"Oh, no, the young master was discovered by the guards. What should I do?"

How could this happen? Xianghe saw the guards illuminating the backyard with lanterns, and there were shadows under the light. She siege and blocked the young master and shot him. She was so scared that she was so scared that she exclaimed.

"Plop"

Young Master... Di Yun fell to the floor and sobbed silently. If Miss Chao hadn't supported her waist, she might have fallen like that.

What exactly happened?

My cousin's love is deeply rooted... Miss Chao somehow felt sour in her heart, she hugged her cousin and said, "My cousin is heartbroken, and the cousin is flying.

I went to see the Weaver Girl.

I don’t have time to take care of my cousin, do I still feel sorry for the Cowherd?

Not ashamed…”

"Ah, what did my cousin say? Who knows the cowherd?"

Oh, I was anxious and miscalculated. Lang Jun was very skilled in martial arts, so there would be no accident... Di Yun would be over-taste and was coquettish and itchy to catch her cousin.

"Gee, itchy, cousin is embarrassed and tantrum..."

It was so itchy that Miss Chao twisted her body to avoid her cousin's fingers, and pointed to the money bag on the piano table and Zi Bo to reveal her cousin.

It can't be hidden anymore, so embarrassed that Di Yun stomped her feet and sat on the show bench with a coquettish look. She asked, "Cousin, have you heard of any news?"

“Yes, not.

I didn't know about the minister's proposal, but I heard my grandfather keep saying the Di family was about to shine their ancestors.

I talk endlessly and express my joy.

It doesn’t make sense to mention the prince without mentioning it in his words, but it makes sense to be strange?"

My grandfather wasn't sick, right? Miss Chao was both worried and confused. She sat next to her cousin and said restlessly.

How could this happen?

How can a joke about proposing marriage?

Since it is the Minister of the Minister who came to propose marriage, I should ask my grandfather to talk about the Minister of the Minister who was the Minister of the Minister, so why would he ignore it?

Could it be that there are other twists and turns... Di Yun has been thinking deeply about studying classics since she was a child, and she was so scared that she was so scared that she was so scared.

If that is true, young master... Di Yun felt sad and sore inside, and said with tears in her face: "Cousin, stop guessing.

Come and try the taste of this mutton hotpot.

I guarantee that my cousin has never eaten such delicious food, and I will never forget it in this life!"

"Why are my cousin so sour?

What did you think of, my cousin farewell to your husband forever?

Hey, it tastes so delicious, no wonder my cousin..."

Why is my cousin's life so miserable? Miss Chao and her cousin told each other about their hearts and knew very well, so they persuaded her to cut the mess with a quick knife. They tasted the mutton and melted in their mouths, exclaiming in exclamation.

At this time, Xianghe turned around and saw Xiaoyun looking at the bright lotus-like glowing in the bead curtain of the lady's boudoir, frowned and unhappy. She walked to the lady and nodded to signal the lady that the young master had left the village safely.

The young master was indeed both civil and military. Di Yun smiled sadly and waved her hand and said, "Xianghe, you go and have some mutton hotpot too.

This is specially sent by the young master, try it all!

The prince’s surname is Wang, his name is Jun, his name is Langjun, and his name is Langjun, not Langjun..."

"Oh, wouldn't that mean that my cousin misunderstood her cousin the day before yesterday?

I thought my cousin was ashamed and was unrestrained in public. He was a disciple?

It seems that my cousin is really both civil and military, so what love poems have you written for me?"

What a wonderful person, it's fascinating... Miss Chao couldn't help but imagine, blushed and asked sourly.

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

In this way, even if the guess is true and dies in love to protect his reputation, his cousin can serve Wang Lang for him, and he will pass away with a smile, without regrets...

But... Di Yun looked at her cousin's fascination and frowned and said, "My cousin is memorable, but she can't..."

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

Mr. Wen is from a poor family, but he is diligent and studious.

It makes people feel helpless when they see it, and they always want to help, but my cousin is powerless.

This time I went back to Chang'an to celebrate my grandfather's birthday, and I have forgotten about this.

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

How could that person be compared with Mr. Lang Jun? Miss Chao compared it in her heart and said coquettishly.

My cousin blushed when she lied. Di Yun lit her cousin's forehead in anger and said, "Why is my cousin blushing?"

It was written on your face, but it was not something that Lang Jun liked..."

"Ah, what, my cousin bullies people, who cares?"

Isn't they really interested in Wenshen Confucianism? Miss Chao was panicked and retorted coquettishly, did she really fall in love with Mr. Langjun...

...

The people in Dijiazhuang are in chaos, and the feelings are in chaos.

It was all messed up to one person, but unfortunately the man ran away.

"rustle"

It was comfortable and fragrant. Wang Langjun walked among the bushes reflected by the moonlight, smelling the purse embroidered with mandarin duck patterns in his hand, and advanced towards the wooden bridge upstream of the water bay.

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

It seems to be called Dijia Bridge, which shows the meaning of the bridge built by the Dijia.

Dijia Bridge is located more than ten miles north of Dijiazhuang.

The trusses are located on a river channel more than ten meters wide, forming an arched wooden bridge.

The bridge is 100,000 feet wide, and eight horses can pass by safely by marching side by side.

It shows that this is the main bridge connecting the official road.

The importance is self-evident.

"Crack, buzz"

The oblique wooden square under the bridge was broken and fell into the water.

Accompanied by wooden strips, the wooden blocks drift with the flow and flow to the northeast...

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

Everything returns to its original state.

The bridge is still the same bridge.

It faces the official road.

Nothing wrong.

The next day.

It's sunny and clear.

Cloudless, peaceful.

Suddenly, a team of people dressed in red clothes carried big red gift boxes, tied red flowers, and pounded drums and drums.

It's very lively, noisy and hustle and bustle.

The Dijia Bridge was creaking.

It seems that I can't stand it?

Is it possible?

Who believes it?

The team is approaching.

The leading man was a fat man riding a big brown horse, wearing a red robe, a red flower, and a top hat. He approached the southern end of Dijiaqiao with a arrogant look.

“Let’s say the law…”

The big brown horse man stood up.

"ah"

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

Listening to the caution of others, the person behind was so shocked that he put down the gift box and ran over to save the person and lead the horse.

"Young Master, are you okay?"
To be continued...