Father's Farmer's Wife: Farming Makes a Fortune

Chapter 357 Unstoppable ([-])

The waiter in the shop was still relentless: "Young master, you can do nothing for me. It's rare that our pavilion master will meet you if you don't come. If you don't go, how will I explain to him?" He muttered helplessly, Pulling Nanmenyue forcefully, she pushed open another entrance in the side hall and entered.

"My lord, just wait here for a while, and hand over your work to the pavilion master from there in a while." He pointed to the half-open partition, and prayed to Nanmenyue a few times The action, this is the door to go out.

Nanmenyue knew that he would not go far. Since everyone has come in, let's wait and see. She looked around and looked around this small room. It was very scholarly, and after wandering around, I sat down at the location designated by the waiter in the store. The painting was put down, and I waited with my chin resting on my hands.

For a long time, she didn't see any movement in the private room on the opposite side. She stretched out her finger and knocked on the door panel a few times, but she still didn't see a response. She wondered if she was let go by the owner of the pavilion. She stood up and was ready to leave , but a young man pushed the door and entered the house.

Nanmenyue raised her eyes, and her eyes fell on the man. He was wearing a pale narrow-sleeved waist-closing robe, with a silver auspicious cloud pattern on the cuffs, which was elegant yet plain, and was covered by a silver carved mask. Covering most of the face, all that can be seen are the sharpened nose tip and tightly pursed thin lips.

The man came pacing, if it wasn't for this outfit, if it wasn't for the rich and unfamiliar fragrance, Nanmen Yue would have had the illusion that she saw Qin Tinghan.

Qin Tinghan would never wear anything other than white, let alone use such an exaggerated and slightly pungent powder, and he was grounded by Qi Bai, how could he appear here.

Thinking like this, her nervousness was relieved a little. Looking at the man, she asked lightly: "Young master, are you also here to wait for the pavilion master to show you the work? She greeted her familiarly, shallow He smiled and said: "Me too, but the pavilion master is probably getting old, so his movements are slow, and he hasn't come for so long. "

As soon as Nanmenyue finished speaking, she realized the strangeness on the man's lips, and smiled awkwardly, knowing that she had said something wrong, what kind of place is this Ningyun Pavilion, and their pavilion master can't let her, a little person, make fun of her Yes, the atmosphere became weird, she opened her mouth to explain, but the man approached her.

Getting closer, the long arms stretched out to wrap her tightly in his arms.

"Young master, what do you want? What I said just now was not malicious." Nanmenyue shrank, leaning on the table with the partition, looking up at the man who was getting closer to her, fisting her small hands, He was about to make a move, but the man suddenly pulled away.

Standing in front of Nanmenyue, he had a picture scroll brought by Nanmenyue in his hand: "I am the Pavilion Master of Ningyun Pavilion." He clarified his identity, and his eyes fell on the surprised Nanmenyue She didn't know whether she was so surprised because of his identity or because of his familiar voice.

"I don't know that the Pavilion Master is so young and promising, so I didn't intend to offend you. Please forgive me." Nanmenyue explained, lowering her head to hide the throbbing in her heart. She must have gone crazy thinking about Qin Tinghan, Only when I saw a man, I imagined him as Qin Tinghan.

It seems that she is going to be terminally ill like Liu Zhiqiu.

Qin Tinghan withdrew his fiery gaze, and slowly opened the front part of the painting that Nanmenyue brought with her, her phoenix eyes tightened suddenly, and she quickly retracted the scroll, he was very familiar with this painting, it was At the beginning, after he met Nanmen Yue, he returned to the palace to create a temporary work, which was later donated to Nanmen Junhou.

Nanmenyue looked at him suspiciously, wondering why he acted so rashly, she stretched out her hand to take back the scroll, but Qin Tinghan turned around and walked towards the table, spread out the scroll, rubbed the ink, and painted on it casually Write a poem on it.

"Hey!" Nanmenyue yelled, but it was too late to stop it, it was over, this painting came along with her father, if her father knew about it, she must be dead.

She walked towards the table with a bitter face. Qin Tinghan had already finished writing, and there were a few more lines of writing in the lower left corner of the painting. After careful identification, she could vaguely read:

The new tombs in Qilian have been covered with moss, and the green pistils in Chongyang are too difficult to pick.

Before the leakage of the room, the moon is about to go west, and the light breeze rises from the Song Palace in the moonlight.

Now I worship the moon with tears streaming down my face, and watch my head sleep several times with one pillar.

After Nanmen Yue finished reading, her beautiful phoenix eyes looked at Qin Tinghan again, staring blankly, the arm hanging on one side stretched out uncontrollably, covering Qin Tinghan's mask, he didn't hide, he I thought it was Nanmenyue reading the meaning between the lines in this poem.

In the end, she still didn't have the courage to take off that mask. She was greedy for this feeling, as if Qin Tinghan was by her side. She knew she was deceiving herself, but she didn't want to expose herself. She withdrew her hand and murmured: "Pavilion master, please Excuse me, because you resemble someone I know."

She explained, bent down to dry the ink on the scroll, and put it away: "Thank you for the inscription, Pavilion Master."

She smiled, the sourness overflowing from the corner of her mouth made Qin Tinghan's heart tighten suddenly, he stretched out his arm, finally unable to restrain the pain in his heart, he grabbed her slender wrist: "Yue'er..." He He called her softly, with a voice as clear as a stream, mixed with indelible pain.

Nanmenyue's body froze suddenly, and her eyes began to turn red uncontrollably. The redness was frightening. She gritted her teeth. After all, she didn't have the courage to turn back. She was afraid that if she turned back, she would never have the courage to leave again, and she would die. Pilaipi clings to him.

She didn't want to be a stumbling block to his revenge, and she couldn't.

With a vigorous flick of her arm, she broke free from Qin Tinghan: "Since the pavilion master recognizes Yue'er, then Yue'er would like to make a merciless request. Our South Gate Academy lacks a master with a good literary background. Please ask the pavilion master to recommend one or two for me. Name, Yue'er thanked Pavilion Master again."

She owed her thanks, held the scroll tightly in her hand, and walked out of the house.

The sun was shining brightly outside the house, and it was very painful to shine on the tearful eyes.Nanmenyue sniffed, put away the scroll in her hand, returned to the stable position of the carriage, and drove the carriage home first.

She stated on the leaflet distributed by Qingyu and the others that those who want to run for the master of Nanmen Academy will come to Jinxiufang for the literary test and military test tomorrow. There is only half a day left, and she has to go back and talk to Her father discussed the exam questions carefully.

When the carriage drove into the yard, I saw Junhou of Nanmen sitting opposite a young master from a long distance under the flower stand. He seemed to be talking about something, and he seemed to be sitting together drinking tea. Can't see his face.

Nanmenyue got off the carriage suspiciously, and secretly hid the painting that came along from Nanmen Junhou behind her, before sneaking towards her small house.

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