Jin Yuanbao thought carefully: "Since that Feng Baihu misunderstood that we are children of wealthy families, I think it would be better to let them misunderstand it!"

Yang Yucheng heard something and laughed, "You mean, let us pretend to be the entourage of Master Jiu?" As soon as he said that, he smiled, "What's wrong with Master Jiu's share? We were just being kind and righteous, and recognized us as brothers." Then he said, "You are hesitant, is there anything else that has to do to me?"

It is easy to share hardships and prosperity.

Although they are not rich now, their identities have changed a little.

Seeing that Yang Yucheng was as straightforward as before, Jin Yuanbao breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "When the time comes, you will be wronged to serve the drinks next to you."

Yang Yucheng heard the "spray" and laughed, "I'm not the girl from the brothel Chu Pavilion." As soon as he said that, he thought of Fu Tingyun present, and laughed dryly several times.

Everyone laughed.

As the saying goes, there are people in the court who are good at being officials. If they want to stand out within three or five years, they can only take the wrong steps.

Zhao Ling smiled and said, "Then you have to hold back your temper and let's play a good show for them."

"Don't worry, don't worry," said Yang Yucheng, "I promise to be more obedient to Master Jiu than Asen."

Seeing Yang Yucheng pulling himself in, Asen whispered in dissatisfaction: "What's wrong with me? I've never ruined my master's affairs!"

Yang Yucheng glared at Asen fiercely.

Asen was busy and silent.

It seems that this Yang Yucheng has had a bad thing!

Fu Tingyun pursed her lips and smiled.

When you are with these people, you will always hear a lot of funny things and interesting things.

Zhao Ling looked at her, and there was a warmth between her eyebrows like the spring breeze in March.

Fu Tingyun's face looked slightly slight, and she just wanted the joyful atmosphere to be longer.

She helped her come up with an idea: "Mr. Jiu is here to Zhangye, and you must have a banquet for Marquis Yingchuan and other adults. What do you like? Should you make an appointment together or a separate appointment? If you make an appointment together, it is not a coincidence to get the time? I thought, why should Mr. Jiu meet with General Mo first, agree on these in advance, and then go to the General's Office to report it, so it would be better if he could meet Marquis Yingchuan before the report was made." She explained implicitly, "I will go to the General's Office to report it.

I met you all and drank them again. When the General Office was reporting, I became more familiar with you. Those who knew him would see that the Jiu Ye was a small general flag and could entertain the general and deputy general officers of the General Office, so I would naturally treat him differently. I don’t know, but I thought someone had greeted you, so I would be very polite to him... There are so many people coming and going to the General Office, and I guess they all have their own thoughts. Maybe even Master Feng Tong, who is far away in Liangzhou, would hear about this matter!"

Zhao Ling smiled slightly, and looked at her with tolerance and spoiling "You are smart".

Jin Yuanbao glanced at Zhao Ling and nodded in appreciation with a rather interesting look.

Yang Yucheng simply gave a thumbs up: "Miss Fu can think of these things, she is such a hero among women!"

Fu Tingyun couldn't help laughing. Thinking of Jin Yuanbao's appearance just now, he secretly hated in his heart: Is she ridiculous? Why did she look like she was so proud of Zhao Ling's face... Who is she from him? Why would Jin Yuanbao think that Zhao Ling would be happy if she gave her face?

But there was a joy that could not be stopped in my heart, and her clear eyes were shining as bright as the morning glow.

Seeing her happy expression and beautiful appearance, Zhao Ling immediately felt as clear as the summer sky, and her eyes looked at Fu Tingyun without blinking.

Jin Yuanbao looked at it and quietly pulled Yang Yucheng to leave: "I have been running for a day and my body is covered in dust. Let's go back and wash first, and we'll have dinner together later."

Yang Yucheng sat still: "It's only the hour of You, so it's still early to eat dinner? Why don't we discuss what to give to Mo Yi?"

Jin Yuanbao is both angry and funny.

Fortunately, Zhao Ling was decisive in his words and deeds, and stood up with a smile: "Okay, let's go to visit Mo Yi now, and then set the time to report to the General's Office."

Yang Yucheng and Jin Yuanbao naturally had no objection, and they went out with Zhao Ling with gift boxes.

Fu Tingyun returned to the guest room and her smile immediately collapsed.

She was lying on the bed in a mess, and the scenes of being with Zhao Ling were circling in her mind like a lantern, so clear and so far away, and confused. It was not until Zheng Sanniang sent her dinner that she realized that it was already the time to hold the lights.

"Has Master Jiu returned?" She chewed the food in her mouth tastelessly.

Zheng Sanniang was a little surprised that she was talking while eating, but she still said respectfully: "Not yet." She said again, "Listen to our family, Master Jiu went to see General Mo, and I'm afraid he will come back very late."

I'll come back later.

Coming back later means that the two of them can talk about one thing.

Fu Tingyun nodded, washed up randomly, and rested with the tent.

In the middle of the night, she suddenly woke up.

It was quiet around, without any sound.

But she felt something was moving outside the door.

I listened with my ears for a while, but there was no sound, but that strange feeling was unavoidable.

Fu Tingyun secretly regretted that he should have kept Zheng Sanniang as his company.

She thought for a while, got up quietly, took out the dagger that Zhao Ling had defended her from under the pillow and held it in the palm of her hand, and listened carefully through the guest room door.

There was a light sound like the wind blowing outside the door.

The weather in the northwest is cold, the aisles are sealed, and there are thick leather curtains hanging at the door. How could there be a sound of wind blowing in?

She couldn't help but hold her breath and whispered: "Who is outside the door?"

The sound outside the door suddenly disappeared.

Fu Tingyun's body was stiff... she had to find a way to let Zhao Ling know... She was about to shout when a low voice came from outside: "It's me!"

She breathed a sigh of relief and almost collapsed on the ground.

"Why are you?" She went to open the door, her hands were soft and unable to exert force. After a while, she pulled the latch away.

The moonlight shines brightly on the windows, and there is a bright light in the room.

Seeing that Fu Tingyun was only wearing a small jacket, Zhao Ling was holding something tremblingly, and hurriedly said, "It's frozen! Go and put on the leather jacket!"

Fu Tingyun's mouth twitched slightly: "I'm scared by you, okay?" Then he murmured in a low voice, "It's the third day of the night. Even if there is anything, you can't knock on the door. I'm standing at the door like this. Fortunately, I'm brave. If someone else is changed, I'm afraid I'll be scared to death." Only then did I feel cold sweat on my vest. The air conditioner outside the door rushed in, and my body was a little cold. Thinking that he had just met Mo Yi, I was afraid that there was something important, so I turned sideways and let him in.

Zhao Ling originally wanted to have a good talk with Fu Tingyun after coming back in the evening, but Mo Yi called Tao Mu and a man named Lin Chi to come and insisted on getting drunk with him. He had to accompany him. When the wine was at the curfew, Mo Yi made an appointment with him to see the Marquis of Yingchuan tomorrow at the Mao time and said, "If the Marquis is fine, you can be an easter, and we will have two cups of drinks with the Marquis. In the afternoon, we will go to the General's Office to report."

He naturally promised.

When I returned to the inn, the second update had already passed.

After a while, I was thinking about Fu Tingyun, but I felt uneasy in my heart.

I simply got up and knocked on Fu Tingyun's door. I heard the sound of the third pm clapper from afar. I thought that she should be sleeping soundly, but I couldn't bear to wake her up. But if I didn't say it clearly today, I was afraid that I would not have free time tomorrow. After a long time, I would keep it in my heart, and small things would become big things. I hesitated at the door for a long time, and even Fu Tingyun's footsteps were heard.

He smiled embarrassedly: "I didn't expect you to wake up so much..." While saying that, he entered the house, and then he realized that Fu Tingyun was holding a dagger, which made him even more embarrassed.

But Fu Tingyun wrinkled his nose: "Have you drunk a lot of wine?"

"No," he thought of Fu Tingyun's stopping the Mid-Autumn Festival family dinner that day. At this time, she subconsciously wanted to deny her displeasure. Then he thought that the alcoholic smell on his body could not be hidden, and changed his words embarrassedly, "I drank a little, but fortunately, after all, I went to Mo Yi to do a serious business."

Fu Tingyun was just afraid that he would hurt his body if he drank too much. Thinking that he was a person who was a good person, he stopped asking questions. He made a pot of strong tea, put on a fur coat, sat on the kang opposite Zhao Ling, and quietly waited for Zhao Ling to speak.

Although he didn't say anything, there was a peaceful and quiet atmosphere, which made Zhao Ling very nostalgic. He slowly drank most of the cup of tea before speaking.

"Why did you cry this afternoon?" He looked at Fu Tingyun with a gentle expression, and said bluntly, with a bit of intimacy in his tone.

He, was he actually wandering in front of her door in the middle of the night for this?

Fu Tingyun looked at Zhao Ling in surprise.

Zhao Ling has always been a courageous person. Although she was uncomfortable watching this, she would not lie.

He nodded: "I've always been worried, I don't know what happened to you?"

Could it be that as Asen said, as long as it is her business, he will take it to heart?

Suddenly, Fu Tingjun seemed to have returned to her childhood. She secretly drank the white pear blossoms treasured by her grandmother with her sisters, and slept under the camellia tree with a slightly drunkenness. The bright red petals were burning and she lay on the clouds as lightly as the clouds.

It can be seen that Zhao Ling treats her sincerely...

She lowered her head shyly.

If they can be together...that's great too!

The scene suddenly appeared in her mind as she fell and leaned against his shoulder.

He was warm...

There were fifteen buckets in my heart like water, up and down.

The cheeks are getting hot.

Those who hire are the wife and run away as concubines.

I wonder who else is in his family?

If my mother saw Zhao Ling, she would definitely be surprised!

She felt sweet in her heart, her eyebrows and eyes were smiling, but soon, her expression sternly.

Not to mention that Zhao Ling has now whitewashed his wealth, but she is a shameful person. In the future, not only will he not help his career, but he may also implicate him if he is discovered. It is her father's... She thought of the proud expression of his father's expression whenever his father mentioned the Yu family in Nanjing and the harsh words he heard from his mother's letter saying that his aunt wanted to marry his second cousin to Zuo Junjie's reply... She felt in her heart that even if she was abandoned by the Fu family, her father would look down on Zhao Ling. Why is a real man worried about having no wife? How could Zhao Ling endure his father's eyes in vain? Instead of making it a disagreement and becoming a stranger or even an enemy at that time, it would be better...

Fu Tingyun's face turned slightly white, as if she instantly fell from the clouds into the mud.

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Chapter completed!