Hearing this, Song Heng calmed down his expression slightly, lightly opened his thin lips and said lightly: "Since it is Mrs. Madam's wish, there is no harm in taking this trip. You can go back and recover."
Shu Yu respectfully said yes, raised his head and watched Song Heng whip his horse, and when he was out of sight as he turned around the alley, he turned around and entered the mansion, straight back to Cuizhu Residence.
At that time, Meng Fu was sitting in Song Qinghe's arms untying the nine-link chain. Mrs. Xue looked at her with a kind face. I went to pick up the young lady outside the city."
After hearing this, Mrs. Xue nodded slightly, but she felt a little uneasy. She just looked at her sideways and asked, "Is there any trouble on Erlang's face?"
Shu Yu hesitated a little, shook his head and said, "The master's face looks the same as before."
Song Qingyin saw some clues and gave Shu Yu a look quietly. She immediately took the nine-ring ring from Meng Fu's hand and made her sit up straight. She smiled and said: "My son and the slaves have been harassing grandma for a long time. It’s time to go back now.”
Mrs. Xue gently moved the prayer beads in her hand and sighed.
Shu Yu watched on the side that Mrs. Get Mrs. Xue's wooden fish and small mallet.
The snow piled around the screen and went inside. Shuyu made a gesture of invitation to Song Qingyin and silently followed the mother and daughter.
Song Qingyin took Meng Fu's little hand and walked outside the courtyard. After looking around, she asked Shu Yu softly: "Does Erlang know that Madam Yang went out with Er Niang?"
Shu Yu said: "You should know that before the master left, Feng Langjun asked Nu Er Niang who he went with, and Nu Dao Er Niang went with Madam Yang."
After Song Qingyin got the answer she wanted, she stopped talking and sent Shu Yu back with a smile.
Let’s talk about Song Heng riding all the way to the outside of the city. He slowed down and searched along the Fenhe River. He met many girls traveling together, many of whom were beautiful. However, Song Heng only took a quick glance and saw that there was no one among them. The figures of Shi Yanwei and Song Qinghe continued to search for the next place.
Until they found an elm forest, the melodious sound of the piano came from the tent. Song Heng sounded familiar, so he got closer and saw Song Qing and Zheng Zhi sitting on soft cushions playing the piano.
Shi Yanwei sat cross-legged beside her, with his head lowered and his eyebrows lowered, his mouth as sweet as cherry blossoms, and his slender hands holding a rosewood mother-of-pearl pipa. At this time, his wide sleeves fell slightly, revealing a white forearm. She plucked the strings, but judging from the way she held the pipa and the fingering she used to caress the strings, she definitely wasn't a novice.
A gust of wind blew by, and the silver butterfly on Shi Yan's hair trembled in the wind, and the tassels swayed slightly, making her look like a lady coming out of a night banquet.
Song Heng was so absorbed in what he was looking at for a moment that he didn't realize that Shi Yanwei had raised his head and looked over. Their eyes met, and Song Hengfang slowly came back to his senses and quietly looked away.
Shi Yanwei had not expected to see him here, and was quite surprised. He lowered his eyes and hesitated whether to get up to greet him, and even the posture of holding the pipa became unnatural.
At this moment, it was discovered that Shi Yanwei was not the only one with Song Heng, but because Song Qinghe had not finished playing a song, he had to suppress the idea of getting up to greet him for the time being.
Song Qinghe played very enchantedly, the branches and leaves of the golden crown of flowers and trees in her hair swayed gently with her movements of playing the piano, and she did not notice Song Heng's arrival. After the song was played, all the girls clapped their hands and praised her, and Song Qinghe smiled brightly. He raised his head to look at them and saw Song Heng on horseback wearing a wide-sleeved black round-neck cardigan.
The slanting sunlight fell on his face with clear features, and the golden light outlined smooth lines. The jade and gold belt around his waist shone brightly, which further enhanced his jade and gold appearance, and the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix.
"Second brother!" This was the first time that Song Qinghe encountered Song Heng personally looking for her at the Spring Festival Banquet. He was so happy that he stood up and looked at him.
Everyone present, except Song Qinghe, all crossed their arms and bowed, saying respectfully: "Wish you all the best for Song Festival."
Song Heng's dark starry eyes glanced at everyone, and only stayed for a moment on Shi Yanwei, who was wearing a light-colored small group patterned chest-length skirt. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he dismounted from the stirrup, but when he saw it With broad shoulders and a straight waist, a tall and erect body, he said in a calm tone: "No need to be polite."
So all the girls said goodbye to each other with crossed arms, and the banquet ended early because of Song Heng's arrival.
The maids and servants of the Song Mansion were packing up all the items and utensils in the banquet in an orderly manner. Song Qinghe took Shi Yanwei's hand and came to Song Heng. With a smile as bright as a flower, he asked him: "How do you know that I am here? "
Song Heng narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "Grandma specially sent someone to come to the Fenshui River to pick you up."
It was grandma who asked him to come. After hearing this, Song Qinghe was puzzled and secretly thought that she had brought many guards with her when she left the house, so why did grandma need to trouble her second brother to come and pick her up in person.
The soft spring breeze brought waves of fragrance of flowers and plants, blowing the hem of her skirt. Shi Yan stood slightly between his brother and sister. He felt that he was a little redundant at the moment, but he couldn't think of anything to say to them. He was partial to Song Dynasty. The long sword on Heng's waist was pointed straight at her, and he simply lowered his eyes to look at the complicated patterns on the hilt.
From the corner of his eye, Song Heng caught a glimpse of Shi Yan slightly observing the sword at his waist, and then he placed his right hand with sharp knuckles on the sword grid, and the tip of his index finger kept clasping the hilt of the sword.
Seeing this, Shi Yanwei couldn't bear to look any further, so he withdrew his gaze and looked sideways at the distant mountains.
Seeing that she was looking away, Song Heng stared closely into her eyes, lightly parted his thin lips and said, "I didn't know before that Madam Yang could also play the pipa?"
After the words fell, Song Qinghe recalled the pipa music Shi Yanwei had just played, and also cast his doubtful and inquiring eyes on Shi Yanwei.
Shi Yan nodded slightly and calmly made up a set of words: "I must have learned it carefully when I was young. Today I held the pipa and it felt so familiar. I can actually play the music."
The willows on the river bank were covered with grass, and Song Heng's eyes seemed to be stained with ink, becoming darker and deeper, as if he wanted to see through her eyes. He said in a deep voice: "Since I can still remember how to play the pipa, why not play the pipa again?" Picking it up again may help Madam Yang remember the past as soon as possible."
Shi Yanwei felt uncomfortable being stared at by him. He nodded slightly and gave a perfunctory hum. He was about to find a way to break away from Song Qinghe's hand and go elsewhere when he suddenly heard Huaping come in and report: "Master, Madam, Yang Madam, the carriage is ready, do you want to set off back to the mansion now?"
At this moment, Huaping's words were undoubtedly a timely gift to Shi Yanwei, resolving her urgent need.
When Song Heng nodded and gave a positive answer, Huaping immediately asked someone to move the car over.
Not long after, the coachman drove over. Song Qinghe was dazzled by the broken gold in the water, turned away and blinked: "Second brother, do you want to ride in the carriage with us?"
Because Song Heng was too tall, he had to bend very low when entering and exiting the carriage. Therefore, he was not used to sitting in carriages. Song Qinghe thought that he would refuse directly like before, but today he changed his attitude. He said the word "Yes" without hesitation or slowness.
The boy took the pedal and came over. Song Qinghe and Shi Yanwei got into the car first. Song Heng followed them and stepped in. Instead of sitting inside, he sat down directly on the bench opposite her. The spacious carriage took up a lot of space, and his momentum was so strong that Shi Yanwei felt an invisible sense of oppression.
Shi Yan on the right lowered his head slightly and twisted the handkerchief with the pattern of Baoxiang in his hand. Song Heng on the left closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. The atmosphere was somewhat dull.
Song Qinghe noticed the black iron sword at Song Heng's waist and asked, "Second brother, did you go to the army today?"
Song Heng just hummed in a low voice, still closing his eyes and saying no other words.
"Ms. Yang plays the pipa very well. It's a pity that my second brother came a little late today and couldn't hear her." Song Qinghe felt sorry for him and sighed softly.
After the words fell, Song Heng slowly opened his eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said quietly: "In this way, I have no luck today. I will also ask Madam Yang to honor her and play pipa music at my house. "
Shi Yanwei didn't answer, smiled and calmly sent the words back unchanged: "Second mother is very happy today, any music she listens to is pleasant to the ears, but in fact her heart is moving with the flags, and then I feel that I am a concubine." She plays the pipa well. If you really want to talk about it, I can only hear the music of the piano a little bit. If the master of the house wants to listen to the pipa music, it would be best to send someone to ask the wife of the teacher to come and play it at the house. "
The breeze slowly entered through the curtains on the window, stirring up Shi Yan's broken hair on the temples. Her cheeks were slightly red from drinking, and there was still a bit of the refreshing fragrance of fruit wine between her lips and teeth and on her clothes. , and now it spreads in the confined space.
Song Heng's five senses were sharp and he smelled the faint fragrance. His hands hidden under his wide sleeves clenched slightly.
Whatever he wants, he can just use all kinds of tricks to get it, and there is no need to waste words with others.
Thinking of this, he changed the subject and looked at Song Qinghe, "What did Er Niang and Madam Yang drink at the banquet?"
Song Qinghe raised his hand to hold Shang's face, which was still a little hot and red, and said with a smile: "The Shaochun wine and Sangluo wine I drank, Madam Yang couldn't drink as much as Qiongfu wine, so she only used some Sanluo wine." Pomegranate wine and pomegranate wine."
Song Heng responded: "Sang Luo is very drunk, go back and drink some hangover soup before going to see grandma."
He didn't say it was okay. Now that he mentioned wine, Song Qinghe felt his head was swollen and his eyelids were heavy. He covered his mouth with a towel and yawned. After a while, he tilted his head on Shi Yanwei's shoulder. Chu fell asleep lightly.
Shi Yan was slightly afraid that she would twist her neck, so he gently moved her head to his lap. Song Qinghe opened his eyes slightly in a daze, moved his body along with her movements, and found a comfortable position to put his head. He put his right hand on her knee and fell asleep again.
Song Heng silently took this scene into his eyes, silently took out a book from the small compartment in the corner of the carriage and opened it to read.
Song Qinghe slept all the way to the city gate, while Shi Yanwei remained silent the whole way.
The soldiers guarding the city recognized the Song Dynasty's chariots and horses, saluted the driver with folded hands and let them go without hesitation.
Song Qinghe rubbed his sleepy eyes and heard noises coming from outside the carriage. He opened the curtain of the car window and took a look outside.
When they arrived at a market, Shi Yanwei said: "Master, madam, I want to go to the market to buy some things, so I'll get off the bus here first."
Song Qinghe became interested when he heard this, and said softly to Song Heng: "Second brother, it's still early now. I want to go with Madam Yang. Can you go back to see grandma first?"
Song Heng did not comment, just asked the coachman to stop the carriage, barely stood up half of his body and got out of the carriage, and asked the two of them: "Why don't you get off the carriage quickly?"
Song Qinghe hurriedly followed him out and saw that Song Heng had gotten out of the car. He couldn't help frowning and asked with doubts: "Second brother, are you going with us?"
