Young Master Qi turned around and walked towards the carriage, stood in front of the carriage and looked back. The second idiot stood there and thought for a long time, but couldn't figure it out. He walked forward and stood in front of Young Master Qi and said: "Young Master, why did we bend down just now?"

What?" The second idiot stretched out his hand to scratch his head and stood stupidly in front of Young Master Qi.

The boss of Montenegro, Xiong Ganglie, stepped forward, patted the idiot on the head, and said, "Are you stupid? You don't even understand this, this is, this is." It seems that even Xiong Ganglie can't tell why this is?

He smiled and asked Master Qidao: "Master, why is this?"

"This is a courtesy."

Xiong Ganglie turned around and patted Er Lunzi on the head again and said: "This is a courtesy." Er Lunzi felt a little uncomfortable and said angrily: "You hit me again. Since you know why you ask Young Master?"

"Well, no one understood it at first, including me. Later, I learned a lot of relevant knowledge through study. This is my senior brother Gongsun Chou. From now on, you can learn etiquette from him."

Senior brother Gong Sun Chou stood behind Young Master Qi, smiled and nodded, stepped forward and said: "Junior brother, are we going back to the capital Langzhong?"

"No, we want to walk around and learn about the people's customs."

"Well, well, it would be a wise move to implement Mr.'s benevolent policy ideas."

Miss Ling ran to the gate of the government office and stood there looking at the gate. The county magistrate walked out of the gate of the government office and welcomed Miss Ling into the mansion. Miss Ling asked anxiously: "Master, has he left?"

"He's gone," the county magistrate's tone was very low at this time, and he put a cup of tea on the desk. Miss Ling stood up, stepped forward and stood in front of the county magistrate and said hurriedly: "I want to leave the city.

I have something to say to him." After saying that, he walked out of the yamen, and the county magistrate took the lead and stood in front of Miss Ling.

"Your Highness has not gone far yet. I have a carriage to take you out of the city."

After the county magistrate walked out of the mansion, he ordered his servants to bring the carriage. He asked Miss Ling to get on the carriage first, and he sat in front of her to drive the carriage for her, and rushed out of the county town. Miss Ling sat anxiously in the carriage, wishing she could arrive at Gongzi Qi's house as soon as possible.

In front of me, I would lift the curtains every once in a while, stick my head out of the window and look forward, backward, left, right and far into the distance.

The yellow sand was flying, and Miss Ling raised the curtains and looked forward. There was a carriage driving forward slowly, followed by many followers. Miss Ling shouted: "Stop." The county magistrate stopped the carriage and looked at Miss Ling behind him.

, Miss Ling immediately got off the car and ran forward and shouted to the front: "Young Master." The Young Master looked behind him and saw a girl stumbled to the ground in the yellow sand, then continued to stand up, looking at the carriage in the distance and her entourage.

of pedestrians.

"It's Miss Ling," Young Master Qi turned around and shouted to Er Lengzi who was driving the car in front of him: "Stop."

The second idiot stopped the carriage he was driving in front of, stretched his head behind him and said to the young master: "Young Master."

"I want to get off."

Young Master Qi got off the car and ran back, standing in front of Miss Ling, looking at her affectionately, just like that, the two of them stood in the flying yellow sand.

"Where is the injury?" Young Master Qi asked with concern.

"It's okay," Miss Ling looked at Young Master Qi with a smile.

"Sit down and let me take a look." Gongzi Qi helped Miss Ling sit on the stone. Gongzi Qi squatted down in front of her and very carefully lifted up her skirt, revealing her white lower legs, but the skin of her lower legs was rubbed.

hurt.

"Don't you say it's okay? Do you see how the injury is? The blood is flowing out." Young Master Qi looked at the wound on her leg and felt a little sad. He carefully helped her sit down on the stone plate by the river.

, tore off the corner of her clothes and washed them by the river, wiped the blood around her wound with the torn off corners of the wet clothes, then tore off the corners of her clothes and bandaged the abrasions on her legs to prevent infection.

"Sir, I don't want you to leave."

Miss Ling looked at Young Master Qi with a smile. Young Master looked at Miss Ling and said, "There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever." Tears began to come out of her eyes and slowly slid down. Young Master Qi squatted next to her and said with a smile, "You

You have to wait for me to come back."

"I'm waiting for you to come back."

Miss Ling took off the hairpin from her head and handed it to Mr. Qi. Mr. Qi took the hairpin from her hand. Ms. Ling said, "I'll leave this hairpin to you as a souvenir." Mr. Qi took the hairpin.

She put it into her arms and sent her to the county magistrate's carriage. When she was getting on the carriage, Miss Ling turned around and looked at Young Master Qi behind her.

"Your Highness, I will take good care of Miss Ling, don't worry."

The county magistrate drove the carriage away. Young Master Qi stood there and watched the carriage go away gradually. He refused to leave until it disappeared from his sight.

It was late at night, and the pedestrians on the street gradually dispersed. There was only one place where people kept coming and going, and it was as lively as a market. This place was the brothel. In such troubled times, it should be said that the city scene is in decline, but what I didn't expect is this

The place began to prosper, attracting some wealthy nobles, dandy boys, and talented people from all over the world. These brothel girls wore various colorful clothes and stood at the entrance of the brothel with their breasts uncovered, recruiting some customers to come in and take care of their own business.

Among the young men from wealthy families brought in by these brothel women, there was a man who was blocked by the proprietress of the brothel. This man wore a green robe with a slant collar, a green face and thick eyebrows, his hair was tied into a cone, and a long white turban fluttered down.

, it seems that he is a handsome young man with a beautiful tree in front of the wind.

"Zhang Ji, why are you here again?"

"I'm here to see Huarong."

"Do you want to see the beautiful face?" After saying that, he called some big men, beat Zhang Ji severely and threw him out the door. At this time, Zhang Ji stood up and straightened his clothes and said, "I will definitely redeem the beautiful face."

Come out, who will dare to look down on me?" Zhang Jixiang looked aside and saw a sedan next to the brothel, with four bearers standing on both sides of the sedan. With such a magnanimous attitude, he must be an official. Zhang Jixiang

I walked far away and turned around to look at the sedan and the bearers standing on both sides. I still can't determine the identity of this person. Maybe he is some high-ranking nobleman or wealthy businessman?

Zhang Ji walked into a restaurant, and the waiter came up to him and said, "Sir, what would you like to eat?"

"Whatever dishes are available will be served."

"For example, fish bones, steamed bear paws...," the waiter said a long list of recipes. Zhang Ji casually ordered a few dishes and a bottle of wine, went upstairs and sat in front of the window, opened the window and looked at the brothel opposite.

Zhang Ji was getting off the sedan chair. He was drinking while looking out the window, holding the food with chopsticks and bringing it to his mouth. At this time, a person walked out of the brothel and got on the sedan chair, followed by a woman from the brothel.

Zhang Ji immediately went downstairs and walked out with a bottle of wine in his hand. The waiter caught up and stopped in front of him, saying: "Sir, you haven't paid me yet."

"Credit, I don't have any money with me," Zhang Ji said with a smile.

"How can you eat if you don't have money? You can't leave today," the waiter grabbed Zhang Ji's sleeve. Zhang Ji flicked his sleeve but could not break away from the waiter's entanglement.

"Okay, what's the fight like on the street like?"

"Then give me the money."

"Did you see that sedan opposite, the person in that sedan is my nobleman?" Zhang Ji pointed his finger behind the waiter. When the waiter turned around and looked around, Zhang Ji was already there.

He ran away and when the waiter turned around, he was gone.

Miss Ling leaned against the window and looked at the moon. She sat at her desk and wrote a poem on her handkerchief.

Autumn window stormy evening

Autumn flowers are pale, autumn grass is yellow, autumn lights are bright and autumn nights are long.

I already feel that the autumn window will never end, and the wind and rain will add to the desolation.

Help the autumn wind and rain come so quickly, shocking the autumn window and the green dream of autumn.

I can't bear to sleep with the autumn love I hold in my arms, and I ask myself whether the autumn screen will make me shed tears alone.

The candle of tears shakes the short flame, and the sorrow and sadness illuminate the separation and love.

Whose autumn courtyard has no wind, and which autumn window has no wind?

The quilt can't bear the weakness of autumn, and the sound of leaks makes the autumn rain rush.

My pulse has been pounding all night long, and I feel like I am weeping in front of the lamp.

The small courtyard in the cold smoke has turned into a depression, and the sparse bamboos drip from the empty windows.

I don’t know when the wind and rain will stop, but my tears have wet the window screen.
Chapter completed!