Chapter 51 Even if we become puppets, we must be together
Ji Shanchuan was taken with him by Prime Minister Ji and was making friends with the young masters and young ladies from prominent families in Xiangshui County.
Ling Hong poked the roasted chicken with her chopsticks and said, "As the old saying goes, 'Zhumen against Zhumen, Bamboo against Bamboo', you see, rich people and poor people can even tell where they sit when eating, not to mention other things." ? Now he Surrounded by many charming ladies from wealthy families, who am I? Of course he would not take the initiative to ask me to leave, otherwise he would appear to be heartless, but I must know better."
Xiao Baojing secretly glanced at Ji Shanchuan.
The young man was naturally handsome and strong, but after being carefully tidied up by the maids tonight, he actually looked a bit rich and handsome.
She hesitated for a moment and whispered: "But I don't think Mr. Ji dislikes poverty and loves wealth."
Ling Hong boldly glanced at Ji Shanchuan again.
The young man seemed to feel something and looked towards her.
Ling Hong quickly looked away: "He is a good person, and I can't delay his future."
Opposite the waterside pavilion, Prime Minister Ji sat upright.
The man who had been in the court for many years naturally noticed the sight of Ling Hong and Xiao Baojing.
He entertained the guests with a smile on his face, but he snorted from his nostrils: "An orphan girl, a monster..."
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced over Shang Bingjiu, who was looking at Xiao Baojing with a smile on his hands, and he snorted again: "There is also a shabby salesman who walks around the streets! Are you friends with these shabby people in your daily life?!" < br>
Ji Shanchuan sat beside him, keeping a gentle smile on his face.
He said: "It's not that these are the people I have made friends with, but this is the kind of person I am. If my grandfather is dissatisfied with me, you can let me go. I will never covet your family's wealth."
"Ignorant boy!" Prime Minister Ji shouted angrily in a suppressed voice, "You are young and energetic, you don't know what the word "Ji family" means!"
Ji Shanchuan didn't care what the Ji family meant.
He only knew that Prime Minister Ji's son and grandson were all dead. This black-faced old man urgently needed a puppet to inherit his mantle and lead the big ship of the Ji family back to Ye Jing to continue to enjoy the power and wealth of their famous family.
But he didn't want to be a puppet pushed out by the Ji family.
He wanted to be on the bank of the Xiang River, where the Jishan River was ferryed by punting boats.
He doesn't care about the Ji family, he only cares about whether he can participate in the Youshen Festival this year.
Get five taels of silver and buy a silver bracelet for Ling Hong.
He only cares about whether he can participate in the dragon boat race during this year's Dragon Boat Festival.
Take a big fat duck home and make soup for Sun Aniang and Ling Hong.
The Ji family is not his home.
Xiangshui is.
After the banquet, a nun came to Ling Hong and said with a smile: "My master asked Miss Ling Hong to lend me a step to talk."
Ling Hong is the bravest girl on the banks of the Xiang River.
She has a broad vision and a clear grasp.
But facing the dark-faced Prime Minister Ji, she would still instinctively feel frightened.
She held Xiao Baojing's hand and looked at her pleadingly.
Xiao Baojing said righteously: "I will go with you!"
But the two of them did not see Prime Minister Ji.
The steward of the Ji family took a box of silver ingots and handed it to Ling Hong, with a smile that did not reach his eyes: "There are fifty taels of silver with snowflake patterns in it, which is enough for Miss Ling Hong and Aniang Sun to support themselves in their old age. Miss Ling Hong should understand what our Prime Minister means. ”
Xiao Baojing secretly thought, isn't this a replica of "There are five million in the card, leave my son" in the CEO drama?
Ling Hong hugged the box with a stubborn look on her face: "Aniang and I will never appear in front of Ji Shanchuan in the future."
The steward was very satisfied with her attitude.
Xiao Baojing held a lantern and accompanied Ling Hong to the wing.
The ancestral home of the Ji family is very large.
The pomegranate flowers are about to bloom, and the pavilions and pavilions are hidden among the lush flowers and trees. Darkness rushes in from the shadow outside the lantern, like a huge and ferocious beast, tightly surrounding the two of them. Looking around, the path is dark, and the future is dark. It's chaos.
Ling Hong's voice was clear and cold: "It's almost the Dragon Boat Festival."
In previous years, their family of three would be lively during the Dragon Boat Festival. But this year's Dragon Boat Festival, she didn't get the big fat duck that Ji Shanchuan won.
She only held a box of cold silver ingots.
She looked back at the pavilion of the Ji family's ancestral residence.
The pavilion with rolled eaves and brackets stands in the darkness, as if it has swallowed up Ji Shanchuan.
The high-spirited young man in the dragon boat race...
The boy she likes...
Won't be back.
Ling Hong's nose felt sour, and she suddenly leaned on Xiao Baojing's shoulder, sobbing softly.
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Ling Hong took Sun Aniang and left the Ji family's ancestral home overnight.
It was still snowing in Xiao Baojing's house, so she had to go sit in Shang Bingjiu's house first.
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She held her face in her hands: "Tell me, how can we get Mr. Ji and Ling Hong to be together?"
Shang Bingjiu made colored clothes for the bag puppets under the lamp: "Why should we be together?"
"Because they like each other!"
"If we like each other, do we have to be together? Do you know Ji Shanchuan? What if he regrets in the future and regrets giving up the glory, wealth and splendid future that is so easy for a woman?"
Xiao Baojing was stunned.
It never occurred to her.
She suddenly asked: "What about you? If you like a woman, will you be with her at all costs?"
"I will."
He answered so surely, as if he already had a woman he liked in his heart.
Realizing this, Xiao Baojing's heart beat faster unconsciously.
But she had never seen the salesman getting close to a girl. Moreover, he lived in the mountains and wild mountains, and his neighbors were all monsters. Where could any girl like him?
Thinking of this, she felt a little less uncomfortable, but still asked uneasily: "Do you have a girl you like now?"
The lights are bright.
The young man has a charming appearance, red lips and white teeth, and his fox eyes bring out a smile in the candlelight: "Guess."
Xiao Baojing couldn't guess it.
But he smiled so brightly, it didn't look like he didn't have someone he liked.
She bit her lip and said in a roundabout way: "Then...then does the girl you like also like you?"
This question is somewhat opportunistic.
Whether the salesman answers yes or no, it proves that he has a girl he likes.
Shang Bingjiu raised his head.
His fox eyes were the color of honey. He looked into Xiao Baojing's eyes: "She used to hate me."
Xiao Baojing took a deep breath.
He really has a girl he likes.
Her heart seemed to be slowly sinking into the cold water, and all the warmth from her limbs was taken away. This was a feeling she had never experienced before in her entire life.
She lowered her fine eyelashes, and her voice was so low that she couldn't even detect it: "Then she doesn't like you, so you still like her?"
"I like it. The girl I like must be together no matter what. She hates me and hates me, but I also want to be with her. We must be together in the cycle of life and death. Even if we are made into puppets, we must be together."
Xiao Baojing didn't have the courage to ask who the girl he liked was.
She returned to her house and sat alone in the ice and snow for a long time.
(End of chapter)