Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

On the following day, according to Ling Jingxuan’s plan, some people went to the Chief Secretary to scream and scream in the early morning. Of course, in order to be realistic, the shouting is definitely a native of southern Xinjiang. Although it was another person who was beaten by Jiang’s family last night, after Ling Jingxuan’s skillful makeup, the person looked like he was really hurt very seriously. After asking the people’s face to ask the 'original’ of the matter, Yan Xiaobei personally took people to Jiangjia Town to get people.

"Do you say that Xiaobei can get people back?"

In the back house, everyone who had eaten breakfast together chatted casually. Several children only had the least love to learn. Only the small corps that knew the play stayed in the hall and rolled on the ground together? ? Rolling? ?

"Don't underestimate the Xiaobei of my family. As long as the Jiang family does not know about rebellion, they must be handed over."

Ling Jingxuan squatted on the table and looked at Yuan Shaoqi’s question. Even if Xiaobei couldn’t, wouldn’t there be Yan Si and An Shaonong? The Jiang family is tyrannical, and the Ming Dynasty still has to give the court a few thin faces, and they are directly entering Jiangjia Town to take people. The Jiang family should not want to move their hands to stain their own places.

“It’s as if you’re all right, what if you can’t get it back?”

Nothing is idle, Zeng Shaoqing asked him to lift the bar, Ling Jingxuan propped up his body and called a small group.

"Hey!"

The small group that was playing on the ground rolled over and climbed up. He ran over with a smile on his face. Ling Jingxuan said with a hand: "Can you borrow a copper plate?"

"Okay."

The little group didn't even think about it. Picking up his little purse and pulling out a copper plate from inside to him: "Would you like to go shopping and buy things?"

He also wants to go! I haven't been to the street for a long time.

“A copper plate to buy something?”

Not arrogantly poked his head, Ling Jingxuan bounced the copper plate to the middle of the table: "Bet a copper plate, Xiaobei will surely catch people back."

"Yeah will bet you!"

Picking up the copper plate, Zeng Shaoqing went up and idle, Ling Jingxuan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and got up and took up his small group: "Take you to the street."

"Yeah! You are so great!"

The small group jumped up happily, and the bright smile on the face was left behind by Yan Yanrui. "Is it really going to the street?" Didn't listen to him, he is not too hot outside?

"Of course it is true, can't you smother my little corps?"

Turning back and throwing him a smile, Ling Jingxuan refused Lingyun's request to help them prepare the carriage. The Chief Secretary was in the middle of the city, went out to the street, and took a ride in the carriage. Besides, he has no special destination. He simply wants to take his son out to go shopping.

"I am going with you."

Before the smashing of Yan Ruirui, Chu Yunhan got up and walked over to them.

"I'll go as well."

The daughter-in-law has gone, how could Zeng Shaoqing still sit still?

"..."

Yan Ruirui was speechless and silently followed up. Yuan Shaoqi did not bother to disturb them. When they left, they went back to the house to write a letter to his family, and everybody abused him, and he was more and more missing him. The family respects John.

The city of southern Hubei is a very old city, but it is built very solid and firm, and has not experienced the baptism of war. The street does not feel any vicissitudes of history. Some are just the hawkers and the laughter of the people. A few people in the crowd are undoubtedly outstanding, attracting a lot of attention.

"Uncle, business is okay!"

"Auntie is so beautiful!"

"Sister, your clothes are so beautiful."

"Uncle, is this awkward?"

Along the way, the four people once again saw the words of the small group, and even the people who passed by, he can sweetly praise others. Every time he passes a booth, he will smile and say hello to others. People who don’t know may be thinking that they are more familiar. The person who greeted him enthusiastically took a glimpse. Then he saw his chubby little body, and after a lovely smile, he mostly responded with a big smile. Some of them still Give him a sugar or a fruit or something, the small group is also welcome, all received a single, and Ling Lingxuan decided to eat non-toxic after eating on the spot, it can be said that it did not spend a penny to eat all the streets .

"He has always been like this?"

The first time I saw this situation, Zeng Shaoqing was surprised and slightly opened his mouth. Is this too bullish? It is much more powerful than he and the old nine.

"It looks like it."

Ling Jingxuan can't help but feel shame. Once again, he seriously questioned who the child is like. His family prince is not the kind of person who is familiar with it. He need not to mention it, including his big steamed buns, Xiaobei Tie. The baby and the Shang Qing, who are far away from the capital, are not like this. Did they develop this kind of temper for his small group?

What he didn't know was that the small group would be like this because they used to live in the palace. The buns didn't often go to the East Street to go idle. The merchants in East Street all know them all. However, their character has been shaped, and they always carry **** and black. Even if they never make trouble, everyone will not take the initiative to approach them, but since the small group After appearing in the East Street, the meat is very cute, and the children of their respected Wang Hao are even more cute when driving the small carriage. The most important thing is that he will not bring **** and black. They are all the same as him. The people in the East Street have made him cute. After he greeted him, he found that his mouth is still very sweet. For a long time, the small group is used to it every time. I went to the streets to greet others. I don’t know if I knew them. I smiled and smiled. I often laughed at the merchants on the East Street. The small group was still not very sensible. After seeing others happy, I thought I was doing it myself. If you do well, it will become like this in the end.

So, the environment is an important cradle for nurturing a person, just like a big buns, a slap in the face, a greed, isn’t it because the family was so poor that it was not enough to open the pot? The big buns are long brothers, and the old man is also stupid. He can't wait for a penny to be used for two money. The little buns just want to fill their stomachs under his protection. In fact, they are small. The dumplings are the same, but the environment is different and the habits of cultivation are different.

"In terms of raising my son, I have to say, you are this!"

Zeng Shaoqing gave them a thumbs up. Whose children can be like their family? Everyone has a distinct personality. Even the iron dolls that have been living in their homes for a long time are very terrible. Even if they are ordinary, whoever has seen a child at the age of nine is gentle and elegant, like a saint?

"It is a good thing for a child to have a personality, I??"

"Hey, come see, this uncle is amazing!"

Ling Jingxuan’s words have not been said. The excitement of the small group has been passed from the front. Several adults shook their heads helplessly, and quickly walked up. The small group took Ling Jingxuan and pointed to the busy hawker and said, “Look at you. Uncle is painting butterflies for me, the kind I can eat."

It turned out to be a stall for drawing sugar people. No wonder he would be so excited. Ling Jingxuan couldn’t help but touch his head. The sugar people were more in the south, and the north was quite small. Although the small dumplings often went outside, they used to go there. It is also the scope of East Street. The East Street of Beijing is a well-known wealthy area. It is normal for him not to see sugar people, but? ? "What is your look?"

When Ling Jingxuan looked up, he discovered that not only his small corps, but even Yan Ruirui Zeng Shaoqing and Chu Yunhan were curious to look at the stalls filled with finished products, a drop of gorgeous cold sweat rolled off the forehead, Ling Jingxuan could not help but be speechless, they did not Will it be the first time I will see it?

"Is this thing really delicious?"

Yan Ruirui’s question directly told him the answer. Ling Jingxuan didn’t know how to react. He lost what they wanted, and they saw all the wonders in the world. Even the people who painted the sugar didn’t know, not to hear about his family. Is Wang Ye and Xiao Liu on the street? Even if there are very few capitals, should there be people who draw sugar? At that time, they were still children, they have never seen them? "Is this a bird?"

On the other side, Zeng Shaoqing also reached out and touched something that looked like a bird. Chu Yunhan didn't breathe his hand: "Don't touch, that is what people want to eat."

"Ugh"

Ling Jingxuan sighed deeply and took his family to the hawker's small pot of sugar: "These animals are all drawn with bullets. Can you say that you can eat? Many of these vendors in the South, commonly known as the sugar-stained people, The sugar in it is made of brown sugar and a little sugar on the stove and simmered with a simmer. When it can be pulled, it can be used for casting."

No way, Ling Jingxuan can only give them a simple science, who will let them have a less ‘seeing less’.

"This is fun."

Yan Xiaorui’s rare little childlike heart, just as the hawker will give the butterfly to the small group for free, and the good stick will be picked up and handed to him: “The little brother took it.”

"Well, thank you, Uncle!"

The little scorpion nodded cleverly, took the butterfly and licked it, looked at it again, and finally Zhang Dazui rubbed a butterfly wing and bit it.

"Oh, good!"

With a unique and fragrant taste, he immediately conquered him, and he has never seen it before. Not to mention Yan Ruirui and others who have eaten can't help but feel a little embarrassed. But how can small scorpions take care of them, for a little while? A small sugar butterfly was eaten by him. Hey, let’s take a small mouth. The small group decisively picked up his little purse, and the brain poured out the change. “Uncle, can you help me?” Do?? um?? Five, no, big brother must also eat, six, and then help me to do six?"

After counting for a long time, the small group finally determined the number, and the small model did not mention how much it was.

"Can it be, just??"

The hawker is embarrassed to look at Yan Ruirui and others who are surrounded by the stalls. He is the only way to the southern and southern states. He has been brave enough to go to southern Xinjiang to discuss his life. Although he does not know them, he is running the rivers and lakes. These people are not ordinary people at first glance. Under their gaze, he is really a bit difficult to display.

"This big brother, you pay for it, can you let us paint it?"

When the eyes are dripping, Ling Jingxuan pulls Yan Ruirui and walks over. How can the hawkers fail? I quickly let my body open.

"Let's paint together."

Picking up the spoon in the small pot, Ling Jingxuan gestured Yan Yanrui to hold his hand, so the two of them showed their love on the street. At the beginning, Yan Ruirui always painted badly, but he didn’t paint, the royal one came out. How can people not even paint? Are they all proficient in the game of chess and calligraphy? It’s just that he is always used to fine-graining paintings. The more sugary people are, the finer they are, the easier they are to stick together and the things they don’t see. The finished products they draw are naturally different.

However, under the innocent ridicule of the small group and the training of the daughter-in-law, Yan Yurui slowly mastered the essentials, beautiful butterflies, overturned squid, lively rabbits, all slowly drawn out, holding finished products. The little buds laughed so much that they didn't mention how happy they were.

Later, Zeng Shaoqing also took Chu Yunhan to play with it. There is a ruthless experience of Yan Ruirui. The two of them painted it once. When they were enough to leave, everyone was filled with sugar, but Ling Jingxuan I didn’t treat the hawker badly. After all, I stirred up the business of others. Before I left, I specially gave him a ten-two silver ingot. The hawker never dreamed of watching the child cute. He sent him a butterfly and let him once. I earned a whole dozen or two silver.

"Hey, can I eat?"

"Go back and eat with your sister."

"Oh, but it seems like, I have to drool??"

"There is a flow!"

"what."

With the dialogue between the father and the son and the last mourning of the small group, the five people gradually disappeared into the crowd, and no one noticed that the second floor of a shop not far away, slightly opened by the window, looked stunned. Jiang Yuyang’s eyes have been watching them complicated. Until now, he still has a point that he can’t accept the only one that makes him compromise. He wants to get someone who is actually a prince. After going to the mountain for a while, he is back, but still can’t help it. I want to see him, I want to make sure that everything is true. Every day, he will go to this area and just find a tea house to sit silly. This is the same now. I didn’t expect him to see it, but he also directly let him despair, especially When he and Yan Yanrui Qingqing and my painting sugar people, he almost did not rush to break them apart. It turned out that he was really a prince, really a wife of other people, really? ? Never belong to him!