"Miss, this Chang'an City, compared to our Fengjie there, is much more magnificent and lively, worthy of the emperor's old man's residence," in the carriage, the little girl Qingzhu leaned on the window of the car with great interest, turning her two big eyes, full of curiosity and joy to watch the street scene along the way in the city, sighing softly.

"This is the national capital, and it is more prosperous than our small Fengjie land," gently shaking the silk embroidered cloth fan, Fang Yue'er sat firmly in front of the car, and said softly: "But corresponding to the prosperity, here, compared to Fengjie, there will be a lot more dangers, in comparison, I still hope that we can stay in Fengjie." ”

"Where are the people, not all are the same, with Qingzhu on the side, I think there is any disciple who dares to come and have a relationship with Miss?" Hearing the worry in their young lady's heart, Qingzhu withdrew his gaze from outside the street, clenched his fist, and said vertically to their young lady.

"You girl's thoughts, I know," glanced at Qingzhu warmly, Fang Yue'er sighed lightly, and said: "But this is not Fengjie, the people here, and not the sons and young masters of those small families in Fengjie, you can be at your mercy and make fun, and you will not be blamed." You know, this is the foot of the Son of Heaven, the place where Beijing officials gather, God knows what kind of people we will meet one day, what kind of identity we have? ”

"Miss is right, but he is also a human being here, and he always has to make some sense," Qingzhu obediently sat back in front of their young lady and said: "Miss is Qingqi'er, she has always only sold singing and singing, if Miss is unwilling, the godmother will not force Miss to serve those guests by the temperament of those people." How to say that Miss is also the signboard of our 'Xinfang Pavilion', the godmother will always think of some way. ”

"The situation is stronger than people, who can say for sure what will happen in the future?" The embroidery fan shook gently, Fang Yue'er frowned slightly, and as soon as she entered the flower wall, she was covered with turbidity, and within this hook bar, it was difficult to keep an innocent body all the time.

"Others Qingzhu don't care, but if anyone dares to be rude to Miss, Qingzhu will definitely not let him go!" Feeling the melancholy in the hearts of their young lady, Qingzhu spoke again, sat beside Fang Yue'er, raised his arm and gently grabbed the arm of their young lady, and his loyalty to the Lord was overflowing.

"Hehe, okay, okay," raised her hand and patted Qingzhu's little head, Fang Yue'er waved her hand and pulled her arm out of Qingzhu's arms, and laughed softly: "There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and things may not be as bad as we think, so let's stop scaring ourselves." ”

Between words and laughter, the worry on Fang Yue'er's face was swept away, quiet and indifferent, and she returned to her sweet look in the past, and the little girl Qingzhu was also under her influence, her mind relaxed again, and a carefree smile appeared on her little face again.

"Well, Miss is right, the soldiers will block, no matter who it is, Qingzhu will stand aside for Miss," the weather was hot and sweaty, Qingzhu moved slightly to the side and sat down, leaving some distance from their young lady, and said: "Also, in this Chang'an City, isn't there another person that the young lady wants to see the most?" I heard that after Liu Yifan came to Chang'an, he entered the palace as the enlightenment of the prince and princess, and when he arrived at the new residence after a while, Qingzhu went out to inquire for Miss, and when he was free, we would bring some gifts, and ask Mr. Yifan to write a song for Miss. ”

"Uh, you girl!" Shaking her head and chuckling, putting the embroidered fan in her hand aside, Fang Yue'er looked at Qingzhu and said, "Mr. Yifan's song, if it is so easy to ask, when it was in Fengjie, the godmother would not have looked at Mr. Yifan and sighed." ”

"That's because Miss didn't go in person," Qingzhu didn't care, held her little head high, and said proudly: "If Mr. Yifan sees Miss's appearance, Qingzhu is sure that Mr. Yifan will definitely not refuse Miss's request for music." ”

Qingzhu is very confident in their young lady, and no man will be indifferent and ignore them after seeing their young lady.

"You girl, how can you talk like this," she raised her head and glared at Qingzhu in disgust, Fang Yue'er shook her head slightly, a little disappreciative of Qingzhu's words, that Mr. Yifan, how could he be the kind of person who judges people by their appearance? That is, his own appearance can't get into his eyes, I remember that day in 'Yiheju', Mr. Yifan's side, there was more than one beautiful woman with excellent appearance.

"Man, aren't all virtues?" Qingzhu pursed his lips disapprovingly, and said, "During the festival, which of those guests who came to our 'Xinfang Pavilion' didn't go to the name of the young lady?" Which one saw the young lady, didn't squint her eyes and look ugly? It's disgusting to watch. ”

After staying in a place like 'Xinfang Pavilion' for a long time, Qingzhu, this little girl, can be regarded as a master who has read countless people, for men, she doesn't have a good face, men are all the same in her eyes.

"Can those guests who come to the pavilion to have fun compare with Mr. Yifan?" Shaking the embroidery fan gently, Fang Yue'er opened her mouth and said: "The mountains are tall and short, people have advantages and disadvantages, you grew up in the pavilion since you were a child, and you rarely go out, the people you see and the things you hear are almost all the same, and you will be a little prejudiced against some people's opinions." In the future, when you can go out of the cabinet and meet the person you like, you won't think about it like this anymore..."

In the flower room, if you want to find a good man, isn't that equivalent to wanting to pick out a colorful phoenix in a group of pheasants?

"Miss, it's here!" The horse stopped, no longer paying attention to the topic of Fang Cai, Qingzhu screamed happily, took the lead in getting up and jumping out of the carriage, holding up the oil-paper flower umbrella placed in front of the car, and then gently carried their young lady to get off the ground from the car, shaded the sun with an umbrella, looked up at the wide and spacious house in front of him, and shouted: "Miss, you see, our new home is much more magnificent than in Fengjie." ”

"Well, it's very good, but the location is a little more noisy, not as quiet as when we were on the festival." Moving the lotus step lightly, Fang Yue'er took Qingzhu and walked forward slowly, although the carriage entered the courtyard directly from the door, they could still hear the shouts of some people outside the door.

"Ouch, my little aunt and grandmother, I can be regarded as looking forward to you, let's take a walk, go and dress up, there is still a distinguished guest waiting in the wing room of the west courtyard." Before he took two steps, the third mother of the old bustard's grandson in the backyard hurriedly walked out, and when she saw Fang Yue'er, her face couldn't help showing a hint of joy, holding Fang Yue'er's little hand, and whispering as she walked: "This master, unusual, in this Chang'an City, is also a figure with a head and a face, you don't want to be like Fengjie, play some young lady's temper at every turn, and offend people to the old lady thoroughly." ”

"What kind of person is so afraid of the godmother?" Xiao took a step, slowly following behind the godmother, Fang Yue'er asked unhurriedly.

"Du Yi, Du Yanzhi, the eldest grandson of Du Yanzhi, the lord of the imperial history," Sun Sanniang whispered to Fang Yue'er: "In this Chang'an City, it can be regarded as the number one person, we can't afford to offend, you have to wait carefully for the old lady for a while, there must be no mistakes." ”

"Du Yanzhi?" Fang Yue'er said softly: "Isn't it just the little young master of the imperial historian, is it worth being so anxious as a godmother?" In this Chang'an City, there should be a lot of gentlemen like him, right? ”

"Yue'er's words are good," Sun Sanniang responded: "But isn't our 'Xinfang Pavilion' a newcomer, and our footsteps are not steady, like a character like Young Master Du, we can't afford to offend, my little aunt and grandmother, you just endure it for a few days and accompany Young Master Du to sing a few tunes, that is, it can't break your rules during the festival." ”

As she spoke, the three of them had come to the door of the wing room in the west courtyard, and Sun Sanniang repeatedly begged and persuaded each other, explaining that this little girl must not cause her any trouble.

"You are the one Sanniang said she said, Fang Yue'er?" The wine glass in Du Yi's hand paused lightly, and the two eyes that looked at Fang Yue'er's body became a little straight, and after a long time, he could be regarded as relieved, pretending to be a serious scribe, withdrawing his gaze from Fang Yue'er's body, sitting upright, and asking her in a loud voice.

"I've seen Du Gongzi!" Seeing Du Yi's appearance, a trace of disdain flashed in Fang Yue'er's heart, this kind of look, she had seen too much when she was in Fengjie before, and the young master of the Du family in front of her was just a womanizer.

"Okay, good," nodded his head with satisfaction, Du Yi's heart was infinitely happy, the kind of resentment and displeasure when he was waiting here had long been left behind, and he didn't expect that in this grass nest, he really met a golden phoenix, this beauty in front of him, beautiful, fresh and refined, looking at the entire Chang'an City, can compare to her, but there are not many.

This trip is the right one.

"Come on, Miss Yue'er, please sit here!" Stretching out his hand and pointing to the bench beside him, Du Yi politely opened his voice and invited Fang Yue'er to take a seat.

"Thank you Du Gongzi for your kindness, but Yue'er still has to play the piano and music, it is inconvenient to sit here, and I hope Du Gongzi will forgive me!" Bending over Du Yi's salute, Fang Yue'er reached out and took the long piano handed by Qingzhu, put it on the square table opposite Du Yi and sat down, plucked the strings with both hands, smiled and nodded, and said to Du Yanzhi: "A song 'Water Tune Song Head' is given to Du Gongzi!" ”

"Liu Yifan's 'water tune song head'?" Du Yi, who was still full of joy, after listening to Fang Yue'er's words, his whole face became gloomy: "That guy's tune, don't sing it in front of Du!" ”

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