanity, calm, rigid, and meticulous.
The carriage slowly moved, and Rao was calm and steady, but could not help but be a little excited. The grand occasion of the rule of Zhenguan has long been heard, and I am fortunate to see it with my own eyes. I am absolutely reluctant to regain my life.
Evening green also felt the joy of Yan Yan, but also jumped up and reached out and said: "Mother, we are less than five miles away from Suzhou City, but the scenery on one is good!"
Yan Yan took the power, and looked out the window. It was the Peony Garden that passed by that day, and the peony in the morning light had some signs of decline. It is already early summer, and the peony should begin to wither.
The carriage is driving on a stranger, the bumps are abnormal, and there is no such thing as a scenic spot. After about two moments, the car gradually calmed down.
Four or five miles, even if it is a long walk, it will not be long. Once the car enters the official road, it will soon see the city wall.
As the speed of the horse slowed down, the sound of the bustling outside became bigger and bigger, and Yan Yan opened the curtain and watched the crowds at the gates of the city, watching their clothes and dresses with enthusiasm and manners.
The dresses of the South and the Wei and Jin Dynasties are very strong. Most of them are wide-sleeved gowns. The hands are like flowing water, like clouds, warm and free-spirited, hair is shiny, with hoes, and some men wear round neck narrow-sleeved shirts. Ankle boots with a skull on the head.
The round neck narrow-sleeved shirt is influenced by the Hufu, and it is the prototype of the Tang suit that is praised by future generations. It is also the most fashionable style nowadays.
The style of women's clothing is more varied, and the dresses, the chest skirts, the straight robes... are all covered under the power saponin, looming, and the reality is not as vivid as most, most of them The women are dressed in cloth, and the color is dark, not the silky satin powder.
It’s like a dress in the face of Yan Yan. If you go to the crowd, you can count as a noble person.
The coachman was very familiar with the city, knowing that Yan Yan wanted to go to the East, and he copied it.
The Tang Dynasty was implemented in the city market. The layout of the city was like a chessboard. The regular squares were criss-crossed. The square is a residential area for people, and the city is a commercial area separate from the square. It is surrounded by walls, open in the daytime, and curfews are imposed at night.
Therefore, after entering the city, the place was very quiet, surrounded by white walls, bluestone alleys, and small bridges. Even though Suzhou City was built in the same way as Chang'an, it was definitely different from Chang'an.
After a while, Yan Yan vaguely heard some hustle and bustle, guessing that the East Market is coming soon.
This room is green and happy to say: "Mother, to the East!"
The city of Dongdong has to go through a city gate, and there are also soldiers guarding it, but it is not necessary to check it like entering the city. It is much faster when it comes to the city.
After the carriage entered the East City, it stopped by the side, and the driver opened the curtain and said: "Seventeen mothers, to the place, Zhou Guanzhi is afraid that when I want to use the car, I have to go back, you only need to go back. Spend four money to hire a car in the city."
After the evening green helped Yan Yan get out of the car, he couldn't help but scream. Yan Yan did not have any money to reward the driver, only said: "No problem, I will help you, I will thank you after I go back."
The coachman was a man of about forty or fifty years old. He said that Yan Yan said this, and sighed: "You are the mother of the family, and it is not necessary to send the Lord."
The coachman jumped into the car and drove the carriage out of the East Gate. When he got to the door, he looked back.
Although far away, Yan Yan also saw that there was something in his gaze, called mercy.
Yan Yan smiled, the situation is not the worst, there is no need to pity, she has never been obedient. In the lively East City, coupled with the green of the night, Yan Yan's mood is good.
When the two of them were carrying each other and were about to go forward, the crowds not far from the front suddenly gathered together, pointing fingers, not so busy, and especially men. Some people are not self-sustaining, and they just want to stretch their necks.
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