Yuluoxuan is Sangyu's courtyard, which is large and exquisite. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At the beginning, Qiao Mufeng married Sang Yu, although he only saw that she had rescued her and he really needed a wife with an unknown family background, but because of his experience when he was a teenager, he was more wary of women, and for the sake of his only son, he disbanded Yulu Garden, and he really wanted to marry someone back, and only bear the name of husband and wife on the surface with her, so he asked the white steward to arrange the most exquisite and generous courtyard of the General's Mansion for her. There is also a sense of compensation in my heart.

Anyway, the General's Mansion is not short of silver, just provide it.

Sang Yu still likes Yuluoxuan.

Big and comfortable.

There are a few plantain trees growing in front of the court, the green leaves are wide open like a fan, if it rains, the raindrops hit the plantain leaves, popping, the leaves shook gently, the raindrops followed the lines, slowly sliding down, dripping in the soil, without making a sound at all.

Of course, there are many other exotic flowers and plants, Sang Yu can't name them, it was still spring when she entered the door, and it happened to be full of flowers.

They are all strange flowers, blooming together, Sang Yu picked the one she thought was beautiful, and asked Mama Wang what kind of flower it was.

Wang Mama came out of the palace, knew a lot, so he told her in detail, and the allusion to the flower, Sang Yu held her chin, looked at her with a smile, and listened very seriously.

Then, after a few days, I forgot about it.

Mama Wang was not annoyed, and the next time Sang Yu asked, she was still kind and not a little impatient.

Mama Wang carried a few plates of freshly made pastries, bypassed the rockery, stepped on the path of the bluestone slab, she walked very regularly, neither fast nor slow, her steps were steady, and the jade ring hanging on her waist was motionless. Walking to the courtyard in front of the main house, I saw that the courtyard was quiet, and the maids and women were also in their positions, and they all relaxed their movements when they spoke and did things, and nodded with satisfaction.

"What are you doing, ma'am?"

There was a kind of coercion in her voice, and she whispered as she looked at Zihuan, who was sitting by the door doing needlework.

Zihuan is a second-class maid, and according to the rules, second-class maids are not allowed to enter the house to serve without being summoned.

Respectfully greeted Mama Wang, and then whispered, "Madame is in the room, and several sisters are talking with Madame." ”

Mama Wang nodded, opened the curtain and went in.

In the bright and spacious room, Sang Yu'er sat on the low couch with a worried face, her skin was fine and white, like a fine jade, smooth and beautiful, her hair was combed into a falling bun, and she did not wear any jewelry, only a red peony silk flower, which made her little face more and more exquisite.

"Madam, if you might as well sew a garment for the general. The slave and maid are very happy every time you make clothes for the general. ”

Ding Lan thought for a while and said.

Sang Yu immediately shook his head, "No, no, no." I can't give away clothes. ”

Ding Lan's method, she vetoed it without even thinking about it.

Now Qiao Mufeng wears almost all of them by herself, uh, well, shoes are not, she doesn't know how to make shoes.

If you give clothes again, wouldn't it be new and uncommon?

Besides, this is the first birthday she married to the General's Mansion and Qiao Mufeng, if she gives clothes, he will definitely feel that he doesn't value him.

What's more, this birthday is still what she said she wanted to celebrate.

Sang Yu sighed heavily, and said with a bitter face rather depressed, "There is everything in the mansion, and the general has never seen anything good, but everyone wants to send things, if I don't send it, I will definitely not be able to say it." ”

She blinked, watery, her eyelashes curled and curled, her little pink mouth pursed slightly, sighed, and fell on the low couch, embroidered with orchids and a few swaying yarn silks covering her face.

"Do you think it's okay for me to pretend I don't know what to give a gift? Just say, just say I'm too busy, too tired, and then I can't remember. None of us will be allowed to mention it then, and the general will certainly not remember this little thing. ”

Mama Wang came in with pastries and heard Sang Yu's words that made people laugh and cry.

I was startled when I saw it, put the pastry on the low table with a straight face, walked over and took down the yarn on Sang Yu's face, Sang Yu blinked with big eyes, looked at her and shouted Mama.

"Have you learned all the rules in vain? Madame doesn't know, don't you guys know either? ”

Mama Wang taught a lesson with a straight face, and the stars and moons, the lilacs, and the lilacs all lowered their heads in silence, and knew that they were wrong.

Sang Yu looked at Mama Wang, who had always been very kind, and instantly trained people with a straight face, and was a little stunned for a while, and when she heard her talk about herself, she was even more cute.

Where did she go wrong?

Mama Wang looked at her with a confused look, sighed softly, walked over to bless her, and then said, "Madame is young and I don't know, it's just that this handkerchief can't be covered on the face at will, it's unlucky." ”

Only the dead will put something on their faces.

Sang Yu nodded as if he didn't understand.

Seeing that Sang Yu listened, Mama Wang brought the freshly made pastries over, and Lilac poured another cup of tea and put it on the low table.

"Madame was just saying that she was going to prepare a congratulatory gift for the general?"

Mama Wang stood beside Sang Yu with her hands down, Sang Yu was holding a silver silk roll in her hand, and before she could put it in her mouth, she heard Mama Wang's words, her hand was stunned, and her face was a little weak, what she said just now would not be heard by Mama Wang.

Secretly glanced at her, and saw that Mama Wang still looked serious, she straightened her face, looked casual, took a bite of the sweet silver silk roll, and took a sip of tea, before nodding slowly and saying.

"Now that the general's birthday is approaching, Mrs. Ben has forgotten to prepare a birthday gift for the general. Mama, what kind of congratulatory gift do you think Mrs. Ben should prepare the best? ”

She smiled, her delicate little face was very serious, her eyes were wide open, and she looked at Mama Wang with a full gaze.

Lilac only felt that Mrs. was so cute, Mama Wang's eyes were full of smiles, but her face did not show anything, and she lowered her eyes and said to Sang Yu very seriously, "The general is most distressed about Mrs., what kind of congratulatory gift Mrs. gives, the general likes it." ”

Seeing Sang Yu's dissatisfaction and frowning, Mama Wang continued, "This congratulatory gift represents people's hearts, and if you prepare it casually, it will inevitably be contemptuous." If the lady is laborious because of the congratulatory gift, the general will be distressed, but if he is not prepared, he can't say it. ”

Mama Wang pondered, and then said, "Mrs. Mo Ruo personally cooks, stir-fry a few side dishes for the general, and accompany the general well." ”

In fact, she wanted to say, madam, you don't have to rack your brains so much to think about congratulatory gifts, the general has never seen any treasures, you wash yourself cleanly, dress up and bleach, lie on the bed obediently, and give yourself to the general.

Presumably, the generals must be very satisfied.

Of course, how could an obedient old lady say such a thing. Only reminded Sangyu from the side.

Sang Yu frowned, "But the food I cook is not delicious." ”

It's not delicious, it was basically made by Lin Dashan before, but then Lin Dashan left, and Ye Yu was doing it.

She did very little.

Fanxing pursed her lips and smiled, she held a handkerchief embroidered with flowers in her hand, and her round face showed two deep dimples, "Don't worry, madam, the slave will definitely help you in the kitchen at that time." ”

She loves to eat, and she loves to cook, and she cooks very well.

Madame is going to enter the kitchen, and several girls must accompany her.

Sang Yu still couldn't make up her mind, so she just said to think about it again.

In the study, Qiao Mufeng couldn't help but chuckle when he heard what Sang Yu said, he was originally a Leng Yi general with a resolute face, but at this moment, his face seemed to be melting ice and snow, like a spring breeze, and his obsidian-like dark and translucent eyes were full of tenderness.

He didn't plan to ask Sang Yu to prepare a congratulatory gift, and without a congratulatory gift, he could ask for it back from somewhere else. It's just that I didn't expect the little girl to be so cute, and she said something she wanted to pretend not to know.

Qiao An lowered his head and stood in the study, hearing the sound of the general's chuckle, he raised his head slightly and glanced at it, and sighed in his heart, the general has suffered for more than 20 years, and now the rain has finally passed.

In the afternoon, Qiao Ming also got out of school and came to say goodbye to Sang Yu.

The little man was wearing a royal blue embroidered bamboo robe, with a small face, his hair tied with a jade crown, and he shouted to Sang Yu very respectfully to his mother, and his eyes were shining.

Sang Yu touched his head, and asked a few more questions if he had listened to Mr. or whether it was difficult to do schoolwork, and the little guy answered very seriously.

Let all those who are in the house go down.

Sang Yu took out an orange from the fruit bowl, the orange was yellow, orange and orange, which was specially sent from Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Beijing, big and sweet.

While peeling the skin, Qiao Mingyi's dark eyes looked at Sang Yu's hand without blinking, his ruddy little mouth pursed, Sang Yu laughed softly, and looked outside again, the room was quiet, and the sound of Lilac and Ding Lan in the courtyard could be faintly heard.

Sang Yu leaned forward slightly, getting closer to her cheap son.

She whispered, "Brother Ming, you know that your father's birthday is coming, right?" ”

Qiao Ming also nodded obediently, "I know." ”

Father's birthday is a big event, and the house has begun to prepare, and he often hears the girls say in private that his father has not been on his birthday for many years.

Sang Yu put the orange peel on the low table, broke half of it, gave it to Qiao Mingyi, and took half of it himself.

Qiao Ming also slashed a petal and put it in his mouth, his cheeks bulging, "Mother, it's so sweet." ”

Sang Yu also tasted it, and it was indeed sweet. She has always loved sweets, and she doesn't like them if she is a little sour. Thinking that the emperor is still quite reliable, it is very good to give her the oranges that grow in the hot spring village.

"Mother also thinks it's very sweet, let Fanxing send a few to your house in a while, but don't eat too much, otherwise your teeth will be sore."

No matter how sweet the fruit is, there is fruit acid in it, and you can't taste it because there is not much fruit acid.

But children's teeth are already weak, and if they eat too many oranges, they will feel soft when they eat again. It's very uncomfortable.

Qiao Ming also nodded obediently, "I'm sure I will listen to my mother." ”

Without the provocation of his subordinates, he lived in the same courtyard with Sang Yu and ate together, and Qiao Ming was also much closer to Sang Yu.

He has no mother since he was a child, and he is surrounded by maids and sons-in-law, as a father, Qiao Mufeng often ignores him, and little Qiao Ming is also very eager for the care of his relatives.

Sang Yu nodded with satisfaction, stuffed the last orange petal into his mouth, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and pulled his cheap son to his side.

Her eyes were clear and bright like the clear water in the mountains, and she blinked, looking like she was abducting a child.

"Brother Ming, my mother asked you, since you know your father's birthday, do you have prepared a congratulatory gift?"

She had a smile on her face, and Qiao Ming also smiled.

"Of course Brother Ming is ready."

Then he was a little entangled, and looked at Sang Yu with his fingers, "I don't know if my father likes it or not." ”

"Then tell your mother what gifts you have prepared for your father, and your mother will help you see it."

For the sake of a congratulatory gift, she actually fell to the point of deceiving the child, really, she felt ashamed.

Qiao Ming also said obediently, "Mr. explained that my brother's handwriting is very advanced, and Brother Ming wants to write a poem for my father as a birthday gift." ”

Sang Yu slumped his shoulders and said to Qiao Mingyi with a depressed face, "It's still hello, a child, no matter what you send, others will never say anything." ”

Qiao Ming didn't understand much, so he just stayed quietly in Sang Yu's arms, pursed his lips and snickered, this is his mother's embrace, it's so warm.

Sang Yu muttered to herself, her pink mouth pouting unhappily, "If I were a child, I would pretend that I didn't know anything, and I deserved it." ”

Qiao Mufeng came in from outside, and when he heard what Sang Yu said, he almost couldn't help laughing.

also said that it is not a child, this is obviously a little girl who is a fool. But thinking of his age, he sighed, he was ten years older than Sang Yu, isn't Sang Yu just a little girl.

"What are you two doing?"

He walked in, and saw Qiao Ming being held in Sang Yu's arms, enjoying himself comfortably, and said with a straight face, "What is it like to nest in your mother's arms, Mr. understands what he taught today?" Will the article be memorized? I practiced a few pieces of paper in large characters, and I took them and showed them. ”

The contours of his face are hard, and he usually doesn't smile, and his frosty face makes people tremble just by looking at you.

At this time, Qiao Ming had already slowly moved out of Sang Yu's arms, his mouth was deflated, and his eyes were full of tears, as if he was about to cry.

But what his father said, he didn't finish it.

What to do.

Sang Yu was also taken aback by Qiao Mufeng's tone, and seeing that his cheap son was about to cry, he hugged him into his arms, glared at Qiao Mufeng and said unhappily, "What are you doing so fiercely, look at Brother Ming'er." Can't you just talk well? Really. ”

lowered his head again to coax Qiao Mingyi, "Obediently, don't pay attention to your father, he will be scary." Let's just ignore him. ”

Qiao Ming also sniffed, got out of Sang Yu's arms, looked up at Qiao Mufeng, saw that his face was still cold, and he felt a little aggrieved, but he still said respectfully in a childish voice, "Father, son, son will go back to study." ”

Seeing Qiao Mufeng nodded, he turned around and whispered to Sang Yu, "Mother, Brother Ming will go back first." ”

Sang Yu stroked his hair and said softly, "Go ahead, my mother will call you to dinner in a while." ”

Qiao Ming also nodded, saluted and went out with two little short legs, and glanced back at the door, and saw Sang Yu smiling at him, so he pursed his lips and left.

As soon as he left, Sang Yu began to complain about Qiao Mufeng, saying that he was too strict with Qiao Ming, and Qiao Ming was only a five-year-old child, and in modern times, he was still at the age of kindergarten.

Qiao Mufeng only looked at her, with a smile on his face, and didn't say a word.

Sang Yu also found something abnormal, and suddenly felt something wrong in her heart, so she looked at Qiao Mufeng cautiously.

How does it feel like something is going to happen?

This feeling is not very good.

Qiao Mufeng sat on the chair, Sang Yu consciously went to the table and poured him a cup of tea, the tea was a little cold, Qiao Mufeng took a sip, frowned, Sang Yu hurriedly took the cup and put it on the table.

Qiao Mufeng patted the chair beside him and motioned for Sang Yu to sit down.

Sang Yu blinked, ignoring the slightest drumming in her heart, and slowly leaned towards Qiao Mufeng's side, and before she could sit down, she heard his voice as low as Gu Tong Mu.

"Madame, are you ready for your husband's birthday?"

Sang Yu sighed in his heart.

It's miserable. (To be continued.) )