When Shi Yanwei came out, he was holding a paint-filled tray and said that he had not held up a lamp. His hands were empty at this moment, so he crossed his hands in salute, lightly opened his red lips and said, "Mr. Lang is right, it is really cold here, so I I have been sitting in the waterside pavilion for less than a quarter of an hour, and now I feel discomfort in my throat. It would be better for you and the head of the house not to go there."
Is Madam Yang actually caring about the head of the family? Feng Gui couldn't help but secretly rejoice as he thought about this, because he smiled and said: "I have rough skin and thick flesh, so I am not afraid of the wind. The master of the house has been on the battlefield for many years and has marched and fought in the ice and snow. This kind of cool breeze To the head of the family, it is nothing."
Feng Gui's words were full of praise for Song Heng. From Shi Yanwei's point of view, there was a hint of the king's mother-in-law selling her melons and bragging about herself.
Shi Yanwei remembered that Yin Zhu was still hiding behind the rockery, and secretly thought that the man had run away like a gust of wind, but she was left alone and worried.
Just as he was thinking about what words he could use to persuade the two of them to leave, a strong wind suddenly blew up, causing the trees to sway. Shi Yanwei shivered from the coldness and unconsciously moved his hands. Hug it to your chest.
Song Heng's deep gaze glanced between her arms, and immediately his face darkened. He stepped forward to block Feng Gui, and looked away.
Feng Guideng immediately sensed the smell and hurriedly pressed the lantern down. He frowned and said, "The sky is dark. Madam Yang didn't lift the lantern. How can she go back?"
Shi Yan said slightly, "The moonlight is clear tonight, and it's not very difficult to see the road clearly. It shouldn't be a problem if I walk slower."
Song Heng looked at her repulsive look and had other thoughts. He slowly opened his mouth and said calmly: "There is no need to go forward for the time being. Let's send Madam Yang back first."
The head of the family has always been a man of few desires, self-denial and propriety, but he has never been so enthusiastic about a girl with whom he has no relatives and no reason.
Thinking of this, Feng Gui didn't show anything on his face, but in fact his heart was already boiling like boiling hot water on a stove, and he could only imagine the scene when the two of them were in love.
If it were in the past, Shi Yanwei would have declined politely, but it was different today. Song Heng was here for a while, and Yin Zhu would have to be frightened for a while, so he did not refuse, nor was he shy, and he spoke openly and openly. Salute and thank people.
"In that case, I would like to thank the master in advance."
Song Heng was silent and turned around to walk back. Feng Gui said, "It's okay. I'd also like to ask Madam Yang for guidance."
Shi Yan nodded slightly and said "Thank you sir" and told Feng Gui to go straight out of the round arch door.
Song Heng was very tall and tall in life, with broad shoulders and long legs. He walked in front like a moving mountain. Seeing that he was a serious man with a serious expression, Shi Yanwei couldn't help but feel a little afraid of him. He struggled to follow Feng Gui, never raising his eyes to look at Song Heng.
Shi Yan lowered her head slightly, twisting the peony brocade handkerchief in her hand, thinking secretly about Yin Zhu and the husband just now, but she didn't realize that the person walking in front of her had been replaced by Song Heng. Seeing that she was lagging behind, Heng deliberately slowed down and waited for her. Unexpectedly, she was too engrossed in thinking about things, and soon she bumped into Song Heng's broad and strong waist.
The pain was so painful that she immediately raised her head and took a breath, Tan Mou let out a soft sigh, and her eyes were filled with a layer of mist and turned slightly red.
Song Heng felt something hit his back and stopped suddenly. When he heard the low murmur, he turned around to look at Shi Yanwei.
Shi Yanwei held back the tears that came from the pain. In the end, his eyes were only slightly red. He took two steps back and said calmly: "It turns out that I forgot to look at the road and bumped into the master of the house. It is up to me to apologize to the master of the house. "
The moonlight pours down like practice and falls on Shi Yan's slightly white porcelain face. His bright eyes are wide, his eyelashes are long and slender, and his chest rises and falls slightly with the rapid breathing after his quick steps.
Song Heng didn't seem to hear Shi Yanwei's apology. He lowered his head and lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes blazing, "Are you hurt?"
Shi Yan shook his head slightly, and after his breath calmed down a little, he replied softly: "Never."
Her eyes were red but she still said it was okay, which showed that she was a tolerant person. Song Heng thought to himself, and after a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice: "Remember to pay more attention to the road in the future, and remember not to get too involved when thinking about things while walking."
How did he know what she was thinking?
Shi Yanwei recalled that when she met him at Qilu Pavilion that night, Song Heng had asked her if she had something on her mind, and she couldn't help but feel anxious. She secretly thought that this man was very good at perceiving people's hearts, so it would be better to keep him at a distance in the future.
After thinking about it, I deliberately kept a distance from him, and answered with all my heart: "The head of the family is very wise."
Song Heng hummed lightly, looked away, then turned around and asked Feng Gui to walk in front, slowing down his pace intentionally or unintentionally. Shi Yan slightly rubbed the tip of his nose, lifted up his skirt, stepped onto the stone steps and walked to the corridor to tell them to go. Turn right.
When Feng Gui came to the outside of Shi Yanwei's small courtyard, he didn't want to go in anymore, so he looked at Song Heng for instructions.
Before Song Heng could say anything, Shi Yanwei crossed his arms and thanked the people: "I thanked the master and husband. It's getting late. You go back. I can go in alone."
After speaking, he entered the courtyard gate without looking back.
Song Heng glanced at the slender and graceful figure, his expression dark and unclear, and he said in a deep voice, "Go back."
A lotus-gilt silver-bronze candlestick burned on the small table, and the orange candlelight dispelled a corner of darkness.
Shi Yanwei sat on the crescent moon stool and put a hot towel on his nose, replaying in his mind what happened today when he bumped into Yin Zhu and the husband. By the second watch, he felt sleepy, so he changed his clothes, washed and undressed, went to bed and slept peacefully all night. No dreams.
Dai Xiu was staying at home, Yin Zhu was filled with melancholy and had not yet calmed down. She had no sleep all night and spent the day in trepidation. Seeing that no one came to ask anything, she calmed down a little and her complexion looked better than before.
After painting the screen and serving Song Qing and his pen and ink, he came out of the study and saw Yinzhu standing on the porch leaning against the door facing the wind. He looked straight at her and said, "I don't know where I went wild last night. I was like a piece of wood all day long." You're looking listless there, and you're not allowed to go out again tonight."
Yin Zhu felt so guilty that he didn't dare to look into her eyes. He lowered his head and said softly, "I know." Then he turned around and entered the house.
At that moment, Song Qinghe also left the study and returned to the main room. Qiu Chan stood by the window and talked to Xiao Fan. Suddenly he saw a girl carrying a lantern floating towards the courtyard door. Qiu Chan hugged Ta Yun and took a closer look. The person is Mrs. Yang.
Qiu Chan put down Ta Yun and walked out of the window. With a smile, she and Xiao Fan let people into the room. When Song Qinghe saw Shi Yanwei coming in, he immediately smiled and hurriedly asked someone to get the Shuanglu chessboard.
Huaping was baking tea cakes on the fire with a tong under the window over there. When he saw Shi Yan slightly sitting on the crescent moon stool, he said, "It's a coincidence that Madam Yang is here. Madam Yang just practiced calligraphy for a while and called the maid when she came back." Make tea and eat it with her. The young lady has Ziyang tea. What kind of tea does Madam Yang want to have?"
Shi Yanwei didn't drink much tea in modern times, so naturally he didn't know much about tea ceremony, so he smiled and said, "Don't bother me, Erniang and I will just have Ziyang tea together."
As he spoke, he looked at the painting screen intently, mashing the roasted tencha, then put it into a stone mill and continued to grind it into powder.
Huaping noticed that Shi Yanwei seemed to be quite interested in the tea ceremony, so he looked at her and said, "The ground tea needs to be sieved before being put in for cooking."
Shi Yanwei looked like he was willing to accept the instruction, and Huaping moved the charcoal fire with the fire starter. After a while, the water in the silver cauldron started to boil.
"This is a boil." He said as he added a spoonful of salt, and the water in the cauldron immediately disappeared.
When the water came up again, Huapingfang put the tea powder into it, stirred it gently, scooped out a spoonful of water, put it aside, and said, "This is the second boil."
When the boiling water you scooped out has cooled down, pour it back and bring it to a boil.
Xiao Fan took two celadon tea bowls, Huaping poured tea into the bowls, and served them to Shi Yanwei and Song Qinghe.
Song Qinghe blew a few breaths into the tea bowl and said with a smile: "The tea won't taste good when it gets cold. You can share the rest of the tea soup."
Xiaoshan responded with a smile and asked Yinzhu to fetch the tall pottery bowl. Yinzhu fetched the bowl slowly. Huaping saw that she was really absent-minded today, so she couldn't help but have some doubts.
After everyone finished their tea, Song Qinghe and Shi Yanwei played Shuanglu on the Luohan bed.
Shi Yanwei didn't care about this, and he lost one game and drew another. When they arrived at Xuzheng, Shi Yanwei said goodbye and left. Song Qinghe asked Yinzhu to see her off as usual.
Because of what happened last night, Yinzhu felt ashamed to see her now, so he just lowered his head and silently walked side by side with her while holding the lamp.
"It's still early, let's go to my room and talk for a while."
Yin Zhu nodded in agreement, followed her into the room, blew out the lantern and put it on the table.
Shi Yanwei closed the door and window, sat down and said sternly: "Logically speaking, I have no right to interfere with your personal affairs, but I sincerely regard you as a close friend, and I have no reason to just watch you be confused and stupid."
Hearing this, Yin Zhu's face turned red with embarrassment, his ears felt hot, he lowered his head, and without waiting for Shi Yanwei to ask questions, he told the whole story, just like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.
"His surname was Zhao and his given name was Xiu Ming. He was a second-born man in his family. He was recruited by Sanlangjun as a disciple of the house. He was originally from Fenzhou in Hezhong Prefecture. Aweng Guanzhi had been offering wine to the third-ranking prince, but he passed away in his early forties. Aye resigned from office due to political disagreements with Shangfeng and took advantage of his ancestor's modest income. Later, his family fell into disgrace due to the war. Seeing that there was peace in Hedong with the head of the family in charge, he went to Taiyuan to seek employment."
"I didn't know him at first. In the autumn of last year, he came to Ermen to look for Erlang, and happened to meet him in the garden. He was standing under the osmanthus tree and asked me how to get to Erlang's yard. Later, he came to Erlang in Erlang. I met him outside the door a few times, and then he gradually started to think about it."
"I know that good men and bad men cannot intermarry. Although I have begged the young lady to redeem myself and leave the country before she leaves the court, in order to test him, I panicked and said that the young lady would have to pay three hundred taels before she would let me go. He was furious. He collected two hundred taels of silver and gave it to me, saying that the rest would be collected as soon as possible and given to me as a ransom. He also swore to me that when he married me in the future, he would only protect me and would not tolerate anyone else, nor would he have any objections. Belly.”
It is indeed very rare for ancient men to be able to do this. No matter how good the Song Dynasty is, after all, they are slaves and maids, being driven by others and not being free. How can they compare to spending a lifetime with the person they love?
The taste of love is like sugar and honey. Shi Yanwei has experienced such beauty before, and his heart can't help but move slightly. After all, he couldn't say harsh words. He gently held her hand and said sincerely: "If he is really like you." You said it so well, I wish you the best. Since the young lady has agreed to let you leave the country, there is no need to rush at this moment. Youdao is too nervous to eat hot porridge, so you and he need to calm down. For the time being, restrain your superfluous selfish desires, and don't have any more private meetings with people like last night and create complications. If I hadn't gone there at that time, it would have been easy for the master of the house to see you, or to kick you out with a slap, and I'm afraid my life would not have been saved. .”
After hearing this, Yin Zhu nodded heavily, withdrew his hand and stood up from the collapse, about to kneel and give Yan Wei, "Yin Niang's great kindness will be unforgettable by Zhao Lang and I. We hope to repay your kindness by forming a ring of grass in the next life. "
Shi Yanwei hurriedly stepped forward to hold her hand and prevent her from kneeling. He smiled and teased her: "If you want to stay with Zhao Lang in this life, naturally you can't tie a grass ring. What a big deal, it's worthy of your next life." Come looking for me? Stop thinking like that. Besides, if you really want to talk about it, you are still one year older than me. Wouldn’t you be shortening my life by worshiping me like this? It’s getting late outside, so go back Come on, it’s important to take good care of the little lady.”
After the words fell, Yin Zhufang stopped thinking about kneeling to her, went to light a lantern, said goodbye to Shi Yanwei and pushed the door open.
Retreat to the cold.
Feng Gui came in from outside the garden. Because he had something to report, he stood under the eaves and teased the birds, and asked Shang Lu to go to the study to deliver the message.
Song Heng ordered someone to come in, and he slowly put the letter in his hand on the candle and burned it. He stood up and stood in front of the window with his hands folded. However, he saw dark clouds outside the window, the moon was closed, and the stars were dim. It looked like it was going to rain. .
The girl I saw in the rain that day vaguely appeared in my mind, and I felt inexplicably happy.
The room was filled with a faint smell of burning paper. Feng Gui blew his nose, knelt down and saluted, and said respectfully: "Master, the person sent to Wenshui to inquire about the news a few days ago has passed on the news."
