Guantao Pavilion is a good place, people who understand know that the king of Jin only needs to sit in the attic for a day, you can know whether the people's livelihood is suffering, and the true temperament of the people who often gather in the attic, talk about the current situation and dare to tell the truth, will not flatter anyone, will not smear anyone for no reason.

The attic was built for 30 years, built so far there is a hundred years long, the Emperor Taishang once opened the road widely, set up the Guantao Pavilion as a place to gather virtuous people, the door is like a city, express the chest for the Jin people, state the opinions. Nowadays, few people mention King Changshan again.

Yuan Lingjun has been very low-key since entering Beijing, and the officials who have suffered her losses want to take the opportunity to find fault with her, and it is also seamless to find her, thinking that where there is Changshan Wang, there will be excitement, but now the limelight has shifted to Xu Chunyue, the seventh mother of the Xu family.

This lady of the Xu family is not young, and she has been an old girl in ordinary people's families for a whole decade, but the Xu family has an ambiguous attitude, and it seems that they have not considered this matter when they mean it, and only blindly urge Xu Chunyue to work hard to make achievements in political affairs.

As a person concerned, how will Xu Chunyue understand her father's teachings?

She is a strange woman, but the legend is not in her talent and ability to make decisions on government affairs, but in her indifference to getting older and not yet deciding on marriage, almost pure-hearted, and detached from the mortal world. As time went by, there were fewer and fewer families who came to the door to ask for marriage, and people seemed to have forgotten her flesh and blood and worshiped her as a statue of Guanyin Buddha.

In just a few months, she has been in the limelight, and people talk about her talent, all of which are pretentious, dull and boring, and it is good to have a good hand, and the traces of deliberateness are obvious, and it is actually unworthy of the name to call her a talented girl.

Because it is from the handwriting of Fengyang Pavilion, even if the graffiti work has rich businessmen throwing thousands of dollars, several children of the family are jealous and noisy for a few copies of the copy, making trouble, and making Guantao Pavilion into a miasma.

Qu Yi is a gentle and generous man with no temper, and he also makes these young people who have nothing to do quarrel like a fight, so they think that they will not come in the future, and they are very troubled.

He talked with his former comrades for a long time, said goodbye in the attic, braved the sudden light rain and returned to the museum, and met a lone boy on the way back, the boy happily called his uncle, and Qu Yi fished the boy on the horse.

A rain, Lin'an City was completely shrouded in twilight, and pedestrians on the road hurriedly returned.

"Stop, stop." There was a shout from the carriage hurrying in the wind and rain, and the coachman hurriedly stopped the carriage on the side of the road.

Princess Yang Zhai, who was sitting in the car and scratching her liver, lay in front of the car door and vomited, suffocating her beautiful face to black blue and purple, and her forehead and cheeks were flushed abnormally.

When she finished vomiting, the nightmare of the servants and maidservants came. Princess Yang Zhai instructed the maid to wipe the stains on her clothes, and scolded the coachman for driving too fast, and the bumps were so violent that her internal organs were stirring, and the discomfort at this time was due to the coachman's blindness.

The princess still wants to scold and scold, and the servants and maids keep their mouths tightly shut. It's too much to say and be wrong, the servants of the princess's mansion have long been accustomed to the temperamental and violent princess Yang Zhai. In the past, adults only used Changshan King to scare children, but now the eldest princess of Yangzhai is raising noodles in the house, and her reputation is more infamous than that of Changshan King, so the adults said to their children: "If you are disobedient, you will be sent to the princess's mansion as a servant, and she will eat you if you cry." ”

The slave drenched his head and shoulders in the rain and said nothing. Yang Zhai scolded bored, slowly retracted into the car, and slumped into the arms of a man whose hands and feet were locked on all fours.

The car started slowly, and the rain spread out between heaven and earth like a huge curtain.

Yang Zhai looked at the scenery outside the window, and the long eyelashes of the feathers flew up and down lightly and rhythmically.

At this moment, the body of the man next to him suddenly underwent a terrifying change, his bones supported the muscles of **, and a terrifying killing aura invaded Yang Zhai's soft skin.

"At that time, the rain was much heavier than it is today, but my mother was still in a hurry, and my father did not tell me where to go. I don't seem to have seen her for many years, I heard the old people in the palace say that she died a long time ago, and some people say that she escaped, I hate the last statement, I would rather she was really dead, I miss her when she died, but she abandoned me and ran away as if she had never seen her. As I said, she would not be a woman like her, and that the royal family should accept and enjoy her wealth and honor, and it would be foolish to give up the power at her fingertips. ”

Yang Zhai's smiling face glowed pale, and his eyes were actually a little moist. She said, "It's raining heavily. Hu Ji, you want to kill? ”

"No, monarch, the villain is trapped by your golden chains, and his sword cannot be drawn." The man sneered.

"Lies sound very annoying. You resent me in your heart and wanted to kill me. But you can't kill it, because you don't have the courage to kill yet. ”

Yang Zhai didn't look at the expression of the person behind him, and he also knew that he was sarcastic and had a knife hidden in his smile. But she just loves to see him look helpless.

"Look at the girl who is running wildly, her long hair, like ink and clouds, if it grows on my head, it is completely different, it must be more beautiful." The princess gently raised her charming eyes, leaned lazily against the window, and looked at a young girl running in the rain in the distance, and said confidently to her face.

According to her methods, Yang Zhai would definitely invite the girl to get in the car for a meeting, and then have someone cut off her hair and drive her out of the car.

The princess said lightly, "The rain is wet." ”

Why can she block the wind and rain, but the girl lets the wind and rain blow? Because she is a cloud in the sky, and the girl is a lowly commoner like a quagmire, how can she be compared with the emperor of a dynasty. Her innate sense of superiority made her eyes look high and disdain to look down at the dust.

The drizzle flew obliquely, and the rain that drifted into the car wet Yang Zhai's forehead, and the man's expressionless face was hidden in the dark corner.

"Tongqing is coming back, and this year is more lively than usual." She curled her lips and smiled as she watched a red horse emerge from the rain.

The young man reined and urged the horse, rushing through the rain, the coarse soap-colored crane brocade robe floated in the air, the two sleeves were blowing, and the posture was tall and proud, like a silent blooming orchid, extremely beautiful and peerless. He seemed to sense Yang Zhai's gaze and glanced over here.

Whose son-in-law Mo is up?

Yang Zhai quickly pulled the curtain open. The horses shrank into small dots and disappeared at the end of the rain and mist.

She seemed to think of something, and her charming face suddenly became distorted and hideous.

Soon after Qu Yi returned to the annex, Yuan Lingjun also returned from the palace, and the 90,000 who went with her endured her complaints along the way very hard, and her whole face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

The son was bathing and changing clothes, and Kunjiao asked the maid to carry the food table to the main room.

As soon as Yuan Lingjun entered with his front foot, a Lingxiu general horned boy jumped in from outside the door, holding a grasshopper woven with palm leaves, and shouted in his mouth: "Uncle, I can weave grasshoppers, do you see if this one I make up is better than yours, huh-"

"Good boy!" Yuan Lingjun pulled him in front of him, snatched the grasshopper's hand and hid it behind his back, and then looked at Xiao Tong with his eyes, startled: "You are Lian Ying!" You've grown so tall, and the cold mantis have fed you well. ”

Doesn't sound like a good word.

Lian Ying grinned and knelt down to make a bow: "Ying greets the sixth aunt." ”

He behaved calmly and calmly, and the little boy who cried at every turn at that time was almost like two people.

Thinking of his stupid appearance before, Yuan Lingjun was overjoyed, stood up with his collar, dragged him to the mattress on the side and sat down: "Learn those false etiquette, you come here, and my aunt will catch up with you." ”

After bathing, Qu Yi came in, one big and one small, while using the meal, and had a heated discussion on how to make big grasshoppers and big grasshoppers.

If you don't take the meal seriously, you shouldn't teach Lianying to weave grasshoppers. Qu Yi took down all the grasshoppers with different shapes but rough weaving on the table, in exchange for the two of them blowing their eyes and staring.

Qu Yi tugged at the corners of his lips: "After the meal, I will teach you two to weave grasshoppers." ”

As soon as the words fell, the two looked at each other and smiled, and quickly lowered their heads to dig hard.