The golden leaf earrings on Shi Yanwei's ears swayed slightly as she saluted, shining brightly in the sunlight. Song Heng was glanced at, and immediately averted his eyes.
In the warm spring breeze, Mrs. Xue chuckled and said to Wei Xun: "Wei Sanlang is just like us, just call her Mrs. Yang."
Wei Xun nodded in agreement, then crossed his hands and bowed in return, then politely lowered his eyes and glanced at Shi Yanwei beside Mrs. The ladies of the house have nothing else to think about.
Seeing that the two of them had met each other, Mrs. .Wei Sanlang, Erlang and Sanlang are brothers and sisters, let’s sit on the stage together.”
Wei Xun over there nodded in agreement and walked with the Song family to the high platform.
Shi Yanwei walked very slowly, inevitably falling behind others. Mrs. Xue was helped by Shu Yu and Song Qinghe to sit down. Since she could not see Shi Yanwei, she turned her head to look for her and saw her holding up her skirt and walking slowly on the steps. He came slowly, lowered his eyebrows and chuckled.
When someone came to him, he gave Shuyu a look at him. Shuyu understood, went over and took Shi Yanwei's right hand, and led him to the position opposite Wei Xun.
Song Heng looked at the actions of Mrs. Xue and Shu Yu. Although he knew that Wei Xun had missed his deceased wife for many years and had no intention of continuing their relationship, Mrs. Xue's intention to bring the two together still made him feel strange. Emotions come.
Song Qinghe probably realized Mrs. of.
Du Song Qingyin was different from everyone present. She only paid attention to Song Heng who was sitting on the high seat.
Not long after, all the guests arrived, and the late guests came up to the high platform to see Song Heng and Mrs. Xue. After greeting them with a smile, Mrs. Come up.
Song Qinghe raised his eyes to look at the lottery, and felt happy, so he asked Shi Yanwei beside him, "Can Madam Yang know how to play polo?"
Shi Yan shook his head slightly and regretted, "I never learned it."
"That's a pity." Song Qing and Dai Mei frowned, then relaxed for a moment, half-smiling, "But it doesn't matter, I'll teach you to ride a horse later, practice the riding skills well, and then you can learn it again." It’s not difficult anymore.”
After finishing speaking, he stood up and pulled Song Qingyin and others to form a team.
Lin Erniang, who was sitting at the table next to her, teased her: "If your second brother also comes on stage, we don't have to enter. Song Erniang will just take the prize."
What he said is true. When it comes to playing polo, looking at the whole of Taiyuan, no one can beat Song Heng.
When Song Heng heard this, he rarely showed a smile in front of others, and said calmly: "I won't be playing, you just have fun."
Shi Yanwei had only seen polo playing scenes in movies and TV series before, but now that he could see it with his own eyes, he couldn't help but feel a bit of anticipation in his heart.
About half a quarter of an hour later, the two sides organized their teams and walked off the platform towards the stadium.
The judge shouted loudly, and an attendant holding a gong hammer struck the gong, and the two teams chased the ball away.
Mrs. Xue called Shi Yanwei to sit next to her. She looked at Song Qingyin and Song Qinghe on the court with crooked eyes, and said with a smile: "Look, how well these two sisters play."
Shi Yanwei looked at it with great interest and nodded in agreement. After a cup of tea, Wei Xun took the first shot.
Mrs. Xue praised Wei Xun again and asked Shi Yanwei what he thought of Wei Sanlang in a casual manner.
These questions made Shi Yanwei feel more and more on pins and needles. She was almost certain of Mrs. Xue's true intention of asking her to come here with her. After a few perfunctory words with a forced smile, she lowered her head and drank the tea in the bowl to calm her mind.
"Although Wei Sanlang has a five-year-old daughter at his knees, he is a long-term lover. After the death of his wife four years ago, he has never renewed his relationship, and he doesn't even have a concubine around him who knows both coldness and warmth."
After Shi Yanwei listened, he remained silent without making any comments. He just hummed softly and said no other words, which made Mrs. Xue a little confused about what to say.
Song Heng sat quietly under Mrs. , invited Song Yu to the riding and shooting range behind the polo field to ride horses and shoot arrows.
After Shi Yanwei decided that this was a "blind date party" set by Mrs. I came to my senses and listened to Song Qinghe's experience of the polo match.
Song Qing talked like a talker for a long time. Finally, he took Shi Yanwei's hand and said with a smile: "I just said I would teach you to ride a horse. Let's go to the riding range behind."
Shi Yanwei had no intention of learning to ride a horse, but now that he saw Wei Xun sitting down in his original position, the feeling of rejection of "blind date" came to his heart again, and he stood up hurriedly to ride with Song Qinghe. Go to the field.
Song Qingyin looked at the two people's leaving figures, covered her mouth and chuckled.
Meng Lichuan saw his wife beside him smiling happily, so he came over and asked her why she was laughing. Song Qingyin whispered a few words into his ear, which made Meng Lichuan chuckle as well, and thought to himself: Such a beautiful girl, she doesn't want to talk to her about anything. His grandson, he couldn't help but think about introducing him to others.
Mounted shooting range.
The carved bow in Song Heng's hand was curved like a full moon. The moment the arrow was released from his hand, it streaked across the sky like a meteor, leaving a powerful arc that hit the bull's eye.
"Second brother, third brother. Eleventh mother and I have finished playing polo, and I'm looking for you right now." Song Qinghe greeted everyone with a smile.
Song Yu put down the bow and arrow in his hand and handed it to the boy beside him. He turned around and looked over. Before he could speak, Song Heng knew that he wanted to go back to see his ancestor Jiang Lan and said calmly: "Since my sister-in-law is looking for you, my third brother should go back."
"Second brother, second sister, Madam Yang, please go first. You guys can play slowly." After Song Yu finished speaking, he left the place with the young man.
Song Heng looked at Shi Yanwei calmly, stopped his thoughts for the time being, handed the carved bow to Feng Gui calmly, and then jumped on his horse.
Feng Gui came to the two of them with a bow and arrow in his arms, and asked with a smile: "Are the young lady and Madam Yang here to ride horses?"
"Ms. Yang doesn't know how to ride a horse, I'm here to teach her." Song Qinghe said, leading Yibi to the stables.
Shi Yanwei didn't know how to choose a horse, so he followed Song Qinghe the whole way. After a long time, Song Qinghe took the reins of a horse and made a decision. He said with a smile: "This horse looks very agile and capable, let's choose it." .”
While talking, he was asked to lead the horse out of the stable and teach Shi Yanwei how to mount the horse.
Shi Yanwei had slender legs and nimble hands and feet, so she learned it in a short time. Song Qinghe also got on the horse and taught her step by step how to hold the reins and how to raise the whip to urge the horse.
The breeze of early summer blew against her face, and Shi Yanwei's ears were filled with the sound of wind. Things around her were moving backwards quickly. This feeling made her feel novel and nervous, and her body was slightly stiff.
"Second brother!" Song Qinghe sped up to catch up with Song Heng in front, calling him at a high volume.
Song Heng was riding his horse slowly. Hearing Song Qinghe's voice, he immediately gathered the reins and looked back at the two of them.
Song Qinghe also tightened the reins and the horse slowly stopped.
"Have you learned how to hold the reins?" Song Qinghe asked the person in front of him.
Shi Yanwei's heart was beating fast. He had not yet recovered from the complicated and confusing emotions. Song Qinghe's words of inquiry were not fully heard, and he only nodded in confusion.
Song Qinghe received a positive answer and looked at Song Heng again, with a smile on his face and full of confidence: "Second brother, my riding skills have improved a lot since last year. How about you compete with me?"
Song Heng didn't respond in a hurry, lowered his eyes to look at Shi Yanwei, and asked in a deep voice: "Can Madam Yang still tolerate it?"
Seeing Song Qinghe's high interest, Shi Yanwei didn't want to dampen her mood, so he nodded anyway.
Song Qinghe scolded him and said, "Second brother, you are looking down on others. Madam Yang has learned so well, how can she be so overwhelmed?"
His words were meant to praise her, but instead made Shi Yanwei, who was quite tired, feel embarrassed.
"Ms. Yang, hold on to the reins and sit tight." Song Qinghe reminded Shi Yanwei with a smile, and counted down loudly. When the count reached one, he and Song Heng raised their whips and galloped out.
The speed was much faster than before. The strong bumps and the strong wind rushing into his clothes made Shi Yanwei feel no novelty or excitement at all, only nervousness and uneasiness, and his heart almost reached his throat. .
Song Heng remembered that Shi Yanwei was riding the same horse as her. Although he deliberately slowed down to let her go, he was still a long way ahead of Song Qinghe.
Arriving at the end of the riding range, there was a large dense forest ahead. Song Heng gathered the reins and turned the horse's head to look at Song Qinghe who was falling behind him.
At that time, Shi Yanwei's face was already somewhat pale, and he was panting heavily. Song Heng lowered his head to look at her, frowned slightly, and lightly opened his thin lips and said: "Get off the horse and go to the woods to rest for a while."
Song Qinghe was sitting behind Shi Yanwei, so naturally he couldn't see her expression at this time. He got off his horse and came to Song Heng. He didn't show any signs of discouragement on his face and joked: "If I can beat my second brother, I'm afraid our Taiyuan Mansion will also be the same." It’s time to leave the Niangziguan, and it’s up to me to guard it.”
"Er Niang's riding skills have indeed improved a lot." Song Heng praised Song Qinghe casually, but his deep eyes fell on Shi Yan's slim and graceful figure.
Seeing her slowly getting off the stirrup and dismounting, before she could stand still, she raised her hand to hold her chest. Her center of gravity was almost unsteady and she seemed about to fall. She didn't care about anything else at the moment. She stepped forward and stretched out her arms in time to support her.
Shi Yanwei leaned straight into his arms. The quiet fragrance of daughter and the faint scent of soap came into his nostrils. Song Heng's breathing was stagnant, and there was a soft touch on his arms.
Shi Yanwei woke up immediately and felt a little embarrassed. He also felt that his strong and strong arms were a bit irritating. He only lowered his eyes and reminded him softly: "Master Lao, please help me. I'm fine. Please let go."
Song Qinghe realized later and hurriedly came over to support Shi Yanwei. He raised his eyes to look at Song Heng and said angrily: "It was my negligence. I forgot that Madam Yang was still on the horse."
The breeze blowing from the forest slowly passed by. Song Heng steadied his breath, suppressed the dryness in his chest, and immediately retracted his hands and placed them on his back. His back was as straight as a pine tree and a crane.
There was a pavilion in the forest for people to rest and enjoy the cool air. The Song Mansion had sent news in advance that a boy had come to clean the place yesterday. Song Qinghe helped Shi Yanwei to sit in the pavilion for a while to recover his strength.
The soft touch seemed to be still on the arm, and the wrist held in the palm was also extremely slender. Song Heng breathed slightly, coughed lightly and did not dare to look at her. Before leaving, he warned Song Qinghe: "Go back later and ride slowly." Yes, Madam Yang has never ridden a horse, so she may have been a little frightened."
Song Qinghe and Shi Yanwei returned to the polo field and went up to the high platform. Mrs. Xue looked at Song Qinghe's face that was reddened by the sun, waved her hand to sit down next to her, and laughed with others.
After noon, everyone had lunch, sat for a while to eat, said goodbye to Mrs. Xue, watched Mrs. Xue get on the carriage, and dispersed.
When they arrived at the house, Mrs. Xue left Song Heng to talk. Song Qinghe went to Daixiu to take a nap because he was tired.
Shuyu lowered the curtain to block the sun and took a fan to fan Mrs. Xue. Mrs. Xue had watched her grow up and knew that she was tight-lipped, so she did not shy away from her, so she asked Song Heng and said: "According to Erlang, what does Wei Sanlang think of Mrs. Yang?" Are you interested?"
