The side hall here is lively, and Cheng Jianniang and Danniang over there have already walked out of the mountain gate with the children of the Chen family.

A poem that is not a poem, the author Chen Danniang has already left behind, and the writer Cheng Jianniang is happy and no longer remembers, and the two people behind him have become unaware.

At the same time, Qin Langjun also returned from hunting in the same mountain and returned home.

The Qin Mansion is located in the middle of Beijing, although the grandmother Princess Fang Ning has passed away, but the Qin family still retains the princess's mansion, pavilions, pavilions, garden paths, exquisite construction, is one of the best mansions in Beijing.

However, there are not many people living in the house, only Qin Langjun's family, the Qin family's ancestral residence in Chuanzhou, if it weren't for Qin Langjun's father Jingzhong, the family would not have moved here.

When Qin Langjun returned, he came to greet his parents first according to his custom, but unfortunately his parents were not there.

"I'm busy walking around in the next year, have the thirteen sons eaten?" The servant asked.

Qin Langjun pointed behind him, a small guy carrying two pheasants in his hands.

"I took it, and I stewed it for a while." He laughed.

Although the thirteenth prince has a disability, his personality is very easy-going.

"Thirteen sons, be careful, don't cut your hands." The servant woman said hurriedly.

Qin Langjun smiled, got into a soft sedan chair, and was carried by the little maid to his yard.

In the courtyard, the maid and girl had already been instructed, and set up knives, scissors, stoves, and pots.

After Qin Langjun washed briefly, he came to the yard and slaughtered and washed the pheasants with his own hands.

The two women came in groups, and when they came to the door, they were stopped by the servants.

"Six ladies and seven ladies and thirteen sons have beaten pheasants and are preparing to cook." The servant woman whispered.

The two women had a little disgust on their faces.

"What's the matter with Thirteen Lang, why do you always love to make your own food." One said. "Dirty."

"yes. Eat and drink. You have to do everything by yourself, and it's not like there is no one to serve you at home. Another said.

The two of them looked over for a moment, as if they smelled blood, and finally covered their mouths and noses.

"Forget it, we'll come back another day." They said, turning and walking away with the girl in their arms.

The servants sighed and looked back at the courtyard.

“… Boiling water... You have to burn it to get rid of it..."

A clear male voice came faintly from inside.

"yes, why is this weird." A low exclamation.

"After all," the other whispered. raised his eyebrows, reached out and patted his legs, "....such people are a little weird...."

First a favor slapped her hand.

"What do you say, when it reaches the ears of Madame, you don't want to live anymore." She glared and whispered.

The servant woman hurriedly made a silent gesture and shrunk her head, but there was a slight smile on her face.

The lights in the courtyard were lit, and Qin Langjun put a handful of mountain mushrooms into the casserole.

"Okay, I'll serve it with me in half an hour." He said. Lower your sleeves.

The girls responded and watched Qin Langjun reach out for crutches.

The crutches were pushed aside because they were in the way. Qin Langjun couldn't reach it for a while, so the girl hurriedly picked it up and handed it to him.

Qin Langjun's smiling face seemed to freeze for a moment, but it quickly returned to normal.

He reached out his crutches, stood up with the help of the girl, and slowly limped indoors.

The four girls in the house were holding the changed clean robes, and three more girls stepped forward to take off Qin Langjun's layers of clothes, leaving only the most shabby underwear, and helped them go in to wash.

After washing, the two girls knelt down and wiped their hair, leaning on the table, Qin Langjun closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

"Thirteen sons, the soup is stewed." Outside the door came the voice of a servant.

Qin Langjun sat up suddenly, the girl behind him didn't mention it, grabbed his long hair, and was so frightened that he hurriedly kowtowed.

"It's okay, stand down." Qin Langjun smiled, waved his hand, and sat upright, "Come quickly, come quickly." ”

The hot stewed chicken with mountain mushrooms is placed on a few tables, and the aroma is overflowing.

"Delicious, delicious." Qin Langjun smiled and sniffed deeply, then picked up the spoon and chopsticks and ate slowly.

The two girls behind them couldn't help but glance at each other.

Is this delicious? It may be delicious in ordinary people who don't see meat, but a bowl of chicken soup in people like Qin Mansion is nothing.

They looked at the young man Lang Jun in front of them, dressed in white, with long hair reaching to the ground, brushing his sleeves with one hand and drinking freely with the other, and his white jade-like face in the steaming steam was a little blurry.

"I did." Qin Langjun muttered, "I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it." ”

He lowered his head, put a mouthful of meat into his mouth, and slowly chewed it in large gulps.

Swim back and get a good night's sleep.

Cheng Jianniang came to Mrs. Chen's side again to do routine acupuncture, and she had to be asked about the fun of traveling.

"It's okay." Cheng Jiaoniang Mu Ran said.

"It seems that the temple is really beautiful." Old lady Chen said, looking at Cheng Jianniang with a smile, "The lady's spirit is much better." ”

The maid subconsciously looked at Cheng Jianniang, she was still dumbfounded, and in the eyes of the world, she was a little bit in bad spirits, and there was no change.

"The lady was a little depressed at first, but now it seems to be better." Old Lady Chen said.

Is it sluggish? The maid couldn't help but look at Cheng Jianniang again, can she see the depression with this expression?

Cheng Jianniang nodded slightly, did not speak, did not refute or deny, and twisted the golden needle.

Mrs. Zhou walked into the room and sat down with a little tiredness.

"Mother." Liulang, who followed up, asked, "Did she make another excuse to disappear?" ”

Mrs. Zhou took the tea handed by the servant.

"If you can't see it, whatever." She said, "Anyway, I've done my best, whether I take it or not, it's her business." ”

Saturday Lang grimaced.

"It's my mother who has wronged her." He said, leaning over and saluting.

Mrs. Zhou was busy supporting.

"What's the matter, what's the matter with you, it's just a girl, not to mention that the girl is shameless, she can't know people clearly, but it's to blame us, it's no rules." She scoffed.

Walking out of his parents' yard and going to the martial arts arena to practice a stick, the sweaty teenager returned to the yard, and it was time for lunch.

Just picked up the rice bowl, and saw Qin Langjun outside the door helping the little guy hurriedly come in.

Because of his leg and foot problems, he has always walked slowly, and rarely walks so out of shape.

Saturday sat up straight.

"On Saturday, you caused me to miss a good thing." Qin Langjun opened his mouth and said.

"What's the matter?" Liuliulang asked with a sigh of relief.

"Yesterday the temple stopped and produced a good poem." Qin Langjun said.

Saturday Lang pouted, and these idlers were doing poetry and doing all day long.

"What good poetry?" He asked nonchalantly.

"The mountain temple is waiting to be opened." Qin Langjun said.

Liu Liulang picked up the soup bowl and waited for a while to hear Qin Langjun before reading it.

"And then?" He asked, taking a big sip.

"It's gone." Qin Langjun said.

Saturday Lang squirted out, and Qin Langjun on the opposite side was splashed.

He didn't care at all, he was still smiling, and seemed to be immersed in the charm of good poetry.

"This is good poetry?" Saturday Wolf glared and shouted, while pushing away the girl who was in a hurry to wipe it, he took the handkerchief and wiped it indiscriminately, "You came to entertain me on purpose, right?" Although I am a martial artist, my Zhou family can't afford to hire a teacher! Come, listen to a good poem I made too. ”

He said, keeping his handkerchief still aside, glaring.

"A bowl of tea soup is good." He said word by word, "The mountain temple is waiting for the plum blossoms, a bowl of tea and soup is good, and look, I still close it." ”

Qin Langjun laughed.

"Stupid." He smiled, reached out and carefully took a piece of paper from the hand of the little guy next to him and unfolded it.

"The mountain temple is waiting to be opened." Saturday Lang read, "Sure enough, it's a good poem." ”

While shouting to bring pen and ink, he wants to continue what he has done, the icing on the cake.

Qin Langjun laughed and snorted.

"Look at the words." He said, pushing a few cases over. (To be continued......)