In April and May every year, a deep alley from the three main streets of Wei Palace is paved with white acacia flowers, stretching for several miles, juxtaposed with the red leaf forest in the suburbs of Beijing, it is a famous beautiful scenery in Wei Jing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is said to be an alley, but it is actually not narrow.

The bluestone slabs are paved extremely evenly, and the alley is long and wide, allowing two medium-sized carriages to pass side by side. It's just that because there are deep and quiet courtyards on both sides, there are not many people at the entrance of the alley compared to the bustling crowd of people playing in the red leaf forest. The old man who occasionally passed by in the early morning picking tofu and the vendor carrying the gourd and reed strings walked through the vermilion gate, and they couldn't help but hold their breath and walk quietly, for fear of disturbing the nobles in the house.

This alley is the famous Huaihua Lane in Weijing, many officials with high qualifications in the court and the central government are here to prepare a residence, every morning when the light is faint, the officials wearing the dark red court clothes are respectfully greeted by the wives and concubines of the family to the door, holding a face of no smile, sitting in the carriage prepared in the early morning at the door of the house, all the way through the plain fragrant snow-white acacia flowers, driving through the Vermilion Bird Street, straight into the palace gate, discussing the people's livelihood affairs.

In September of the fifteenth year of Tianjin, after the Mid-Autumn Festival, Huaihua Lane was bleak and quiet, and there was no white flower.

Today, the Prime Minister's Mansion sent away Si Kou Xiangming early, and even the carriage of the Imperial Doctor in the deepest part of the alley drove out a long way, but the people in the Prime Minister's Mansion were still full of caution, for fear of making a little noise and provoking the thunderous anger of the Prime Minister's wife in the backyard.

There was a slight tremor, and a carriage slowly turned into Huaihua Lane, and the dark blue cloth tent was stained with wind and dust, and it was obvious that the owner of the carriage had arrived from a distant place.

The coachman on the carriage was hunched over, and seemed to be a little dizzy, and slowly drove the carriage straight to the gate of the prime minister's mansion, until the guard guarding the door shouted, and the old coachman was excited, and quickly reined in his horse, so that he could stop in front of the steps.

The car stopped, and the horse stood quietly, but the person in the car did not show his face, and the dark blue carriage stopped quietly in front of the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

This is really weird, if you go wrong, turn around quickly, if you don't make a mistake, why don't you get out of the car?

"What people! Dare to go wild in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion! ”

The chief guard saw that the carriage was simply decorated, and it did not seem to be a noble thing. He made a judgment in his heart, so he stepped forward with a serious face, looked at the old man who didn't know whether he was sleeping or waking up, and when he saw that there was no response, his face was annoyed, and he wanted to open the curtain to see who was sitting in the car.

The old coachman whipped over, blocked the hand of the chief of the guard, raised his eyelids tremblingly, and said quietly, it was the nobles of the mansion who came back from Dongqi.

The nobles of the house?

The carriage had a strange atmosphere, and the chief of the guard was first annoyed at how the old man's hand was so strong, and looked at it suspiciously, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he remembered the explanation of Mrs. Xiangfu not long ago.

It's the young master Si Kou who is back!

The chief of the guard, Yile, hurriedly bowed and apologized, waved his hand and asked the attendant behind him to hurry back to the house to inform the old steward Zhao and his wife, while hurriedly saying to the nobles in the car: "The prince is finally back, you don't know, the lady thinks about you very much!" ”

There was still no movement in the car.

The head of the guard had never encountered this situation, he was a little embarrassed, looked back behind him, and suddenly hoped that Old Steward Zhao would come over to save the scene.

In the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Xue Yanhui was leisurely half-lying on the stone bamboo chair, lazily holding out a hand, closing his eyes and recuperating, and two little maids on the side were waiting carefully, one was holding clippers to trim his wife's nails, and the other was fiddling with bottles and cans, ready to paint Xue Yanhui with good phoenix red later.

The morning sun shone on Xue Yanhui's face, her skin was fair, but after all, she was old, and she was not as white and silky as the little girl's house.

Maybe it would be better to put honey on it later?

Xue Yanhui thought silently, raised his hand and touched his face, always feeling a little rough.

It's hard to leave time...... If the adults in other mansions are concerned, they will always dislike the old and decrepit original wives, and this will always be heard complaining at the chatting parties of several court officials.

At that time, Xue Yanhui pursed her lips and smiled proudly, and found that some people complained that her husband did not return all night, and she couldn't help but be glad that her husband was not the master of the flowers, and she had never been allowed to worry about this kind of thing over the years.

Except that when he was in Yangguan City, the little hooves who didn't know what to do seduced him.

But now, Shui Sanniang has disappeared in front of her eyes for many years, and the little wild seed born to Si Kou Xiangming in order to seduce Si Kou Xiangming is also tame like a dog under his control, and when His Majesty the Emperor is in power, let the prime minister arrange for him to go to a poor place to be a petty official, and it is best not to see him again when he dies of old age, sickness and death......

Speaking of which, her baby son is also coming back from Dongqi, and when he comes back, everything in the house is her son Si Kouye.

Life is so beautiful. A faint smile of satisfaction appeared on Xue Yanhui's face.

On the corridor, Old Steward Zhao hurriedly walked and gasped, came to the court, and reported the situation outside the door in a low voice, Xue Yan heard it at first glance, and before he could react, he frowned and snorted lightly.

The little maid's hand that was picking at the crack of her nails trembled, and a shallow white mark was scratched on the smooth surface of the nails.

Xue Yanhui opened his eyes angrily, raised his hand and gave the little maid a big-eared scraper, and the latter quickly knelt on the ground, crying and begging for mercy with a sad face. She got up angrily, picked up the razor and smashed it into the little maid's face, smashing the other party's face with a bloody streak, and she was still angry.

Old Steward Zhao was a little unbearable, looked at the child who didn't dare to cry, took another step forward, and said, "Madam, the eldest young master is back!" ”

Xue Yanhui was full of anger, stunned when he heard this, looked at Lao Zhao, and suspicion began to appear on his face, and then there was a mixture of helplessness and surprise.

"Then, why didn't that kid say anything, why did he come back!"

Xue Yan shouted in surprise, lifted the hem of her skirt lightly, quickly stood up from the bamboo recliner, and took two steps back and forth before her face was full of joy, and she rushed past Lao Zhao and walked straight to the gate.

When the little maid saw it, she didn't dare to stay to comfort her little friend, so she looked at it in embarrassment, and hurriedly followed.

Old Steward Zhao frowned slightly, and was about to follow, but he heard a faint thank you behind him. When he turned around, it was the little maid who was kneeling on the ground and covering her face, with a bruise on her forehead that was red and swollen, wiping her tears, and kowtowing to Lao Zhao twice.

"Hurry up and clean up, go down and get some medicine, it's not good for girls to have scars." Lao Zhao comforted softly and kindly.

The wounded little maid shook her head, refused to leave, and whispered, "Madame will come back later and will not see me, and she will curse." ”

"Madame won't be back today."

Lao Zhao thought about the news from the front door, and persuaded a few more words kindly, and the little maid wiped away her tears and thanked her.

Lao Zhao frowned, looked at the back of the little maid covering her face and leaving, and suddenly felt a little regretful, if the brutal young master came back, then these poor children should have left earlier.

(To be continued.) )