The fragrance of tea overflowed, making Murong Wei's cheeks red, and her watery eyes looked particularly hazy with the fragrance of osmanthus and blue lotus outside the window. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As Murong Wei drank tea, Yingluo leaned over and closed the window sash, and then gently buckled the curtain that Murong Wei had opened, and added a soothing lily incense to the incense burner, and then served her to lie down peacefully.

The lily incense is made by Luo Pujia, which is not the same as the one that is drummed out in his own incense room. Murong Wei sniffed the faint and tranquil aroma, thinking that she would toss and turn, who would have thought that she would fall asleep in contemplation, and her eyes were full of the white clothes of the person in Miluo Garden.

In August, there are several happy events in the palace.

The Queen Mother's Thousand Autumns are connected with the full moon wine of the Five Princes, followed by the Mid-Autumn Festival in August.

This year, Emperor Chongming gave a banquet in the Paiyun Palace, and officials of high rank would enter the palace to receive the banquet, and the family banquets of the ministers were mostly set on the evening of the 14th. For this reason, the palace deliberately rested a day in advance, and Chen Rujun returned to the house in the afternoon.

Chen Xinhua, who was far away in Yangzhou, sent people to send gifts to his parents, and on the afternoon of the 14th, several horse-drawn carriages with black paint and flat roofs drove into the mouth of Sangyu Hutong.

It was all four green horse-drawn horses, with red ropes tied under their bridles. Blown by the wind, the curtain of the last carriage was raised. It is full of Shaoxing Huadiao wine stacked neatly, with dozens of jars, and the wine is fragrant from afar.

Chen Rujun is good at drinking, but he is not greedy for cups, he only loves this pure Huadiao wine, and drinks half a cup of food before dinner.

Chen Xinhua is well versed in his father's habit, and he had no confidence in previous years, but this year, he took his husband to Shaoxing early, pulled back a car full of flower carvings, and waited for the Mid-Autumn Festival gift.

If in the past, such a big deal would have provoked the sticky and slender fingers to scold Huai, and I don't know how many times I had to do it behind my back. Now it's different, hearing that the eldest brother is going to Shaoxing, she hurried in front of Chen Xinhua and said that she had thought about everything, and asked the eldest brother to bring a few altars for his mother-in-law and sister-in-law.

The carriage of the two concubines in Cui's house went out of the house together, except for her mother's side, Sticky Yixian had to send two more uncles something every year, and the Cui family could only turn a blind eye.

Because they went to the capital together, the carriage that came to Chen Ge's old mansion was on the same road as the carriage that went to Liu Ben's mansion, and a team of carriages went in parallel, and they didn't break up until they reached Guishu Hutong.

As soon as Cuifu's post was handed to the door, the porter naturally knew that it was the aunt and grandmother in Yangzhou who had come, and hurriedly entered the house to deliver the letter.

Murong Ling got up from a nap, and when he heard that someone was coming from Yangzhou, he didn't even bother combing his hair bun, so he only ordered someone to pull his hair for him in a hurry, and said goodbye to a green jade hairpin.

While ordering the mother-in-law and servants beside him to go and take care of it, he instructed Mother Mei: "Go and see which grandmother is next to Xinhua, and lead me directly to talk." ”

While waiting, Murong Ling hurriedly cleaned his face, and then found a piece of his parents' ginger curtain to change into. Tapping a few small tables with his slender fingers, Murong Ling was a little uneasy.

Caring for their children, just as they did when they were young, does not change as they grow up and start families. Murong Ling's empty gaze was left in front of the casually drawn painting in his bedroom, and he sighed softly in his heart.

In the painting, it is the spring field is vast, and the smoke and rain are like weaving. The seeds of a dandelion plant spread out like a goose and flew into the distance with the wind. The small white umbrella is entangled with mist and water vapor, as if it is a parting outpouring that is particularly poignant.

Nearby, the dandelion plant was deliberately magnified, as old as a tree, mottled with tears; In the distance, there is a long river, and you can't see the source and the end.

has two sons and three daughters, and now only the two who are to be married are still by his side. It's probably only temporary, and I don't know where I'm going to fly in the future.

One by one, the children will be like those dandelion umbrellas, and when they mature, they will take root in the distance. Even if he is full of thoughts, he can only write letters.

Originally, Murong Ling was free and easy in nature, and he was not such a sad person. However, now it is an eventful time, and the three brothers and sisters are in the circle of influence of the Jiangyin Gang at the same time, how can they not teach her a heart that is like rolling in boiling water, and she can't tell the torment every day.

The husband worked hard day and night, and a few more forehead lines were added to his forehead, all of which fell in Murong Ling's eyes.

Don't you know how much hard work her husband has paid for his brother's hard-won country, where is Murong Ling willing to cause trouble for him again? It's just that even if she doesn't say it, how can she not know that the situation in Jiangyin is not optimistic?

The flowers are gradually charming to the eye. Looking at the thick family letters in the letterbox, they are all written by her daughter. A piece of paper was full of flowers, but Murong Ling couldn't believe that happy and peaceful thing.

Afraid of dragging her husband back, no matter how much she worried, Murong Ling also gritted her teeth and swallowed it into her stomach, and only occasionally went to Queen Chu or Murong Wei to inquire about some news.

In recent months, she has been exhausted, and secretly she doesn't know how much to worry about.

According to Chen Xinhua's account, she and her two brothers are now close to each other and can take care of each other better.

With the support of his brother who is an official, and Murong Wei's virtual beating when he came to Yangzhou before, Chen Xinhua is now living a smooth life in Cui's mansion.

Outside is the guest of the wife of the county guard of Yangzhou, and every time there is a banquet of the family members of the government, the wife of the county guard will invite her to attend together. At home, Mrs. Tai and Mrs. both looked at each other, and even the sticky Yixian who was above the top in the past was willing to give in three points, and now she is harmonious, and she is respected by her eldest sister-in-law inside and out.

Because the two brothers were taboo in their official positions, they rarely corresponded privately with their fathers except for the family letters reporting safety. Chen Xinhua is not subject to these constraints, and she has a letter from home every three or five times.

With Xia Yuzhi's care, and the green light of the Yangzhou County Guard, the ordinary family letters are all five hundred miles of urgent government passages, but they can be handed over to Chen Rujun's hands in a few days.

From Chen Xinhua's family letters, it can be seen that she is very leisurely.

In addition to the trivial matters in Cui's mansion, it is the flower viewing party of Mrs. County Shou, the birthday of Mrs. Kang Jiatai, the full moon banquet of the young master of the Hu family, etc., all of which are drunk and gold fans of the official eunuchs.

The letters full of paper are all short of parents in the inner house, and they can't be put on the table.

Chen Xinhua holds the middle feed, and from time to time asks his mother for some imperial skills. mentioned that she is now at home in Cui's house, and several times she also talked about her friendship with Mu Yixian, and begged her father to take care of her uncle.

Chen Rujun handed over his daughter's letter to Murong Ling, and Murong Ling smiled.

No one knows better than her what kind of temperament her daughter has. Not to mention the real personal relationship with Mu Yixian, that is, this pair of concubines has really become a handkerchief relationship, and the daughter will not be so confused that she puts her private friendship and the operation of officialdom together, how can she ask her father for care?