The Flower Dynasty is approaching, and there is already a hint of spring in the garden of Song Mansion. The wind blew all night last night, and there was another light rain, which moistened things silently. The new leaves in the garden of Song Mansion were green, and many tender new buds and buds were sprouted from the flower trees.
Shi Yanwei was sitting on a low stool by the window. The milk was steaming in the pot, emitting waves of mist and a faint milk fragrance.
Xi'er was picking vegetable leaves by the door and vividly talking to Shan'er about what happened when the head of the family returned home yesterday.
"Yesterday, the head of the family returned home after having a black gastrodia. Although he was a little tired from the journey, he looked in high spirits. Speaking of which, there are more than five hundred miles from Jinzhou to Taiyuan. The head of the family traveled back day and night, and his appearance was unexpected. No fatigue."
Shan'er stood by the stove and listened quietly to what she said, and finally agreed with a smile: "I heard that the master of the family has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. At the age of fifteen, he went to fight with Song Gong. At twenty and two, he inherited the military skills of Jiedushi. His official position and his outstanding military exploits over the past few years are naturally not comparable to those of ordinary generals."
The conversation between the two fell into Shi Yanwei's ears word for word, and Shan'er did not forget to turn her head to look at Shi Yanwei over there, and asked her with some curiosity: "Ms. Yang. Did you go to see the owner of the house outside the second gate yesterday evening?"
Shi Yanwei was not interested in the appearance and temperament of the head of the family. He just said lightly: "I was a little tired yesterday. I went back to the house to sit after dinner. I haven't seen him before."
Because she was a guest of the Song Dynasty, Shi Yanwei's residence was not in the same place as the maids and maids in the mansion. Mrs. Xue specially placed her in the spacious and bright west courtyard. When Song Heng returned to the mansion, there was really a lot of movement outside. Shi Yanwei didn't care, he just lay on the Arhat's bed and stretched out his body.
Shi Yanwei was originally a native of the south. She had parents who were in a free love relationship, good sisters who talked about everything, and a considerate boyfriend. She spent twenty-four years in the modern world living a plain and warm life, and her soul inexplicably entered the world. After this body, looking at the completely unfamiliar living environment around me, it is difficult to accept it.
However, how can a person not bow his head under a low eaves?
She was afraid of being regarded as a soul-stealing monster, so she had to suppress the uneasiness and fear of suddenly coming to another world. After being silent for a long time, Fang raised her hand and stroked the fine cloth wrapping the wound on her forehead, and slowly said that she had probably touched My brain was damaged and I couldn't remember many things from the past.
After listening to these words from her mouth, the lady sent by Mrs.
The old lady didn't want to stay too long. After comforting her for a few words, she went to Cuizhu Residence to report back to Mrs. Xue.
Mrs. Xue was a kind-hearted person. After hearing this, she lowered her head and stroked her forehead and said something pitiful in a low voice, and ordered someone to ask a doctor who was good at this disease to come to her house to see her.
The doctor went to Shi Yanwei's room, carefully examined the injury on her forehead, and asked a lot of questions. Shi Yanwei answered them one by one, and the doctor stopped talking, picked up a pen and wrote out a prescription.
Although Shi Yanwei drank the bitter medicine for more than a month, she was not Yang Chuyin after all, so she couldn't remember anything. She only learned about Yang Chuyin's life experience one after another from others.
The original Yang Chuyin and his brother Yang Yan depended on each other. Three years ago, Yang Yan joined the Hedong Army. It was not until last year that he was appreciated by Song Heng's brother Song Sanlang and was promoted to a captain from the sixth rank. However, in a battle five months ago, , Yang Yan died under the enemy's sword in order to save Song Sanlang.
Song Sanlang was a man who knew how to repay his kindness. With tears in his eyes, he ordered Yang Yan's body to be buried properly. After many inquiries, he found the original body of Yang Chuyin. He personally went to Wenshui County to bring the person into the Song Mansion and helped Yang Yan. Moved the grave to his mother's grave.
Yang Chuyin was used to living in Wenshui County, so she wanted to refuse, but Song Sanlang was not the type to give up easily. On the grounds of the unstable current situation and Yang Yanguan's personal entrustment, he finally refused after several attempts to persuade him. After convincing her to go to Yang Yan's tomb and kowtow, she was willing to come to Taiyuan with him.
Because she is the savior of her grandson, she has good looks, and her watery peach blossom eyes are in Mrs. Xue's heart. Therefore, Mrs. Xue treats Yang Chuyin very warmly. Mrs. Tai treated her very kindly and naturally did not dare to treat her lightly. Whenever she saw her, she would respectfully call her Madam Yang.
When she first arrived at the Song Mansion, in the eyes of everyone in the house, Mrs. Yang was taciturn and had the most boring temperament; until one rainy night before April, she somehow fell down the stone steps. I kowtowed to my head and suffered from high fever for nearly three days. When I woke up, I forgot all the people and things in the past, and my temperament also changed.
Except for Shi Yanwei, no one in the world would know that she did not suffer from brain contusion and fissure due to knocking her head, but that she had a different core.
Although living in the Song Mansion, a wealthy family, she had no worries about food and drink, but really, she was living under someone else's roof. At this moment, Mrs. Xue and Song Sanlang could still remember their original brother's kindness and kindness to her, but people's hearts were always fickle. , as time goes by, no one can say whether the two of them will treat her as before. By then, won't she be an eyesore and annoying in the Song Mansion?
What's more, she is not related to the Song family, and she is not the real Yang Chuyin. She feels guilty for living a life of being able to stretch out her clothes and open her mouth by using the identity of others so peacefully.
Therefore, after careful consideration, Shi Yanwei decided to live in the Song Mansion for the time being and help the maids and ladies in the house with whatever they could when she had nothing to do. When the situation in the north became more stable in the future, she would leave the Song Mansion and go to Jin Dynasty. Live a happy life in Guancheng.
The population of the Song Dynasty was not complicated compared to other aristocratic families. Mrs. Xue, who was nearly seventy years old, had two sons and one daughter. Her only daughter, Song Weilan, married Lanling at the age of 16, and she and her husband gave birth to two sons in the next five years. .
Mrs. Xue's deceased eldest son, Song Lin, was both civil and military. In his early thirties, he had already reached the rank of second-rank Hedong Jiedu envoy. He married Zhen's daughter in his weak years and gave birth to three sons and one daughter in a few years: the eldest son died young, and the second son Song Heng is talented and intelligent. He has been familiar with the art of war since he was a child. He was already proficient in riding and shooting when he was young. He has amazing arm strength. Later, he is invincible on the battlefield. Compared with his father, Heng is much better than his father. However, his marriage is not going well. He is twenty years old. Liu has not yet married a wife; Sanlang Song Yu married the eldest daughter of an aristocratic family before he reached the age of weak crown. The couple is very loving and has never had a concubine. They have a son; the aunt Song Qingyin is a well-known talented woman in Taiyuan. Eight years ago, she went abroad She married in Lanling, and a few years ago she went to Chang'an with her husband to take up his post. It has been three years since he returned home.
Her second son Song Ming is very different from his elder brother Song Lin. He has neglected his studies since he was a child. He only likes to drink, have fun, and fight cocks and dogs with others. He held a prestigious official position, and even before he married a wife, he already had three rooms of beautiful concubines, not counting the maids and outside fans he had ruined.
Although Song Ming was a romantic man, he only had one son and one daughter. The fourth son was the son of his concubine, the Wang family, and was only 12 years old now; the second mother was the daughter of his first wife, the Gao family, in February last year He was born with hairpins, and his name was Qinghe. He had a face like peach and plum, skin as white as porcelain, and a lively and charming temperament, which made him very popular with Mrs. Song.
This Song Erniang likes sweets. She went to the kitchen since Shi Yanwei, and she especially likes to eat the pastries made by Shi Yanwei. Yesterday evening, when Song Heng returned home and saw Song Qinghe, he just said casually, "Er Niang's face looked at Bi." I was a little plumper when I left the house a few months ago." After hearing this, Song Qinghe immediately frowned slightly and bit his lower lip in grievance, looking obviously unhappy.
Seeing this, Mrs. Xue at her side pretended to pat Song Heng's forearm, and said in a reproachful tone: "You are so good at recruiting two mothers, but you are not a proper brother. Take a shower quickly after dinner. It is proper to change your clothes and go over to offer incense sticks to your Aweng and Aye."
It was originally a joke, but Song Qinghe seemed to have taken his words into his heart. He looked at the gold-backed bronze mirror quite melancholy for a while this morning, and finally asked the maid next to him to go to the kitchen to ask for a small cup in the afternoon. Double-crust cheese arrives.
"It's a pity. I heard Cui'er from the sewing room say that the head of the family is more than six feet four (a foot in the Tang Dynasty is about 30.7 centimeters). He is a man of gold and jade, and he is extraordinary in martial arts. Looking at the whole of Taiyuan, there is no other person like him. The master of the house is such a good-looking husband. Now that the master of the house has returned to the house, Madam Yang will always see him."
Shan'er's words interrupted Shi Yanwei's thoughts, and she finally came back to her senses and hummed casually. At this time, the milk in the steamer had already been steamed. Shi Yanwei took out the small cup and let it cool.
Liu Lao's voice came from outside the door, and then the curtain was opened. Song Qing and Yin Zhu, the second-class maid in the room, walked in with smiles and tilted their heads slightly to listen to Liu Lao's words.
The two entered the kitchen, and Liu Yu stopped talking and went to the side to see how the Xi'er vegetables were being picked.
Yin Zhu walked over slowly and asked Shi Yanwei with a smile: "Ms. Yang, have you finished making the double-skin cheese?"
Shi Yanwei added honeyed red beans and raisins to the paste, and looked at her with a smile: "You're just in time, it has just cooled down and condensed into a paste, so it's just right to eat."
Yin Zhusheng has a face like a silver basin and eyebrows as green as willows. When she smiles, she has two shallow dimples. She is delicate and refined. Because she often runs to the kitchen, she is also a cheerful person. She becomes familiar with Shi Yanwei as soon as she goes back and forth. Make friends.
"Ms. Yang is a distinguished guest in my house, but I'd like to ask you to cook in person if you have nothing to do today."
Shi Yan looked out the window slightly, closed the lid of the small cup and put it in the food box, smiled and said: "You are used to coaxing people, go back quickly, don't keep the little lady waiting. I’ll come talk to you tomorrow when I have time.”
Yin Zhu took the food box, said a few witty words to her in a low voice, and left.
Cuizhuju.
Mrs. Xue and Song Heng were sitting on both sides of the Luohan bed. There was a blue and white incense burner with entwined branches on the red sandalwood carved kang table, and the fresh fruits of the season were in the white porcelain silver flower mouth plate.
"At the beginning, you, Aye, failed to attack Jinzhou for a long time, and then you were defeated and killed in Yingzhou. Now Erlang has defeated Jinzhou. If you, Ayequan, know this, I will be proud of you." As Mrs. Xue spoke, she thought of her own shortcomings. The deceased eldest son's eyes turned slightly red.
Song Heng lowered his eyes slightly when he heard this, with a touch of gloom in his eyes. He silently picked up the tea cup and took two sips to moisten his throat.
Seeing this, Mrs. Xue secretly regretted that she shouldn't have mentioned his boyfriend, so she changed the subject: "I vaguely remember that your deputy general Wei Sanlang lost his wife three years ago and only had a girl at his knees. Can he renew his marriage now?"
Song Heng said two words lightly: "Not yet."
After hearing this, Mrs. There’s tea, can you use it?”
Junshan Silver Needle is produced on a small island on Dongting Lake. The output is very limited. In addition, the relationship between Song Heng and Hunan Jiedushi has become increasingly tense in the past two years, so it is not easy to obtain. Therefore, Song Heng has been drinking it since last year. The tea was changed to Mengding Mountain Tea from Shu region.
Song Heng said: "Very good. I don't think I can come to my grandma's place much. Next time I can ask someone to make some ordinary tea for my grandson."
After the grandfather and grandson chatted for a while, Song Heng said goodbye and left. Mrs. Song sent Huan Zhu to invite Shi Yanwei to come over.
Huan Zhu just left the Cuizhu Hall, but there were a lot of dark clouds gathering in the sky. She quickened her steps uneasily, but she was still covered in rain.
"It's raining outside, why don't you hold an umbrella? Look, you're all wet. The early spring wind is cool, but be careful not to catch cold or typhoid fever." Liu Lao, who was close to the door, said as she went to get a clean towel. come over.
Huan Zhu took the towel and wiped his hair. After thanking the person, he looked at Shi Yan and said softly: "I just went to look for you in your yard, but I didn't find anyone. I guess you can't sit still and are helping in the dining room." If I see you here, you can see that I thought well. Madam Tai sent me over to ask you to come to Cuizhu Residence."
Shi Yan nodded slightly in agreement, seeing that her black hair was wet, he said with concern: "Miss Huanzhu got caught in the rain, dry your clothes and hair, drink a bowl of ginger soup to warm yourself up before going back, if you catch the cold, how can you serve the wife?" I'm going to go to Cuizhutang right now. When I see Mrs. Tai, I can explain the matter to her. I think it won't hurt to come."
Upon hearing this, Shan'er smiled and echoed a few words, and went to take out a piece of ginger from the vegetable basket. Huanzhu felt that her words were reasonable, thanked everyone in the kitchen, and then sat down on the low stool next to the stove to warm himself and wipe his hair.
Raindrops hit the banana leaves next to the wall, making a ticking sound. Shi Yanwei opened the bamboo bone oil paper umbrella with lotus painted on it, stepped down the steps and walked out of the yard to the Green Bamboo House.
Shi Yan slightly turned around the screen door and entered the garden. The garden was full of greenery, red and purple, with flowers and willow shadows. The white silk shoes splashed on the stone slabs, and the skirt and embroidered shoes were stained with muddy water. , as soon as he raised his head, he saw a tall and burly man standing in the pavilion next to the stone bridge not far away. He was wearing a black moire round-neck gown. Shi Yanwei looked sideways and realized that the man seemed to be Looking at her.
