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I was there when he was slapped in the face

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    Oh well.

    He said no, then there was no need for me to go to the Xiangzi shop to meet him again to embarrass myself.

    In the future, I have to remind myself all the time that he is a married man, and he should be kept at a respectful distance. You must never mess with him while his wife is away. If there is any relationship with him, it is secondary, and if there is any child, it will be over.

    I laughed, what kind of crappy things were I thinking about.  He made a portrait of his wife, kept her clean and clean, and built a wooden house by the water for his wife. How could he be willing to have anything to do with someone he once hated so much?

    Cheng Niang obviously didn't care about my expression, she just stroked her nails and said to me, "Choose a flower name yourself, and I'll ask someone to carve a sign."

    I was silent, and poured myself another cup of tea. I haven't figured out how to escape tomorrow, and I haven't given myself a nice stage name for the time being, so I have to take out my real name and put it on the pad: "Huaguan is pretty good."

    So, the jade plaque engraved with the word "Hua Guan" was placed in front of my vanity mirror in the early morning of the next day.

    Today, it was still the dancer sister who did my makeup last night. While helping me weave my beautiful braids, she taught me, "After what happened tonight, you will be no different from us. From now on, you will be no different from us.  You have to do things like make-up yourself. I will go out with two other sisters to buy rouge and powder, do you have anything for us to bring?"

    I am now penniless, and Chengniang is in charge of my food and clothing, except for the jade hairpin on my head, which was given to me by Xiao Chunyan when I went to Liuzhou six years ago, and it is worth some money.

    I pulled it out and rubbed it in my hand. Thinking of what Xiao Chunyan said to me when I left, I suddenly felt that this hosta in my hand would be my last straw.

    It's not in vain that I was bullied by him to a large extent, now it's time for him to pay me back.

    I pushed the jade hairpin into the dancer's hand, raised my eyes and asked her, "Will you pass by the Temple of Flowers?"

    The dancer nodded hesitantly, and then asked, "Which flower temple are you talking about? There are two flower temples in Yun'an."

    I opened my eyes wide in surprise: Why, after so many years, the old temple where Xiao Chunyan and I used to live has not been demolished yet?  Compared with me, the goddess of flowers is more than a little bit stronger.

    "The new temple built seven years ago." I asked eagerly, "Is the Chun Mansion still there?"

    "My sister was joking. How could such a large mansion say that it is not here?" The dancer smiled and said, "A few days ago, the Chun Mansion even opened a large granary to relieve refugees. It is prosperous and there are many cosmetic shops.  pass by."

    I finally found something not so wrong among things and people, I breathed a sigh of relief, and held her hand, "Sister, can you help me deliver this jade hairpin to the housekeeper of Chunfu?"

    After listening to me, she hesitated for a moment, looked at me in surprise, and finally agreed.  Probably she thinks I'm stupid and lacking in mind.  I am very thankful for my stupidity.

    While she was putting on my makeup, I couldn't help but strike up a conversation with her to ask about the old temple.

    She was about to explain to me when suddenly another sister walked in with strange eyes, "I was just about to tell you that the old temple seemed to be haunted last night."

    I'm not very courageous, but I'm not afraid of ghosts. When I was young, I listened to a lot of anecdotes told by sour scholars, and I lay in the ruined temple at night. I haven't met any ghosts for so many years. That person Xiao Chunyan  Not even the nonsense can scare me.

    So I curiously asked her what kind of haunting method it is.

    She said in detail, in a mysterious way, "Someone saw with his own eyes that many dots of light suddenly appeared in the temple, like will-o'-the-wisps."

    The hanging heart of the dancer sister fell, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "What's the matter, maybe another beggar has moved in, and I just lit a few candles."

    "At first, the watchers thought there were refugees living in it. After all, beggars are often found in that kind of ruined temple." The sister who told the story shook her head and said in a low voice, "But when he looked through the crack of the door,  But I saw a white shadow swaying past - it's a ghost in white clothes!"

    I propped my chin and looked at her, "Is it like the one standing behind you?" After all, I'm not a devil.

    She screamed in fright, jumped into my arms, frightened me, turned her head but didn't see anything, only heard me laughing.

    She was a little annoyed, she stood up and patted my head, "You silly girl, you still make such a joke, how can you talk about ghosts and gods? What I told you is the truth that I heard with my own ears."

    "Go on and say, what happened after seeing the one in white?" the dancer asked.

    She replied, "The watchman also said that he heard the rumors from the ruined temple."

    "Six years ago?! It's so late! At that time, my lord has already entered the officialdom, and I must be very busy every day. Why do I need to learn such trouble?"

    He was silent for a moment, then replied, "Your sister-in-law asked me to draw her, so I learned."

    I secretly wrote an acceptance speech for my sister-in-law. She is really a winner in life. If I had met her thirteen years ago, I would have asked her for advice on how to deceive Jing Xian, a troublesome little fairy.

    Well, it's all nonsense.  All my stories are told in jokes.  I have to admit that the Bai Yueguang I miss day and night still lives in my heart.

    I used four eggs to trick him into taking a portrait of me. I only recalled what he said at that time last night, and my heart was still wrinkled, and I no longer want to repeat it.

    Since they are outside, I can go into the room first and sit down. The opportunity is right, I will not stay any longer, and turn around to go to the Xiangzi shop.

    I don't know who locked the door, and insisted on making things difficult for me at this moment. I hugged the piano tightly and turned around, thinking that it wasn't because I was avoiding him, but because the door had its own ideas.

    It wasn't until the moment I turned around and bumped into someone that I realized that it was thinking differently from me on this door.

    When I hit it, my chin hit a violin. I was sure it wasn't my violin. My violin had been knocked to the ground by someone.

    I was knocked back a step, staggered and stepped on my long skirt, and when I was about to fall to the ground, I grabbed the arm of the visitor with one hand, and the piano held by the visitor with the other, and almost fell to the ground.  To break two strings in one fell swoop.

    "Let go!"

    The voice was so familiar, I raised my head subconsciously before I had prepared my reunion speech and prepared for it.

    What caught my eyes was the shock, excitement, ecstasy, and even pathological complex eyes immediately after he was sullen. I never understood it, but I understood that he was calling me, and his voice became hoarse, "Flower  Official? Huaguan!!" He gritted his teeth.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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