Chapter 89
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Cheng Qianye thinks that he is not a very good person, except for taking up the identity of Chuang.
They are neither literate nor martial. They are neither as intelligent as Zhang Fu nor as profound as Zhou Zixi.
If you think about it carefully, your only advantage is that you have a wider heart and a better acceptance than ordinary people.
I didn't adapt to the times when I was wearing more and more clothes, but I got used to it when I was waiting. Now I still have a lot of friends.
At first, I didn't want to be the monarch, but sitting, I gradually felt that it was not bad, and even found a new goal in life.
At first, thinking that she could not recover her daughter, she was depressed for a day or two. After thinking about it, she joked that she couldn't wear a skirt? In modern times, T-shirt and jeans are not the same.
It's better to spend more time with Qiao Sheng while "Chiba Princess" is still alive.
In the future, if Qiao Sheng can't stand this way of getting along and has other ideas, he will be able to see them anyway. At that time, he will be free and easy and let him go.
Cheng Qianye turns her eyes and looks at the man walking side by side with her.
Most of the time the man was outside, there was no obvious expression on his face.
But Mo Qiaosheng doesn't know that the bright pink of spring flowers on him is always pleasing Cheng Chiba's heart.
Cheng Chiba stretched out his finger and hooked Mo Qiao Sheng's broad palm.
That some rough palm, is nervous slightly sweating, after a long time, he carefully folded his fingers, responded to his princess.
Today is the Qiqiao Festival, bianzhou folk have the custom of crossing the river.
Every family cut light color and dyed it with Yangqi stone. Thousands of colorful catkins are scattered on the bianshui river passing through the city.
The tributary of bianshui river passes through the city of bianzhou.
At the moment, there is a temple fair on the riverside street, full of people and bustling.
Countless men and women scattered auspicious flowers by the river, flying flowers all over the sky or swaying with the wind, or Tingting stained with the water, floating away with the blue waves.
"Last year we were in the Wei state, and we escaped with Tianxiang by virtue of their custom of putting lanterns on the river." Standing side by side in the shadow of willows on the Bank of the river, Cheng Qianye and Mo Qiaosheng look at the bustling crowd and think about the thrilling escape along the Bank of Jishui River in the dark more than a year ago.
Mohashi grabbed her hand.
Just a year ago, he was a slave in a stable, living precariously.
Looking at the sparkling river in front of him, he also remembered the escape of Wei state.
On that night, he fell into the dark and cold water.
On the verge of death, the LORD was desperate to save him. The Lord not only saved his life, but also gave him a new life.
Now, he is standing here, holding the Lord's hand. One year ago, those days were like a separated life.
"Qiao Sheng, where do you want to go again?" Cheng Chiba's voice with a smile calls back Mo Qiao Sheng who is trapped in memory.
A white palm, raised in front of his eyes gently hook hook.
Mo Qiaosheng lowered his head slightly along with her gesture,
Cheng Chiba raised his hand and gently touched his head, "we used to do this before, but now you're growing tall again, I can't reach it."
Mo Qiao Sheng pursed his mouth. In the night of physical and mental injury, this action has brought him the greatest comfort.
Now she is still so warm with her heart.
"Don't think about the unhappy things, Hashimoto. Everything that used to be is in the past. As long as you are willing, we can be together in the future, and I will make you happy. "
Under the shade tree, the woman in crimson clothes, who was wearing brocade along the train, raised her head and gently kissed her beloved.
Dragonfly skimming water, she turned around with a smile and walked to the river. The man under the tree suddenly reached out and held her.
"What's the matter, Hashimoto?" Cheng Chiba looks back at her sweetheart with encouragement.
"I..." Mo Qiaosheng is a little nervous. He swallows his saliva, and finally raises his eyes. He looks at the person in front of him with burning eyes. "No matter what identity and appearance the Lord is, he wants to be with him. No matter whether it can be made public or not, with or without the name of husband and wife, as long as it can accompany the Lord, it is happiness. In my life, I only wish to have a Lord
Cheng Chiba's eyes are bright,
Qiao Sheng understands her heart.
She didn't say it, and Qiao Sheng didn't cheat,
but he saw the unknown hesitation in Cheng Chiba's heart.
She gave the answer she wanted most.
Cheng Chiba uses a little force to drag Mo Qiao Sheng over and kiss his lips.
This man, how so lovely, really want to bully him, let him happy, let him cry.
……Zhang Fu drove in from the gate of the city.
He lifted the curtain and looked at the crowd in the street.
"Why is the street so busy today?"
Xiao Xiu looked out of the window: "today is Qiqiao Festival, Bianjing has the habit of scattering auspicious flowers, and temple fair. Many unmarried men and women and young couples will take this opportunity to sprinkle flowers on the riverside and visit temple fairs with their sweethearts. "
"Look, sir, is that..." Xiao Xiu called softly and pointed to a small noodle stall on the street.
There were a few tables and benches in the corner of the street.
A woman in a blue turban was busy by the steaming pan.
The business of the noodle stand is fair, with three tables full of people.
There is a young couple, sitting on a table, head to head, eating a bowl of noodles.
Although they all changed their casual clothes, Zhang Fu recognized that they were the Lord and Mo Qiao Sheng.
"Lord The princess is wearing a skirt. I haven't seen her for a long time. " Xiao Xiu crowded in the window, Na Na said.
Zhang Fu looked at this scene in silence.
My Lord, he, no, it's her, sitting on the simple noodle stand, talking and laughing easily and freely. It's like that bowl of coarse noodles is a delicacy.
On weekdays, when the LORD was in the court, he had a calmness that was not in line with his age.
Let Zhang Fu almost forget, she is actually a very young woman.
It turns out that she also has the same naive and jumping side as ordinary young women.
"Can't you really keep it?" Xiao Xiu looked out of the window and gently said something that only Zhang Fu could understand. "I think she might be pressing herself on weekdays. This is the happiest time for her? "
Zhang Fu coldly said, "the Lord of a country, holding the world, why not get it? Who can't get it? She will understand in the future. "
Xiao Xiu moved her lips and swallowed her words.
"I know what you think, but have you ever thought that if you leave such a handle, it will leave a huge hidden danger and even shake the foundation of the whole state of Jin."
Xiao Xiu bowed her head and said in a low voice, "what you said, sir, is right. Xiaoxiu just thinks that she doesn't understand these reasons, but she still left my life and saved my husband in danger. Maybe it's because of such a lord that I can't bear it. "
Zhang Fu put down the curtain and was silent for a moment: "I can't bear it, what can I do?"
He felt a disturbance in his heart.
Zhang Fu felt that he had changed. Once upon a time, he worked under the Wei Marquis of the old Jin Dynasty and mastered the intelligence system of the country. He would never influence his decision for these personal feelings.
Calm and self-supporting is the attitude of a counselor and a military division.
Now, he just wants to do better for the Lord.
But why was he disturbed by these ridiculous and irrational emotions.
Cheng Qianye didn't know that Zhang Fu passed them. She sucked the noodles in the bowl and ate a sweat.
"Good craftsmanship, Madame." When a bowl of noodle soup came to the bottom, she sighed contentedly and praised.
Then he asked the people around him, "is it delicious? Qiao Sheng
Mo Qiao Sheng nodded with a bulging face. He ate fast and had a large appetite. He had already eaten the third bowl.
The stall owner with a blue turban was carrying a little doll on her back. She was busy and smiling. She said, "if the guests like it, they will come to take care of it in the future."
Her feet squat a six or seven year old girl, is skilled in a large wooden basin to help wash dishes.
"You look familiar to me?" Cheng Qianye was puzzled and asked, "have you ever studied in Tianxiang women's school?"
She remembered that she had met the stall owner in front of Yao Tianxiang's women's school.
At that time, she was not allowed to use the sole of her shoes. But in the end, she firmly walked into the school gate. Cheng Chiba was impressed by her appearance at that time.
The stall owner wiped his hands on his apron and turned around with a smile: "I learned this skill with my master in the women's school. With the help of Mrs. Tianxiang, I can set up this stall here to support my family. Do you know my wife
Cheng Chiba coughed and said awkwardly, "it's a little familiar. It turns out that Tianxiang's school still teaches noodle making."
The stall owner brought a plate of pickles and put them on their table.
"Since you are my wife's friends, I hope you don't have to postpone this meal even if I invite you." She stood at the table, coaxing and patting the child on her back, "in the women's school, what she teaches is all kinds of skills suitable for women. Let us women learn and have a skill. If it wasn't for lady Tianxiang's kindness, how could I... "She blushed for a moment, but did not go on complaining. Instead, she said with a smile: "thanks to my wife, we women without roots and Ping have a chance to live in this world. I don't know how to thank Mrs. Tianxiang in my heart. If you see my wife, please convey my gratitude. "
Cheng Chiba and moqiao Sheng get up and say goodbye.
"I'm so full. She makes delicious noodles and I like them." Cheng Chiba felt his stomach, "Qiao Sheng, what did you leave quietly on the table?"
Mo Qiao Sheng didn't speak, but he laughed.
"I see. Have you left the whole purse?"
"I," said Mo Qiaosheng, blushing slightly, "have left all my salary this month."
"All right, I know what you mean. Come to the palace every day to have dinner with me this month. Ha ha."
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Cheng Qianye thinks that he is not a very good person, except for taking up the identity of Chuang.
They are neither literate nor martial. They are neither as intelligent as Zhang Fu nor as profound as Zhou Zixi.
If you think about it carefully, your only advantage is that you have a wider heart and a better acceptance than ordinary people.
I didn't adapt to the times when I was wearing more and more clothes, but I got used to it when I was waiting. Now I still have a lot of friends.
At first, I didn't want to be the monarch, but sitting, I gradually felt that it was not bad, and even found a new goal in life.
At first, thinking that she could not recover her daughter, she was depressed for a day or two. After thinking about it, she joked that she couldn't wear a skirt? In modern times, T-shirt and jeans are not the same.
It's better to spend more time with Qiao Sheng while "Chiba Princess" is still alive.
In the future, if Qiao Sheng can't stand this way of getting along and has other ideas, he will be able to see them anyway. At that time, he will be free and easy and let him go.
Cheng Qianye turns her eyes and looks at the man walking side by side with her.
Most of the time the man was outside, there was no obvious expression on his face.
But Mo Qiaosheng doesn't know that the bright pink of spring flowers on him is always pleasing Cheng Chiba's heart.
Cheng Chiba stretched out his finger and hooked Mo Qiao Sheng's broad palm.
That some rough palm, is nervous slightly sweating, after a long time, he carefully folded his fingers, responded to his princess.
Today is the Qiqiao Festival, bianzhou folk have the custom of crossing the river.
Every family cut light color and dyed it with Yangqi stone. Thousands of colorful catkins are scattered on the bianshui river passing through the city.
The tributary of bianshui river passes through the city of bianzhou.
At the moment, there is a temple fair on the riverside street, full of people and bustling.
Countless men and women scattered auspicious flowers by the river, flying flowers all over the sky or swaying with the wind, or Tingting stained with the water, floating away with the blue waves.
"Last year we were in the Wei state, and we escaped with Tianxiang by virtue of their custom of putting lanterns on the river." Standing side by side in the shadow of willows on the Bank of the river, Cheng Qianye and Mo Qiaosheng look at the bustling crowd and think about the thrilling escape along the Bank of Jishui River in the dark more than a year ago.
Mohashi grabbed her hand.
Just a year ago, he was a slave in a stable, living precariously.
Looking at the sparkling river in front of him, he also remembered the escape of Wei state.
On that night, he fell into the dark and cold water.
On the verge of death, the LORD was desperate to save him. The Lord not only saved his life, but also gave him a new life.
Now, he is standing here, holding the Lord's hand. One year ago, those days were like a separated life.
"Qiao Sheng, where do you want to go again?" Cheng Chiba's voice with a smile calls back Mo Qiao Sheng who is trapped in memory.
A white palm, raised in front of his eyes gently hook hook.
Mo Qiaosheng lowered his head slightly along with her gesture,
Cheng Chiba raised his hand and gently touched his head, "we used to do this before, but now you're growing tall again, I can't reach it."
Mo Qiao Sheng pursed his mouth. In the night of physical and mental injury, this action has brought him the greatest comfort.
Now she is still so warm with her heart.
"Don't think about the unhappy things, Hashimoto. Everything that used to be is in the past. As long as you are willing, we can be together in the future, and I will make you happy. "
Under the shade tree, the woman in crimson clothes, who was wearing brocade along the train, raised her head and gently kissed her beloved.
Dragonfly skimming water, she turned around with a smile and walked to the river. The man under the tree suddenly reached out and held her.
"What's the matter, Hashimoto?" Cheng Chiba looks back at her sweetheart with encouragement.
"I..." Mo Qiaosheng is a little nervous. He swallows his saliva, and finally raises his eyes. He looks at the person in front of him with burning eyes. "No matter what identity and appearance the Lord is, he wants to be with him. No matter whether it can be made public or not, with or without the name of husband and wife, as long as it can accompany the Lord, it is happiness. In my life, I only wish to have a Lord
Cheng Chiba's eyes are bright,
Qiao Sheng understands her heart.
She didn't say it, and Qiao Sheng didn't cheat,
but he saw the unknown hesitation in Cheng Chiba's heart.
She gave the answer she wanted most.
Cheng Chiba uses a little force to drag Mo Qiao Sheng over and kiss his lips.
This man, how so lovely, really want to bully him, let him happy, let him cry.
……Zhang Fu drove in from the gate of the city.
He lifted the curtain and looked at the crowd in the street.
"Why is the street so busy today?"
Xiao Xiu looked out of the window: "today is Qiqiao Festival, Bianjing has the habit of scattering auspicious flowers, and temple fair. Many unmarried men and women and young couples will take this opportunity to sprinkle flowers on the riverside and visit temple fairs with their sweethearts. "
"Look, sir, is that..." Xiao Xiu called softly and pointed to a small noodle stall on the street.
There were a few tables and benches in the corner of the street.
A woman in a blue turban was busy by the steaming pan.
The business of the noodle stand is fair, with three tables full of people.
There is a young couple, sitting on a table, head to head, eating a bowl of noodles.
Although they all changed their casual clothes, Zhang Fu recognized that they were the Lord and Mo Qiao Sheng.
"Lord The princess is wearing a skirt. I haven't seen her for a long time. " Xiao Xiu crowded in the window, Na Na said.
Zhang Fu looked at this scene in silence.
My Lord, he, no, it's her, sitting on the simple noodle stand, talking and laughing easily and freely. It's like that bowl of coarse noodles is a delicacy.
On weekdays, when the LORD was in the court, he had a calmness that was not in line with his age.
Let Zhang Fu almost forget, she is actually a very young woman.
It turns out that she also has the same naive and jumping side as ordinary young women.
"Can't you really keep it?" Xiao Xiu looked out of the window and gently said something that only Zhang Fu could understand. "I think she might be pressing herself on weekdays. This is the happiest time for her? "
Zhang Fu coldly said, "the Lord of a country, holding the world, why not get it? Who can't get it? She will understand in the future. "
Xiao Xiu moved her lips and swallowed her words.
"I know what you think, but have you ever thought that if you leave such a handle, it will leave a huge hidden danger and even shake the foundation of the whole state of Jin."
Xiao Xiu bowed her head and said in a low voice, "what you said, sir, is right. Xiaoxiu just thinks that she doesn't understand these reasons, but she still left my life and saved my husband in danger. Maybe it's because of such a lord that I can't bear it. "
Zhang Fu put down the curtain and was silent for a moment: "I can't bear it, what can I do?"
He felt a disturbance in his heart.
Zhang Fu felt that he had changed. Once upon a time, he worked under the Wei Marquis of the old Jin Dynasty and mastered the intelligence system of the country. He would never influence his decision for these personal feelings.
Calm and self-supporting is the attitude of a counselor and a military division.
Now, he just wants to do better for the Lord.
But why was he disturbed by these ridiculous and irrational emotions.
Cheng Qianye didn't know that Zhang Fu passed them. She sucked the noodles in the bowl and ate a sweat.
"Good craftsmanship, Madame." When a bowl of noodle soup came to the bottom, she sighed contentedly and praised.
Then he asked the people around him, "is it delicious? Qiao Sheng
Mo Qiao Sheng nodded with a bulging face. He ate fast and had a large appetite. He had already eaten the third bowl.
The stall owner with a blue turban was carrying a little doll on her back. She was busy and smiling. She said, "if the guests like it, they will come to take care of it in the future."
Her feet squat a six or seven year old girl, is skilled in a large wooden basin to help wash dishes.
"You look familiar to me?" Cheng Qianye was puzzled and asked, "have you ever studied in Tianxiang women's school?"
She remembered that she had met the stall owner in front of Yao Tianxiang's women's school.
At that time, she was not allowed to use the sole of her shoes. But in the end, she firmly walked into the school gate. Cheng Chiba was impressed by her appearance at that time.
The stall owner wiped his hands on his apron and turned around with a smile: "I learned this skill with my master in the women's school. With the help of Mrs. Tianxiang, I can set up this stall here to support my family. Do you know my wife
Cheng Chiba coughed and said awkwardly, "it's a little familiar. It turns out that Tianxiang's school still teaches noodle making."
The stall owner brought a plate of pickles and put them on their table.
"Since you are my wife's friends, I hope you don't have to postpone this meal even if I invite you." She stood at the table, coaxing and patting the child on her back, "in the women's school, what she teaches is all kinds of skills suitable for women. Let us women learn and have a skill. If it wasn't for lady Tianxiang's kindness, how could I... "She blushed for a moment, but did not go on complaining. Instead, she said with a smile: "thanks to my wife, we women without roots and Ping have a chance to live in this world. I don't know how to thank Mrs. Tianxiang in my heart. If you see my wife, please convey my gratitude. "
Cheng Chiba and moqiao Sheng get up and say goodbye.
"I'm so full. She makes delicious noodles and I like them." Cheng Chiba felt his stomach, "Qiao Sheng, what did you leave quietly on the table?"
Mo Qiao Sheng didn't speak, but he laughed.
"I see. Have you left the whole purse?"
"I," said Mo Qiaosheng, blushing slightly, "have left all my salary this month."
"All right, I know what you mean. Come to the palace every day to have dinner with me this month. Ha ha."
Cheng Qianye thinks that he is not a very good person, except for taking up the identity of Chuang. They are neither literate nor martial. They are neither as intelligent as Zhang Fu nor as profound as Zhou Zixi. If you think about it carefully, your only advantage is that you have a wider heart and a better acceptance than ordinary people. I didn't adapt to the times when I was wearing more and more clothes, but I got used to it when I was waiting. Now I still have a lot of friends. At first, I didn't want to be the monarch, but sitting, I gradually felt that it was not bad, and even found a new goal in life. At first, thinking that she could not recover her daughter, she was depressed for a day or two. After thinking about it, she joked that she couldn't wear a skirt? In modern times, T-shirt and jeans are not the same. It's better to spend more time with Qiao Sheng while "Chiba Princess" is still alive. In the future, if Qiao Sheng can't stand this way of getting along and has other ideas, he will be able to see them anyway. At that time, he will be free and easy and let him go. Cheng Qianye turns her eyes and looks at the man walking side by side with her. Most of the time the man was outside, there was no obvious expression on his face. But Mo Qiaosheng doesn't know that the bright pink of spring flowers on him is always pleasing Cheng Chiba's heart. Cheng Chiba stretched out his finger and hooked Mo Qiao Sheng's broad palm. That some rough palm, is nervous slightly sweating, after a long time, he carefully folded his fingers, responded to his princess. Today is the Qiqiao Festival, bianzhou folk have the custom of crossing the river. Every family cut light color and dyed it with Yangqi stone. Thousands of colorful catkins are scattered on the bianshui river passing through the city. The tributary of bianshui river passes through the city of bianzhou. At the moment, there is a temple fair on the riverside street, full of people and bustling. Countless men and women scattered auspicious flowers by the river, flying flowers all over the sky or swaying with the wind, or Tingting stained with the water, floating away with the blue waves. "Last year we were in the Wei state, and we escaped with Tianxiang by virtue of their custom of putting lanterns on the river." Standing side by side in the shadow of willows on the Bank of the river, Cheng Qianye and Mo Qiaosheng look at the bustling crowd and think about the thrilling escape along the Bank of Jishui River in the dark more than a year ago. Mohashi grabbed her hand. Just a year ago, he was a slave in a stable, living precariously. Looking at the sparkling river in front of him, he also remembered the escape of Wei state. On that night, he fell into the dark and cold water. On the verge of death, the LORD was desperate to save him. The Lord not only saved his life, but also gave him a new life. Now, he is standing here, holding the Lord's hand. One year ago, those days were like a separated life. "Qiao Sheng, where do you want to go again?" Cheng Chiba's voice with a smile calls back Mo Qiao Sheng who is trapped in memory. A white palm, raised in front of his eyes gently hook hook. Mo Qiaosheng lowered his head slightly along with her gesture, Cheng Chiba raised his hand and gently touched his head, "we used to do this before, but now you're growing tall again, I can't reach it." Mo Qiao Sheng pursed his mouth. In the night of physical and mental injury, this action has brought him the greatest comfort. Now she is still so warm with her heart. "Don't think about the unhappy things, Hashimoto. Everything that used to be is in the past. As long as you are willing, we can be together in the future, and I will make you happy. " Under the shade tree, the woman in crimson clothes, who was wearing brocade along the train, raised her head and gently kissed her beloved. Dragonfly skimming water, she turned around with a smile and walked to the river. The man under the tree suddenly reached out and held her. "What's the matter, Hashimoto?" Cheng Chiba looks back at her sweetheart with encouragement. "I..." Mo Qiaosheng is a little nervous. He swallows his saliva, and finally raises his eyes. He looks at the person in front of him with burning eyes. "No matter what identity and appearance the Lord is, he wants to be with him. No matter whether it can be made public or not, with or without the name of husband and wife, as long as it can accompany the Lord, it is happiness. In my life, I only wish to have a Lord Cheng Chiba's eyes are bright, Qiao Sheng understands her heart. She didn't say it, and Qiao Sheng didn't cheat, but he saw the unknown hesitation in Cheng Chiba's heart. She gave the answer she wanted most. Cheng Chiba uses a little force to drag Mo Qiao Sheng over and kiss his lips. This man, how so lovely, really want to bully him, let him happy, let him cry. Zhang Fu drove in from the gate of the city. He lifted the curtain and looked at the crowd in the street. "Why is the street so busy today?" Xiao Xiu looked out of the window: "today is Qiqiao Festival, Bianjing has the habit of scattering auspicious flowers, and temple fair. Many unmarried men and women and young couples will take this opportunity to sprinkle flowers on the riverside and visit temple fairs with their sweethearts. " "Look, sir, is that..." Xiao Xiu called softly and pointed to a small noodle stall on the street. There were a few tables and benches in the corner of the street. A woman in a blue turban was busy by the steaming pan. The business of the noodle stand is fair, with three tables full of people. There is a young couple, sitting on a table, head to head, eating a bowl of noodles. Although they all changed their casual clothes, Zhang Fu recognized that they were the Lord and Mo Qiao Sheng. "Lord The princess is wearing a skirt. I haven't seen her for a long time. " Xiao Xiu crowded in the window, Na Na said. Zhang Fu looked at this scene in silence. My Lord, he, no, it's her, sitting on the simple noodle stand, talking and laughing easily and freely. It's like that bowl of coarse noodles is a delicacy. On weekdays, when the LORD was in the court, he had a calmness that was not in line with his age. Let Zhang Fu almost forget, she is actually a very young woman. It turns out that she also has the same naive and jumping side as ordinary young women. "Can't you really keep it?" Xiao Xiu looked out of the window and gently said something that only Zhang Fu could understand. "I think she might be pressing herself on weekdays. This is the happiest time for her? " Zhang Fu coldly said, "the Lord of a country, holding the world, why not get it? Who can't get it? She will understand in the future. " Xiao Xiu moved her lips and swallowed her words. "I know what you think, but have you ever thought that if you leave such a handle, it will leave a huge hidden danger and even shake the foundation of the whole state of Jin." Xiao Xiu bowed her head and said in a low voice, "what you said, sir, is right. Xiaoxiu just thinks that she doesn't understand these reasons, but she still left my life and saved my husband in danger. Maybe it's because of such a lord that I can't bear it. " Zhang Fu put down the curtain and was silent for a moment: "I can't bear it, what can I do?" He felt a disturbance in his heart. Zhang Fu felt that he had changed. Once upon a time, he worked under the Wei Marquis of the old Jin Dynasty and mastered the intelligence system of the country. He would never influence his decision for these personal feelings. Calm and self-supporting is the attitude of a counselor and a military division. Now, he just wants to do better for the Lord. But why was he disturbed by these ridiculous and irrational emotions. Cheng Qianye didn't know that Zhang Fu passed them. She sucked the noodles in the bowl and ate a sweat. "Good craftsmanship, Madame." When a bowl of noodle soup came to the bottom, she sighed contentedly and praised. Then he asked the people around him, "is it delicious? Qiao Sheng Mo Qiao Sheng nodded with a bulging face. He ate fast and had a large appetite. He had already eaten the third bowl. The stall owner with a blue turban was carrying a little doll on her back. She was busy and smiling. She said, "if the guests like it, they will come to take care of it in the future." Her feet squat a six or seven year old girl, is skilled in a large wooden basin to help wash dishes. "You look familiar to me?" Cheng Qianye was puzzled and asked, "have you ever studied in Tianxiang women's school?" She remembered that she had met the stall owner in front of Yao Tianxiang's women's school. At that time, she was not allowed to use the sole of her shoes. But in the end, she firmly walked into the school gate. Cheng Chiba was impressed by her appearance at that time. The stall owner wiped his hands on his apron and turned around with a smile: "I learned this skill with my master in the women's school. With the help of Mrs. Tianxiang, I can set up this stall here to support my family. Do you know my wife Cheng Chiba coughed and said awkwardly, "it's a little familiar. It turns out that Tianxiang's school still teaches noodle making." The stall owner brought a plate of pickles and put them on their table. "Since you are my wife's friends, I hope you don't have to postpone this meal even if I invite you." She stood at the table, coaxing and patting the child on her back, "in the women's school, what she teaches is all kinds of skills suitable for women. Let us women learn and have a skill. If it wasn't for lady Tianxiang's kindness, how could I... "She blushed for a moment, but did not go on complaining. Instead, she said with a smile: "thanks to my wife, we women without roots and Ping have a chance to live in this world. I don't know how to thank Mrs. Tianxiang in my heart. If you see my wife, please convey my gratitude. " Cheng Chiba and moqiao Sheng get up and say goodbye. "I'm so full. She makes delicious noodles and I like them." Cheng Chiba felt his stomach, "Qiao Sheng, what did you leave quietly on the table?" Mo Qiao Sheng didn't speak, but he laughed. "I see. Have you left the whole purse?" "I," said Mo Qiaosheng, blushing slightly, "have left all my salary this month." "All right, I know what you mean. Come to the palace every day to have dinner with me this month. Ha ha."
