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Chapter 760 Gongqing Bone (25)
Probably Xue Ling's reaction was not what she expected at all. The woman was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly laughed and boasted.

The neighbors are all street vendors, so you can be a guest when you come and go, and maybe express a little contempt to prove your innocence and nobleness, so that others will not regard you as a thief.

Xue Ling didn't answer any more, he finished eating the noodles carefully one by one, and asked Xue Ming seriously: "Did you give me more money?" Both of them had no copper coins on them, she knew it.

Xue Ming nodded.

"Let her change it, don't give it more."

The woman was a little embarrassed, so she searched the boxes and scraped the cabinets to collect a large handful of money and gave it to Xue Ling.The two hadn't gone far when they heard a spit from behind.Xue Ling didn't look back, walked to the corner of the street and only said that he was tired and flustered, and asked Xue Ming to find a carriage to pick him up.

Xue Ming wanted to say that he was worried about his safety, so he weighed it up, but he didn't say anything, so he quickly answered "yes" and went to find the car.As soon as the talent left, Xue Ling hurriedly leaned against the roadside, thinking that there must be something wrong with the woman's face, she wanted to vomit.

Fortunately, a cool breeze blew for a while, which relieved it a little.There are many people on the street, and there are many carriages. Although it is not as luxurious and comfortable as Heyuan, it is better than walking by yourself.

What seems a little insufficient is that the coachman talks a lot.It is said that Xue Ling and his wife are going to Heyuan Garden, and there is no stop along the way. The owner of the Heyuan Garden, who is changing tricks, is a bodhisattva with a heart, helping the world and saving people.

It's nothing more than Heyuan's recent days of applying medicine on the street more frequently.

Xue Ling leaned against the car window, feeling bored listening to it, and wanted him to shut up several times, but when he got off the carriage, the coachman was still kowtowing and calling Bodhisattva.

She went straight to the door without sleeping, and asked some nonsense about why she came back so late.Xue Ling agreed, then went into the room and opened Huo Yunwan's brocade bag.

Boring things, just a bag of gold beads, with various carvings and grasses on it.Fearing that there was a mystery inside, she picked up two grains, slipped out of the enmity and cut them open.

Bling and nothing else.Probably it was really something that Huo Yunwan bestowed on the nun, she did it perfectly and gave her a share.

Han Yan was stunned as he watched from the sidelines, and only asked why when Xue Ling stopped.Xue Ling put the few fragments and the remaining beads back into the bag, and with a wave of his hand, the things hit Hanyan's chest.

She hurriedly reached out to catch it, but Xue Ling just said: "I'll see you off", after saying that, he pushed him out of the room, and lay down on the bed early.

The rest of the day is spent waiting, half asleep and half awake thinking about the past year, many of them have to wait.Not mentioning the distance, just talking about Huang's family, and waiting for a long time, waiting for Huang Xuzhou to die.What we have to wait now is for Snow Maiden to give birth.

Counting the days, I remember that it was Xia Zhi that tripped Huo Yunsheng.At that time, it was said that the pregnancy was more than one month old, which meant that the little prince would be born in the middle and late January.

Soon, and soon.She thought about the two concubines who were born in the palace again, and even remembered that Huo Yunwan had a sudden death not long ago.

Fortunately, I don't even know these people.What's more, Huo Yunwan was right.It is impossible for the Huang family to rebel like the Huo family, so we need to help.

She loosened her fingers holding the sword and fell asleep completely.

Many days in the twelfth lunar month are important. Apart from various taboos, there are also all kinds of food to do.Boil red beans, cook stove sugar, order tofu.

Everyone in the big family asks for a festival, and the maids and servants do all the hard work. The young master and the young lady only need to taste it, and they are considered dexterous.

On the 23rd of the month there was a sacrifice to the stove, and in the early morning of the 22nd, Han Yan came to urge Xue Ling, saying that Mr. Tuobai had found a lot of goat milk to make toffee.

The customs of the north and the south are different, and the sugar used to plug the mouth of the Kitchen God is also different.In Beijing, all kinds of sucrose are used, but in Pingcheng, every family has to boil milk lumps.

Xue Ling was so sleepy that someone lifted half of the quilt, and opened his eyes to see that Han Yan was wearing a red satin jacket, but he was holding a branch of white plum in his hand, and he was about to poke his face with a smirk.

It's not that the relationship between the two of them is so intimate, it's just that her temper has become much more lively recently, and she is no longer as timid as in the past.Xue Ling also stretched out his hand, pretending to block it, and said softly, "Just get up."

She wasn't necessarily angry, but she wasn't happy either.Many things are like this, and the taste is like chewing wax.Jiang's family knew that they had to wait for the next year, so they stopped for the past two days, and they didn't even bring Qi Qingfei's letter as often as they used to.

Li Jingsi and Su Yan also came less frequently, saying that they were busy at the end of the year, and they would come back to bother them on the rest day.Only Princess Yongle is the same as usual, wishing she could eat and sleep here every day.

Xue Ling tried a few words of persuasion, saying that coming too often would always make people suspicious.Xu was startled by these words, and Yongle reluctantly stopped.

Not counting the cessation, they also packed up a large number of girls' belongings and ordered them to send them over. There should be no shortage of gold, silver, pearls and jade, and they said it was a reward from the princess.Mostly he wanted to tell Huang Chengxuan that he had a boudoir relationship with the owner of Heyuan.

Xue Ling inspected it and threw it to Hanyan. He plugged pomegranate flowers all day long, regardless of whether it was appropriate or not.

After another two days, Yibai sent someone to say that on New Year's Eve, as usual, the host family will send money to the servants to celebrate the new year, so Xue Ling was specially asked to choose a model.

A few copper coins were spread out, and the words in the letters were different. Some said that the fortune was prosperous, and some said that the house was full of wealth, all of which were good omens.After seeing it, Xue Ling casually ordered one and said, "That's it."

The servant got the order to go, and she suddenly remembered that last New Year's Eve, the stupid old woman in Qi Shiyan's house also gave her one.

Seeing that the weather outside the door was clear, Xue Ming was dismissed, and Xue Ling went to Xue's residence alone.The lock on the door was rusty, so she climbed over the wall.

The inside is all bleak, and things have been turned over in a mess.I can't tell if I didn't clean up when I left, or if no one has been stolen for a long time.She laughed, after all, it was at the feet of the emperor, at least the nest was not occupied by humans.

Fortunately, there was still a recliner in Xue's house, and the wooden stick was a little blown by the wind and rain on weekdays.He stretched out his hand to press down, but Xue Ling finally didn't dare to sit on it.

When he came out of Xue's house, snow began to fall in the sky.Among the viburnum flowers everywhere, there is a branch of fresh green next to the well in Xue's courtyard.This kind of plant in the northernmost part of the beam is the most resistant to cold and dryness.

Years of shackles have been loosened, and the soil around the well is moist. The weather in mid-winter in central Beijing is just the beginning of spring in Pingcheng.

It's a pity that some things are still too small, so small that they are easily ignored by people.Xue Ling went out, and with a wave of his hand, the tattered lock was split open.

It's freezing cold, and there are homeless people, so it's good to come in and have a rest.

Surprisingly, everything in Cun Shan Tang is as good as before, clean and seems to be a bit hot.She jumped inside and impatiently turned around the front and back of the yard, but she didn't see a single person.

It can be seen from the display floor that someone must have cleaned and cared for it. Who is it?

She sat on the eaves and waited for a long time, the snow was getting bigger and bigger, but she still didn't wait for this person.There are only bare branches left in the large cluster of pomegranates in the backyard.

This snow fell intermittently until New Year's Eve.It should be a good sign for auspicious snow year.However, on New Year's Eve, the thunder was louder and louder.

Thunder in February, piles of wheat.Thunder in March, the valley piles up.In the first month of thunder, there are piles of graves.

On New Year's Eve, it should be counted in the first month.

(End of this chapter)