The light from the window shines obliquely.

Xu Jiaorong can even see the fine velvet on Bai Yujun's face in the light in front of the window. She is indeed beautiful. One glance can leave a deep impression that will never be forgotten. She is fresh and natural with a little charm. If she were a man, she would be fascinated by it.

, no wonder the neighbors call each other a goblin. It turns out that goblins are really beautiful.

"Girl... maybe my words are ugly, but my Hanwen family really likes girls, and you... are not suitable."

"He has been stubborn since he was a child. Once he is determined, he will never look back. He will only give up if you refuse. Please... you are a good girl..."

Xu Jiaorong was embarrassed. She wanted to explain but she didn't dare to say something ugly and anger the goblin.

Bai Yujun didn't know what to say.

Everything is a game between powerful people. Ordinary people at the bottom are just controllable chess pieces, not even chess pieces. Don't expect these high-ranking people to be kind and humane. They just pretend to be people.

See.

It's difficult to withdraw from a conspiracy, and you can't just withdraw if you want to.

It was like this in the ancient times. Not only are these powerful people indifferent and ruthless, but even ordinary businessmen will use any means to compete. They will not consider improving technology and improving product quality, but prefer to directly stumble or poison and frame them.

In fact, it is very convenient to kill competitors, but it is not worthwhile to invest money and effort in improving product quality.

The trends of the times are all based on virtue and limited vision.

"I know what to do. Just get up so that no one sees you causing trouble."

Xu Jiaorong got an ambiguous answer and planned to continue kneeling. Suddenly, a soft force lifted her up, and she stood up gracefully.

"Don't worry, I understand everything."

"Thank you girl..."

"It's okay, human meat is delicious anyway, chicken, duck, goose, fish and mutton are more delicious."

"..."

Xu Jiaorong stumbled and almost fell over. The good feeling she had just now was gone.

"Ha~ Just kidding, don't mind."

At this moment, the old Huixian next door met another calligraphy and painting buyer. This old man was very good-looking and had the temperament of Mr. Wolong Xianyun Yehe. He could confuse people for a long time with an indescribable sentence. Finally, he sighed with emotion and persuaded the customer to buy.

Painting is not a problem, in fact, if you open a health center, the business will be more prosperous.

The little stone came running over with a few grains of rice stuck to the corner of its mouth.

The door opened with a clang, startling Xu Jiaorong, and panting, she called for a certain businessman to come to her door.

"Boss Bai! Another fat guy has taken the bait! Kill him with a knife~!"

Bang~

Little Shitou stared blankly at the strange elder sister who was slumped on the chair with a pale face. He scratched his bald head and ran out quickly, hoping to help the master to continue to hold on to the fat.

Bai Yujun spread his hands in an innocent manner.

"I told you that Fatty is just a customer here to buy paintings. Do you believe it..."

After all, Xu Jiaorong still watched an old man come in to buy a painting, especially the white fog and rain on the West Lake, which he lingered for a long time and praised repeatedly. Like others, he doubted whether it was done by a certain Bai. It was because Bai Yujun looked too young.

How can a girl who stays in the boudoir all day be everyone?

Helpless, I took action and demonstrated at will.

Calligraphy and painting don't need to be repainted all over again. It only requires a few strokes. A talented person can naturally see the depth of painting skills contained in it. Bai Yujun splashed ink at will and painted a West Lake lotus.

The old man apologized on the spot and was considered a man of character.

"Girl, I'm so ignorant and dismissive. I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter, just like painting."

"Girl is righteous."

Xu Jiaorong watched blankly as a monster impressed the old man with his painting skills that were even better than those of humans. Does it mean that being a monster now requires talent?

I also didn’t buy the White Fog Rain on the West Lake, I only bought a painting worth one hundred taels of silver.

The old man lingered in front of the painting for a long time before leaving. He was obviously a person who loved painting and would inevitably linger when he saw a good painting. It was not Bai Yujun who was blowing cattle in the Southern Wilderness. His painting of white mist and rain on the West Lake was enough to become a great master.

Old Huixian looked like a virtuous eminent monk and sent away the customers with a calm smile. He was really smiling. The fifty taels of silver from the sales commission were of great use in rebuilding the Zhuquan Temple.

Xu Jiaorong was confused and didn't know how to get home, her head was in a mess.

She didn't know whether the witch had promised to refuse her brother any number of things she could do. She wanted to tell her brother to stay away from the succubus, but she also felt that her brother might not be obedient. With his temper, she would definitely run to ask the witch if she was a witch. What should she do if she angered the witch?

With my understanding of my brother, I will never guess wrong.

Xu Jiaorong sat at home and sighed, how could she meet monsters in such a big world? She wondered if she had offended the gods by not being pious enough to offer incense at Jinshan Yuan. She thought about going to pray again in the next few days. Monsters are good-looking, but they cannot get married.

What should I do if I give birth to a child with a long tail and horns...

Suddenly I felt my throat was dry, and I suddenly remembered that I hadn't eaten or drank anything all day and night. There were so many things going on that I felt dizzy.

Shaking his head and sighing, he went to the kitchen to prepare some porridge to eat.

While walking, Xu Jiaorong suddenly froze for a moment and couldn't remember what she had done in the past two days...

"It's strange. I remember that Hanwen has a girl he likes. Well, I took the time to ask. My parents left early. As Hanwen's wedding, I, as the sister, should help take care of it~"

Go to the kitchen to cook porridge...

…

Baiyao Tang.

Xu Xian was a little absent-minded and lost focus in doing things.

My mind is full of that beautiful white figure, and there is no room for anything else, but occasionally incongruous images come in, and the jade pendant mark is clearly swayed on my little palm, but it is always covered with an indifferent smile, sitting on the threshold eating snacks, squatting on the stone by the river.

Washing clothes on the steps, holding an umbrella and walking across the West Lake Bridge...

I remembered that when I went to Dongcheng to deliver medicine, a fortune teller said that he was going to get married, but he didn't know when.

Is it autumn or winter?

Could that person be the Bai family's wife? She must look very good in a red long-sleeved dress. There is no daughter in the city who is more beautiful than her. It is a rare sight in the world.

Whenever I think of being happy, there will always be a jade pendant mark on my small palm flashing before my eyes, like a thorn that cannot be pulled out...

I was in a daze, not knowing how much time had passed, when I suddenly heard Du Langzhong calling me.

"Xu Xian, there is a master outside looking for you~"

"Ah? Oh, come right away~"

Completely confused as to why a master came to look for him, Xu Xian wiped his hands and walked out quickly. He saw two people outside the medicine shop from a distance. One was a kind-faced old monk with a white beard. He could tell at a glance that he was an expert, and the other was a simpleton.

Strange blond young man.

"Master, what do you want from me?"

"Xu Donor, it's related to your marriage, haha, why don't we go to the river to discuss it in detail."

This sentence hit Xu Xian's weakness. When he woke up, he found that he was standing by the water. Except for the occasional awning boat passing by, there were only some white geese. The blond young man stood on the stage as if he didn't want to get close to the river. The old monk smiled and chanted to others.
Chapter completed!