Although Song Jin said that he didn't care about living in the lower room, Tang Yunzhang couldn't really let the family live in the lower room, so he had to move a few more upper rooms out and leave them for Song Jin to live in. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In addition to Song Jin, there were also a few sons and brothers who followed him, when Song Jin was talking to Tang Yunzhang, most of the second ancestors were still hanging outside, and when it was almost time for dinner, a few people rushed over with a large number of guards, this inn naturally did not have the position of those guards under their command, and those second ancestors stayed unceremoniously, and asked them to find a place to stay by themselves, and they didn't see the wind and bones at all.

Mu Yanchun stayed in the room and heard the loud shouts of the second ancestors below, there were so many people, she couldn't go downstairs, she just stayed in the room and ate, and then rested after washing.

Early the next morning, it was still sparse and sparse outside, and it was quiet under the inn.

She didn't have anything to do, so she took out a pen and paper and wrote a letter, and now it is not very convenient to fly pigeons to pass on the book in this weather, so Mu Yanchun said to Tang Yunzhang, and called a messenger to pass through the post station and send the letter back.

Although the way to go is different, the way to come is still good.

Mu Yanchun wrote a letter to Mu Boyong, reporting on the current situation and asking him if he was well. Of course, she didn't mention half a word about Song Jin's matter.

She also wrote a letter to Jin Lin, greeting him about his current situation, and the things that he didn't think of in the house were also explained in the letter, and asked about the situation of the agarwood, Jiang and Zhong in the backyard, and finally told him to study hard and rest well.

These two letters looked short, but they wasted her a full morning, and she considered the words and tone, and racked her brains to think that it must be written completely, and it was not very convenient to send a letter in the past, and she could not always write some trivial gossip. I wanted to write everything back and forth, and I wasted several pieces of letterhead.

It took three or five days for this rain to clear, and the long-lost sunlight passed through the window with a slight hint of warmth, Mu Yanchun rarely opened the window and leaned against the window to look at the scenery outside.

There are more male guests in this inn, and it is inconvenient for her to go downstairs.

Although such a scene was also expected by her, but staying in the room all day is really a test of patience, plus there is always a little noisy below, Tang Yunzhang is a self-familiar character, and after a while, he became one with the second ancestors below, and heard that he was lively below, but he could only shrink into the room, and Mu Yanchun's needle and thread in his hand poked the pattern fiercely.

I often heard Tang Yunzhang's voice these days, but Song Jin didn't make much noise. Those second ancestors were clearly his friends, but now they seemed to be not very familiar with him.

Tang Yunzhang is a well-known person, and he is also the only one in the Zhenguo Mansion who is more active outside, and most of the secret things in the mansion are inquired into by him.

As the ears and eyes of the Zhenguo Mansion, he has always pretended to be out of tune in a high-profile manner, and he is very comfortable among a group of second ancestors, which is understandable to Mu Yanchun, but Song Jin, as the young prince of the Rongguo Mansion, most of them don't interact with those people very much, but now he is mixed with a group of us, and he also returns to Bianjing with them, which is also strange to say.

The autumn breeze is whining, and the sunlight shining into the house can't dispel much coolness.

Mu Yanchun simply stood by the window and stretched out her hand, she lived on the second floor, there was a big tree next to the window, she looked at the heroes flying on the wall in the book, every guest house must have a tree set up on the edge of the inn, every tree standing on the edge of the inn must be turned over by all kinds of people in it as a ladder...... She made a gesture to the tree by herself, but she felt that the stories in those playbooks could not be trusted.

The tree was short and fat, not to mention holding it and sliding down, even standing on the branches, and she admired them very much when they were squatting or sitting on the tree from time to time in those words.

Although this tree is not a ladder, it is very appropriate to be a landscape, this tree is about some years old, Mu Yanchun vaguely saw that there were many bird nests in it, and sometimes a small bird could come out, and it was very cute to chirp.

Now at this time, it is time for them to migrate to the south, and it is rare to see these living little things on weekdays, Mu Yanchun propped his cheek on the window with one hand, and looked at them and felt that his mood was much better.

"Wen Yan, there are about some small fruits on that table, help me pick one or two."

She didn't bring Ying'er and Starling when she went out this time, only Gu Mama and Wen Yan and Thrush, Ying'er is the big girl in her yard after all, and the little maids at the bottom are afraid that they will not obey, and they don't know what to do, she stays in the house, and she can talk to Jin Lin anyway.

As for Starling, her temperament is really not suitable for Kyoto, and Mu Yanchun has no preparation for going here, but she is afraid that she has no scheming and has been deceived by someone, so she can only stay in the house.

Fortunately, Wen Yan and Thrush are both clever, and after a while, Wen Yan took two fruits, both the size of a baby's fist, just right for feeding these little birds, Mu Yanchun took a bite of the fruit, revealing the flesh inside, and rested on the window edge for a while, and no bird dared to come over and peck it.

Most of these small animals are timid, Mu Yanchun was not depressed, only put the two fruits away, walked away by himself, sat on the chair and watched, after a while, a little finch stopped by the window, pecked a few mouthfuls on the flesh, and then flew a few more, all shaking their heads and looking very cute.

There are many birds coming, and the two fruits are not enough, many birds are crowded together, pecking the fruits around, Mu Yanchun is looking at it and thinking it is interesting, and suddenly he sees the fruit rolling and falling.

The flock of birds seemed to be frightened by the sound, and they all flapped their wings and flew away, startling a thousand birds for a moment.

Mu Yanchun listened to the sound of "grunt", it really didn't look like the sound of smashing on the ground, walked to the window, carefully poked out half of her head and looked down, it was a large green patch, and after looking at it for a while, she found a touch of blue from the green patch.

The color of blue was very similar to the sky that cleared after the rain today, but it was hidden in a patch of emerald green, so that she did not see it at first.

There was still a man sitting underneath, and she didn't even notice it, so that she accidentally dropped the fruit on someone.