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Su Yun bowed her hands in shame, because he was in a hurry, so he asked again. .

"Shopkeeper, I wonder what those two lines of poetry are? Su Mou wrote them both."

Jiang Qingxue touched her hair and showed a troubled expression.

"That poem, that poem, please ask Mr. Su to go back to your room and wait. I'll go get it right now."

After she finished speaking, she lifted her skirt and went upstairs. She shuffled through a pile of books. She didn't have any love poems left by her late husband. It was just an excuse to get close to Su Yun.

Xiao Fuzi rolled his eyes wildly.

"Your husband is just a rough guy. How can he have any poetry? But then again, if your husband hadn't died, you two would have been a good match."

Jiang Qingxue looked through it for a long time, but couldn't find it. She took out the black charcoal that had not been burned last night, scrawled two lines of poetry on a handkerchief, and then knocked on Su Yun's door with the handkerchief in hand. .

"Mr. Su, can I come in?"

Su Yun took a half step back with a smile on her face.

"Please come in."

Jiang Qingxue entered the room and saw pens, ink, paper and inkstones already placed on the table, waiting for her. She glanced at Su Yun shyly and slowly spread her handkerchief on the table.

Su Yun took a closer look and saw that there were indeed two poems on the handkerchief, but the handwriting was scrawled and somewhat unclear. He had difficulty reading, so he couldn't help but read it again.

"It's just because you look back on me that it makes me think about your days and evenings."

His voice was clear and sweet, and his eyebrows were gentle and affectionate. When Jiang Qingxue heard it, she felt like a lover whispering. After Su Yun finished reading, she still had some unfinished thoughts.

Su Yun saw that she was a little distracted, and suddenly felt a little out of place. How could such a poem be read in front of a woman? He bowed his head and apologized.

"I'm being rude."

Jiang Qingxue smiled and shook her head.

"No, the way the young master read the poem is very similar to my husband. I was so fascinated by it that I was distracted for a moment. Please help me write it down, please!"

Su Yun hesitated.

"Shopkeeper, I'm afraid this is inappropriate."

Jiang Qingxue saw his expression of embarrassment, so she walked up to him and pretended to take the painting on the table, but she accidentally touched him.

"It's fine if you don't want it, Master. I'll take it away now..."

The two of them were separated by some distance, so Su Yun was completely unprepared. When Jiang Qingxue's soft body brushed against his back, he felt a tingling sensation on his back. He couldn't dodge and almost fell.

In addition to the two of them, there was also a little book boy sitting not far away. The little book boy looked young and was sitting by the brazier to warm himself up. He didn't notice anything unusual about the two of them.

Jiang Qingxue grabbed him.

"Sir, be careful."

Su Yun dusted off her clothes and pointed to the bed.

"You sit over there and I'll write right now."

Jiang Qingxue nodded, stood further away, watched Su Yun finish writing, and blew on the ink before she walked over, her eyes focused on the words, as if she had just done it accidentally.

"Thank you so much, sir. The road is blocked by heavy snow today. Why don't you stay a few days longer? When the snow stops, I will ask the store clerk to give you a ride and take you to the next station."

Su Yun refused without thinking.

"No need to bother, we will leave as soon as the snow stops."

Jiang Qingxue interrupted him with a smile.

"Master, don't refuse. My little brother is going out in two days. He happens to be on his way. It would be nice for you to have someone to look after you on the way, right?"

After she finished speaking, without waiting for Su Yun to express her position, she opened the door and left with a twist of her waist, leaving only the fragrant fragrance filling the room.

Su Yun opened the window a little, and the fragrance dispersed a little. He was so close downstairs before, and he could smell the subtle fragrance of Jiang Qingxue, but it was not so strong, which made him Quite uncomfortable.

The book boy has been with Su Yun for a long time, so he naturally knows that their young master is very charming. When he was in the countryside, there were many women who would die for him and swore not to marry him unless he was there. Along the way, there were also all kinds of crazy bees and butterflies. Jump on him.

"Sir, does Mrs. Jiang have a crush on you?"

When Su Yun heard this, Qingjun's gentle face suddenly turned cold.

"Bake your fire and stop talking nonsense!"

Seeing that Su Yun was not happy, the book boy hurriedly slapped his lips.

"Don't blame me, sir. I don't dare to talk nonsense anymore."

That Lady Jiang was indeed beautiful, but it was a pity that she was a young widow. The young master had high ambitions, so naturally he could not fall in love with the widow, let alone have anything to do with her.

He moved closer to the window, looked out, and said worriedly.

"It's just that the snow won't stop for a while, and the accommodation in Huifeng Tower is not cheap. It's really embarrassing to see that our money is almost exhausted."

Su Yun took a book, sat down by the charcoal basin and read it calmly, without hearing the book boy's words at all. As for the money, if he couldn't help it, he could only pawn the relic left by his mother to him.

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Jiang Qingxue hung the calligraphy in the bedroom and went downstairs happily.

It's just that she was really charming and enchanting, with big breasts and a slim waist, and a graceful figure. She just walked slowly down from the second floor with an expressionless face, glanced at everyone, and made everyone lose their souls.

A pair of eyes stared at her like wolves and tigers, almost drooling.

"Yo yo yo, the boss lady is having sex again. Look at how twisted her little waist is. If I can touch it, I'll be happy even if she slaps her twice."

"This Widow Jiang is such a natural beauty. No wonder her man died early. I am afraid that no matter how strong a man is, she can break his bones and suck out his marrow, and squeeze him dry..."

"If I were her man, I wouldn't even want to go out..."

Jiang Qingxue snorted coldly and pretended not to hear. She didn't want to open this shabby inn for a day. She just wanted to transfer the inn when Su Yun was named on the gold list.

Mu Qingshan couldn't listen anymore. He threw the wine cup on the ground with a thud. The wine cup was smashed into pieces. Everyone was shocked. They were about to scold him, but saw that he had a murderous look on his face. He stared with his eyes so fiercely that he didn't want to bluff anyone, so he had no choice but to do it.

Jiang Qingxue saw that he was slightly drunk, so she hooked her hand at him.

"Mu Qingshan, come here."

When Mu Qingshan heard this, he curled his lips sourly.

"What are you calling me for? I can't write a couplet, let alone a poem."

Jiang Qingxue waved her hands indifferently.

"Yes, yes, I didn't say anything."

Having said that, Mu Qingshan still carried the half-jar of wine that had not yet been finished, and walked over drunkenly.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Jiang Qingxue couldn't help but laugh. He was such a duplicitous man. If she hadn't been on a mission, she really wouldn't mind teasing him. After all, one more man wouldn't be much.

"Don't you like my inn? Why don't I give it to you? You will be the boss of Huifeng House. I am a widow and I really shouldn't be exposed."

Mu Qingshan was a little confused.

"Give it to me?"