I Am This Type of Woman

Chapter 125 What is the use of my reputation as a gentleman (1)

With the arrival of spring, everything recovers. After the spring rain, the weather gradually warms up. People in the capital also take off their thick winter clothes and put on more romantic spring clothes. Ban Hua and Rong Xia walked on the street maintaining a half-step distance, watching the passers-by, Ban Hua felt that he was also alive.

"Selling silk flowers, the most fashionable silk flowers in Beijing this year, five cents a piece, do you want one, my lady?"

Banhua stopped and looked at the old woman on the corner of the street. Her hair was gray and wrapped in a worn blue cloth, and she was holding an old blackened basket with half a basket of rough silk flowers in it. The rough maids of the Duke's Mansion would not wear this kind of flowers, so naturally they can't be called fashionable.

The old lady wanted to persuade Ban Hua to buy one too, but seeing that although she was only wearing a silver hairpin and a plain cotton skirt, she had a dignified aura around her and the extraordinary clothes of the man around her, so she knew she was The silk flowers made by the other party look down on them.

When the watery girl approached, the old woman's cloudy eyes could see clearly, the silver hairpin in the little girl's hair was exquisitely crafted, not ordinary.

Banhua saw that the silk flowers in the basket were brightly colored, and they were not something she could wear. She bought two and put them in her hand, then turned to look at Rong Xia, "Come on, keep your head down."

Rong Xia knew what she wanted to do when she saw her movements, turned around and wanted to run, but Ban Hua grabbed her sleeves, and under the violent suppression, she was forced to pin two big earth red flowers on one left and one right on the hair crown. flower.

Seeing this scene, the servants of the uncle's mansion and the Duke's mansion almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

The old woman looked at Ban Hua and Rong Xia with a smile, and said in a kind voice, "Your Master and Mrs. Zun have such a good relationship." After saying this, she noticed that Ban Hua was combing the bun of an unmarried girl, and hurriedly apologized: "I am old and my eyesight is blurred, I said something wrong, I hope you don't mind, Young Master and Miss."

"No problem," Rong Xia looked at Ban Hua with a smile, and the red flower on her head was also shaking, "She is my future wife."

The old woman laughed and said, "I wish you two a happy marriage for a hundred years and a baby boy soon."

"Thank you," Rong Xia took out a piece of silver and put it in the old woman's hand, "Can you sell me all these silk flowers?"

"This is too much money... I can't use it, I can't use it." The old woman waved her hands hurriedly, "My basket is not worth a lot of money."

"It's okay." Rong Xia motioned for the guard to take the basket of silk flowers from the old woman's hand, "Farewell."

"Thank you, thank you very much." The old woman thanked Rong Xia very gratefully, until the two walked away, she was still saying good things about them.

"Hey," Ban Hua pointed at the top of Rong Xia's head with a smile, "Do you really want to wear this to eat noodle soup?"

"If Huahua likes it, it doesn't matter if she wears it," Rong Xia stopped and turned to look at Banhua, her eyes full of tolerance.

Banhua didn't have much resistance to this stunning beauty, and the other party still looked at her with such gentle eyes, she coughed dryly: "Let's take it off."

Rong Xia buried her head in front of her: "Then there will be Lao Huahua."

Ban Hua reached out and picked the flowers, put them into the basket carried by the guard, and then snickered, "Master Rong, the little girl is of the same generation as you, why should Mr. Rong bow to me?"

Rong Xia was not annoyed when she heard these narrow words, instead she took a step back and bowed deeply to Ban Hua: "Young lady is the wife of the future, I would like to salute you as my wife."

Banhua blushed immediately, the man who spoke well and was good-looking was so foul that she couldn't control it.

Handsome men and women with smiling eyebrows, even in the noisy streets with people coming and going, are very easy to attract people's attention.

Xie Qilin looked at the men and women not far away who were sometimes talking and blushing, and stopped unconsciously. He never thought that a man like Rong Junpo could let a woman touch his hair. For men, their heads cannot be touched casually, especially women.

A handsome gentleman, but a woman puts a low-quality silk flower on the head of a woman. On this busy street, wouldn't he feel that a man's self-esteem has been violated?

When the woman in front of Rong Junpo turned around, Xie Qilin was stunned, Ban Hua?

How did Banhua and Rong Junpo get together? He was secretly shocked. Seeing the two men walking forward with their guards, they followed them in a strange way.

"The Taoist priest is injured?" Ban Hua followed Rong Xia, and couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard the thrilling and bizarre story, "What's the matter? His senior brother came to save him, or his junior sister came to save him ?”

"It's his fiancée," Rong Xia noticed that the guard behind him made an imperceptible gesture towards him, glanced back, and continued to smile and said to Ban Hua, "When the fiancée arrived, it was snowing heavily in Tianshan, The whole world is white..."

"Wait!" Ban Hua looked at Rong Xia suspiciously, "Taoists also have fiancées?"

"Of course, there are different schools of Taoism, some of which can be married," Rong Xia saw a carriage approaching in front of him, and stretched out his hand to Ban Hua's side, "Be careful."

"It's okay." Ban Hua saw the white cloth tied to the carriage with the logo of Prince Hui's Mansion engraved on it, and looked into the carriage suspiciously.

The carriage stopped in front of her, and soon the curtain was lifted, revealing Princess Kangning in a linen mourning dress.

"I've seen Princess Fule, Cheng Amber, please forgive me for being filial, and I can't meet you two." Kang Ning nodded to the two, as if he didn't feel that it was strange that they were together, and his pale face was full of filial piety. With a polite smile.

Banhua returned a salute: "The princess seems to have lost a lot, please pay more attention to rest." Although she didn't like this family very much, she saw such a delicate beauty who lost her parents overnight. They didn't want to see her, but she wanted to live in the palace, she looked pitiful, so even her tone of voice softened a lot.

"Thank you, Princess Fule." Kang Ning smiled sincerely on his thinner face.

After she experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships, she realized that the indifference she encountered before was not indifference at all, and it was only now that she truly experienced the torment. Those little sisters in the past, the princes of the family who pursued her, now avoid her like a snake and a scorpion, as if as long as she gets close to them, they will bring bad luck to them.

Along the way in her carriage, she obviously met a few familiar people, but they avoided them from a distance, as if they had never known each other before.

Only Ban Hua treated her as usual, even a little pitiful.

She used to hate others to pity her, she didn't even want to see a look, but now she realized that it is very rare for someone to pity her.