“…… I picked out a few sets of men's clothes and some fabrics. In the dark night, the lights in Yang Guang's study were still on, and Wenqu was quietly carrying out the daily report.

"Hmm" Yang Guang flipped through the paperwork in his hand, and listened to Wenqu without raising his head.

These documents were sent to him by Wang Shao from Bingzhou, and the documents recorded were some large and small affairs of Bingzhou, among which the red cinnabar pen outlined some of the ways that Wang Shao felt were more appropriate.

Wang Shao is Yang Jian's assistant minister for Yang Guangxuan, in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, accumulated a lot of military merits, achieved the official position of the general of the chariot and cavalry, when Yang Guang was named the king of Jin to guard and merge the state, Wang Shao served as a friend of the line, although it is not the position of the three divisions, and can enjoy the same treatment as the three divisions.

Yang Guang has always respected Wang Shao very much, even if he lives again, in Yang Guang's opinion, Wang Shao's status is still a mentor who cannot be replaced.

Therefore, at this time, although these small documents and the way to deal with things on these documents are no longer a problem in Yang Guang's opinion, he has made this move in order not to show his feet when he sees Wang Shao again.

After going back, I went to the North Market to buy some magnolia flowers and osmanthus flowers, saying that they were to be planted in the courtyard outside, and in the afternoon the gardener sent the flowers over, and the girl planted them herself. I heard the girl say that after August 15, you can brew some osmanthus brew and bury it under the osmanthus tree, and dig it out and drink it every few years. Wenqu continued to report.

"Osmanthus brewed ......?" Hearing this, Yang Guang glanced up at Wenqu, and something seemed to have something in his eyes that quickly swept over.

"Yes" Wenqu responded, muttering in his heart, this osmanthus brew is his favorite liquor, look, I heard him say it for so long, and he raised his head on this sentence, it can be seen that this osmanthus brew is the most attractive to his prince.

The girl also said that she would bring some tea trees back from the mountain in a few days, saying that they would be planted under the osmanthus tree, and they would be able to eat osmanthus tea in the future. Wenqu naturally wouldn't say the things in his heart, so he continued with his eyes down.

"Hmm" As if he hadn't looked up just now, Yang Guang's gaze returned to his paperwork, but that gaze seemed to have suddenly passed through many things in front of him and returned to the Mid-Autumn Festival of that year.

That morning, Xiao Sier hurriedly knocked over a basin of his face wash and spilled half of his trousers and a shoe, so she was sent to the laundry room by Mama Lin to brush her clothes for a day. In the evening, the house organized a small Mid-Autumn Festival moon appreciation poetry party, and there were no others, just everyone in the house was lively together.

Originally, this was just his mother Dugu Jialuo in order to test the knowledge of several children in the family, using the full moon in the sky to make a poem, his eldest brother Yang Yong has always been good at martial arts, so this poem is always inferior to him, but that time he used a song 'Silent Night Thoughts' to win everyone's praise.

But later it turned out that he didn't have much hometown to think about, and the feelings of sadness and the delicacy of 'silent night thoughts' really had too much sense of disobedience on him. That's why he said that this poem was not written by him, but that he heard Xiao Sier read it casually a few days ago, and he felt that it was a few times.

Then his mother had Xiao Si'er come to her, who was still doing the laundry, and asked her if this 'silent night thought' was done by her, and Xiao Si'er didn't quite understand what was going on at first, until his eldest brother explained it in her ear before she came to her senses.

However, Yang Guang also saw clearly that under the light and moonlight that day, when Yang Yong explained to Xiao Si'er, what was hidden under his mother Dugu Jialuo's gentle expression was unpredictable, but at that time, Yang Yong and Xiao Si'er were still stupid and annoying and did not find anything wrong.

Later, her mother rewarded Xiao Sier with a pot of osmanthus stuffed flowers and a plate of moon cakes, and asked her to serve her behind him, and also to appreciate the full moon, but who knows, before the moon viewing party was over, Xiao Sier was very drunk, and he had no choice but to let people drag her to the back room.

After everyone had dispersed, he went to find her, originally to scold her, but who knows, she looked at him but blinked her misty eyes, smiled at him stupidly, and only shouted that he was the heavenly Chang'e, and asked him to show her the rabbit baby.

At that time, he really wanted to paste her two big mouths, so that she could quickly sober up and understand who he was, but before he could really fool them, she cried.

Yang Guang felt that in his life, it should be that he had lived for such a lifetime in his previous life, and there was nothing to be afraid of, not to mention that he had been the Ninety-Five Emperor for many years, but Rao was so, he still had one thing to fear, that is, women's tears.

Moreover, for the first time in a long time, he saw Xiao Sier crying like that, and it was really miserable.

But miserable to miserable, but she shouted that she wanted to drink the osmanthus brew, only saying that it was the best wine in the world, and she could remember the happiest thing when she drank it, so she didn't cry. There was no way, Yang Guang asked someone to bring him the osmanthus brew.

It's just later, I don't know what the situation is, his brain is like following her, as if he was caught by the door, drinking the best osmanthus brew in the world one by one, thinking about the happy things in this world, he doesn't know what Xiao Sier thinks, in short, all he thinks about are those unwilling things, especially when he looks at her.

Therefore, the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, the more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became, a few mouthfuls of osmanthus stuffed into his stomach, the seven-year-old child's body was unbearable, and his brain was heavily drunk, and he didn't wake up until the afternoon of the second day, and after he woke up, he heard that Xiao Sier was locked up in the firewood room, because he deliberately instigated the master's drunken crime and deserved death.

But then she didn't die, Yang Guang felt that it was not that he intended to intercede for her, but that he felt that keeping her would be of greater use in the future.

But because he heard her say that time, this osmanthus brew is the best wine in the world, and it can remind people of the happiest things, so he remembered it.

“…… Your Highness, Your Highness. ”

Wenqu shouted Yang Guang twice helplessly, and when he saw that he finally came back to his senses and looked at him, he continued: "The princess is here." ”

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Yang Guang asked with some reproach.

"......" Wenqu was speechless and helpless, obviously he had just said a good war, and it was obviously a good war that his master had not heard when he was distracted, but he couldn't blame the master, so all the grievances could only be swallowed in his own stomach...... The baby's heart is bitter, and the baby can't say it!

"Lord, the princess is here. (To be continued.) )