The exquisite space of the ruffian concubine

Chapter 10

The figure flashed by, but I don't know if it was really an illusion.The uneasiness in Meng Xiaocom's heart became more and more intense, she ran to the corner of the street, but there was no one there.

"What's wrong?" Gu Zhiyuan followed closely immediately.

Meng Xiaocom shook her head, no longer in the mood to wander around, frowned and said, "Let's go."

"Okay." Gu Zhiyuan nodded, "I'll go find Miss Zhao."

There was no need to look for it, Zhao Lingling was standing at the outermost edge of the crowd, only a few steps away from them.Seeing that the shop was almost burnt down, he didn't want to watch the bustle any more, his eyes searched around in the sea of ​​people, and soon he found Meng Xiaosuo and Gu Zhiyuan, seeing Meng Xiaosuo's black and distressed face, A sneer flashed across his face, and when he saw Gu Zhiyuan, who was also covered in black, his smile turned into deep worry, he walked forward quickly, took out a fragrant handkerchief embroidered with lotus flowers, and raised his orchid finger to wipe it for him : "Master Jiu, what's wrong with you, are you injured?"

"No." Gu Zhiyuan took a step back in embarrassment, "It's getting late, let's go back."

"Lingling listens to you, Young Master." She smiled softly, and carefully put the handkerchief wet with Gu Zhiyuan's sweat into her bosom.

It's a pity that there was no Appearance Association in ancient times, otherwise Zhao Lingling would definitely be the president.Meng Xiaoshu snorted, she really couldn't figure out what was so good about Gu Zhiyuan, he couldn't carry it on his shoulders, he couldn't lift it with his hands, and he only had better looks and a higher status, but this appearance and status were given by his parents Yes, it's not his own fault.

The face is indeed very white, but what is the use of being white, can it be eaten?

I have a good temper, but what's the use of being good, can I eat it?

The character is not bad, but what's the use of being good, can I eat it?

To put it bluntly, only ignorant girls like Zhao Lingling would fall in love with him.Thinking of this, Meng Xiaocom couldn't help but snorted again.

Zhao Lingling didn't know that Meng Xiaosuo was despising Gu Zhiyuan, and she didn't see the contempt on her face, but felt that this cold snort was jealous of herself.She walked to Meng Xiaosuo's side calmly, and lowered her voice: "If you also want to wipe the sweat for Mr. Jiu, you can just go, but I don't know if your handkerchief has been washed, are you embarrassed to take it out?"

Once or twice is enough, provocation again and again, how is it different from the buzzing flies?Looking sideways at Zhao Lingling's sinister smile, Meng Xiaocom finally understood that she must no longer be a soft persimmon to be squeezed by others.

Although Meng Xiaocom's temper was mild, it was not without it.The special status in the previous life required her to be the least conspicuous one in the crowd, not to cause trouble, not to cause trouble, not to care about anyone, not to be remembered by anyone.After transmigrating, she almost forgot that she was not a killer in this life, so she didn't need to be so cautious.

"I think you like to be clean very much," Meng Xiaocom said with a smile on his lips, he flicked his right hand half hidden in his sleeve, his thumb and middle finger interlocked.

A drop of brown juice quietly flew into Zhao Lingling's handkerchief, leaving a light mark on it.

"Of course." Zhao Lingling had a smile on her face, but her heart was full of resentment.She is the prettiest girl in this cow village. Her father is a carpenter, and earns a lot more than a farmer. Since she was a child, no one in the village eats more expensively and dresses brighter than her.And this Meng Xiaosuo, who was so ugly and silent on weekdays, actually fascinated Young Master Ninth at once!She couldn't accept this fact.

"Are you going to put it next to your pillow and let it accompany you to sleep?" Meng Xiaoshu pointed at the handkerchief with a sneer.

"What are you talking about!" Zhao Lingling, whose thoughts were pierced, first cast a reproachful glance at Meng Xiaosuo, and then shyly glanced at Gu Zhiyuan, acquiescing to this statement.

A row of black lines appeared on Gu Zhiyuan's forehead. When he was in the capital, many women bribed his maids to secretly take away his used hairbands, discarded waste paper, and even unwashed shoes and socks as treasures. .I thought that this kind of thing would never happen again after leaving Beijing, but it turned out to be unavoidable.Thinking of this, he seemed to understand why he was so fascinated by Meng Xiaosuo. When they first met, she was not like ordinary women who marveled at her appearance. disdain.In addition, the scar on her face, which was obviously intentional, also aroused his infinite curiosity.

What a mysterious woman.Gu Zhiyuan sighed softly.For some reason, he actually felt that he was not good enough for her, not good enough for her undisguised savagery, and what seemed to be an innate scumbag.

When he was young, his mother told him in every possible way not to compete with others and not to show off his talents.Over time, he got used to hiding his emotions in his heart, no matter facing difficulties or hearing praises, he always had a faint smile on his face.

Seeing Meng Xiaosuo's reckless words and deeds, he was envious. She was like a bird, chirping and free, while he himself was the canary in a cage. Unspread.

Just as he was thinking, Meng Xiaocoma slapped him hard on the forehead: "Why are you so stupid?"

Seeing her fierce appearance, Gu Zhiyuan couldn't help but smiled slightly, and stroked her hair.

Meng Xiaoshao, who was rubbed inexplicably, almost dropped her chin, and was really troubled in her heart-what to touch, do you think this girl is a cat or a dog?
And that Zhao Lingling twisted her handkerchief angrily, wishing that it was Meng Xiaosuo's face.

After returning, the three of them had their own thoughts, and Gu Zhiyuan had nothing to do, so they had a drink with Duan Tai.

As soon as Zhao Lingling entered the house, she ran into the boudoir, spread the handkerchief evenly on the pillow, sniffed and sniffed, and sniffed again and again.

"Daughter, what's wrong with you?" Aunt Zhao, who pushed the door open, was taken aback, and went up to check her forehead temperature, "Could it be a fever?"

"Mom! Why didn't you knock on the door?" Zhao Lingling scolded and held the handkerchief in her arms like a baby.

Seeing that piece of handkerchief, Aunt Zhao could see it no matter how stupid she was, and said with a smile: "Daughter, can you gain anything if you go out with the Ninth Young Master today?"

"Yes, but... it's all because of Meng Xiaosuo!" Zhao Lingling pouted her lips, looking so cute.

"Any man with a bit of ability is extravagant. Only a wimp like your father is willing to guard me honestly. So, for such a trivial matter, don't forget to take it to heart." Aunt Zhao persuaded.

"But what he likes is that little slut with the scarred face, what better is that slut than me?" Zhao Lingling couldn't help but be angry.

"That's true..." Aunt Zhao pondered for a moment, and an inexplicable expression appeared on her cheeks that were flushed by the sun, "Your father was also a hot commodity when he was young. In order to marry him, I would Don't worry too much!"

These words may be heard by others, but Zhao Lingling's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he anxiously waited for the next words.

"Daughter, let me ask you, what is the most important thing for a woman?" Aunt Zhao asked.

Zhao Lingling thought for a while, and answered uncertainly: "Appearance?"

Aunt Zhao stretched out her rough fingers and poked lightly on her forehead: "Nonsense! If that's the case, wouldn't all the brothels be masters?"

"What is that?" Zhao Lingling was a little puzzled.

"Of course it's fame!" Aunt Zhao looked at her meaningfully, with a look of "you're too young, daughter", "What's the use of being good-looking without fame? ?”

Hearing this, Zhao Lingling's eyes lit up, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

　Happy New Year's Day, fellow book lovers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)