Chapter 51 Being tied again

Chapter 51 Being tied up again

That plain embroidery, the original surname is Zhu. Um, Zhu Suxiu, Lu Zhaoxue, bamboo rat, braised stove, why do you feel that it's just right to make a dish?! Hearing the maid's answer, Yan Cheng recited the names of the two people in his heart, and suddenly came up with such an idea.

If Lu Zhaoxue and Zhu Suxiu know this, these three people have to fight.

The day of the draft has been put into the procedure. Miss Jia, reluctant and accompanied by a maid, went to Kyoto, which is far away. Before leaving, Miss Jia also wanted to say goodbye to Yan Cheng and struggled, hoping that her son Yan could keep her and said, I would like to marry you!

Who knows, I didn't wait for this sentence, but waited for Yan's sentence: "Go and go well!"

Miss Jia's family broke the embankment again.

Before that year, the prince suffered misfortune, so the position of the prince naturally fell on his son who was only a few years old. Now the prince also looks like 17 or 18 years old. After waiting for the 20th wedding, he can register, and the current emperor can also retire behind the scenes and be a stable emperor.

The prince's uncles were sent to the fief long after the coming-of-age ceremony. Although the fiefdom is remote and not as prosperous as Kyoto, the vassal king is the king of that place. If the gate is closed and isolated from the world, it will become a small country.

However, they still have the relationship of royal blood, and the princes naturally have to go to Beijing to accept the marriage.

Yes, this year's draft is to match the royal family. The quality of this pair also depends on the kinship with the royal family.

Rights have also become the object of the struggle.

Yan Chan has nothing to do. Since she fell to the next post station, she asked for the way and could go to the northwest in two or three days. Therefore, she also slowed down and occasionally went back to the lively teahouse to listen to the story.

Coincidentally, I came here today when I met a storyteller talking about the draft.

"I only heard a slap in the storybook, and said slowly:

Although the draft is grand and prosperous, there are many fork roads ahead.

Men are afraid of entering the wrong line, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man.

If these girls make a mistake, the fork in the road ahead can be rich or noble, or thorny and bumpy. It can be unimpeded or difficult.

Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been in a dilemma, and beauty is separated from each other.

"Storyteller, who in the world knows that many of the great families in the south of the Yangtze River and the sons of the border vassals have not been married. There are several outstanding girls in this show, and the Lu family is the head of the family. How to match this!"

I don't know that in the crowd, who doesn't know that the picture let him shout loudly and ask questions to the storyteller.

Who doesn't know that the marriage between this delicate beauty and the emperor's relatives is involved in this politics. How can this be discussed by ordinary people?

It's a big sin to talk about the court!

The storyteller was not in a hurry and said slowly said, "How does this match? Naturally, it is something that the emperor and the imperial concubine should think about. It's just that the little concubines are crying, blowing the emperor's pillow wind, and finding a way out for their own family."

"I'm afraid it's hard for a woman like Lu Dajia to be bullied." I don't know who it is, but I suddenly interrupted.

The storyteller laughed and said, "The head of Lu University and the owner of the pavilion are childhood sweethearts. Unfortunately, the bamboo horse has been married by the Yan valve since he was a child, and the beauty has nowhere to shed tears!"

"Speaker, talk about the third lady of the Yan family. I heard that she married twice, but she didn't make it. Is she ugly and scared the groom?!" As soon as he finished saying this, the people around him rose up.

Yan Chan sat in the middle, which was so restless. Why did he feel that he had just left for a short time? This matter was spreading all over the world.

Although the first time she was willing to marry, the second time it was not. She was tied up and stuffed up!

Well, in that case, let's listen to the folk saying.

"I heard that Miss Yan San is like water hibiscus, the immortals go down to the earth, walking step by step to give birth to lotus, Arnold is more beautiful, and people are more beautiful than flowers." As soon as this sentence appeared, everyone was quiet. Fortunately, he is a storyteller. What Yan Chan said is in the sky and nothing on the earth.

He heard him again and said, "But Miss Yan San is a poor person. Although she is so delicate, who knows, she has been living on the streets since she was a child. Later, she was sold to a large family and became a little maid. Later, she was forced to get on the sedan chair by the big family and married on behalf of the young lady, but she was abandoned by the groom in public at the wedding and fell on the red cover. Only then was The Yan family recognized it and brought back the Yan valve.

Yan Qi listened to his words. What he said before was true. After getting lost, he wandered on the street. Later, he begged with Xiaowu. Speaking of Xiaowu, he didn't know what happened in the past few years. Later, she married Li Jingshu. Why did she force her to take the sedan chair when she got here?

"What about the second time? Didn't you get married for the second time?"

"Yes, yes, let's talk about it for the second time!"

This noise interrupted Yan Chan's meditation just now. He tilted his head and preached about the second wedding.

"Speaking of the second wedding, it is thrilling. We all know that Miss Yan San was abandoned for the first time. Yan Valve took it home and held it in the palm of his hand and served it deliciously. Even the emperor would give three points of thin noodles when he saw Miss Yan San." The storyteller paused and then said, "Who knows that Miss Yan San is looking for a weak scholar to marry him! I can't stop it. Later, after looking for a day, no one took the burden with Yan Valve, and decisively decided to pull it for life!"

Private for life? So who is sitting and listening to the story here now? Yan Cen looked down at his toes. No, who said that?

As a result, before she finished thinking about it, the storyteller took a sip of tea and continued, "It's bad luck. As soon as I got out of the gate, I was seen by Yan Valve's little man, called someone, and caught Miss Yan back. Now the young lady is crying every day, washing her face with tears, and her body is also crying. She is lying on her side in bed all day, dying. Yan Valve hangs her life with the thousand-year-old ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum. Roots!"

"Puff!" Yan Qian didn't have time to swallow a sip of tea. All of it spewed out and fell on the table in front of him. The remaining tea was connected with saliva, and all of them fell into the melon and fruit plate, causing others to leave their seats one after another, shaking their heads frequently with a look of disgust.

Lying on the side of the bed, dying. Who is drinking tea here now? Yan Zhen put down the teacup in his hand, patted the table, and shouted, "No nonsense, Miss Yan San is still alive. Who said that she would have a private life with the scholar!"

With that, Yan Chan became excited and knocked on the table with the fan in his hand.

"Who are you?! Why did you help Miss Yan San to come out? A burly man at the next table turned around and looked at Yan Yi and said.

Yan Cen looked at him, raised his face, raised his eyebrows, and said disdainfully, "Yan San, how can you talk about it."

After saying this sentence, I heard more "Puff!" The sound of water sprayed, and everyone looked back one after another.

Suddenly, a man came forward and stared at her for a long time. Then he reached out and took out the handkerchief in his arms. Yan Qian thought he had seen it earlier and might have known him, but she really didn't remember it.

As a result, the man took the handkerchief, hooked up the orchid finger, Buddha's tea, then pinched the handkerchief, continued to hook the orchid finger, pointed to Yan Zhen, and said solemnly, "If you are Yan San, I'm still Miss Yan Er!"

Then he said this, clamped his buttocks, twisted his waist, stepped on small steps, and walked back.

It's so happy.

Although the man has beautiful eyebrows, he is a bright man! He said that if he was Yan San, he would be Yan Er, which was obvious that he didn't believe it. But she is obviously Yan San!

I heard a voice around me and said to Yan Cheng, "Little brother, although you are a little thinner, after all, you are a man. Yan San is a woman. If you say that you are Yan San, isn't Yan San a man? Isn't this a big joke from Yan Valve!"

After that, he burst out laughing again.

Yan Cheng just realized that she was wearing a man's clothing, and her voice was not a delicate female voice. She insisted on showing her identity, but it was self-defeating, which made everyone think that she was pretending, so she suddenly blushed, stamped her feet and ran away.

Everyone didn't care. They continued to pull the length with the storyteller, thinking that Yan San was the same as the previous man's delicate man. He said it well and feminine. If he didn't say it well, he was just a sissy.

At this time, Yan is eager to cry without tears, and he can't wait to have a hole to drill in immediately.

The only idea is to take the burden early, go to the northwest to find parents, brothers and sisters, and can't be so humiliated.

Maybe the previous journey was too smooth, so the current road is so bumpy.

It's just that I spent the night in the suburbs at night. When I got up in the morning, I found that people were tied up. Now I was leaning against the bumpy carriage and I was trapped in a sack.

Suddenly, Yan Chen found a very serious problem. The burden was gone, the little donkey was gone, and the Yan Zipei and the dragon pattern abacus on his body were gone!

It's over!

Yan Chan's first reaction, the Yan Zipei and the dragon pattern abacus that have been with him since childhood are gone, such an important thing!

Yan Xin's heart panicked in an instant. What should I do?

Yan Chan didn't grow up in Yanfu. He didn't learn what to act when he saw the opportunity, and what to do. Except for the thirty-six tricks of hypnosis, she still doesn't understand what walking is.

What's more, her hands and feet are tied now, and she can't leave even if she wants to.

There was a faint dialogue between the two people from the outside of the car: "This little boy is good-looking. After a while, he enters the city and sells it to Hua's mother. Maybe he can make some money."

"There is no valuable thing in the bag. It looks like a big boy. It's a rough cloth for a lifetime, that is, those two jade ornaments are good. Maybe they can be sold at a good price. You and my brothers can go to the kiln to find a flower for fun." This is another male voice, which sounds very obscene.

"Look, it's going to rain this day. Go in and see if the kid is awake. Don't die. You can't sell it for a price." The previous male voice sounded again.

After listening, Yan Cen leaned against the wall of the car and moved back vigorously. Unfortunately, his hands and feet were tied and his mouth was stuffed with things. These were in vain.