Chapter 18: Sitting sick at night

Author: Holding Hairpin Star

Chapter 18: Sitting sick at night

The hall became more and more lively, with bursts of laughter and paws, Ti Zhen stretched his head, and in the center Pan Hongzhang hugged Miss Pan. After a while, several young men carried a large item with a red curtain hanging from the outside of the hall. According to Cao

Ye told her that this should be the lucky deer that he and Pan Hongzhang made out of straw for Miss Pan.

She took a sip of the lotus seed soup and glanced outside at Ling Bo. Suddenly, the hall was filled with noise and screams.

Ti Zhen and Wen Yu stood up.

Cao You drew his sword and stepped forward, only to see Pan Hongzhang covering Miss Pan's eyes and looking at the disemboweled deer in front of him, with a huge sac bulging in its belly.

He immediately took out the thing in his belly with a knife. When Ti Zhen lifted up her skirt and looked at it, she saw that it was a goshawk that had been plucked and skinned!

Someone is provoking her.

When the atmosphere reached this point, the cruise ship banquet naturally ended in panic and panic.

For a time, the night was dark and windy, and there were many thorns.

Ti Zhen returned to Hengwu Xiaoting, and Cao You brought the news, "Liang Xuanming has secretly contacted the thirteen small boats in Luoyang territory, and has proposed negotiations with Huai'an, the owner of Chang'an boats, to reorganize the commercial jurisdiction.

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There was a fierce look in his eyes, "Tonight, I am just showing off my power!"

Ti Zhen put his hand on the edge of the table, "The original Pingyang Shen family entered the new dynasty, which gave the Sun family the opportunity to rise up. Sun and Liang were in conflict, and there were many intersections among the business circles. Now the Sun family has been destroyed, and Shi Fang has replaced it. Suddenly

The Liang family of Luoyang, which has lost its trade, has long held a grudge. Isn't Meng Yan the best answer for him?" After two breaths, he said: "Now that Shifang has occupied Pingyang and Chang'an, the Liang family can allow me to dominate. On the contrary,

It's a matter of time."

Ti Zhen drew the word "Jiaodong" on the table with his finger and gave it to Cao You. "In that case, let Huai'an negotiate and delay them."

The atmosphere in the house suddenly condensed, and the wind from the outer corridor roared through, making the window lattice creak.

In the middle of the night, Zheng Mao woke up from a nightmare again. He was trembling all over. He took in big breaths. As the benzoin overflowed bit by bit, his mood gradually relaxed.

This smell stayed with him for many nights, and he became more and more restless and dizzy. Was he frightened to the point of becoming ill because of that worry?

His whole body was like a bow with a broken string, and he fell loosely on the couch. He didn't open the door until the sun flew above his head.

There was a golden light on the side of the corridor. However, when he reached the end of the golden light, his whole body was bound by invisible ropes.

It was that girl Shi again. She was like a lingering ghost, following them closely. Seeing her and Wen Yu leading each other into the house, Zheng Mao's heart trembled in panic.

Under the window, the light and shadow overlap. A piece of plain white rice paper, lightly stained with traces of black ink, looks like a flower-arranging dancer, holding a low hibiscus, as graceful as a tree, and as quiet as a breeze. It has a very clear and graceful charm.

Ti Zhen evoked a charming smile, "Wen Yu's hairpin and small regular script are elegant and elegant, which has the character of a scholar."

Wen Yu said: "What words do you like to write on weekdays?"

Ti Zhen looked up at him, "I have written Lu Ji's "Ping Fu Tie", which has the same characteristics as Zhang Cao and modern Cao. The pitch and tilt are like Hengshan. So now I am very good at cursive writing." She spread a new piece of paper and picked up the pen.

Light the ink and write a paragraph.

Wen Yu read it carefully and said, "If you understand the past, you will not be warned, and you will know that you can follow the coming; you are not far off when you are actually lost, and you realize that what you are now is not what you were yesterday." Tao Yuanming's "Returning to Lai Xi Ci", together with the cursive script, is more popular.

With the power of the sky and the leisurely and arrogant attitude, it is no wonder that his words are just like his words."

Ti Zhen smiled indifferently, "In life, there are times when the building is high and there are times when the building collapses. As long as the light of the future is enough to cover up the darkness of the past, why does it matter who is in charge of the ups and downs of the present."

Her eyes were bright, catching his gaze, "Do you like it?"

The corners of Wen Yu's lips softened, "I like it, I like it very much." After smiling for a while, he suddenly frowned, "Last night..."

Ti Zhen looked indifferent, "It's just a small fight on the merchant boat, not something serious." As he said that, he pulled his sleeve and said, "Don't talk about it. You accept my gift now, and it's yours."

It’s time for your baby to show off, right? You said you had something to give me, so I came here.”

Wen Yu pulled her wrist through her clothes and said, "Come here."

He slowly led her to sit down in front of a bronze mirror, and took out a pomegranate hairpin inlaid with rubies from the wooden box on the side.

The wings are lifelike, tightly embedded together, and the posture is beautiful, reflecting the dazzling red Qi Luo skirt on Ti Zhen's body, looking forward to the brilliance.

"As I thought, the ruby ​​red pomegranate hairpin suits you very well."

Ti Zhen stroked her bun gently, "This hairpin is exquisitely made, exquisite and unique. It looks like a top-notch product at first glance."

Old things create feelings, and it is inevitable to dwell on the past. Even Wen Yu's gaze fell silent like a pool of cold spring water, seeming to be so ethereal that he did not know where to go.

He said: "This is my mother's favorite jewelry when she was alive. I have always kept it close to my body. Now I give it to you."

Ti Zhen looked at the mirror and was slightly startled, "Do you really want to send me away?"

Wen Yu smiled and said, "It is a custom that has been passed down since ancient times to match a gentleman with hairpins and flowers. Don't you know?"

He whispered in her ear again: "Besides, this is pomegranate...it's 'Shiliu'."

The texture of his palm could clearly feel the words he had written. He smiled and evened his lips with his little finger, then lightly touched Wen Yu's eyebrows, like a warm kiss on his forehead.

He didn't understand, but he smiled, "What does this mean?"

"A little cinnabar." She looked back tactfully, "A little cinnabar mole between the eyebrows can inspire wisdom and resolve, and turn danger into safety. Even if it is a courtesy exchange."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Wen Yu's mouth, and Si Xu's clean and warm breath was already around him. He suddenly leaned forward and buried his face in her shoulder.

The smoky blue silk curtains are half-draped and half-rolled, and the sunset clouds outside the house are as bright as gold, with pink in the gold and purple in the pink. They are like the broken waves of the ocean, making the sky colorful and brilliant.

When Ti Zhen came out, his eyebrows were dull, as if his thoughts had been distracted by something. When he looked down, he saw a man with a gloomy expression hanging under the dripping eaves, swaying left and right.

He murmured, "I'm going to visit Chang'an soon, and yet I'm being teased like a charlatan. It's so shameful."

When he looked up, he saw Ti Zhen looking at him with a leisurely smile.

The sun was setting, and it was slightly chilly. Zheng Mao's brows were already mixed with a hint of displeasure. Facing that rosy spring face, he couldn't help but tremble, as if a cold wave had penetrated his body.

He really couldn't imagine what kind of magic she could have, so that Wen Yu, who had always been restrained and steady, could be led by her uncontrollably, as if he had been possessed by a poison.

He smiled back coldly, "Miss Shi, Zhuang'an." After saying that, he bowed.

Ti Zhen quickly stabilized him with quick hands and eyes, "I'm being polite here. I have a good relationship with Wen Yu, and you are an elder who is close to him. How can I let you use your courtesy to offend me?"

She paused, and although she was smiling, her expression was no longer as kind as before, "After all, Wen Yu has to be entrusted with your care during this trip to Chang'an."

Zheng Mao stared at her for a moment and said, "As a minister, I should take care of everything, no matter how big or small it is. I should be sincere and kind, so why do I need a girl to entrust me with full power?"

Their eyes met for only a moment, and they both felt a bit cold and contemptuous, so they moved away from each other in unison, until the dazzling red clusters became a little bolder, and their feet immediately became weak. With a huff, they grabbed the railing and leaned down.

Fortunately, Guan Tong passed by and helped him, "Are you okay? You don't look too good."

Zheng Mao raised his eyebrows to the center, squeezed out two lines, and held him steady for a long time. "It's okay. I haven't had a good rest at night recently. I just felt dizzy for a while."

Guan Tong carefully supported him as he walked into the house, and said with earnest concern: "I will send you back to rest first, and then I will get you some benzoin. You can sleep for a while, and we will set off early tomorrow morning."

Zheng Mao had no time to think, so he followed his footsteps and nodded as if fluttering his wings.

In the next chapter, the male protagonist begins to turn the female protagonist’s theory into practice! (New character: Little Wolf Dog Yangzu is online!)
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