In the middle of the day, the fourth mother of the Zhao family really came to the old house to invite Yuan Lingjun.

The ridges are lined with unknown blue flowers, swaying gently in the breeze, and the sound of summer cicadas lingers in the surrounding woods, making people feel bored.

Yuan Lingjun led the young Zhao Siniang through the ridges, to a flat mountain, the sun is shining, the opposite village is bathed in golden light, here is different from other places, in the eyes of Yuan Lingjun, who is accustomed to seeing beautiful scenery, there is no place to compare with the baboon village far away from the noise of cars and horses, even if it is a wild flower on the ridge, there are peonies can not be free and easy.

"My brother was able to study in Baling thanks to Zhen Weng's recommendation. Liuniang, I have something to whisper to you, don't be surprised. Zhao Siniang was wearing a round bun, and her two faces were flushed.

"Oh, what kind of whisper?"

Seeing that there was no one else around, Zhao Siniang leaned over to Yuan Lingjun's ear, lowered her voice and said, "I heard A-Niang and the eldest brother say that it would be a great thing to be able to contact the sixth mother of the Zhen family. ”

"Contact me?" It is surprising that the village woman also had such a vision. But Yuan Lingjun, who was involved, didn't seem to think about the deeper meaning, but just nodded approvingly, "What your aunt said is right." ”

Yuan Lingjun rubbed the top of Zhao Siniang's hair, Siniang turned her head and laughed with a grin: "The eldest brother is also very concerned about this matter, and agreed with A-Niang's mention ......."

Zhao Siniang did not continue, but carefully observed the other party's expression. Yuan Ling was puzzled, revealing a puzzled look.

When Zhao Siniang was also entangled, Yuan Lingjun suddenly kneaded her face, and the little girl dodged very quickly, and flattened her mouth unhappily: "Don't pinch it, don't pinch it, it's not good to become a big steamed cake!" ”

The two walked to the courtyard of the Zhao family, Zhao Siniang's eyes lit up, and she spread her feet and ran into the house.

"Auntie, I can smell the sugar."

"Just your nose spirit, what about the person who let you pick it up?" The woman's strange voice came from the house.

"I'll sue you if you give me sugar."

The guest who was abandoned by the little girl was standing in the courtyard at this moment, looking around.

The weather was very hot, the sun was still dazzling, and Yuan Lingjun put his hands on his forehead to build a tent.

This is the first time that Yuan Lingjun came to the Zhao family as a guest, the Zhao family's house is much more spacious than the Zhong family, the roof is covered with cyan tiles, the flat front yard, a row of white fruit trees in front of the door, the leaves are emerald green, the growth is quite good, there are wild grasses on the gentle slope behind the white fruit trees, among which there are two plants with pink flowers, which are particularly eye-catching against the background of a piece of green. Yuan Lingjun pulled her hair behind her back, pulled her sleeves up to her forearms, and carefully climbed to the slope, wanting to pick one to play, her fingers just touched the branch and a bloody hole was pierced, she bit her fingertips and looked closer, there were tiny thorns on the branch.

"It's a prickly pear, and it bears fruit in autumn, and there are many thorns on the outside of the fruit."

No wonder, even the name is intimidating. Yuan Lingjun sat on the mound with his butt and looked at the people.

A teenager with a horn combed also looked at her with curious eyes.

"You are Zhao Dalang?"

"Then you are the sixth mother of the Zhen family?" The person who came was Zhao Dalang, who was talented in Zhen Chuanting's mouth.

Zhao Dalang frowned, ignoring Yuan Lingjun's question very irrationally.

"Listening to your tone, I don't look like Ah Weng?" Yuan Lingjun bent his head and winked at the boy innocently.

Zhao Dalang really didn't believe it, not long ago, there was a whisper of the Zhen family's granddaughter stealing, and at this time, when I saw it, it was an unkempt and disheveled girl, and her image was thousands of miles away from that of women of the same age. Thinking of his mother's temptation of his marriage with the Zhen family, he frequently shook his head and denied it, if he really married such a person who did not know the number of etiquette for a hundred years, he would probably become a laughing stock in the officialdom in the future.

"Please come down and eat, the table is already open." It's really not good. Zhao Dalang dusted off his sleeves and entered the house without looking back.

Before Yuan Lingjun arrived, Zhen Chuanting and the Zhao family's father and son had been talking in the hall.

Zhao Jiagong is a hard-working honest person, and his speech and demeanor are very cramped, but the children under his knees are all shrewd and calculating, like his mother.

When the banquet opened, because of the credit recommended by Zhen Chuanting, he was regarded as a benefactor by the Zhao family and lived in the upper seat, Yuan Lingjun and the three daughters of the Zhao family were arranged to sit at the bottom.

"It's dirty, why don't you wash your hands when you eat it?" At this moment, Zhao Erniang found that Yuan Lingjun had not washed his hands and went to the table to eat, snorted in disgust, and moved the mat far away.

The hall of the poor family is narrow, and everyone can hear it clearly, but Zhen Chuanting, who is the elder of Yuan Lingjun, just smiled and stroked his beard, and there was no displeasure, he did not say a word about Yuan Lingjun's behavior, and there was no sign of reprimanding and rudeness.

The Zhao family fell into an embarrassing situation, and the Zhao family, who was the first to react, secretly glanced at Erniang and signaled not to talk nonsense. Zhao Erniang ignored her mother's warning and took care of her own food.

Yuan Lingjun raised his hand, and sure enough, it was stained with mud. I think I rubbed it when I climbed the slope to pick prickly pear blossoms.

"Grains and grains don't also grow in the soil, and no one dislikes them for not being clean!" Yuan Lingjun glanced at Zhao Erniang, said indifferently, and under the gaze of the three girls, she put her hand on her stomach and rubbed it twice. Zhao Erniang's eyes widened in shock, and this time she sat farther away.

Although it is rare to eat meat once, this feast is really speechless.

On the way back to the old house, the master and apprentice walked side by side, speechless all the way, they didn't say anything unpleasantly, and neither of them spoke first, and the master and apprentice were silent, as if they were making trouble.

"Mingyu, what do you think of Zhao Dalang?" When he was about to arrive at the old mansion, Wang Shi suddenly asked.

"He can't get used to my behavior, and I can't get used to people who are pretentious." From the first time she saw it, and Zhao Erniang's words at the banquet, Zhao Dalang's eyes showed disgust, and she could see it clearly, Zhao Dalang was just a little restrained because of his identity as a scholar, and he was not as obvious as Zhao Erniang.

Zhen Chuanting laughed: "You are indeed too rude. By the way, Daddy Zhao talked to me about Da Lang's marriage today, and deliberately mentioned you, how do you say that you should reply as a teacher. ”

"That's not simple, Wang Shi told the Zhao family truthfully, I am not only a thief, but also a widow, when they hear such an incredible thing, what will their expressions be? I think I must be ashamed to die......" When talking about her deceased husband, Yuan Lingjun did not shy away from taboos at all. She is indeed married, and her husband is indeed dead.

"Don't underestimate Zhao Dalang, this person talks about the head of the national policy, and he is ambitious and ambitious about the fact that Beisai has not been pacified, but his ability is also a bit of kung fu on paper, but he only relies on this bit of kung fu to recommend the teacher, and it is definitely not a thing in the pool, but unfortunately this person is too greedy, and I am afraid that he will be our enemy in the future."

"Having said that, Master Wang didn't also introduce him into calligraphy."

Luring wolves into the house is Zhen Chuanting's usual method, but what will happen in the future is still far away, and there is no ability to avoid it with the ability of unpredictable prophets. Yuan Lingjun just didn't understand where Master Wang's worries came from, his appearance didn't look like he was pity for a rare talent, but as if he was feeling the desolation of the world.

The sky is full of stars, Wu Gang cut down the laurel tree, there are mysterious toads and jade rabbits in the moon, and it is said that there is also a flying immortal named Xi'e. Tomorrow is another sunny day, and what will the chaotic world become?

Yuan Ling counted the stars and turned his head to look at Master Wang. Under the moonlight, Zhen Chuanting's beard trembled slightly, and a few fine silver threads were faintly visible.

At this time, there was a weaving chirp on the ridge, and occasionally one or two frogs jumped lotus.

Yuan Lingjun was in good spirits, and sang "Song of the South Wind" loudly:

"The scent of the south wind can relieve the sorrow of our people. When the south wind blows, it can help the wealth of our people. ”

Zhen Chuanting listened to Yuan Lingjun finish singing, stroked his beard, and sighed into the air.

Are the sons and daughters who defend their homes and defend the country in Beisai also like the subjects of the Jin Kingdom, looking at the clear water and bright moon on the canopy, and missing their relatives in their hometown.

Zhen Chuanting's worries were not reasonable, the Baling messenger sent an urgent letter of 100,000, and Zhen Chuanting had to rush back to Baling overnight. Suddenly, Yuan Lingjun wanted to send Zhao Dalang to study for Wang Shi.

Before leaving, Zhen Chuanting repeatedly explained to Yuan Lingjun, seeing that Yuan Lingjun looked like "the student understands, you can go with confidence", but he really didn't dare to really entrust him.

After Zhen Chuanting left, Yuan Lingjun lay barefoot on the stone cliff to blow the wind.

Huo Min came at this time, Yuan Lingjun turned his head to see that it was the fat man again, closed his eyes, and sighed: "Here it is again, I haven't been in a good mood when I see you recently." Say anything. ”

It hurts to say it so bluntly. Huo Min looked at the woman beside her a little aggrieved, and motioned for her to hurry up and explain to the lord.

"Lord, the little maid is the general's maid, and she came here on the order of the general."

Hearing this, Yuan Lingjun turned over and sat up.

At the side of the round-faced fat man stood a maid in green clothes, who was holding the piano bag obliquely, solemnly and politely.

With green sideburns and a red face, she is indeed a powerful henchman and maid. In order to send a piano, isn't it too serious to let the cronies around you climb mountains and wade through water.

"Okay, follow me."

Huo Min hurriedly went up to put on her shoes.

Descending the cliff and passing through the woods, the last rays of the sky disappeared without a trace.

The three masters and servants walked into the old house with their own concerns. Han Yan held the carefully wrapped lyre onto the wooden table, and the piano bag was stained with grass clippings carried from the mountains and forests.

"The piano has also been delivered, do you want to stay?" As soon as he entered the house, Yuan Lingjun lay down on the straw mat.

Han Yan looked at Yuan Lingjun who didn't care in surprise, and then looked at Huo Min, and stopped talking.

It seemed that they still had something to say in private, and Huo Min withdrew with interest.

The door is open, so that the people in the house can keep track of what is happening outside.

Han Yan knelt at Yuan Lingjun's feet, waved his hands and bowed, his expression was unusually strict.

"On the day of separation, the general once said to the little maid, 'Liuniang is proud, love and hate, will not forgive me, my sister has three, but she has never called her compatriots and sisters, I am unwilling, and helpless, this lyre is left by my mother to Liuniang before her death, it originally belonged to Liuniang, and now she wants it, and it is also returned to the original owner.'" The little maid didn't know the situation back then, but she hoped that the lord would know that the general's heart had always been biased towards the lord, and she just didn't know how to express her mind, so there were many misunderstandings. ”

Yuan Lingjun sat up and listened to Han Yan continue.

"When the little maid and the general parted ways, the general went to the north of Jin, the little maid went to the direction of the East China Sea, this journey is the farthest away since the little maid followed the general, and it is also the most reluctant to go, the little maid has been restless recently, and always feels that this time the order is different, ah...... If the little maid's gaffe is offensive, it is unforgivable, but please give the little maid a death immediately, and the little maid will never complain. After speaking, Han Yan exhaled heavily, relieved, and tears rolled down.

After listening to Han Yan's heartfelt statement, Yuan Ling was speechless. Whether her break with Ling Yan was caused by her own youth or her mother's madness and paranoia is still unsolved.

After being silent for a long time, Yuan Lingjun asked: "Horse...... Li Ciming followed the order to defend the western frontier, is he still in the Longxi mansion? To be honest, I don't want you to help her lie to me. ”

Hearing the name of the male host, Han Yan was in a trance, what should I do at this time? After a short mental struggle, she decided to follow her heart: "Yes, the captain of the horse did not go with him to Beisai. ”

"Ling Yan didn't bring her family with her on this expedition, it's too strange, this is not her usual style." The Lingyan who loved her husband was crazy didn't bring Li Ciming with her, and Yuan Ling couldn't believe that it was true.

At the beginning, the combination of Yuan Lingyan and Li Ciming can be described as a wonderful story of the Southern Dynasty, one is a female general who has been conquering the Southwest Yi tribe all the year round, and the other is the son of a daughter who has read poetry and books. So is the flounder between them really as the folk say about the flounder? I'm afraid not, at least the Han Crab who is his cronies is one of the few people who know.

"You've been with Ling Yan for many years, have you ever heard her sing?"

Yuan Lingjun left Lin'an at the age of eight, and he never heard the singing of Lingyan again, and such a woman had two preferences - fighting and singing.

"The general can't sing, and the little maid hasn't heard the general sing." Han Yan's answer was unexpected.

"What's the matter, your general's songs are as good as her ability to fight, in Lin'an, she had to sing a song before every expedition, she said that if she can't come back one day, her family will remember her singing, and forget the fact that she died. You're her most trusted envoy, so you don't even know this. ”

If the Yuan Ling banquet in the southwest of the famous town can't sing, no one in the world will be able to sing. Yuan Lingjun curled his knuckles, lightly knocked on the wooden table and sang:

"The fire flows in July, and the clothes are given in September. One day is hairy, and the second day is fierce. If you have no clothes and no brown, why do you die? The third day is in the shackles, and the fourth day is the toe. With my wife and son, I am in the south of the country. Tian Zhen is happy. ”

Han Yan didn't know why, her eyes glanced out the door over and over again. Under the eaves, the old swallow flew back to the mound with a few young birds.

The swallow returned home, and the sky was getting darker and darker. Han Yan was anxious.

"Don't worry, I'll talk about it when I'm done. The woman's heart is sad, and she and her son return together......"

Yuan Lingjun sang a few words and felt strange and boring, so he stopped tapping on the wooden table: "That's it, Han Yan, when you get to Beisai, you sing to her, let her listen to Lin'an's voice." We...... It's been a long time since we've seen each other. ”

"The little maid will obey." Han Yan hesitated for a moment, then rolled his sleeves and looked up in shock.

If she was not mistaken, just now, a trace of water flashed on the face of this young gentleman who was recognized as hard-hearted.