The sick beauty has caught the bamboo horse

The next day.

"Who?" Zhou Qingyan didn't hear Ah Qiang's words clearly, "Which one delivers the post?"

Ah Qiang's tone was very complicated: "Ji family, it is said that the nephew of the head of the family is an official in the capital. Miss Ji family and Ji today, yesterday I heard that the pavilion master is here and I would like to invite you to make a congratulation."

When Zhou Qingyan was still Emperor Jiaxing's confidant, any major business in the capital had to submit a post - although few people really wanted him to go, they couldn't offend their face.

Moreover, this post was not posted casually, not to mention one month in advance, but also ten days in advance, and the bronzing post had to be handpicked and screened by famous calligraphy masters before reporting it to the national teacher.

After Zhou Qing got sick, he gradually faded out of the court's sight, but no one with a discerning eye dared to underestimate him.

I never thought that I would receive such a post within a day of coming to Jiangnan East Road.The Ji family probably thought that he did a good job, but Ah Qiang felt that this thing was hot to hold.

Zhou Qingyan didn't care about these things, he cared about other points: "Nowadays, rumors are spreading on Jiangnan East Road, how dare the Ji family make a big fanfare and hold a ceremony?"

According to the rumors, it's not blatantly saying to the person who made the Gu: "My family has a big girl who has not left the cabinet and is waiting for you!"

Miss Ji really didn't pick it up?

Chu Heng thought for a moment: "We're new here, so I don't know what Miss Ji's status is at home."

Zhou Qingyan curled her thin lips: "Go and have a look and you'll know? Ah Qiang prepares the gift, let's congratulate Miss Ji."

The young man had Chu Heng's massage last night, and Liu Qun's soft voice comforted him. He had a rare sleep until dawn, and today he woke up radiant, and even his usually pale lips were a little more bloody.

When he was sick, he was very attractive, not to mention that his complexion is getting better now, and Chu Heng's heart is surging when he sees it.

Zhou Qingyan was thoughtful: "This rumor sounds like it was specially prepared for us." After counting the time, the rumor spread on Jiangnan East Road as soon as he took over this hot potato.

It is far-fetched to say that this matter has nothing to do with witchcraft.

Left and right he also wanted to investigate Zhaohe's poisoning, and there was no reason to use the clues that came to his door.

Chu Heng looked at the man sitting in the wheelchair pinching his clean and white chin, endured and endured, and finally broke his defense after some bastard licked his lips inadvertently.

The man looked out the window calmly - it was very empty.

Zhou Qingyan looked at him strangely: "Ziyuan, what are you doing...uh." The young man's unfinished words were all submerged in subtle friction and swallowing.

The man put his hand behind his head, and it took a long time before he finally let go.

Zhou Qingyan was a little anxious, and there was a slight flash of light and deep and strong affection in his eyes.His forearm rested on the man's shoulder, and his slender fingers intertwined behind the man's head.

After a while, he whispered something in the man's ear.Thin and soft.

Chu Heng's eyes deepened: "Don't get angry."

The young man let go of his hands, tilted his head and muttered innocently: "How can I have it?"

Chu Heng got up from the wheelchair and gently pressed Zhou Qingyan's unconscious lower back: "Wait a minute."

Before the ancestor could say anything to make his blood boil, Chu Heng pushed him out of the room: "Ah Qiang's ceremony is probably ready."

Zhou Qingyan smiled silently, with an extremely serious face: "Then let's go."

The Ji family deserves to have a relative who is an official in the capital, and the mansion is extremely luxurious.The red lacquered three-door gate is inlaid with gold shop heads, and the red lanterns are hung all over the eaves, and even the door is paved with bluestone bricks.

There is an endless stream of people coming and going.

Zhou Qingyan was pushed by Ah Qiang, and Chu Heng walked beside him.The young man's eyes were sharp, and he saw the small and delicate shop head at a glance, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Chi kiss."

"What is Chi kiss?" Ah Qiang asked after not reading much.

Zhou Qingyan stared at her resentfully: "Going to school at the same time, why Gong Yuan and A Lian are more knowledgeable than you."

Ah Qiang pouted aggrievedly, she couldn't understand.A-Lian learned well, but it doesn't mean I learned well.

Chu Heng laughed for a moment, and explained: "Chiwen is one of the nine sons of the dragon. It can swallow everything. It is said that it has the ability to protect houses and ward off evil spirits."

Anyone can use Long Zi now, so Emperor Jiaxing must know that he must vomit three liters of blood.

When they arrived at the door and handed over the post, a man who looked like a butler came to greet him: "Lord Zhou, I'm sorry to welcome you. My master has been waiting for you for a long time. Please come inside."

Ah Qiang frowned delicately in the dark, obviously very dissatisfied with the Ji family's hospitality.At the beginning, Su Qing was greeted at the gate of the palace.

Ah Qiang can't turn her head around, and always thinks that her pavilion master deserves the best in the world.

Zhou Qingyan smiled gently and politely, and followed the butler all the way into Ji's mansion.Everywhere in the Ji Mansion exudes a sense of resplendent and magnificent, but the interior decorations are quite haphazard.

The three of them didn't point it out in their eyes.The subordinates put down the congratulatory gifts according to the guidance of the servants of Ji's family, and Ah Qiang pushed Zhou Qingyan into the hall to meet the master of Ji's mansion.

There were quite a few people in the hall.

Zhou Qingyan's eyes flashed, and before he could speak, someone in the hall turned his head and called out in surprise: "Master of the State!"

Immediately afterwards, a chubby body galloped towards him.

Pan Feisong smiled and said to A Qiang: "Miss A Qiang has worked hard. I will push, I will push, don't hurt the girl's hand."

The calluses on her hands for practicing whips are much rougher than your delicate hands.Zhou Qingyan said a word silently in his heart.

Ah Qiang really likes Pan Feisong.He has a sweet mouth and is harmless, and he doesn't meander when he speaks. He is easy to get along with and has a good temper, but he really dare not push this wheelchair for him.

I'm afraid that this dude will accidentally turn the master upside down.

Chu Heng held Pan Feisong's hand silently.

Until another voice came from the hall: "Fei Song, don't push if the road is uneven."

Chu Heng looked at the person who spoke - he was a young man with a handsome appearance, not very old, with hair on the sideburns and clothes that were very old-fashioned, and there was an obvious scar on his right forehead.

The young man stepped out of the crowd and bowed solemnly: "I have met the Master of the National Teacher, my son."

Chu Heng returned a half-respect without saying a word.

Pan Feisong let go of the armrest of the wheelchair, and said cheerfully, "My lord, are you also coming to Miss Ji's ceremony?"

"Mr. Pan, Rou'er is your sister-in-law, I don't know how to behave!"

Zhou Qingyan saw that it was Mrs. Ji who was speaking. An elderly woman with a majestic face was sitting on the left side of the main head, and the right side would be Master Ji without accident.

Pan Feisong was not polite at all: "I only have a brother-in-law, where is my sister-in-law?"

Madam Ji's face flushed with anger, but Ji Cheng secretly smiled.

Master Ji told his wife to shut up with a cold look, and hurriedly walked up to Zhou Qingyan and knelt down in front of Zhou Qingyan and said, "I have met the Master of the National Teacher, Wan An, the Master of the National Teacher."

When he knelt down, the rest of the Ji family also knelt down together.

He probably wanted to show respect to the national teacher, but he didn't think that Jishou Zhili was three points shorter than Ji Cheng.

However, Zhou Qingyan didn't bother to care about the grievances between these people. He came today mainly to see the heroine who "committed crimes against the wind".

So Zhou Qingyan smiled faintly: "There is no need to be too polite."

Master Ji got up and greeted the person to the seat: "My little daughter and Jiji will start in an hour. Please wait a moment, Mr. Guoshi."

Zhou Qingyan glanced at him with a half-smile, then took Chu Heng's hand and interlocked his fingers: "Ziyuan, can you sit on my lap?"

Sweat dripped off Master Ji's face in an instant, and he was at a loss for what to do.The people below didn't even dare to breathe, and the atmosphere suddenly reached a stalemate.

He thought this man was the guard of the national teacher, but he didn't expect that the two of them had such a relationship!

Chu Heng looked at Zhou Qingyan helplessly.He knew that this person was upset because the Ji family underestimated him.

Chu Heng actually didn't care about these things, he didn't have any official position, and Bairenlou rarely showed up in front of people, and he had the aura of Zhou Qingyan's national teacher in front of him, so it was normal for others not to notice him.

However, this man loved him deeply, valued him, and even lost his temper for him, which warmed Chu Heng's heart—as if a long drought meets rain, and winter night meets spring.

Master Ji's face turned pale and forced a smile: "It's the villain who didn't entertain well, this young man please take a seat, take a seat."

Chu Heng would rather not sit - sitting across a table from A Yan, instead, he would not be able to meet him all the time.But the world is big, and the most important thing is to make the little ancestor happy.

Only then did Zhou Qingyan's expression soften a little.

After the servants served tea and snacks, Pan Feisong quietly approached him for some reason and whispered, "My lord, why did you come to see Jili?"

Before Zhou Qingyan could reply, Pan Feisong continued, "You are here to save face for them. They are not good people. The Ji family's mind is broken!"

Every time Zhou Qingyan talked to Pan Feisong, it was like joking with a three-year-old child. Hearing the words, he was so overjoyed that he lowered his head pretendingly and lowered his voice: "Why do you say that?"

This time Pan Feisong got excited: "You don't know, my wife's surname is Ji, and she was the seventh young master from Ji's concubine before she was 12 years old... Hey, why are you dragging me?"

The last sentence was addressed to Ji Cheng, and Pan Feisong turned his head with a strange expression: "Why, do you want tea?"

The expression on Ji Cheng's face froze: "..." This idiot!

Zhou Qingyan looked at Ji Cheng leisurely and sighed: "Well, I want to drink tea."

Pan Feisong then picked up his teacup with a normal face, blew it off and took a sip: "No ginger, drink it."

"If you want to drink tea, why don't you tell me what to do with me." Pan Feisong muttered, "I'm talking about the key here."

Ji Cheng's hand was stuffed to the brim by a teacup, and it was true that he had no hand to pull Pan Feisong.The young man took a sip of tea, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the two people who were chatting happily.

The national teacher who covers the sky with one hand in the capital is not as simple as you think, if he sells you, you may be happy to help count the money.

Ji Cheng has always been self-aware, his knowledge is only enough to do some housework, and the scheming of the city government is only enough to protect Pan Feisong, a foolish idiot, and he is definitely not Zhou Qingyan's opponent.

He was afraid that Pan Feisong would be cheated.

But now it seems...

Looking at the two drooping heads, Ji Cheng was caught off guard and met Chu Heng's eyes.

This national teacher's "male pet" does not seem to be simple, he nodded politely and distantly towards Ji Cheng, then combed the national teacher's fine hair behind his head, and reminded him to drink water to support him from time to time.

I don't know what Pan Feisong said to him, but when Zhou Qingyan raised his head, his expression was still full of meaning.

"And then?" Zhou Qingyan felt that Mr. Wenquan's storytelling was not so exciting, "You haven't said why your wife is no longer from the Ji family after she is 12 years old?"

Just as Pan Feisong was about to speak, there was a sudden sound of a gong.

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the door—a girl with waist-length hair and a curvaceous figure in a white dress walked slowly in.

The girl covered half of her face with a round fan, only revealing a pair of shy and smart big eyes looking forward. She didn't know many guests in the hall, but she didn't look around ignorantly.

The girl moved lightly with lotus steps, and when she reached the center, she slowly lowered the round fan with her hands without cardamom, revealing a fair and small face.

Miss Ji's boudoir name is Ji Wanrou, and she is quite famous on Jiangnan East Road. Everyone praises her for two things: Qingci's literary talents are outstanding, and her looks are overwhelming.

Nowadays, her literary talents can't be reflected, but Ji Wanrou is most proud of her face, and she loves white dresses very much - her brother in the capital once praised her for her elegant appearance in white clothes.

But now, the idea of ​​stunning everyone has not been realized.When the guests present looked at her, they all had ordinary faces, and some of them were even puzzled.

Ji Wanrou stood there blankly, until she turned her head slightly and saw Zhou Qingyan.The girl's pupils shrank, and her breathing stagnated for an instant.

"Here, she is Miss Ji's family." Pan Feisong whispered, "I stole Xiaocheng's poems that year and said that I made it myself. She won the name of a talented woman. She loves to wear white clothes on weekdays."

Pan Feisong paused at this point, his eyes involuntarily glanced at Zhou Qingyan.

The young man and him looked at each other for a while, then suddenly realized, then turned back and blinked innocently at Chu Heng: "Don't blame me."

Chu Heng looked at Ji Wanrou who was standing there, the latter's expression of complacency was no longer there.Seeing her clenched hands, the man couldn't help frowning.

Chu Heng: "It's your fault, it's too eye-catching, and it stole the limelight from the eldest lady."

Chu Heng's words did not lower his voice, and immediately spread to every corner of the hall.

The scene was suddenly dead silent.