Because of hitting the bun, Sawa became even more jealous and hateful of Jia Luo, who always lay down like this inexplicably, and offended the fourth lady at some point. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The idea of going to Qingqing together on Qingming Festival is already impossible.

The next morning, before Galo had opened his sleepy eyes, he heard a ticking sound in his ears. When I got up, I saw that outside the window lattice, under the eaves, rain was dripping - "Knock, knock......"

But I don't know when, it started to rain in a gentle drizzle.

"It's a pity, but I can't go out!" Qing'er looked out the window stupidly, skipping a hint of melancholy, "Miss, are you awake?" ”

"Why is it raining?" Jia Luo got up and came to the window, a slight cool breeze blew, blowing the green silk on her sideburns, and the bangs on her forehead, but she was also a little refreshed.

"If we knew it was raining today, we would have gone out yesterday!" In Qing'er's tone, there seemed to be some regret and some complaints.

"How?" Jia Luo pinched Qing'er's little face: "You don't really have a crush on which family's son-in-law?" Can't wait for a private meeting? ”

"Where is it! The slave just wants to go out for a walk, this spring time is short, don't look at it again, and when it slips away, you will regret it! Qing'er said, "Shall we still go to the Peach Blossom Nunnery to see Mrs.?" ”

Peach Blossom Nunnery is the name of Mrs. Cui's seclusion, but in fact, it is not the real name there. It's just that because there has never been a name for that place, the master and servant temporarily took such a name for the convenience of reference.

Garo reached out the window and tested the size of the rain: "What? You're so lazy that it's raining so little that you're reluctant to move around? ”

Qing'er was delighted: "The slave maid thought that the young lady didn't want to go, but she prepared in vain yesterday, that's not good!" ”

The two of them were dressed in smocks, wearing shaky dew, and wearing tight-fitting civilian clothes, but they were not dressed in luxury, because silk clothes were easy to get stained with rain and muddy water, and their feet were like two slender penguins with clogs. It was raining, so I couldn't ride a horse.

said hello to his father Dugu Xin, and Dugu Tuo heard that his sister was going to see his mother, so he also went out together. Out of the north city gate, you saw the peach blossom forest from a distance, the fragrance of peach blossoms, mixed with the smell of earth, and yesterday is indeed different.

There are really not many people outside the city who travel, if it weren't for the busy businessmen, who get up early in the morning and are not afraid of the wind and rain in order to make a profit, ordinary people would hide in their own homes.

The calm river does not have a trace of waves because there is no wind. The drizzle is like a thin steel needle, piercing into the river, if you listen carefully, you can vaguely hear clearly, the countless "boom" sound, is the sound of rain entering the river.

Nine years ago, it was also by this river that the scene of Garo catching fish for the seriously ill Empress Etofu seemed to be right in front of him. Then, there was a proud little general who was holding a sweaty BMW, and the two had a dispute, but now that I think about it, it is also a little funny.

"Sister, what are you laughing at like a fool?" Dugu Tuo glanced at the river, looking for his sister Jia Luo to see anything interesting.

Qing'er patted Dugutuo's face: "How can you say that your sister, you are a little fool!" Don't you know that my sister is suffering from lovesickness! ”

"Hugh is talking nonsense!" Garo Monster.

"What is lovesickness? Why don't you see my sister ask the doctor to grab the medicine! Dugutuo got to the bottom of it again.

"Lovesickness is an incurable disease, and it is impossible to cure it well if you ask a doctor!" Qing'er ignored the anger of Jia Luo on the side, and still deliberately joked.

Dugutuo was so anxious that he cried, wiping a handful of snot and tears: "My sister is going to die, what should I do?" I don't want my sister to die! ”

"Look at you, did you make Tuo'er cry? With your poor mouth, why can't you control it? Garo blames Haru'er.

Qing'er likes to tease Dugutuo the most, because she is the youngest and the cutest, especially when she is crying her nose, her pitiful and silly appearance is really distressing.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, don't cry, my sister won't die, as long as that person comes back, my sister's illness will naturally be cured!" Qing'er stroked Dugutuo's little head and comforted him.

"Really?" Dugutuo's eyes widened.

"Really!" Qing'er nodded affirmatively.

"Poof-" Dugu Tuo tugged at Qing'er's sleeve and blew his nose fiercely.

"Tuo Gongzi, you ......" Qing'er wanted to cry without tears, so she had to wipe it with a brocade pa.

Jia Luo wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh, he couldn't pamper Dugutuo to be so rude, and pinched Dugutuo's ears: "How can you bully Sister Qing'er like this?" Apologize to Sister Qing'er! ”

"Wow-" Dugutuo cried again, "It's not my fault, it was Sister Qing'er who lied to me first, saying that my sister was going to die, I was so scared-wow-"

"Okay, cry, if you cry again, I won't take you to see your mother today, let's go home now!" Jia Luo turned around and was about to go back, Dugu Tuo's voice stopped abruptly, Jia Luo thought to himself, can't you cure you little trickster? turned around and touched Dugutuo: "Be good, apologize to Sister Qing'er!" ”

When Dugutuo was about to open his mouth, Qing'er pointed not far away: "Miss, look there!" ”

Jia Luo looked in the direction that Qing'er pointed to, and there were two familiar figures by the misty river, and then carefully distinguished, those two were none other than Dugu Shahua.

"Why are they here?" Jia Luo was a little puzzled: "Coming out on a rainy day, could it be something important?" ”

Qing'er thought for a while: "Yes, I heard my sister say that every time around the Qingming Festival, the fourth lady will definitely go outside the city to sweep her mother's grave." ”

Dugu Shahua swept his mother's grave, and Jia Luo also heard about it. In the past nine years, his father Duguxin has always wanted to know where Mrs. Guo is buried, but Sha Hua has never told Duguxin, in order to make his father feel guilty for the rest of his life.

Dugu Xin has also sent people to follow Sha Hua several times, but Sha Hua is very clever, more than ten days before the Qingming Festival, he has to go out every day, and he has scattered paper money in more than ten different places, crying tears, and he doesn't know the exact burial location of Mrs. Guo, so he returned in vain.

"That's good!" Qing'er rejoiced: "If you can find Mrs. Guo's grave and ask the lord for credit, you will definitely give a lot of rewards, right?" ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw that on the official road, a son riding a white Lu Kuai horse, also dressed in a cloak and wearing a hat, was swaying towards this side. Walking in front of Sha Hua from a distance, he grabbed the reins, got off the horse, and hugged his fist to Sha Hua: "This young lady, let me ask you, is Chang'an City ahead?" ”

Such a humble boy asking for directions reminded Jia Luo of Yang Jian's arrogance nine years ago, when he was dressed in small armor and carrying a small bow and arrow.

Carrying a bow and arrows on your back? This son-in-law also has a bow and arrow, which is faintly visible, and the style is average, but it is a few models larger! (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. )