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After Ji Xiangzhen was carried away by Yan Huailang in despair, Yue Jiao went back to his room to tidy up a little, took some broken silver and put it in a small purse. He endured the pain in his abdomen and the biting cold wind, and dragged his steps towards the post. Walk outside the museum.
When he came out, he met an innkeeper at the atrium arch. After Yue Jiao asked him the way, he went to the West Market in Yecheng alone.
I wandered around the West Market for a long time and entered several shops, but in the end I didn¡¯t buy anything.
She originally wanted to buy some small gifts to express her gratitude to Yan Huailang, and then check in to see if she could ask him to help with the identity and household registration matter.
But when she arrived at the West Market, she remembered what Ji Xiangzhen had said before and felt extremely frustrated.
Yan Huailang was born into a noble family. He also made great achievements and was highly appreciated by His Majesty the Emperor. Such a person what could he lack?
Yue Jiao drooped her neck in a depressed manner, wandering around the West Market aimlessly.
When she usually reads storybooks, she always despises those treacherous people, feeling that they only try to please others and have no real material at all.
It was only today that she realized that knowing how to "please others" was actually a great gift. It was better than being like this, not knowing where to put it.
Along the way, Yue Jiao thought about it, recalling Ji Xiangzhen's words and expression when he mentioned "identity and household registration", and vaguely felt that it was probably a very important and difficult thing to do.
She finally decided to give up and not cause any trouble to Yan Huailang.
Wait until you get to the capital and ask the officials there. Maybe there is a normal way to get a household registration. Isn't it said that "there is no perfect path for man"? She comforted herself with luck.
After having made up his mind, Yue Jiao no longer hesitated and walked back slowly. On the way, she saw a drug store. After thinking about it, she dropped in and weighed some brown sugar.
The brown sugar in Zhongyuan is much more refined than that in Hongyun Valley. It can be used as medicine and food. It is cut into small square shapes and is just the right size to hold in your mouth.
It was the price that made Yue Jiao feel a little distressed, "Forget it, only two taels is enough."
In the past, Yue Jiao had Mu Butterfly by her side to take care of her daily expenses. She didn't pay much attention to money matters and spent money as she pleased; but now she can only rely on herself for everything, and she doesn't know how much money she needs to spend when she gets to Beijing. Whenever she could use it, she immediately became consciously frugal.
"Okay." The drug store clerk responded enthusiastically with a smile, and did not change his face when she changed her words from half a catty to two ounces.
When the waiter heard that she was going to take her on the road, he thoughtfully took out a box and packed the two taels of brown sugar neatly for her. He also gave her a small bottle of Qiuli ointment. This warm and thoughtful treatment finally made Yue happy. Jiao felt slightly comforted.
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When we returned to the post house, the sun was already slightly westward.
As soon as he entered the atrium, Yue Jiao was surprised to find Ji Xiangzhen writing under the tree in the courtyard.
Poor Ji Xiangzhen obviously failed to answer Yan Huailang's question and is being punished at the moment.
That is really a kind of elegant and slightly cruel punishment.
There was a table moved from nowhere under the wintersweet tree. Ji Xiangzhen stood behind the table with a pen in hand, walking like he was copying books.
During the years when Yue Jiao was a child studying with her grandfather, she was punished many times like this, but never so cruelly.
In the winter months, the cold wind in Yecheng was blowing, and the desk was facing the wind outlet of the atrium of the post house.
After all, Ji Xiangzhen has a background in martial arts, and he is a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old. Just standing in the wind and copying books is nothing. What is tragic is that the wrist where he is writing is still hanging. A small sandbag, you can see his whole arm trembling from a distance.
After Yue Jiao looked at her new friend sympathetically, she walked lightly around the corridor and walked around.
She wanted to go back to her room quietly, but before she had taken two steps, she heard Ji Xiangzhen¡¯s death cry¡ª¡ª
"Master Yan! Master Yan! You don't mess with people like you! This sandbag weighs at least one kilogram. Even Wen Changxing can't write a decent word when he comes to earth. What's more, I'm just a mortal! If you have the ability, you can do it first Write something and let me see it!"
That tone was like a mouse being driven to a dead end and finally mustering up all the courage to squeak in defiance at the cost of its life.
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall, bamboo-green figure walked out from under the corridor.
Seeing that there was a lot of fun to be seen, Yue Jiao was not in a hurry to go back to her room. She snickered and followed Yan Huailang, all the way towards Ji Xiangzhen.
Yan Huailang looked back at the extra follower behind him expressionlessly, without saying anything.That scene.
???????????? In fact, it¡¯s just a little trick similar to a blindfold, it couldn¡¯t really be made out of thin air.
"He, he said he wanted to make friends, and I was teasing him" Yue Jiao was a little incoherent and looked around secretly.
"Unfortunately, there are no flowers here, so no matter how sophisticated her technique is, there is nothing she can do."
Yan Huailang snorted lightly: "Oh, he is a friend, so he has flowers. I am an enemy, so I have no flowers."
This obviously complaining crowd made Yue Jiao feel embarrassed and anxious, and became more and more at a loss.
She is not an unkind person, Yan Huailang has always been very friendly to her, and she naturally regards him as a friend in her heart.
Seeing that she was so anxious that her face turned slightly red, Yan Huailang couldn't bear it, so he accepted his fate and sighed: "Forget it."
If there are no flowers, then there are no flowers. After all, there is a bottle of Qiuli ointment. Although it is inexplicable, it is better than nothing.
Seeing that he seemed disappointed, Yue Jiao suddenly thought: "Wait, wait."
Yan Huailang raised his eyebrows and looked at her with expectation.
Yue Jiao suppressed her blush as if she was risking her life, and suddenly stretched out her left hand in front of his eyes. After a crisp snap of her fingers, slender and delicate fingertips appeared out of thin air¡ª¡ª
A piece of brown sugar.
"This is the only one." Yue Jiao bit her lip and lowered her head in shame, not daring to look directly into his eyes.
She was a little worried. If he knew the correct use of the brown sugar in the future, would he break up with her?
Yan Huailang was stunned for a long time. He took the brown sugar and reluctantly accepted the comfort, "Thank you very much."
After finishing speaking, he put it into his mouth with a look of helplessness and satisfaction.
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