There were also some who sneered and mocked: "If I had such strong arms, I could do it too! What? You don't believe it?! You should ask Director Qiao to be your father first!"
Oh, and there are those who screamed like groundhogs, led by Miss Rong. As toxic fans and single supporters, they will never acknowledge any CP that has not been officially announced: "Old man, don't get close to my sister! My sister is beautiful, right? Did my sister nod and admit it? If she didn't admit it, you are slandering her! You are slandering her!"
Aunt Zhong told Xianjin the rumors in the market.
Xianjin listened and laughed, and after a while, he stopped smiling and said with a sigh, "That's great. If the School of Mind lost and the School of Principle won, I would probably be forced to jump into the well now."
Aunt Zhong thought for a long time before she understood what Xianjin meant. She pursed her lips and said, "The doctrine of preserving the principles of heaven and eliminating human desires is something that should be condemned."
Xianjin looked deeply towards the southeast.
Thanks to Princess Bai'an's efforts to turn the tide, Emperor Zhaode's cabinet was not able to succeed.
Princess Bai'an.
aunt.
Xianjin lowered his eyes, his gaze flickered slightly, and he took a long breath, then finally let it out in a short sigh.
The explosion of a rumor is always accompanied by countless unexpected secondary disasters.
"Xuan" has always been strict in rules, and "Pinxuan", as a cultural and creative base, accepts more people and a wider range. These days, with people coming and going, there are many curious, scrutinizing, kind, or unfriendly faces.
Although Xianjin followed Qiao Hui's advice and moved back to the Zhongwu Marquis Mansion, he still maintained the habit of randomly selecting a shop to visit during the day.
During the days when the rumors were circulating, Xianjin was also in the store. If he was not on the first floor or in the courtyard, he would be on the second floor handling matters.
The twelfth lunar month, close to New Year’s Eve.
It's already very cold.
The snow formed a thick layer of white snow on the blue brick ground.
Xianjin exhaled a breath, and the white mist froze instantly. Just as he was about to turn around and talk to Suoer, he heard a lot of noise in the lobby of "Pinxuan", among which a sharp female voice was the most prominent.
"Where's your boss He? Call her out! I want to buy something!"
Xianjin stepped over the threshold and saw a woman in brocade clothes standing in the hall with an arrogant look on her face.
There were also a few young girls standing around, selecting cultural and creative products.
When she called out to them, most of them put down what they were holding and turned to look at her tentatively.
Xianjin stepped over the threshold calmly and said with a smile, "Miss, what do you need?"
When Xianjin came closer, she could see clearly that this domineering girl had a black mole the size of a fingernail at the left corner of her mouth.
Xianjin frowned slightly.
hiss?
Feeling familiar?
I seem to have heard some rumors about this mole?
Xianjin thought about it, but couldn't remember it anyway, so he stopped thinking about it and turned his eyes to the handful of rice paper postcards in the mole girl's hand, and said with a smile: "Miss, do you want to buy a post station card?"
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