Song Heng didn't respond, turned around and ordered someone to go back to the house first to tell Mrs. Xue that they didn't have to wait for them to come back to have a meal together, and then ordered the young man to lead the horse and follow the coachman to the restaurant in front to wait.
Song Qinghe pulled Shi Yanwei aside and whispered softly: "Second brother's behavior today is really strange. First he rode a carriage with us, and now he wants to go shopping with us. This should be done in the past. , is something that rarely happens..."
Before she finished speaking, Song Heng was already walking over to her. Song Qinghe stopped talking and asked him with a smile: "Brother, why do you have the leisure to follow Madam Yang and I to visit the market today?"
Song Heng said calmly: "Since grandma asked me to pick you up, how can I go back on my own? It's rare that I don't have much to do today, so it's okay to go to Fangshi with you."
Song Qinghe saw that his face was as normal and he answered calmly. He believed his words for the time being and walked side by side with Shi Yanwei.
Shi Yanwei stopped in front of a stall selling pottery figures, carefully selected a few pottery figures, took out a handful of copper coins from his purse, counted them, and paid them to the stall owner.
The stall owner stretched out his hand to take the copper coins, crossed his hands with a smile and said: "You two ladies, walk slowly."
She actually likes such gadgets? Although Song Heng was puzzled, he still glanced at Feng Gui. Feng Gui understood and stepped forward with a smile on his face to help Shi Yanwei get something.
Shi Yanwei was a little embarrassed and hesitated to give it. Song Qinghe said: "It doesn't matter, you can just give it to him."
Feng Guiren echoed like a spirit: "Ms. Yang, there is no need to be polite to the slave. She is just helping to get some things, so it doesn't matter."
Shi Yanwei couldn't resist, so he handed the wrapped pottery hands to Feng Gui and said warmly: "In this case, thank you Feng Langjun."
Song Qinghe also felt strange in his heart, because he asked: "Does Madam Yang like Tao Ren? I have been to your house, but I have never seen him before."
Shi Yan shook his head slightly, smiled and said: "This pottery man was originally bought for a fellow nobleman, so naturally I don't have one in my house. He is only eleven or twelve years old now, with a simple mind, and he likes this kind of thing the most. Gizmos."
After hearing this, Song Qinghe became curious and asked: "Who is Tong Gui? He actually collided with Feng Gui."
Before Shi Yanwei could answer, Feng Gui spoke first: "There are quite a few people like us with the word "noble" in their names, such as wealth, fortune, gold, and silver. They are not worthy of being treated as little. The lady is curious."
What he said made Song Qinghe couldn't help laughing, and his eyes curled up with smiles.
People like them, what kind of people are they? A slave from a humble background, or the property of the master? The education and ideological influence Shi Yanwei received made it completely impossible for her to recognize that people in the feudal era were divided into high and low, good and noble, and that they could not enjoy the "conveniences" brought by this hierarchical system with peace of mind. and "privilege."
Shi Yan smiled slightly, closed his eyes and said warmly: "He is the young man who works in the dining room with me. He is tall and thin, and his dark eyes are like two crystal grapes. Although he is thoughtful He is simple, but he is a patient and meticulous young man, and he is willing to endure hardships. He has learned most of Liu's craftsmanship at a young age. He is very lovable. Xi'er Shan'er and I take care of him as if he were a younger brother. "
When Song Heng heard this, he couldn't help but think of the inexplicable anger and compassion in her eyes after seeing the pair of Hepu Nanzhu on Er Niang's birthday, and she became more and more puzzled.
After hearing this, Feng Gui chuckled and echoed loudly: "Ms. Yang is kind and modest. She makes friends with people regardless of their origin. She behaves like a lady."
While they were talking, Song Qinghe entered a powder shop with Shi Yanwei on his arm, and Song Heng waited outside. After just a cup of tea, the two of them came out. Song Qinghe handed the things to Feng Gui, and saw someone selling seasonal flowers in front of him. So I went there to buy flowers.
Song Qinghe selected two double peonies and asked Song Heng behind him with a smile: "Second brother, do you think these two peonies are good-looking?"
Song Heng hummed indifferently, and Song Qinghe asked Huaping to tie the pink peony into her bun for her, and then gave another vermilion peony to Yinzhu, "This one matches Madam Yang's elixir." The shawl is just right, go and put the hairpin on for her."
Yinzhu took it with both hands and went to Shi Yanwei's side. The two whispered softly. Shi Yanwei stuffed a box of jasmine powder into Yinzhu's sleeves, then slightly bent his knees and lowered his head to let her do the hairpin for him.
Song Qinghe walked slowly up to the person, gently caressed Yan Wei's sleeves, and said with a smile: "I said these flowers match her. Just take a look and see if they look like the ones in the painting in grandma's house." people."
Huaping thought for a moment and asked with a smile: "Is the young lady talking about the "Picture of Ladies" hanging on the east wall?"
Feng Gui only dared to glance at Shi Yanwei in a hurry, then he lowered his eyes slightly and squinted at Song Heng secretly, and saw that although his eyes were dim and unclear, his long and narrow eyes had never moved away from Madam Yang's body.
The market was crowded with people and noisy. Shi Yanwei was chatting and joking with Song Qinghe, Huaping Yinzhu and others. Naturally, he had no intention of paying attention to Song Heng and Feng Gui, let alone the expressionless guards.
Shi Yan looked at the golden crown on Song Qinghe's hair that was very similar to the famous paintings of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. He chuckled and teased her: "In my opinion, the second mother really looks like the one in Gu Kaizhi's "The Picture of Women's History" He is a beautiful figure; if there is any difference, I’m afraid it’s the concubine-colored peony in his hair.”
Song Qinghe was very happy when she said that. He ran to Song Heng with brisk steps and said in a loud voice: "Second brother, Mrs. Yang praised me for looking like the person in the ancient painting. The flower crown and the concubine-colored peony hairpin on my head are amazing." nice?"
The evening breeze blew the hem of Shi Yanwei's skirt like a blooming tangerine flower. The pouring sunlight cast a layer of golden light on her white porcelain jade face, and the peonies in her hair made her look dazed. Ruogu shoots the divine man.
Song Heng unhurriedly withdrew his gaze and lowered his gaze to the golden crown in Song Qinghe's hair. However, Shi Yanwei's frown and smile when facing Yin Zhu and Song Qinghe still appeared in his mind, and he slowly opened his lips. Say the word "good-looking".
"You guys also go buy some flowers and put them on hairpins. Madam Yang and I will go to the front to blow the sugar figures." Song Qinghe said with a smile, and left Song Heng on the other side. He took out two coins and gave them to the painting screen beside him, and pulled the Shi Yan walked forward slightly.
At that time, the sun was setting in the west, the sky was glowing like fire, and the spring breeze was warm. Song Heng slowed down and followed him slowly, showing great patience for such a trivial matter for once.
"Master!" A quick voice came into his ears. Song Heng turned around and saw that it was the boy he had just sent out to deliver a message to Mrs. Xue.
Song Heng disappeared into the deserted alley, and saw the young man panting heavily: "Master, I am walking outside the house. I happened to see the general of the army coming to the house in a hurry to look for the master. General Wei said: If there is something urgent to report, I will ask him to wait at the gate of the house and come back to find the master."
Wei Sanlang came to the house in person to look for him, thinking that there was something very urgent. Song Heng frowned slightly and ordered the young man in a deep voice: "Tell them to protect Er Niang and Madam Yang."
After saying that, he pulled away and walked away, as if the wind was coming out from under his feet.
He walked quickly all the way to Zuixiao Tower, got on his horse and went straight to Song Mansion.
After Song Qinghe finished blowing the candy, he played with it in his hands and turned around to look for Song Heng. There was no trace of him anywhere.
"Where is the second brother?" Song Qinghe couldn't find anyone and asked Feng Gui.
Feng Gui crossed his hands and saluted, and said respectfully: "My dear lady, the master of the house has returned home first."
Since Song Heng took over as the governor of Hedong, he has always been busy with official duties and military affairs. Song Qinghe has encountered this situation several times before leaving without saying hello. He has long been used to it, and although he didn't react much at the moment , but also lost some interest. After shopping for a while with Shi Yan, he went to Zuixiao Tower and took the bus back home.
The twilight is thick outside the carriage, and the moon rises from the west tower.
Taiyuan Prefecture has been guarded by Song Heng and his son. There has been no war for more than ten years. The people in the city live and work in peace and contentment. Now thousands of households light up candles, creating a bright and prosperous scene, and the night market is even more lively.
After the carriage stopped, Song Qinghe got out of the carriage. The light from the lanterns under the eaves lengthened her shadow. When he saw her lifting her skirt and going up the steps, she asked the guard guarding the door on the left: "Has my second brother returned home?" "
The guard crossed his hands and saluted, and replied calmly: "The master of the house left with General Wei after he returned from riding his horse, and did not enter the house."
General Wei came to look for him. Could it be that something happened in the army and the second brother was going to fight outside again? Song Qinghe pursed his lips and thought: Is the second brother going out again less than a month after returning from Jinzhou? If this is the case, I don’t know when I will be able to return home.
Shi Yanwei walked quietly beside her. Judging from her worried look, he could probably guess what she was thinking at this time.
The Central Plains was in decline and the world had been in turmoil for a long time. After Song Heng took over as the governor of the three towns of Hedong, Pinglu and Lulong, he successively captured the five towns of Yiwu, Zhenwu, Zhaoyi, Xiasui and Hezhong in just two years. , the ambition to conquer the Central Plains is clearly revealed.
I'm afraid the battles he will fight in the future will only be more, not less.
The two of them walked into the garden, and Shi Yanwei said goodbye to her. Before leaving, he comforted her warmly and said, "Everyone at that time said that the envoys of the Song Dynasty were resourceful and brave and good at fighting. Even if there was something really important, the master of the house would do it too." There is a way to solve it. There is no need for you to worry."
Song Qinghe didn't listen to her words, he hummed absentmindedly and went straight to Cuizhu Residence.
Ruisheng pushed open the partition and invited people into the room. Mrs. Xue was sitting under the window, flicking Buddhist beads and closing her eyes to relax. Shuyu was sitting on the eight-legged lotus table and pinching her legs.
"Wish you all the best, grandma." Song Qinghe was not sure whether Mrs. Xue knew about this, and feared that she would be worried if she found out, so he did not dare to say anything at the moment.
Mrs. Xue slowly opened her eyes, held her hand and asked her to sit down next to her, and said quietly: "Why are you here at this time? Where did you go to play with Madam Yang? Have you had dinner?"
Hearing that grandma didn't mention his second brother, Song Qinghe forced a smile and said, "My son and Madam Yang went to Fangshi and bought a lot of interesting things. It's okay that grandma didn't mention it, but now I remembered that I haven't eaten dinner yet. , I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Now that I have the key, it’s hard to ask someone to send some food over.”
After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to stroke Song Qinghe's black hair and asked Ruisheng to go to the dining room to pass the meal.
