"Oh, no, Childe was discovered by the guards, what should I do?"

How so? Xianghe saw the guards illuminating the backyard with lanterns according to the window, and the figures under the lights were crowded, chasing and shooting at the son, and the flowers were so frightened that they exclaimed.

"Puff"

Son... Di Yun sat on the floor and sobbed silently, if it weren't for Miss Chao holding her waist, she might not know what she would have fallen.

What's going on?

The cousin love is deeply rooted... Miss Chao somehow, her heart was sour, she hugged her cousin and said, "Cousin Nianlang broke his intestines, and the cowherd flew into the sky."

I went to see the Weaver Girl.

I don't have time to take care of my cousin, does my cousin still feel sorry for the cowherd?

Don't be ashamed..."

"Ah, what did my cousin say? Who will be a cowherd? ”

Ah, I'm in a hurry, the Lang Army is strong in martial arts, and nothing will happen... Di Yun will taste it, and she will be tickled by her cousin.

"Gurgling, itching, cousin shyness..."

Itching to death, Miss Chao twisted her body to avoid her cousin's finger twisting, and pointed to the money bag on the piano case, as well as the purple bowl to expose her cousin.

couldn't hide it, she was ashamed, Di Yunjiao stomped her feet and sat on the stool, thinking of something and asking, "Cousin, have you heard any news?" ”

"Yes and no.

I didn't inquire about the marriage proposal of the prince of Shilang, but I heard my grandfather keep saying that the Di family was about to glorify the ancestors.

It's endless, and it's like to express it.

There is no mention of the squire in his words, which is strange and unreasonable? ”

Grandfather can't be sick, right? Miss Chao was worried and puzzled, sat down next to her cousin, and said uneasily.

How so?

Is it child's play to propose marriage?

Since it was the squire son who came to propose marriage, it was right to let the grandfather talk about the squire son, how could he ignore it?

Could it be that there are other twists and turns... Di Yun has studied classics since she was a child, and she can't help but be frightened.

If that's the case, Childe... Di Yun was sad and sore in her heart, and said with tears streaming down her face: "Cousin, don't guess.

Come and taste the taste of this mutton hot pot.

I guarantee that my cousin has never eaten such delicious food, and I will never forget it! ”

"Why are my cousin's words so sour?

What did you think of, and my cousin said goodbye to Lang Jun forever?

Hey, it's delicious, no wonder cousin..."

Why is my cousin's life so bitter? Miss Chao and her cousin complained to each other, and they knew very well, so they persuaded her cousin to cut through the mess with a quick knife, and suddenly tasted the mutton, which melted in her mouth, and exclaimed in surprise.

At this time, Xianghe turned around, saw Xiaoyun looking at the brilliance of the colorful lotus shining in the bead curtain of the young lady's boudoir, frowned and displeased, walked to the side of the young lady, nodded and signaled that the young lady was safely out of the village.

Gongzi is really both civil and military, Di Yun smiled sadly, waved his hand and said, "Xianghe, you also go eat some mutton hot pot."

This is specially sent by Childe, try it all!

The son's surname is Wang, the name of the army, the word Lang Jun, not Lang Jun..."

"Ah, doesn't that mean that my cousin misunderstood my cousin-in-law the day before yesterday?

Do you think that your cousin-in-law is shameless and dissolute in public, and he is a disciple?

It seems that my cousin-in-law is really both civil and military, what love poems did you give your cousin? ”

What a wonderful person, intriguing... Miss Chao couldn't help but think about it, blushed shyly, and asked sourly.

This cousin has always been straightforward, daring to love and hate, but... Di Yun didn't mind her cousin thinking about Wang Lang, and even had the idea of matching Wang Lang and her cousin.

In this way, even if the guess is true, and he died of martyrdom to protect his name, he can let his cousin serve Wang Lang for him, and he dies with a smile and no regrets...

But... Di Yun looked at her cousin's fascination, frowned and said, "My cousin misses Wen Gongzi, can't..."

"Ah, where is it? That's a poor fellow countryman.

Wen Gongzi's family is poor, but he is diligent and studious.

People can't bear to see it, and they always want to help, but my cousin can't do anything.

This time I went back to Chang'an to celebrate my grandfather's birthday, and I forgot about it.

If my cousin doesn't mention it, my cousin really can't remember it? ”

How can that person be compared to the son of the Langjun Army? Miss Chao compared in her heart, and said with duplicity on her face.

The cousin blushed when she lied, Di Yun angrily nodded her cousin's forehead and said, "What is my cousin blushing?"

It's all written on his face, but half-heartedness is not what Lang Jun likes..."

"Ah, what, cousin bullies, who is rare?"

Don't people really have feelings for Wen Sour Confucian, Miss Chao was flustered and retorted coquettishly, did she really like the son of the Lang Army...

……

The people in Dijiazhuang are chaotic, and the love is also chaotic.

It's all messed up on one person, but it's a pity that the person ran away.

"Rustle"

Comfortable, really fragrant, Wang Langjun walked in the bushes under the moonlight, smelled the purse embroidered with mandarin duck patterns in his hand, and advanced to the wooden bridge upstream of the inlet.

The wooden bridge is the only way to Chang'an.

It seems to be called the Dijia Bridge, highlighting the meaning of the bridge built by the Di family.

Dijiaqiao is located more than ten miles north of Dijiazhuang.

The truss is on the river channel more than ten zhang wide, forming an arched wooden bridge.

The bridge is one zhang three feet wide, and eight horsemen can march side by side to pass safely.

It shows that this is a main bridge linking the official road.

The importance is self-evident.

"Click, click"

The diagonal brace under the bridge broke and fell into the water.

With the wooden strips and wooden blocks, they flow to the northeast...

It stretched for half a mile before no wooden objects floated down.

Everything is back to its original state.

The bridge is still the same bridge.

It's against the official road.

No problem.

Following.

The sky is clear.

Cloudless, peaceful.

Suddenly, a team dressed in red came, carrying red gift boxes, tying red flowers, and beating gongs and drums.

It's not lively, it's noisy.

The shaking Dijia Bridge creaked.

Can't seem to stand it?

Is it possible?

Who believes?

The team approached.

The first was a fat man, riding a big brown horse, wearing a red robe, saffron, and a top hat, and approaching the southern end of the Dijia Bridge proudly.

"Woo Flop..."

The big brown horse man stood up.

"Ahh

The fat man fell to the ground and rolled and screamed.

Listening to the cautious people, the people behind were so shocked that they put down the gift box and ran over to save people and lead horses.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

What's going on? The slave was so frightened that he threw himself on the ground to help the young master, for fear that the rescue would be slow and cause disaster.

Oops, the master's waist, the fat man twitched on the green brick road, and slapped the slave with his backhand and scolded: "Bastard slave, why don't you remind the master?"

Isn't it tired and crooked? ”

"Ah, the young master's slap is so accurate, it has crooked the minion's mouth.

The minions saw that the horse's legs were bleeding.

Ah, look, there's a sign standing on the bridge deck..."

It's really unlucky, I know that I want to be beaten, the slave covered his face that was beaten by the young master, and looked sideways Di Jiaqiao and exclaimed.

What the? The fat man was startled, bared his teeth and endured the pain, stood up with the support of the slave and looked at Di Jiaqiao and said, "Go, go and see what's going on?" ”

The five minions were ordered to go.

"Young master, there are wooden thorns on the road.

The wooden thorn pierced the horse's leg, and the horse was frightened and injured the young master.

Young master, it's not good, the notice board reads: Beijing bribes the arch bridge, and paints the ground as a prison.

The fat pig entered the nest and fell to the ground and howled.

Don't run away, let people look down on you.

Gold to support rumors, pay money to cross the bridge.

This, this is a roadblock robbery..."

With such great courage, the servant went around the thatched field and approached the south end of the Dijia Bridge, and shouted at the sign erected in the center of the bridge.

Are there bandits here? Where? The fat man was shocked and looked around and found nothing, and shouted angrily: "Bastard minions, why don't you cut down the wooden thorns on the road?"

For the brigade to cross the bridge smoothly.

If you delay the auspicious time of proposing, watch your heads! ”

"Yes, cut down, cut down all the thorns on the road..."

Why are the unlucky always minions? The servant shouted and commanded the guards to cut down the wooden thorns from the path.

The road was clear, and the gift-giving procession was pulled out again.

Walking to the bridge, it creaked, and suddenly the bridge rumbled and collapsed...

"Ah, help..."