There are a number of bookshelves in the study, on which are placed many classics, the classics are placed very neatly, the bookshelves are against the wall, there is a small dark compartment in the wall, and many letters are placed in the dark compartment, and the letters pour out the thoughts of the master over the years. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

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"Today is Miss Chen's big day, the invitations have been sent to the shop, Miss, you are selling Chen Yuan's face, let's go for a trip."

Qingqing stood in front of the bed, holding a pale pink jacket embroidered with dark lines, with a helpless look on her face.

Looking through the bright red tulle in front of the bed, although it was a little blurry, I could also see that the people lying on the bed were all wrapped in quilts, thinking that they were woken up by the sound, and squirmed twice from time to time.

Qingqing was a little helpless, "Miss, you've been sleeping for almost a winter, can't you get enough sleep?" Hurry up and go outside to breathe, it's not good to stay in the room all day, it's not good to be stuffy. ”

There was a muffled laugh on the bed, not as crisp and pleasant as a girl, but a little low.

Qingqing was taken aback, "Young Master Zong, what are you doing in Miss Bed?" Where's my young lady? Why is it missing so early in the morning? You said that you are such a big guy running around the shop all day long, what should you do if someone sees something coming out? My young lady is still a yellow flower girl who has not yet come out of the cabinet, what if no one wants her to marry in the future? ”

Her own maid kept chattering, which made Guan Yi, who was standing outside the door, feel a lot of pain.

"Stop, stop, stop, Qingqing, what are you, why don't you usually talk much when you go out, as soon as you are at home, you are like my mother, and you can't stop talking all day long." Zong Jiming made a stop gesture and plucked out his ears, a little unable to stand Qingqing's attack.

"Zong Gongzi, I didn't say you, you arched around on my young lady's bed early in the morning like a maggot, thanks to Guan'er, no one will come on weekdays, otherwise people will bump into it, and Miss's reputation should be ruined." Qingqing put the jacket in her hand on the low stool next to the bed, and without looking at Zong Jiming's expression, she turned around and went out of the room to prepare breakfast for her young lady.

"I'll go, where have you been, Miss, I'm scared to death, why don't you stand at the door and make a sound." Qingqing walked outside the door, and just as she wanted to turn a corner, she saw Guan Yiyi, who was holding back a smile and his face was flushed, standing outside the house, and tears broke out of the corners of his eyes.

"One by one, you're back? What do you think? Qin Youning is okay? ”

"Well," Guan Yiyi took the handkerchief handed by Qingqing and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and entered the house with a smile, in a good mood.

"Why did you run to my bed again, and you still have to move around like maggots, Qingqing, drive him out and change the sheets again." Untied his cloak, sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of hot tea, blew it lightly twice, and just wanted to bring it to his mouth, the teacup was snatched by a pair of big hands.

"One by one, Qingqing said that I am maggots, it doesn't matter, why do you even say this, my heart hurts, you rub it for me." As he spoke, he grabbed Guan Yiyi's Rouyi and leaned towards his chest.

"Whoosh~" A dagger grazed past his ear, cutting off a strand of Zong Jiming's hair.

"Wow, ah, ah, Guan Yi, you murdered your own uncle." Zong Jiming was so frightened that he jumped to his feet and fell off the stool, grinning in pain.

Guan Yi had a cold face, holding a boomerang in his hand, ready to attack again, this is not a long memory, he has already dealt with him so many times, he is getting more and more excessive, at first he just teased Miss, and then he did something to Miss, he endured all this, but Miss's boudoir, Miss's bed is he able to climb? As for my uncle, he can't bear it.

"One by one, let him stop, otherwise you won't have a husband in the future." Zong Jiming hid behind Guan Yiyi, his legs trembling a little.

"Look at what you have, it's not that you can't beat it, what are you afraid of." ripped off Zong Jiming's hands on his shoulders and rolled his eyes at Zong Jiming.

"This ...... Don't you want to experience what it's like to be protected by your wife? "Thanks to the quick dodge he just now, otherwise Guan Yi's dagger would have cut more than just a strand of his hair.

"Don't say that when Zong Gongzi is outside, just talk about it at home, what does it look like outside." Qingqing changed the sheets while repeating the trouble that Zong Jiming's informality had brought to Guan Yiyi.

Zong Jiming pursed his lips and didn't speak, picked up the stool and sat down again, poured a cup of tea for Guan Yiyi seriously, looked up and saw Guan Yiyi looking at him with a smile, the grievances in Zong Jiming's heart disappeared in an instant, Yiyi knew his heart, so he joked with his husband again and again, she knew that what he said was true, but there was no blame in her eyes, this was enough, Zong Jiming smiled again, raised his eyebrows and smiled defiantly at Guan Yi, who was sitting on the roof beam.

"Miss, change your clothes and get ready for dinner, Miss Chen is about to enter the gate of Zhang's house, and you haven't even left the door."

"Got it, got it, Grandma Qing." Guan Yiyi put down the teacup one by one, glanced at Zong Jiming and walked outside the house, Zong Jiming got the signal, and hurriedly followed, the skill of the chef is better than that of the chef of the Zong family, more than a little or two, every time he wants to eat, he has to beg Guan Yiyi for a long time, this time there is a free breakfast, it is really a good start of the day.

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"The bride got off the sedan chair~" accompanied by a chant from the Xi Po, the bride got off the sedan chair, stepped over the brazier, and was led into the lobby by the groom.

"I heard that Miss Chen is twenty-six years old this year, why did she get married?"

Guan Yiyi leaned into Zong Jiming's ear one by one and asked him quietly.

In the Ming Dynasty, the girl was fifteen years old and Xuan, and the average girl's family would look for her in-law after the Xuan, and then marry herself out within two or three years.

Feeling Guan Yiyi's warm breath rushing into his ears, Zong Jiming couldn't help but move back, and kept reminding himself in his heart that it would be two more years, and it would be fine in two more years.

Taking a few deep breaths, Zong Jiming explained to the girl standing beside him in a hoarse voice.