"Master, who is Jin Lian?" Xue'er couldn't help asking as she helped Ximen Qing get up and get dressed.
"Jinlian?" Ximen Qing's mind was still awake: "It's Pan Jinlian."
"As a master, I talked in my sleep and called Pan Jinlian's name more than 300 times." Xueer yawned, obviously not sleeping well at night.
"ah?!"
"Does Pan Jinlian owe the master a lot of money?" Xueer asked innocently.
Ximen Qing couldn't laugh or cry, and while walking up and down Xue'er's smooth body, he roughly told Pan Jinlian's story. Of course, he would not mention the matter of his own time travel, and no one would believe it if he mentioned it.
"It turns out that the master likes this Pan Jinlian." Xueer resisted the slight itch and chuckled: "That's not easy, just marry her back."
"This..." Ximen Daguanren, who was gently squeezing somewhere full of elasticity, couldn't help but pause for a moment.
Xue'er made a "hmm" sound in her mouth, as if she was a little dissatisfied with Ximen Qing's stop. She twisted her body and continued: "The master is very powerful, and I am a little unable to serve you. My waist was so sore in that posture yesterday.
, it would be nice to have a few more sisters to help share the burden."
"Then Pan Jinlian is a woman now."
"It doesn't matter. Isn't there a Wang Po next to her who is her godmother? I heard she is also a nanny. If the master falls in love with Pan Jinlian, I'm afraid Wang Po will be even more anxious than Pan Jinlian."
What the hell.
Are all women in this era like this? But it’s no wonder that monogamy in the Song Dynasty would have been laughed at to death. Ximen Qing now owns half the street and is worth a million dollars. In this kind of three-wives-and-fours
In my day, I was just a money-spinner for those matchmakers.
But having said that, after Xue'er said this, the ice somewhere in Ximen Qing began to melt slowly, and he felt that something should happen between himself and Pan Jinlian to suit this era.
Do they really want to block Pan Jinlian from the door and not see each other?
Ximen Qing suddenly felt that he was too preconceived. Since his arrival has changed the world, will there be a different future? After all, he saved Wu Dalang from death once, instead of doing as much harm as in the novel.
Wu Dalang is dead.
Although it is slowly softening in some places, it is still quite...hard in some places.
Especially when being held gently by a soft little hand.
"Xue'er, you little enchantress, aren't you saying that you are beyond your capabilities!" Ximen Qing scolded with a smile, and at the same time doubled down on his response: "Let me see if I can kill you!"
"Master, I have pity on my slave..." Xue'er cooed and before she could finish her words, she asked Ximen Qing to shut his mouth. Light is infinite, who says love is short? Ximen Qing said that the early bird gets its food.
That's right.
After comforting Xueer, Ximen Qing was in high spirits, and he got up and dressed neatly. Today, he made an appointment with the magic fortune teller Jiang Jing to find the legendary "three bowls but not enough". Ximen Qing was very confident that he could get that shopkeeper Liu.
Come and make your own wine.
Throwing a hundred sticks at him would probably kill him.
Brother is never short of money. What he is short of is talent. I need to get more money for him...
In this way, I can spend more money like water, drink and drink like water, and spend money with others when I have nothing to do...
Wait, what is the difference between this and the previous Ximen Qing?
The difference is that Ximen Qing used to be a rich man from Qinghe County, and I want to be the first rich man in the Song Dynasty!
Ximen Qing was full of faith and called the fortune teller Jiang Jing. The target was the small hotel over Jingyanggang!
"If you dare to try, I will break your legs!" Wu Dalang jumped up and down at the door, gesticulating with his hands, and leaning on a commonly used pole next to him.
"It's my kindness, don't be disrespectful!" Pan Jinlian would also scold: "I've finished the medicine I caught last time. It'll be good for you to grab a second dose to consolidate! Don't worry about uncle coming back.
The slave family is not good to you!"
The uncle Pan Jinlian talks about is naturally the tiger-fighting hero Wu Erlang.
How come there is such a big difference between the two children born from the same mother?
"Who knows whether you are going to get medicine or to meet the doctor?" Wu Dalang said angrily: "Ximen Qing people are smelly, and the medicines from his Ximen family are all smelly. I have figured it out and would rather eat mud furnace ashes than
Ximen’s medicine!”
Pan Jinlian looked at Wu Dalang who was jumping around to stop her from going out, and said angrily: "Well, just wait! You have to dig out the mud in the backyard, but the ashes are ready here!"
After saying that, Pan Jinlian threw the ashes in front of Wu Dalang that she was going to take out and throw away: "You can eat it yourself, and I can go sit inside Wang Po's shop."
"You stinky bitch, you are going to give your man the ashes!" Wu Dalang completely forgot about the angry words he just said: "Wang Po Liu, that Ma Boliu, specializes in seducing people, what else are you going to do? Could it be that
You want that old woman to go out and find a man for you? Find Ximen Qing?"
Pan Jinlian was indifferent to these vicious words and turned around to walk to the backyard. There was a small door there that led directly to the tea house owned by Grandma Wang. Only there could she get some verbal comfort.
Wu Dalang was alone and couldn't block the back door after blocking the front door, so he had to kick his leg in frustration, causing the ashes to fly all over the floor. Then he raised his leg and stamped his feet, and went to the street to discuss with Brother Yun.
Wang Po's teahouse was always very busy. After listening to Pan Jinlian's cry, she comforted her: "In a few days, there will be a Jiu Da Fair in the Jade Emperor Temple. The old woman is going to set up a tea stall. If Liu Niang has nothing to do, why not go for a walk with the old woman?"
It’s good to relax.”
"Godmother, Dalang has been recovering from illness recently, and even the cake making business has stopped. The slave family is very busy." Pan Jinlian agreed without hesitation: "Otherwise, the slave family would not have to get up early in the morning to make noodles and steam cakes every day, and I would be exhausted.
I have to drag that guy out of bed to sell cooking cakes."
"Okay!" Wang Po smiled and said, "Does Liu Niang know that the official Ximen divorced his wife and instead took a maid as a concubine?"
"This matter has made a big fuss, and everyone in Qinghe County knows about it." Pan Jinlian nodded and replied: "Even the Wu Mansion was ransacked. I didn't expect that such a heroic man as the official would capture the old thief Wu.
"
"That old thief even came to my old lady's place to rest and drink tea." Wang Po thought about it with lingering fear: "Who would have thought that the old thief was actually a killer bee from thirty years ago, with hundreds of lives in his hands...
"
Pan Jinlian's eyes were full of admiration. Although the official Ximen did not look like a strong man like his uncle Wu Song, he was actually able to do such a big thing and eliminate harm for the people. Now his reputation in the county has almost surpassed that of his uncle.
After seeing Wu Song, he was the newly appointed county captain; the Qinghe Letter to Chuixue was now in the hands of everyone in Qinghe County, and he admired the spirit of the high official Ximen endlessly.
However, Pan Jinlian also discovered from Ximen Qing's behavior towards her that this high-ranking official from Ximen had always shown a rejection attitude towards her, and even forbade her from entering within fifty steps at one point.
Why is this? Pan Jinlian thought in distress, having no clue at all.
"Liu Niang." Wang Po interrupted Pan Jinlian's train of thought and asked with a smile, "What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about a high official?"
This time Pan Jinlian did not completely deny it, but nodded silently, and a red cloud had already flown onto her pretty face.
"This is easy to handle!" Wang Po said eagerly, "I have been a matchmaker for decades, so I will take care of this little thing!"
"Godmother!" Pan Jinlian stamped her foot: "When uncle left, he gave very clear instructions. If uncle comes back and finds that the slave has remarried, what should we do?"
"Alas." Wang Po sighed and said, "Actually speaking, Liu Niang and Wu Erlang are a perfect match, but God's will makes us wonder, who calls him Dalang's younger brother?"
Mentioning this matter, Pan Jinlian's heart began to feel melancholy again. Remembering that snowy night, Wu Erlang coldly pushed away the wine glass he brought over, making his heart become cold.
In this life, there is no fate between him and Wu Erlang, who was the hero of fighting against tigers. But the current Ximen official made Pan Jinlian's cold heart beat hotly again.
Perhaps, when Wu Erlang comes back from finishing his work, he can entrust Wu Dalang to him.
Pan Jinlian's heart was still like a mess, tangled together.
"Look, boss, Jingyanggang is not far ahead!" Jiang Jing, the divine fortune teller, waved his whip on his horse and showed Ximen Qing the way.
"The scenery looks pretty good!" Ximen Qing looked at the beautiful Jingyanggang not far away and nodded slightly: "If it had been in his own time, there would have been resorts and farmhouses all over the place.
Signs are hanging all over the ground. Only in this era can we enjoy such scenery even on small hills like this."
"Master and Mr. Jiang, do you want to rest your legs?" Xiao Tianqing, who was following behind, looked sharply at a small sign with the word "wine" hanging on the trees under Jingyanggang in front, swaying slightly in the wind.
"Oh." Ximen Qing could see clearly on the horse. There was a small room in front of him. It seemed to be entirely made of wood. If it weren't for a sign floating above, he wouldn't even have been able to see it.
"There is also a tavern here!" The fortune teller nodded: "Such a remote place was not discovered even by a certain family who came from Yanggu County last time. Brother Ximen, why don't you and I go and have a rest and have a few drinks?
?”
Ximen Qing saw that the signboard was a bit shabby, so he didn't think much of the tavern. However, looking at the look in the eyes of the fortune teller Jiang Jing, he seemed to be drunk and drinking all the way, so it was not easy to stop him. Fortunately, it was hard to stop him.
This is not Happy Forest, this is the only hotel along the way.
Anyway, my balls hurt after riding for a long time. Ximen Qing needs some relief, right?
So when Ximen Qing, the fortune teller, and Xiao Tianqing came to the door of the hotel and jumped off their horses, they were looking forward to seeing the hotel owner welcoming him out warmly. Because the rich people came here wearing bright clothes and angry horses. A small shop usually wakes up everyone in the shop.
To their disappointment, not to mention the hotel owner, not even the waiters were there. Only the open doorway with toothless mouths welcomed the three people.
This place is really bad! Could it be a black shop?
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