The sound of the wooden fish and the sound of chopping wood outside the door make up a happy symphony, like the style of seclusion outside the world. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mrs. Cui knelt in front of the Buddha and chanted the scriptures, the breeze outside was blowing slowly into the hall, and Mrs. Cui turned her back to the door, as if her back was a little cold. Yang Jian untied the cloak of sorrow and handed it to Jia Luo, asking Jia Luo to put it on Mrs. Cui.

Jia Luo pursed his lips and smiled, rejecting Yang Jian's cloak: "You have mink on the collar of this cloak!" ”

Yang Jian realized that he was busy apologizing: "It's negligence!" ”

Jia Luo was about to walk to the door and close the door, Yang Jian caught a glimpse of Jinyun chopping wood outside the door in the drizzle, so he took the initiative to ask Ying to replace Jinyun, and Jinyun went to the kitchen to get busy.

In the past, when Empress Yifu was still there, there was no kitchen, and the kitchen was built next to a thatched house after Mrs. Cui came, barely sheltering from the wind and rain for cooking.

When Mrs. Cui finished chanting, she slowly opened her eyes: "Jialuo, Tuo'er, when you see your mother chanting and worshipping the Buddha, why don't you two kneel?" ”

Dugutuo was very unhappy: "My mother just worships the Buddha herself, why do you want us to be together, I can't stand kneeling for so long!" ”

Jia Luo patted Dugutuo's face: "How do you talk to your mother?" Mother, we are making a special trip to visit you, as for worshipping the Buddha, it is okay at any time! We can also worship the Buddha at home! ”

Mrs. Cui was willing to believe it, rolled her eyes and said, "You just fooled me!" Thought I didn't know? Saying that he also worships Buddha at home, when Jinyun returned to the house, he never saw half a Buddha statue and half a wisp of Buddha incense at home! What a waste of the names I gave you two siblings! ”

"What does it have to do with the names of the two of us?" Dugutuo sucked his fingers again and asked Mrs. Cui with a blank look.

Jia Luo couldn't wait to knock Dugutuo's little head, and asked such a question, which provoked Mrs. Cui to nag endlessly.

Fortunately, before Mrs. Cui could speak, Qing'er picked up Mrs. Cui's words: "Why are you two so ignorant? The names of the two of you are taken from the Buddhist scriptures, Jialuo is the agarwood used to worship the Buddha, and Tuoer is the meaning of the monk. You should understand it as a mother's hard work! ”

Qing'er learned Mrs. Cui's numbers in a good way, which made Jia Luo cry and laugh, and Mrs. Cui was even more disgusted: "You little girl, you are really crooked at the top and crooked at the bottom!" ”

"The slave and maid can already memorize these words of the lady! It's not that the slave and maid are talkative, this matter of worshiping the Buddha must be sincere! Since neither the young lady nor the little boy have the sincerity to worship the Buddha, even if they are asked to kneel, the Buddha is to blame! Qing'er said a lot of words, so angry that Mrs. Cui wanted to chase and beat her, so she hid and ran to the kitchen to help Jinyun cook.

The lunch is still relatively rich, and there is a soup made of pine mushrooms sent by the Japanese Gara some time ago, which is crispy and delicious. Yang Jian unconsciously recalled that nine years ago, he and Jia Luo caught koi fish from the river to make carp soup, and was about to speak, when he suddenly remembered that Mrs. Cui was here, so he had to swallow the words back.

Mrs. Cui really likes the young man in front of her, and when she looks at Yang Jian, she has a little bit of love and pity, and she thinks that she is also loyal and good, and she is so knowledgeable and high-spirited. I heard that Jia Luo often talked about Yang Jian, and speculated that his daughter was interested in the person in front of her, right?

"Young Master Yang, how is your father lately?" Mrs. Cui asked such a question, which was actually the opening remarks of the greetings.

"Thank you Madame, my father is very good, but I don't know what happened to my mother, I went back to Chang'an this time, not only to report the military situation to His Majesty on the order of my father, but also to come back to visit my mother!" Yang Jian replied respectfully.

"Lingtang Lu, I still saw it a few days ago, I haven't seen my husband and son all year round, and I am so sad that there are more gray hairs than on my head! When you go back, you must stay with your mother and go back to the barracks in a while! Mrs. Cui sighed, why is she not like this? Although since he became a family member with Yuwen, Duguxin often returned to Chang'an, but he did not come to visit her.

Yang Jian listened to the bitterness about his mother, hid his face and wept: "It's the child who is not filial, and he has read the book of sages in vain, but he can't fulfill his filial piety!" ”

Since Yang Zhong besieged Chang'an City nine years ago, Yuwentai has been even more jealous of him, and in the name of Emperor Wei Wen for nine years, he has never let him return to Chang'an City, so that Yang Zhong can fight on the battlefield in the south and north, and the family will be separated!

Seeing Yang Jian so filial, Mrs. Cui felt a lot more relieved, and secretly thought in her heart that if one day, Jia Luo could entrust this son.

This is Mrs. Cui's initial impression of Yang Jian, and she recognized Yang Jian in terms of conduct. After careful inspection, during lunch, Jia Luo and Yang Jian rarely looked at each other, and whenever they looked at each other, they instantly shifted their gaze, and they were a little embarrassed. Mrs. Cui firmly believes that the two have friendship with each other, and as a mother, they can't break it, so they are indeed a little anxious about the two children.

When leaving in the evening, Mrs. Cui took a letter and handed it to Yang Jian: "This is my letter to Ling Tang, be sure to let Ling Tang open it personally!" ”

Yang Jian happily accepted it, and returned to Chang'an City with the Jia Luo sister and brother.

When the letter was handed over to his mother, Yang Jian's mother, Lu Kutao, was really a little confused: "Although I have met with Mrs. Cui a few times, I am not very familiar with each other, why did she send the letter to me?" ”

Lu Kutao opened the letter curiously, looked at it, and couldn't help but smile between his eyebrows. Yang Jian wanted to see what was written on the letter to make Lu Kutao so happy, so Lu Kutao put the letter away and didn't let Yang Jian read it: "Jian'er, you finally returned to Chang'an, don't be in a hurry to go back, and now there is no war, it's good to accompany your mother more?" ”

"That's exactly what the child is going to do!" But Yang Jian was still very curious about the letter.

When she returned to the house, she heard something that shocked her, the fourth sister Shahua didn't eat or drink, and she actually suffered from lovesickness!

Qing'er learned the news from her sister Yu'er, and she hadn't eaten much in the past two days. Just sitting in front of the dresser, dressing up and smirking at the bronze mirror. It is very strange that it is the makeup of the Qingming Festival that is dressed up repeatedly.

Even when Yu'er brought the meal, she occasionally persuaded Sha Hua to eat, but she still dangled the spoon from one to the other, and sometimes put the soup to her nose, choking without knowing it.

"You say, what's wrong with our young lady?" Yu'er was naturally very anxious, "If Miss continues like this, the master will definitely punish me when he comes back!" ”

Looking at her sister who was about to cry, Qing'er also pleaded with Jia Luo: "Miss, think of a way!" (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please read it on m.qidian.com. )