The wonderful world of fast time travel

The proprietress who went out was surrounded by those girls.The lady proprietress put one hand on her hips, and rushed with the handkerchief in the other: "What are you doing here? Go out to meet the guests."

They were also used to seeing the lady boss's appearance, so they were not afraid at all. They looked inside with a smile and asked, "What about Mr. Xu? Why didn't you see him come out?"

The proprietress raised her eyebrows and asked back: "Why, is this a fancy to someone?"

A girl immediately retorted: "How is that possible?" But the expression on her face betrayed her.

Another girl said: "Even if he likes him, he doesn't like us!"

Hearing this, everyone lowered their heads.At this point, they have no other ideas, they just want someone to take them away from this kind of welcoming and flattering days, to live a stable life, counting daily necessities.After finally meeting a lover, it is impossible to say that he is not moved.As the saying goes: It is easy to find a priceless treasure, but it is rare to find a lover.

The proprietress stretched out her index finger, pointed at them and warned, "Stop daydreaming, with your identities, do you expect someone to really love you?"

Someone pouted and said, "I think Mr. Xu treats Sister Feixue very sincerely."

The proprietress said displeased: "What's the use of being sincere? You've seen their end."

Several people were speechless for a while, and their expressions were very depressed.

The proprietress said hard-heartedly: "Don't blame me for speaking badly. If you are in our line of work, appoint me."

The youngest girl couldn't hold back, sobbing on the other's shoulder.

The man gently patted and supported her on the back, trying to comfort her, but he also started crying.

The proprietress looked at them and couldn't help but think of herself many years ago.Who hasn't had such a silly dream naively, but the reality is a piece of iron, smashing this vulnerable dream abruptly.

When Zheng Ling walked out of the side hall, the youngest girl who had been waiting outside stepped forward.

Zheng Ling passed by.

"Mr. Xu," she called out to him.

Zheng Ling stopped.

The girl walked up to him, stared at the bloodshot eyes, and asked softly: "Do you still love Sister Feixue?"

Zheng Ling smiled, but didn't answer.

The girl couldn't get an answer, so she didn't give up, and asked again: "Do you still love Sister Feixue?"

At this moment, Zheng Ling's throat was too dry to speak, but he still squeezed out a few words: "Xu Yuan has always loved Feixue."

Hearing this, the girl smiled, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said with a crying voice, "If there is a chance, I will tell Sister Feixue that there is someone who still loves her."

Zheng Ling bowed to her.Thanks!

Staring at the fading back, the girl smiled heart-wrenchingly.Sister Feixue, I really envy you that someone can love you like this.

After a long time, the girl walked briskly and ran in front of the sisters, and everyone asked her what she had just said to Mr. Xu.

The girl raised her chin and said with a smile: "I told him my name, and I asked him if he could accept me."

After a brief moment of stupefaction, everyone opened their mouths to blame her, but in the end they all stopped at the same time.What to say about her?Are you saying she is stupid?She said that she was humiliating herself, knowing that he didn't love you, so why bother to ask affectionately?But they don't even have the courage to ask, even if the result is not what they want, but after trying, they will learn to be willing.

Looking at the envious eyes of the sisters, the girl looked out of the window at the luxurious and lustful building with a smile on her face.You see, some people envy me, which is great.

The girl smiled and shed tears.It turns out that tears are hot, and the place where they slide will be hot.

After leaving the place of fireworks, Zheng Ling dragged his tired body and walked slowly along the road.

The servants carried the lanterns and followed step by step. Seeing the young master staggering, they hurriedly helped him up.

Zheng Ling waved their hands away and continued walking.

Not long after, a warm yellow light appeared in front of him. Zheng Ling looked intently, but couldn't see the face of the person coming.

When they got closer, Li Chengjing saw the eye-catching palm print on Zheng Ling's cheek. He stroked it distressedly, and asked with a frown, "Who hit it?"

Zheng Ling smiled and pointed to himself.

Li Chengjing looked at the direction of the road behind Zheng Ling, sighed, and said softly, "Why bother yourself?"

Zheng Ling shook his head, this is not a worry, but fortunately he came, knowing that Feixue has always loved Xu Yuan.

Li Chengjing handed the lantern to the boy beside him, bent down, and was about to carry Zheng Ling on his back.

Zheng Ling refused and stopped it.He's not that vulnerable.

Li Chengjing still bent over and said, "Come up."

Zheng Ling shook his head, bypassed him, and walked forward.

Li Chengjing didn't give him another chance to refuse, and forcibly turned his back on him, ordering the servant to lead the way.

Zheng Ling wanted to say to put him down, but he couldn't speak, so he had to let Li Chengjing carry him on his back.Under the bright moon, with broad shoulders, steady steps, and warm back, Zheng Ling gradually relaxed, and fell asleep unconsciously.

After a night of no dreams until dawn, Zheng Ling woke up to find that this room was very strange, not the furnishings he was familiar with, nor the guest room of the Xiangfu.

Not long after, the door made a slight sound, and Li Chengjing walked in. Seeing him wake up, he smiled and said, "You're awake."

Zheng Ling was full of doubts at the moment.But he vaguely remembered that he met Li Chengjing last night.

Li Chengjing sat by the bed and explained: "I guess you don't want the prime minister to see the palm print on your face, so you took the initiative to bring you to me."

Zheng Ling's voice improved a lot, and he said, "Thank you."

Li Chengjing patted Zheng Ling's head and said, "I told you not to be so polite with me."

Zheng Ling smiled and nodded.

"Get up, it's getting late."

"Ah."

Looking at the many palm prints that had disappeared in the bronze mirror, Zheng Ling silently thanked Li Chengjing for everything he had done for him.

After breakfast, Li Chengjing took Zheng Ling's hand and handed him a jade pendant.

Zheng Ling glanced at the jade pendant in his hand, then looked at Li Chengjing wonderingly.

Li Chengjing told him: "I told you before that when you come back, I will give you my priceless treasure. Although this jade pendant is not as valuable as the folding fan that Uncle Guo gave you, it is from my family. Take it well." keep it."

Zheng Ling hurriedly returned the jade pendant: "Since it is inherited from the ancestors, how can you give it to others so easily, take it back quickly."

Li Chengjing smiled and said, "You are not someone else."

Zheng Ling said a lesson: "Even if I have a strong relationship with you, you can't give it to me!" In order to make his words convincing, Zheng Ling added: "Have you seen me give you anything? "

Li Chengjing said seriously: "I want to give it to you."

"But I won't accept it." Zheng Ling stuffed the jade pendant into Li Chengjing's hands: "If you insist on doing this again, don't blame me for turning your face and leaving."

Seeing Zheng Ling's tough attitude, Li Chengjing had no choice but to take the next best thing and said, "Then I'll send it to you, are you willing to take it?"

Seeing that he was willing to give in, Zheng Ling's face softened a little: "Tell me what it is first."

Li Chengjing didn't say anything, walked into the room, took out a folding fan, and said: "I painted the painting on it with my own hands, I hope you don't dislike it."

Zheng Ling opened the folding fan.He originally thought that the paintings on it would be some landscapes, or the Four Gentlemen. It wasn't until the fans were all opened that he realized that he had guessed wrong. The painting on it was the scene at the gate of the city that day. There was a person sitting in a carriage and waving outwards. , without inscription.

Recalling that day, Zheng Ling asked him, "Why didn't you draw that wet man?"

Li Chengjing replied: "It's unsightly." He planned to keep this folding fan for himself.

Zheng Ling smiled: "Indeed."