Lord, don't be afraid, the princess is not angry

Chapter 123 Accident
Fang Qiniang stayed outside for a while, and the two people inside finally spoke.

"Have you read all those poetry collections?" Fang Jiulang looked out the window and asked, his neck moved slightly to turn to look at her, but he didn't move.

"I've seen it all." Zhuhua answered truthfully.

"how?"

"All good."

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he finally looked back at her, "Have you written poetry recently?"

"No." Zhuhua didn't understand why he kept staring at her writing poems, her Chinese teacher never stared at her like that.

"You go back and write a song, and I'll help you correct it."

Zhuhua pursed her lips in embarrassment, and said, "I can't write."

"How can you not write it?" Fang Jiulang looked at her slightly dissatisfied, and added in a low voice, "Today is Qixi Festival."

You also know that today is Qixi Festival, if you don’t confess your love and force people to write poems, are you not guilty?Zhuhua said inwardly, lowering her head slightly to suppress her urge to complain.Unfortunately, in Fang Jiulang's eyes, it was her shyness.

The beautiful woman under the lamp hangs her head down, like a willow blowing the clear waves of a lake.

He pondered the new sentence in his heart, and suddenly felt that her plain face in the past was particularly moving today.After looking at her for a long time, Zhu Hua felt a little angry, and then he said, "Is your skirt new today?"

"Yes." Zhuhua looked up at him and said.

He looked away and said lightly, "The flowers on it are beautiful."

"Thank you." Zhuhua reluctantly said, and after taking a deep breath, she decided to cut the mess quickly, "You know my father is a military officer, right?"

Fang Jiulang nodded and turned to look at her inexplicably.

Zhuhua was about to give a blunt rejection in her capacity as the daughter of the military officer's family, when suddenly someone came in from outside the door.It was Fang Qiniang's fiancé, Qian Silang, who came. Seeing that there were only Zhuhua and Fang Jiulang inside, he couldn't help being taken aback.

"Where's Qiniang? I'll go find her." After saying that, he immediately left the room.

It's just that other people also came at this time, Qian Silang had no choice but to follow them in, looking at Fang Jiulang apologetically.There were also two engaged couples who came out to celebrate Qixi this time, of which only Zhuhua and Fang Jiulang were not engaged yet.Zhuhua didn't know this before she came out, and now she really wants to leave but it's too late.After everyone has eaten, the first month of confinement, the sky is full of stars, it is a good time to go shopping.

There have been many stalls on the street, and many of them are selling lotus lanterns.After all, Qixi Festival is different from Mid-Autumn Festival. The streets are not as lively as Mid-Autumn Festival. Many of the people who come to visit are unmarried young men and women and children who love to join in the fun.The four pairs of men and women in their group were originally walking on the street together, but they gradually divided into two pairs, and then became a pair.Zhuhua and Fang Jiulang walked together, and their entourage followed from afar, trying to reduce their sense of presence.

But no matter how much they lowered their sense of presence, there was a limit. After all, they had all the money bags on them. If the two of them took something from the stall, they would have to follow immediately and be ready to pay at any time.After several times in a row, Zhuhua looked so tired that she didn't even want to go shopping at the stalls, so she bought a lotus lantern and planned to put the lanterns by the river.There are usually pens and inks on the stalls for people to inscribe on the lamps.Zhuhua thought for a while, but she had nothing else to ask for, so she wrote "May my eldest sister have a smooth delivery" on the lamp.

Fang Jiulang glanced at it, and quickly wrote a few words on his lamp. Zhuhua turned his head and saw that he wrote "May the eldest sister of the Cheng family have a smooth delivery".Zhuhua was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but look at him. He glanced at her and then looked away.

"I heard that your eldest sister is pregnant with twins, so it's better for two to beg."

You made a good excuse, Zhuhua curled her lips and thought, but she was still moved in the end.

"Thank you." She said nicely.

"Well. It should be." He said slightly with a corner of his mouth.

Zhuhua wanted to laugh, and walked with him to the place where the lanterns would be put on, put the lotus lanterns into the river, clasped her hands together and prayed slowly.When I opened my eyes, I couldn't tell where her lamp was drifting to. When I carefully judged it, I glanced at the diagonally opposite river bank from the corner of my eye, and it seemed that someone was looking here.Because the distance was too far and the light was dim, Zhuhua couldn't see clearly.

"Miss, what's the matter?" Qiu Chu asked softly at the side.

"It's nothing." Zhuhua turned her head and smiled at her, and when she looked over again, the man in white who was standing there had disappeared.Zhuhua felt a chill on her back, could it be that this night is a ghost?Quickly dismissing this idea, Zhuhua and Fang Jiulang went back to the street, and after walking a few steps, someone followed.

"Cousin, are you coming to release the river lantern?"

Zhuhua didn't even need to look back, she knew that this was one of Fang Jiulang's many cousins, the voice was quite familiar, Zhuhua thought for a moment and then thought of a little girl who always loved to stare at her.Speaking of being stared at, it doesn't hurt. If the other party keeps staring like this, maybe the eyeballs will tend to slant. This is really a skill that doesn't hurt others but only yourself.As a mature woman, she didn't want to compete with a little girl to be jealous.So when the little girl stepped forward to grab Fang Jiulang's sleeve, Zhuhua didn't react at all, but wanted to avoid it.

"Cousin, please help me write a few words on the lamp." Fang's cousin begged delicately, gouging out Zhuhua by the way, but Zhuhua didn't accept it, Zhuhua was looking around for a stall to kill time.

"Don't you know how to write?" Fang Jiulang frowned and said, trying to pull out his sleeves, but unfortunately he failed to pull them out several times.

He is not good at dealing with such things, so he couldn't help looking at Zhuhua, hoping that she wouldn't get annoyed by any misunderstanding.

Seeing Fang Jiulang looking at Zhuhua, the cousin of the Fang family was in a worse mood. She squeezed Fang Jiulang hard, and she scolded: "If my cousin doesn't write for me, I will tell my aunt and grandma, and let them teach you a lesson. .”

Although the family didn't want Fang Jiulang to get closer to his in-laws, they didn't want him to offend everyone either.It's just that he doesn't understand these things, and always just ignores them.

"I don't usually practice calligraphy well, so I feel ashamed to complain to my elders." Fang Jiulang said with a cold face, and winked at the boy to help him pull out his sleeves.

The boy didn't dare to offend the dear cousin of the old lady of the Fang family, so he pulled a few handfuls and pretended not to use too much force.It's a pity that the cousin of Fang's family still felt very wronged. A servant dared to go to the street to argue with her.The maid beside her hurriedly came to persuade her, but the servant did not dare to hold her any longer, and even Fang Jiulang looked helpless.

"You guys are busy, I'll go over there to have a look." Zhuhua saw someone interested in watching from the sidelines, she hurriedly said and backed out.

Her slight affection for Fang Jiulang is really not enough to support her in facing trouble.

Fang Jiulang wanted to say something else, but Zhuhua walked into the crowd nimbly, blocking Fang Jiulang's gaze with the body of others.Fang Jiulang watched her disappear into the crowd, and when he looked closely, she was no longer there.

"Miss, are you just throwing Mr. Fang away?" Qiu Chu followed Zhuhua, saw her picking up a mask on a stall without distraction, and couldn't understand what Zhuhua meant.

This mask is a bit out of place, it sells some ghost masks, it looks a little scary, like today, when men and women go out together, few people come to this stall.If in a few days it's the [-]th day of the seventh lunar month, there will be more people wearing ghost masks on the street, and many people will buy one even if they look scared.In the past, Zhuhua would never come to this stall, but she stopped at this stall because other stalls made her not interested.

"Do you think if we go home today and wear these two masks to scare Dabao and Erbao, they will be scared?" Zhuhua held a red ghost mask in her left hand and a blue ghost mask in her right hand, gesticulating on her face. ask at once.

"Miss." Qiuchu stamped anxiously.

Zhuhua was helpless, and smiled at her: "Why are you so anxious, we have nothing to do with such a family and we are so tired looking at it, if there is something to do, wouldn't we have to waste our whole life fighting against our cousins? Life is in a hurry, I have so much free time, I might as well study a few snacks and earn a little money.”

Every year, Zhuhua wants to sell a few dim sum in partnership with Fang's Dim Sum Shop. Now Fang's Dim Sum Shop has opened two new branches in the capital, and each business is doing well.It's just that after so many years, the dim sum recipes in Zhuhua's mind are almost used.The business of her underwear store has been doing well recently, so she is thinking of opening a snack shop next year. If so, the cooperation with Fang's snack shop may be terminated.In fairness, she would rather want Fang's Dim Sum Shop to continue to cooperate, but now that Fang Jiulang is involved, she has a knot in her heart.

She was already thinking about the shop, but at the beginning of the autumn, she was still feeling sorry for Fang Jiulang, "Which big family doesn't have a few cousins? Even if you come from a poor family, maybe there are a few relatives who love autumn, unless it's that No father and no mother. If this is the case, this person should have committed some evil by nature, just like His Royal Highness King Ping..."

"Don't talk about the royal family." Zhuhua said seriously.

Qiu Chu immediately said nothing, and looked around carefully, seeing a young man in white who was also choosing a mask, he couldn't help but take a look.Seeing this, she was also taken aback for a moment, there is actually someone prettier than Mr. Fang in this world.Qiuchu followed Zhuhua all the year round, sometimes when they were on the street, Zhuhua would often criticize the men and women on the street with her, now seeing such a handsome young man, Qiuchu naturally tugged at Zhuhua's sleeve, wanting to share with her .

Zhuhua didn't know what it meant, and thought she was begging for mercy for the nonsense, so she said in a soft tone: "Actually, His Highness Prince Ping is such a good person, there are no other women in the mansion so far, so it's so quiet."

"Maybe he wants to have fun." Qiu Chu answered casually, and immediately regained consciousness and whispered in Zhuhua's ear, "There's someone beside you..."

Zhuhua thought that someone was eavesdropping on the two of them talking, so she looked over suddenly, and it happened that the person had put a mask on his face and couldn't see his face.Seeing his mask, Zhuhua couldn't help laughing, the evil ghost painted on the mask looked anxious, maybe it was a pervert, but no one would pick it.The man seemed dazed for a moment, and looked at her inexplicably, waiting for them to pay and take three masks and leave.He didn't take off the mask either, he could only look at the direction she was leaving with some melancholy.

After watching for a while, he saw someone blocking their way, he paid the money and immediately followed.Zhuhua was looking coldly at the little gangster who blocked her way, logically there are very few such short-sighted people on this street.With her long attire today, no matter how you look at it, she is a lady of everyone. The people have never fought with the officials, and these people came to attack her only when they got impatient.Furthermore, there are quite a lot of servants on this street. After the murder of the son of the Lihou Mansion in the street a few years ago, the Jingzhao Mansion was also impeached by the governor. After that, the number of servants patrolling the main streets in Chang'an increased.On a day like today, the Jingzhao Mansion also sent extra manpower to prevent any accidents from happening. Zhuhua glanced to the side, and she could see guards coming here from a distance.

Apparently these gangsters also knew that the guards were coming soon, so they hurried forward to surround Zhuhua and Qiuchu to avoid other people's sight.

"Miss..." Qiu Chu moved nervously to Zhu Hua's side.

"Miss Lin taught you, do you still remember?" Zhuhua asked calmly.

Mrs. Lin is the master who teaches martial arts in the mansion, and she didn't leave until Jinhua got married. Usually, besides the three young ladies who were tutors, the three young ladies' personal maids also learned a few tricks.Although they have learned it, they have never fought against anyone in the early autumn, and this time there are so many people, how could the two of them be able to fight?
"I taught you, you haven't forgotten, have you?"

In addition to the martial arts taught by Mrs. Lin, Zhuhua also taught them in private how to defend against wolves and some basic defense knowledge.In her previous life, Zhuhua often brought cash to make payments alone. She had also studied how to deal with such a thing.Judging from her two lives, the two of them were walking well on the road just now, when a group of people suddenly came to block their way, this must have been premeditated.It doesn't look like a human transaction, but it seems to be venting for others, Zhuhua thought to herself, if it's not for the Cheng family, then it's for her.Such a low-grade scene is more likely to be aimed at her.

After all, Qiu Chu had encountered an assassin, he immediately calmed down, remembered what Zhu Hua had taught him before, took a deep breath, and then yelled loudly: "Someone is here, someone set fire!"

Zhuhua once told her that it is useless to shout for money and murder when encountering such a thing, only shouting for arson can be ignored, Qiuchu thinks it makes sense.Zhuhua didn't know if this was useful in ancient times, but when she saw people gathering, she thought that at least it would deter the bad guys to a certain extent.

Seeing Qiu Chu yelling, the visitor panicked, and shouted, "What are you yelling!"

Saying that the man wanted to go up to Qiuchu's mouth, Zhuhua immediately stepped forward to push his hand away, and stood in front of Qiuchu.That person seemed to be taken aback, even the people who came from afar were also taken aback, and was about to step forward quickly, when Zhuhua naturally raised her leg and kicked the person opposite.Because of the length of her legs and the length of her skirt, the place she kicked was a little awkward, just under the opponent's straddle.She kicked a little harder, and the man stumbled backwards before he clamped his legs and rolled on the ground in pain.

Zhuhua frowned slightly, with a half-smile at the corner of her mouth, she immediately restrained her face and said to Qiuchu solemnly: "Look, I said kicking there is the most effective."

While speaking, she caught sight of a masked man in white standing not far away from the corner of her eye.This person has been following since just now, maybe he is the mastermind behind the scenes, Zhuhua thought to herself.But before she had time to think too much, other people around her came to grab her.

　Suddenly fell in love with Shang Jiulang~even though he doesn't even have a proper name~
　　When Ping Wang appeared on the stage, he was either bewitched or green, and Fang Jiulang appeared as a girl who was fascinated by thousands of people. I have to think about the meaning of the existence of the male protagonist?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)