As soon as the meal was over, the maid brought a tea cup, a gilt copper basin, a red silver saliva bowl and other items. Song Heng took the tea cup and drank two sips of tea to rinse his mouth, and then went into the silver basin to clean his hands.
He piled snow and offered a clean handkerchief. Song Heng was about to reach out to take it when he suddenly heard a barely audible sound coming from the window. It seemed like something had fallen on the window sill. He immediately stood up with long legs and turned around. In the direction of the window, a powerful palm wind struck out and went straight to the window sill, shaking the green qiluo on the window to pieces.
Before everyone in the room could react to what had just happened, a frightened raccoon slave's cry came into the room, followed by a panicked female voice through the window.
The maid in green clothes under the window was trembling all over and said anxiously: "My maid was not careful enough and asked the raccoon slave in the lady's room to sneak here and disturb the madam and the master of the house. Please punish the madam."
After saying that, he hugged the raccoon slave and trembled and knelt down to the window, lowering his head anxiously, not even daring to look at the tall silhouette on the window.
Mrs. Xue turned her head slightly to look at Song Heng beside her. Seeing the anger hidden on his face, she immediately smiled softly and complemented the maid: "What did I think it was? It turned out to be the big food king in Er Niang's house① The raccoon slave is here, he has a loose and untamed temperament, he is used to being wild, and he can't keep it all the time. I don't blame you for this. It's a cold spring night and the ground is cold, so get up."
The maid named Qiu Chan outside the window was so grateful that she stood up from the green brick floor in shock, and then ran away from Cuizhu Residence.
The anger in Song Heng's chest had not yet dissipated, he frowned and gently opened his thin lips and said in a deep voice: "No matter how fierce the eagle or horse is, it can be tamed, let alone a raccoon slave. It's just that Er Niang indulged it too much."
Hearing this, Mrs. Did the emperor ever try to tame a fierce horse named Shishi Cong but failed?"
Song Heng lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, but he just insisted on his own opinion and said firmly: "In my opinion, if I followed what the martial artist said and used iron whips, hammers, and daggers to control it, it might not be impossible to tame it."
These words made Mrs. Xue think deeply: Erlang's temperament is too strong and cold, which may not be a good thing. The way of a king is to combine hardness and softness. A person's temperament cannot be changed overnight. For the current plan, it is best to marry him a virtuous and gentle wife as soon as possible.
Mrs. Xue did not speak for a long time, and the only sound in the room was the sound of Yu Huanzhu and Rui Sheng carefully clearing the dishes on the table. Song Heng knew that he had made a mistake, and secretly thought that he should not have been too cold and cruel in front of his grandma, so he said goodbye and left.
Of course, Er Niang’s raccoon slave is really outrageous.
Song Heng strode out of Cuizhu Residence and walked straight to Song Qinghe's Daixiu Residence.
Because Mrs. Xue loved Song Qinghe, there was only a wall between Daixiu Residence and Cuizhu Residence, so Tie Yun often went to Cuizhu Residence. But this time, she happened to meet Song Heng having dinner here. What a coincidence. By chance, he jumped out of the window when it was dark in the evening, and he caused this incident for nothing.
Daixiu lives inside.
Song Qinghe held Tayun in his arms and gently caressed her hair. Hearing Qiucicana's story about what happened in Cuizhu Residence just now, his heart was really frightened. He secretly thought that everything in grandma's house was of the best quality. Now that the green qiluo on the window is broken, I have to find the same qiluo and put it on again.
It was true that the second brother doted on her all day long, and it was true that he could not rub the sand out of his eyes. If grandma had not spoken to her in time to save her, Qiu Chan would definitely have received a beating.
Thinking of this, Song Qing and Shun Mao paused slightly, frowning slightly, "Tayun, when will you be able to see? It's not good to offend anyone, why bother provoking the second brother? I'm not afraid of him offending you." .”
Song Qinghe was cherished like a treasure by Mrs. Xue and Mrs. Gao since she was a child, and Song Heng regarded her as a biological sister. She had a simple and innocent heart, and was not afraid of Shi Yan around her smiling at her and looking after her in front of Tayun. Talk.
Yibi said softly, and Yibi sent Tayun, who had been comforted by her, into Shi Yanwei's arms.
Ever since Qiu Chan came into the house carrying Ta Yun, Shi Yanwei had never taken his eyes away from it. He had been coveting the blue-eyed Persian cat for a long time.
Song Qinghe naturally saw that she liked Tayun, so after comforting Tayun, he sent it to Shi Yanwei's arms.
"Thank you, Er Niang." Shi Yan smiled slightly at her, thanked her sincerely, then lowered his head and began to pick up the cat seriously.
Not long after, Yinzhu brought the Shuanglu chessboard over and was placing it on the red sandalwood table. Song Heng came in from the other side but didn’t know when, until Shi Yanwei, who lowered his eyes, saw the tall shadow first and was shocked. He raised his head to see who it was, and raised his white porcelain chin slightly.
When Song Heng's slightly gloomy face came into view, Shi Yanwei was distracted for a moment and didn't know what to call him properly. He just stood up suddenly while hugging Tayun.
Fortunately, Song Heng didn't care about her. After Huaping, Yinzhu and others bowed and saluted, they responded in a low voice.
"Second, second brother, what's the matter with you? This time has passed, come here..." Song Qinghe knew that he came here at this time probably to ask for punishment, so his heart beat faster and his words became stammering.
Song Heng calmly glanced at Shi Yanwei in the front right, who was wearing a pleated skirt with a lotus color and a precious pattern. He saw that her eyes no longer had the calm smile when she was combing the raccoon slave's hair with her lowered eyebrows. Instead, there was a hint of panic. He was at a loss, and his slightly better mood instantly returned to its original position.
Tayun lay comfortably on Shi Yanwei's body. When Song Heng saw it at this time, Song Heng became more angry. But when the words came to his lips, his tone became softer, "Since Er Niang has raised this You are a raccoon slave, you should be restrained by yourself, if what happened today happens again next time, I will personally discipline and discipline you for your good health."
Song Qinghe was used to being casual, and he was not that kind of person with delicate thoughts. He never noticed Song Heng's conscious or unconscious attention to Shi Yanwei. He thought that he had calmed down, so he let out a light smile and said with a low voice: "Two Brother, Madam Yang and I are going to play backgammon, can you help us pick up the chips?"
The evening breeze brought the fragrance of pear blossoms and a slight coolness through the window. Song Heng, who was sitting by the window, had dark eyes and did not respond.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Qinghe raised his eyes to look at him again. Seeing his stinking face, he seemed to be looking at Tayun in Madam Yang's arms. He secretly thought to himself, how big of a deal is it worth for him to hold on to her like this? Let it go? Isn't it enough to calm him down when such a beautiful woman with beautiful hair and beautiful hair is sitting in front of him? At the age of twenty-six, he is just like a stubborn stone, but where can he find a bride who can catch his eye?
Huaping was the first to notice that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room, and hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over: "It's better for the maid to come."
After finishing speaking, he went to bring a crescent moon stool over.
Shi Yanwei just thought that the two siblings were angry at each other. He sat there and didn't know what to say for a while, so he just acted like a gourd with its mouth cut off.
There were more than ten candles burning on the lotus lantern tree, making the whole room as bright as day. Shi Yanwei sat quietly, watching the wax oil dripping into flowers, chatting to pass the time.
Until Yin Zhu set up the backgammon board and arranged the chess pieces, and asked them to roll the dice to decide who would move first, Shi Yan Weifang withdrew his gaze, put Ta Yun on his lap, put one hand on Ta Yun's neck, and rolled the dice with the other.
Huaping counted carefully, opened his mouth and said: "Ms. Yang is six, and Miss Yang is eight. In this game, Miss Yang should go first."
So Song Qinghe rolled the dice again, but saw that one of the points was four and one was three. According to the rules, two chess pieces could move four and three squares respectively, or one chess piece could move seven squares alone. Song Qinghe After thinking for a moment, move the two pieces.
The night was getting darker outside the window, and two birds were standing on a branch arguing. When they saw someone coming, they flapped their wings and flew away.
The silver candle lights the bright corner lamp under the eaves, and he goes to the tea room to cut some fresh fruits, and then quietly enters the house.
At that time, Song Heng was sitting on the couch with his head held high, holding an ancient book that had turned yellow in his hands, but his phoenix eyes fell on the Shuanglu chessboard filled with lacquered flowers and birds.
But seeing Shi Yanwei's white and tender fingers like bamboo shoots holding a black stone, he hesitated for a moment and then moved forward three squares to eat a white stone and put it on the horizontal bar in the center of the chessboard.
In this way, Song Qinghe needs to throw three points to get back the white stone.
Seeing this, the expression on Song Heng's face softened slightly, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but he didn't know whether he was laughing at Shi Yanwei's ruthless move just now, or at Song Qinghe's disadvantage. situation.
Suddenly, Yin Zhu, who was standing at the threshold, felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if he had come at the wrong time, but it was too late to leave now, because Song Heng had already recovered from the girl's jade fingers, After discovering her presence beside the door frame, her dark eyes returned to their usual solemn and cold look, which made Yin Zhu feel terrified.
Yin Zhu couldn't retreat, so he could only step forward slowly, forcing an unattractive smile on his face, and said in a slightly stiff voice, "Master, Madam, Madam Yang, please use some fruit."
Song Qinghe was worried about Bai Zi's situation, his distant eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his eyes never left the chessboard for a moment, and his voice was low: "I can't eat it right now, so I'll give it to my second brother and Madam Yang."
After the words fell, Yin Zhu suppressed the fear in her heart and slowly walked towards Song Heng. Fortunately, Song Heng didn't look at her again at this time. He only lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand, waving to signal her not to throw the fruit plate at him. Delivered to me.
Yin Zhu suddenly felt a big stone falling to her heart, secretly thinking that that moment just now must have been her illusion. His mood relaxed, his steps became brisk, and he held the fruit plate in front of Shi Yanwei.
Shi Yan smiled brightly and took a skewer to sign a piece of fruit that had been peeled off. He pointed to the empty space on the side table and said warmly: "Lao Yinzhu took the trouble to put it here."
With their eyes facing each other, Yin Zhu placed the gilt silver plate with patterns of flowers and birds down to where Shi Yan pointed slightly, whispered a few words to the screen next to him, and pulled away.
The soft and crisp female voice just now reached his ears. Song Heng raised his eyelids slightly and moved his eyebrows slightly. After all, he did not raise his head to look at the girl who made that voice.
About another quarter of an hour passed, and Bai Zi's defeat became increasingly obvious. Tayun fell asleep on Shi Yanwei's lap. Shi Yanwei's legs were numb due to the pressure, so he moved his legs and painted the screen to capture this tiny moment. He saw the movement in his eyes and loudly called Qiu Chan to come in.
Huaping is a first-class maid who serves Song Qinghe personally. She can command Song Qinghe and everyone in the courtyard. At this time, she whispered to Qiu Chan: "Tai Yun has fallen asleep. Please carry him back."
The head of the house was sitting alone by the window. The young lady was angry and refused to talk to him. Madam Yang was in the middle and couldn't say much. The atmosphere in the room was really dull. No wonder Tayun slept so soundly.
Qiu Chan thought so in her heart, she bent down and stretched out her hand to hug Ta Yun.
Tayun had been frightened in the Cuizhu Residence, and he was currently sleeping. Qiu Chan suddenly came over to hug him, which made him startle again. He suddenly broke away from Qiu Chan's arms and jumped. Falling on the chessboard, in an instant, the black and white chess pieces either fell onto the board or fell to the ground, making a snapping sound.
In order to prevent Qiu Chan and others from hugging it again and being scratched by it, Shi Yanwei hurriedly waved his hands and said: "Tayun is a little frightened. Don't move it and let it recover on its own."
Song Qing and his colleague Shi Yanwei thought of one place. They turned their heads and told Huaping and Xiaofan, "Let's clean up later."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Yan turned to look at Tayun on the chessboard. His red lips opened and closed: "Since Tayun disturbed the chess game, it will be considered a draw this time."
Huaping looked out the window and saw the bright moon hanging high and the stars shining brightly. He asked Xiaoshan to fetch her new blue gauze lantern, and politely reminded the head of the family and Madam Yang that it was time to go back.
Xiao Fan lit the lantern, and Song Qing and Song Heng slowly walked to Song Heng's side, expressing their concern awkwardly: "The second brother didn't carry a lantern when he came over. It was dark outside, so he was afraid of bumping into each other, so he asked Xiao Fan to hold the lantern for the second brother. Bar."
Song Heng told her to rest early and carried the lantern out without letting Xiao Fan follow.
Song Heng had just left, and Yin Zhu sent Shi Yanwei outside the courtyard gate. Shi Yanwei stopped to joke with her, then sent her back softly, and then walked to the garden alone carrying a gauze lantern with plum blossoms. Take the main road.
It was mid-February, the moon was full and the flowers were red, the wind was soft and clear, and the spring bugs were whispering in his ears. Shi Yanwei's steps slowed down unconsciously. Suddenly he glanced at the bright moon in the sky, and he suddenly felt homesick. The tip of his nose was slightly Sour.
Carelessly walking along the verandah and turning around the rockery, the stone bridge and pavilion not far away appeared. Shi Yan lowered his head slightly and walked slowly. He lightly tied up his skirt and stepped on the stone bridge. When he raised his head, he saw the pavilion with the corner of his eye. There was a person sitting there.
