Jun Jiuling

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Fang Jinxiu, which is easy to catch up with, is impossible to give up because of a courtyard barrier.

She stood in the same place and looked around, hoping to meet her and bring her in.

But she is a girl who rarely goes out, even if she walks more than other sisters, it is only the person who buys the ticket.

The ones who come here are not wearing expensive ones, they are shabby, the most valuable ones are the wealthy people, and the shabby ones are mostly reading people.

Even if the family is left behind, they are also scholars.

The people of the wealthy family, Fang Jinxiu, simply did not look at them. They stared at the readers. It was not long before they saw a thin middle-aged scribe who came over and Fang Jinxiu’s eyes lit up.

This scribe, she recognized, surnamed Wang Mingxi, is a scholar in the city, and now teaches at the county school.

The reason why he knows is that he went to the ticket number.

His silver ticket was exchanged by his son. He said that he was stolen. He came to the silver ticket and asked for the compensation of Deshengchang. At that time, she was also present, and she also said something to appease. Fortunately, Mr. Wang is also very angry. It was my own unreasonable trouble, and I apologized and left.

She recognized this person and knew that he was short of money.

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang." Fang Jinxiu stepped forward and gave a gift.

Mr. Wang was suddenly shocked by a little girl and squinted for a moment before he recognized it.

The Fangjia ticket number is a woman's head, and the last time he saw it in the ticket number.

I was a little embarrassed to think of the ticket number, but I nodded.

"Mr. Wang, I have to go in and find my cousin. Can you make me a prostitute?" Fang Jinxiu said when he opened the door.

Mr. Wang squatted.

Fang Jinxiu saw him hesitating and took some broken silver from his purse.

"Mr. Thank you very much, thank you very much, I really don't trust my cousin..." She said in a low voice, handing over the money.

Mr. Wang’s face suddenly turned green.

"Is ridiculous, fake is fake, really is true, I will not do anything to deceive the saint." He grinned and slid his sleeves and left.

Fang Jinxiu is also a gas vertical eyebrow, holding silver in his hand is very embarrassing.

"This is so acid!" she whispered.

Not short of money? Isn't this a two-pronged thing?

I was self-confident, and there was a sly laughter coming from there.

Fang Jinxiu immediately looked at the old eyebrows and saw that a young man sitting next to a hollow rock was grinning.

The young man was seventeen and eight years old, and he was white and clean, wearing some worn-out plain robes and holding a wooden stick in his hand.

"When you want money, go." Fang Jinxiu said with no anger.

The young man smiled and stood up and rushed to the side to reach out.

"Miss..." he said.

When the words were not finished, they were glanced at Fang Jinxiu.

"Rolling." She said fiercely, waving the whip in her hand.

She is not a delicate lady, but some strength and skin.

The young man smiled again.

"You don't want to give money, you give me money, I will take you in." He said, pointing to the courtyard door over there.

Fang Jinxiu looked at him with vigilance and looked at him.

"You don't know who I am and want to grab my money. It's really daring," she warned.

The young man snorted twice.

"You don't know who I am. Someone is stealing money here. I am the first one not allowed." He said, hooked his hook. "Hurry up, can you still enter?"

This person is not jealous.

Fang Jinxuan thought of it, watching him wear thin and worn, but his outstretched hands were clean and there was no trace of dirt on his nails.

It’s a lonely reader.

"I will give you money when I go in." She thought about it and tightened the money.

The young man pouted.

"Well," he said, swaying his head against the wooden stick. "Go."

Really?

Fang Jinxiu will be suspicious, but he thinks that the monarch who has entered the moment will not dare to delay.

Seeing the young man coming, the big men at the door looked a little disdainful, but they did not drive away.

"Chen Qi, what?" asked one of the heads.

Chen!

Fang Jinxiu suddenly lost.

The descendants of Chen’s original owner Chen’s.

Although Chen used to be a princely prince, but after a hundred years, his descendants have long since disappeared. If it wasn't for the third month of Jinyunlou, Yangcheng people couldn't remember him, let alone recognize him.

Fang Jinxiu could not help but look at the young man who was called Chen Qi.

No wonder he said that he was the first one to steal money here, because he is coming to Jinyun Building to steal money today.

"Go in and have a look." Chen Qi said easily, and walked inside.

Fang Jinxiu hesitated and looked down.

"What kind of person is this?" Sure enough, he was stopped and asked.

Fang Jinxiu said that he was his niece, but he saw Chen’s shoes with his heels in time.

Although she deliberately changed her simple clothes, Miss Fang’s simple clothes are not something that prostitutes can afford, and Chen Qi is not likely to use prostitutes.

"This is what I sent to make money."

In the hesitation, Chen Qi’s voice came from the front, and Fang Jinxiu was immediately angry.

What does this mean? Send in to make money? What kind of money do you earn?

The laughter of the big men also sounded.

Chen’s descendants took advantage of this day to try their best to steal money and even let them go. It’s natural to try to make money and sell snacks to the winery.

So I didn't care. Someone asked what the last name was.

Asking the surname is what you want to put in. The shadow of Fang Jinxiu’s eyes saw the man who kept the door writing a pen.

This means that his own origins are hanged under the name of Chen Qi, and if he is in trouble, Chen Qi is also responsible.

Fang Jinxiu bite his teeth.

"Part," she said.

I heard that the surnames, the Dahans have seen a few eye-catching Jinxiu, flashed a trace of doubts, but Yangcheng surnamed more people, not necessarily the rich ticket number Fangjia.

Chen Qi has gone in with Fang Jinxiu.

When he entered the courtyard, Chen Qi turned and reached out.

"Give..." he said.

The voice did not fall a few pieces of broken silver and was put in the palm of your hand.

"The next time you talk, please pay attention." Fang Jinxiu said with a vertical eyebrow.

Chen Qizheng slammed the silver man who didn't care.

"Is not correct? You are not giving me money when you come in." He said, pointing to the silver in his hand.

Fang Jinxiu bite his teeth.

"You are free to let people in for money, so I am not afraid that I am a bad person?" She said with no anger.

Chen Qi smiled and turned her head and looked at her.

"Little girl, what can you do to be a bad guy?" he laughed.

"I, I am a thief." Fang Jinxiu said.

Chen Qiha smiled.

"Be a thief?" His expression sank again and solemnly said, "That you remember, you stole the money and scored me."

Fang Jinxiu snorted, too lazy to follow his theory and went straight inside.

The garden here is famous for its cloisters. It is connected in series from north to south. It passes through the water and passes through the mountains. At this time, there are a large number of people, but it does not appear crowded. It is a quiet and interesting place. No wonder this is everyone’s daily praise.

However, at this time, Fang Jinxiu was not interested in viewing the scenery, and was looking for the trace of Junyi.