Song Heng stood before Mrs.
Mrs. Xue raised her eyelids and looked at him carefully. She saw that his face was solemn and he had not spoken to her for a long time. She thought he was extremely disappointed and spoke again: "If Erlang couldn't let go of her, I sent someone to check where she stayed. This time Before Huizi left Taiyuan City, he was..."
He, Song Heng, has always looked down on others, so why do others look down on him? How can I not feel resentful now that I am looked down upon by a helpless girl?
Then he interrupted Mrs. Xue: "Grandma, I don't want to know where she is at this time."
Song Heng stepped up his long legs, lifted up his robe, sat down opposite Mrs.
He didn't say he was partial to her, but the look on his face and the coldness in his eyes could not deceive anyone. Mrs. Make people angry.
As for young people, let him decide what to do on his own. With Erlang's methods, if he really wants a girl, it won't be difficult.
Mrs. Xue lowered her head and took a sip of tea, then changed the subject and said, "My predecessor, Wei Bo, sent a letter of greeting from the residence of the Governor of Jiedushi. He said that he wanted to go to Taiyuan in person to pay his respects to Erlang. Now that Erlang is here, he should also give a reply."
Song Heng closed his eyes, nodded slightly, and responded calmly.
Shuyu soaked Junshan Silver Needles newly and brought them to him. Song Heng raised his hand to take it and ate it slowly, only to hear Mrs. It is even more charming and beautiful, and it is the most beautiful in the north. I think Luo Jieshuai came to Taiyuan this time with the good intention of marrying the two surnames forever. Erlang might as well think about it carefully, and if he feels that it is a match, he will decide on this door. Isn’t marriage a beautiful thing?”
Song Heng was not interested, and it was hard to disappoint Mrs.
The grandfather and grandson chatted for a while. When Song Heng saw that it was getting dark outside, he stood up and said goodbye. He left Cuizhu Residence and went straight to Retreat Han Residence.
When he came to the study room, Song Heng casually took a wolf purple hair pen from the chicken wing wooden pen hanging and played with it. His face was dark and unclear. Feng Gui saw this and asked him softly if he wanted to grind it. Song Heng shook his head.
Feng Gui silently exited, took the mother-of-pearl box from the side room, knocked on the door softly, and Song Heng whispered the word "Enter" in a low voice.
After entering the door, Song Heng was sitting on the Taishi's chair by the window, looking straight at the night outside the window, with a worried look on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Feng Gui carefully placed the mother-of-pearl box on the low pear wood table in front of him and said hesitantly: "Master, this is the item that Madam Yang left in the house when she left the house. Because it was given by the master of the house, the sweeping wife The wife sent it to her to retreat to. The rest of the belongings have been handed over to the Dowager Madam."
Song Heng turned around and lowered his eyes to look at the square snail mother-in-law box. Shi Yanwei's voice and appearance that day appeared in his mind uncontrollably. He frowned slightly and opened the box with ease, but it was There is no shortage of jewelry either.
Except for the gold rocking leaf earrings, Shi Yanwei had never worn any other jewelry.
Song Heng's starry eyes were fixed on the pair of pure gold earrings, as if her figure was still in front of her. Under the clear blue sky, she slowly walked to Mrs. Xue's side, bowed to greet Wei Sanlang, The gold leaf earrings on her ears swayed slightly, shining brightly.
Thinking further, the fragrance of his daughter and the soft touch on her arms when he was holding her on the shooting range became clearer, which made him unable to calm down for a long time.
The stronger this feeling became, the angrier he became.
What a shame that she, a young girl, could look down on him. She refused mercilessly the things that many girls wished for. In order to completely avoid him, she even left the Song Mansion.
Was there really nothing about him that could impress her, so that she was so disgusted and unwilling to get close to him?
For the first time in several years, Song Heng experienced the feeling of being rejected. Song Heng felt ridiculous because he still wanted to promote her. Baba brought a piece of fine small-leaf rosewood from Youzhou and wanted to find an old craftsman to make a pipa. I gave it to her to please her, but now it seems that she is indifferent and ignorant.
Song Heng closed his eyes, rubbed his throbbing forehead, and ordered in a deep voice: "Put the things back into the warehouse and put them away."
Feng Gui said respectfully, stepped forward and closed the mother-of-pearl box, thought about it for a while, and asked him softly before leaving: "Is the master tired? Do you want someone to prepare water for washing and undressing?"
Song Heng hummed softly and walked out of the study with him. Feng Gui went to the warehouse. Song Heng returned to the upper room and asked Ju Bai to light a candle and sit on the terrace to read.
Not long after, Feng Gui came in with a gilt copper basin. Song Heng put down the military book that he had read no less than ten times, washed and changed clothes, and went to bed to rest his head.
Feng Gui blew out the candles, held a small lamp and closed the door before going out.
After falling asleep, Song Heng had a bizarre dream.
In the dream, he dressed up as a knight, with a long sword hanging from his waist, a dark robe, and a bamboo hat on his head. In the evening, he walked to an ancient house that had been abandoned for many years. He picked up dead branches and made a fire to keep warm. Suddenly a cold wind blew by, and the I don’t know when a girl in a moonlit skirt stood under the pear tree.
The wind blew the girl's clothes fluttering, and the princess-colored peonies in her hair were crumbling. Song Heng couldn't see her face clearly, but he felt that she was not a mortal here, but rather like the phantom of the pear tree with alternate flowers and leaves. of ghosts.
"Mr. Sir." The girl called him softly, moving her lotus steps lightly, and floated from under the pear tree.
Song Heng subconsciously clenched the sword at his waist and stood up from the stone steps. The girl in front of him could barely reach his shoulders. The girl's face gradually became clearer. Before he could see clearly, the girl touched him. In the hand holding the sword, a familiar fragrance came into the nose, soft and shallow, and misty.
"Mr. Lang wants to hurt me with this sword? Or..."
The girl's soft, boneless jade hand touched the back of her hand. Song Heng's throat suddenly tightened, his Adam's apple rolled, dryness gathered in one place, bulging and hot, and he suddenly woke up from his dream.
Song Heng pinched the bridge of his nose to drive away the last trace of sleepiness, stood up, put on his outer robe and went straight to the clean room.
Two-quarters of an hour later, Song Heng cleaned his hands and came out of the clean room, with beads of sweat still hanging on his forehead. Shang Lu heard the noise and went to the backyard to call Feng Gui over.
Feng Gui asked someone to prepare water and presented clean clothes to Song Heng. Seeing that his face was gloomy, he became more and more afraid to say anything. After serving him to wash up, he ordered Ju Bai to go to the dining room to pass the meal.
Song Heng was having breakfast. The steward came to ask Song Heng for instructions. Feng Guiyin asked what was going on. The steward said that the master of the house brought back a piece of fine red sandalwood yesterday and now it is stored in the public warehouse. It depends on how to deal with it.
Feng Gui asked him to wait in the corridor, walked in the door, and asked Song Heng in a low voice. Song Heng was worried about his failure to control himself in the morning, and said in a low voice: "Let's put it aside for now. If there is any hospital in the future, If you need it, just take it."
For several days, Song Heng was in a lack of interest. Seeing that he was unhappy, Feng Gui had the courage to mention to him where Madam Yang was currently working and settling down.
Unexpectedly, Song Heng's expression became more and more gloomy after hearing this. He didn't reveal even a single word. He gave Feng Gui a cold look with a straight face. Feng Gui's heart tightened and he quickly lowered his head. He didn't dare to mention the word "Ms. Yang" in front of him again. .
After the Dragon Boat Festival, the weather became hotter and hotter.
In the afternoon of this day, Song Heng came out of the official office. The deputy general next to Wei Xun called several colleagues, all waiting outside the government office, and invited Song Heng to a wine shop to have wine and listen to music.
The wine shop was built near the Fen River and had a very elegant name, Qingfengpu. When the windows were opened in the evening, the breeze from the Fen River blew through the windows, making it very cool and pleasant.
Qingfengpu. Song Heng chewed on these three words repeatedly, remained silent, and finally nodded in agreement.
The group of people got on the carriage, and the driver drove the horses straight to Qingfengpu.
The interior of the wine shop is elegant and quiet, with small tables and low stools made of mahogany placed in an orderly manner. Various summer flowers are inserted in white porcelain flower bags. On the walls are landscape paintings from the Wei and Jin Dynasties and pictures of ladies from this dynasty, with five lotus patterns. The copper incense burner is filled with the scent of lychees from the old year, which is fresh and tranquil.
A few people chose to sit down by the railing upstairs. The waiter brought a menu folder. It was very new. It must have been newly made not long ago. Song Heng opened it and looked at it. He saw a few impressive snacks in it. And Yinzi.
Song Heng ordered two kilograms of roasted mutton, vinegar and celery, and gourd chicken, and ordered a plate of minced tea jade dew dumplings and a pot of Fenjiu.
Waiter Feng Gui stood by the side. Hearing him say the word "mocha", he couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle. He became more and more determined as to why he agreed to come out and have a drink with others today.
Song Heng used a piece of jade dew cake, which made Wei Xun look at him sideways in surprise, as if it was the first time he saw him using dessert.
After that day, Song Heng would go to Qingfengpu to sit for a while every now and then. Until the fourth time, he finally couldn't hold it in anymore and made an excuse to go to the locker room, but by accident he found the kitchen.
The afternoon sun shone on Shi Yan's fair face and neck. She lowered her head slightly and kneaded a piece of dough with her heart. There was some powder on her originally fair face, which made her look more delicate.
Not having seen her for a long time, Song Heng could not help but look a little lost. At this moment, he suddenly heard an extremely soft and gentle female voice coming from behind: "Mr. Sir, are you looking for the dressing room? This is the dining room. Where do you want to go?" Walk everywhere.”
As he spoke, he raised his finger and pointed in the direction of Song Heng.
Song Heng withdrew his gaze, said thank you to the pretty girl with cloudy temples, and turned around to leave.
Liu Sanniang felt that he was really tall and tall. It was difficult to find many people as strong and tall as him among the Khitan people in the north. Moreover, he exuded an air of nobility and calmness that was hard to ignore. With his majestic aura, when I think of contemporary descriptions of Song Heng, the military governor of the Three Towns, I can't help but connect the two.
When she entered the dining room, Liu Sanniang temporarily put away her chaotic thoughts and gently wiped away the powder on Shi Yan's face. She said that she had an appointment with important people tonight, but there were many guests tonight. She was so excited that she refused to let her go no matter what, so she had to ask Shi Yanwei to change her clothes and go to the stage to play two pieces of music for her to appease the guests.
Shi Yanwei pointed at Ringo on the table, frowned and said in embarrassment: "There are still two dishes of Ringo that have not been finished yet."
Liu Sanniang took her hand and said with a smile: "This is what I had before you came here. Zhong and the others can do it. If there is something they can't do, just ask the waiter to say that there are many customers today and it is sold out." . I felt uncomfortable last time, and the guests liked the song "Mosang" you played."
At this point, Shi Yanwei couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it. After all, this was not the first time.
Liu Sanniang thanked her again and again, and went out with a smile on her face. Shi Yanwei went to the room to cleanse herself, put on a lotus-colored chest-length skirt with a pattern, and inserted a small mountain-shaped silver comb in the middle of her bun, diagonally to the left and right. With a hairpin made of flowers and trees, she lightly swiped her eyebrows and touched her red lips, and walked out the door holding Erniang's chicken-winged wooden pipa.
Upstairs over there, Song Heng put down the wine cup in his hand with a sullen face, ignoring the sudden noise from the first floor. He stood up and was about to leave, when he heard Feng Guizhan standing at the railing say: "Master, there's something new downstairs." The girl who came up holding the pipa seems to be Madam Yang!"
