Chapter 31 The young man in brocade with two small dimples
Hearing Wen Xiaoyun mention his parents, Yin Nuo suddenly darkened his face.
He looked at Wen Xiaoyun with an expressionless face, "If you didn't remind me, I almost forgot. You said you would live out, so you'd better not break your promise."
The brush in Wen Xiaoyun's hand stagnated, and she sneered disdainfully, "I never break my promise."
"This is the best." Yin Nuo gritted his teeth and smiled, waved his hand, and led the remaining brothers down the mountain.
Only Mao Erdu turned around and greeted Wen Xiaoyun politely.
Wen Xiaoyun smiled and nodded, then watched the group of them hurry down the mountain.
She looked up at the sun hanging high in the sky and wiped away a handful of bitter tears helplessly.
She had to finish writing the documents within the time specified by Yin Nuo and send them back to the Yamen on time. Her time was very tight.
Fortunately, as a well-known cartoonist, she has strong skills in calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting. Now she can write directly when she picks up the pen.
So while she was writing down the notes, she sang sadly in her heart a song about the misery of life~
Little Wen Bamboo Jun (Toona tree) acridine~
I want to cry to you,
Your leaves are fragrant
Your life is so miserable
Every spring when the young leaves come out
How many gangsters fucked you up?
I'll beat you till all the branches are broken
I'll rub you until your head is bald~~
After looping the single thirty times, Wen Xiaoyun summarized all the details around the old elm tree and successfully cut off his little wrist. And all the recording work was finally completed.
At this time, my deflated belly let out a weak protest.
Without thinking any longer, Wen Xiaoyun put away her books and ran down the hill in a cloud of dust and smoke.
Maybe her uncle would still remember that she was injured and whether she had eaten, and would give her some advice.
Hehe, maybe I can even make some meat buns for her.
It must be the kind of big meat bun with thin skin, big stuffing, 18 pleats, and a mouth full of oil when you bite it!
However, Wen Xiaoyun, who was immersed in her imagination of delicious steamed buns, didn't notice at all. Just when she ran not far away, a white figure suddenly appeared from behind the thick trunk of the old elm tree.
The man quietly looked at Wen Xiaoyun's shrinking figure, his eyes cold and unpredictable.
Immediately following the white figure appeared a warrior in black clothes.
"Your Highness, even though that Wenwucao is smart and smart, it won't cost you so much trouble, right?"
The man in white smiled, with a gentle light shining in his phoenix eyes, "A sword is hard to find, and a good horse is hard to find. In the future, when you need to scare off grass and scare snakes, you will need such a sharp weapon."
After saying that, the man in white hid his figure back behind the tree, and there was no trace of him again.
The guard in black frowned when he heard this, "The Sword and the Good Horse?" He hesitated and glanced at Wen Xiaoyun's back again, as if he was trying to find some shadow of the Sword and the Good Horse in her, but the more he looked at him, the more he looked at him.
The more he felt that his master's thoughts were really elusive. He turned around and quickly left with the man in white.
On the other side, Wen Xiaoyun, who was riding a horse after coming out of Ning's house, wanted to run all the way down the street, but she encountered the traffic situation she hated most in her previous life - a traffic jam.
There was a large cart carrying vegetables in front of it that somehow overturned in the middle of the road, and a large crowd of people gathered around it to grab those uncommon fruits and vegetables.
The cart driver tore back and forth and the people who were grabbing food were crying and screaming. The people who were grabbing food were pushing and yelling at each other. The other small carriages and sedan chairs behind were blocked and they were irritated.
What a chaotic and noisy scene.
Holding her hungry stomach, Wen Xiaoyun shed tears.
It was a leaky house and it rained all night. The more anxious she became, the less able she was to leave.
In desperation, she had no choice but to dismount, lead the horse, and find the route to the government office while walking backwards through the crowd.
But after walking a few steps, a pleasant smell of fairy air came from the side and penetrated into Wen Xiaojun's nasal cavity in waves, causing her to unconsciously change direction.
As soon as she turned her head, she saw a steamed stuffed bun shop on the side of the street.
Wen Xiaoyun's mouth was filled with uncontrollable saliva when she smelled the salty and delicious meaty smell that flew out when the store opened the bamboo bun drawers stacked high in front of the bun shop.
Her eyes were shining brightly, as if she would just grab one and run away. What should I do?
"Does this guest want to buy steamed buns?" The waiter at the store saw Wen Xiaojun's eyes shining and immediately spoke enthusiastically.
Wen Xiaoyun quickly waved her hand, "Thank you, shopkeeper, I'm not hungry."
After saying that, she reluctantly took one last look at those fat, white, cute little buns with eighteen pleats.
Now she is not familiar with Yanzhou Prefecture. If she becomes familiar with the people around her in the future, I wonder if some bun sellers will see her wearing the prison officer's uniform and take the initiative to offer free buns to bribe her~
Oops, I can’t do it anymore, the more I think about it, the hungrier I get~
Instead of being a freeloader, she should be thinking about how to deal with Yinnuo, the guy who got a thousand knives!
There were two guests sitting at the square table next to them. One was wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a baggage. He was dressed in gray linen clothes and trousers. The bamboo hat was pulled down very low, covering most of his face, so that people could not see his face clearly.
Opposite the man in the bamboo hat sits a young man in brocade clothes.
The lake blue satin narrow-sleeved Hufu, the tight belt, and the slightly pointed soap-colored boots are neat and capable.
What didn't match the smart coat was his appearance.
She has a fair and tender face with a bit of baby fat, big bright eyes, a small and tall nose, and red lips with a little bit of bun oil, which looks bright and translucent with water.
The whole person is as cute as the cute little meat buns in the bamboo drawer just now, which makes people want to take a bite after looking at them.
He had just finished eating the buns, and when he looked up and saw Wen Xiaoyun, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, with two cute little dimples showing on his cheeks, "You are so funny, you are so hungry that you still have to hold on,
It’s just two buns, how much money can you have?”
Wen Xiaoyun was stunned, turned around blankly, faced the beautiful face of the young man in brocade clothes, raised his hand and pointed at the tip of his nose, "You, are you talking to me?"