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If in the future, Shen Bishui hurts himself because of Song Cong's affairs, Xu Jian can stop Shen Bishui.

Even if it is in an arrogant and unreasonable way, it is better than putting Shen Bishui in danger.

Yun Yi did this, which really put Shen Bishui in a safe situation.

And Yun Yi has nothing to do with Shen Bishui, and the reason why he is so careful about Shen Bishui is only Ping Yao.

The sky is blue and the clouds are quiet.

Yun Yi spoke: "There is a persimmon orchard in the western suburbs of Pingyang City, do you want to pick persimmons?" Distracted? ”

Ping Yao was a little moved, she hadn't gone out to play for a long time.

However, she refused to travel with Yun Yi.

Ping Yao shook her head: "I'm not going." ”

"That persimmon orchard is next to Chunyang Lake. In the evening, there are people preparing poetry drinks by the lake, which is very lively. ”

Ping Yao was even more excited. Heartbeat refused: "I won't go with you." ”

She can go with Xuezhu.

Yun Yi was quite regretful: "Forget it." ”

Every year in the golden autumn, the crab harvest season, a seven-day poetry party will be held by Chunyang Lake.

I heard that in those seven days, the talented and famous people of Pingyang City will pass. The scene was very lively.

When Yun Yi talked to Ping Yao, the poetry party had been held for four days.

Ping Yao thought about it, and simply passed on the last day. On the last day, there will be an end party.

Lianqiao came back from Yunwu Mountain, saying that his ancestor and his old man went out to play, leaving him alone. He was idle and bored, and he heard that Pingyang City has been very lively recently, so he came over to join in the fun.

On the last day of the Chunyang Lake Poetry Reception, Ping Yao took Lianqiao and Xuezhu and went over to play.

Depart in the morning and arrive at a temple next to Chunyang Lake at noon, where you will rest.

Recently, there have been many people visiting the lake, and many people have settled in the temple.

But Ping Yao was lucky to grab the last courtyard.

Time is relaxed. The three of them ate and took a nap. In the afternoon, the monks of the temple took them around the temple and finally took them to the persimmon garden and told them to pick persimmons.

The garden is lively.

You can see some monks everywhere, some young ladies who have been raised in the boudoir for a long time, and a group of merry teenagers, noisily picking persimmons under the persimmon tree.

They were all weak teenagers, and some of them couldn't even lift the pole to pick persimmons, let alone break off the branches.

Many persimmons were hit by the dangling pole in the young lady's hand, and fell under the tree and fell to pieces.

Lianqiao looked at it and couldn't help but say to the monk behind him: "Sure enough, the monks are compassionate. ”

Ping Yao stopped to look at the bridge.

How can a monk be compassionate and compassionate?

Lianqiao continued: "There are so many people, how many persimmons have been spoiled by them." Persimmons are not just something you can get without money. Thanks to the fact that this is the garden of your monastery, if you want other gardeners, you have to ask them for money. ”

Ping Yao: "・・・・・・"

Young man, do you want to be so naïve? Here are the relatives of some nobles, and donating some incense money is enough for ordinary people to spend half a year. What is it to drop some persimmons?

The monk laughed, his smile was extremely stiff, and he chanted twice: "Amitabha." ”

I guess it's also a weak heart.

was said by Lianqiao, Ping Yao remembered the incense money she donated.

Therefore, pick up the persimmons, especially fast and accurate.

In the garden, many eunuchs and ladies, carrying baskets, leisurely played in the persimmon garden.

When passing by Pingyao, they would all exclaim: "The girl is so amazing, she picked so much, how did you pick it, look at me, I can't pick it off." ”

Ping Yao looked at the girl's basket, there were only three or four, and she was indeed a little pitiful.

Ping Yao thought about the incense money of those girls, and felt that they should pick more in order to be worthy of those incense money.

So Ping Yao was kind and stood under the tree to teach those girls how to pick persimmons.

Ping Yao said and did as he spoke. After picking two persimmons, she looked back and was startled.

Originally, there were only two girls under the tree, and I don't know when there were a few more, but seven or eight girls surrounded her and listened to her teach her how to pick persimmons.

Ping Yao didn't care.

She looked at the two girls and asked, "Do you understand?" ”

The two girls shook their heads blankly, their big eyes blinking.

This kind of thing still has to be practiced. Ping Yao handed them the pole: "You try it first, and I'll teach you later." ”

The two girls looked at each other for a moment, and a girl in purple took the pole.

Ping Yao taught her: "Have you seen those two persimmons?" Insert the pole's card slot into the twig. ”

The girl in purple supported the willow in the weak wind, holding a bamboo pole in both hands, swaying in the autumn wind.

Ping Yao held the pole and helped her jam the branch.

"Then go around in circles and break the branches."

The girl in purple struggled to turn the bamboo pole. The bamboo pole is too long, and the upper part is shaking, and it does not obey the call. After a few turns, the branches did not turn, and the girl in purple put down her hand tiredly.

"No, my arm is so sore. I can't move. ”

Ping Yao has never been an ancient lady. In modern times, although she was rich, she was not in a slave society, and she had to do a lot of heavy work by herself. Not to mention in ancient times, it was common to practice martial arts and lie in bed tired and unable to move.

Ping Yao thought about the fact that Lin Daiyu would be tired from pinching needles and doing needlework, and felt that it was not uncommon for these ladies to not be able to pick persimmons.

She looked at the purple-clothed girl's companion again, and a girl with freckles on her cheeks asked, "Would you like to try it?" ”

"Me?" The freckled girl was a little embarrassed, "Well, I'll try it." ”

As a result, the girl still couldn't turn the pole.

Ping Yao stepped forward, grabbed the pole and turned it slightly. There was a crisp click, the branches snapped, and the two red persimmons were torn off.

"Wow, that's amazing, I really took it off!"

Ping Yao was taken aback.

Turning around, the girls behind her looked at her with adoration.

Ping Yao: "・・・・・・"

It's just a persimmon pick, do you want to do this?

Then I only heard the girl in purple sigh: "But why can't I take it off?" My strength is too small, and my mother always says that I don't know anything, isn't it stupid? ”

A girl who seemed to be a girl said, "Miss hasn't done this again." Besides, what does the young lady want to do with such a lot of strength, anyway, there are subordinates. Girl's family, it's good to be soft and weak. ”

Ping Yao: "・・・・・・"

Forget it, these are all young ladies with princess lives, and some princess lives are nothing.

Ping Yao walked away with the basket.

Took two steps and turned back again. "Give me my pole."

She's going to keep picking it.

Ping Yao left without saying a word, and turned back to ask for a pole, looking at it in the eyes of others, as if she was angry.

The girl in purple and the girl in freckles glanced at each other, and the girl in purple opened her mouth cautiously: "Girl, are you angry?" I'm sorry, I really just want you to tell me how to pick persimmons, I didn't mean to say that you have a lot of strength. ”

The voice was tactful, with three points of fear, three points of weakness, and four points of grievance.

Weak, people can't help but want to help her.

The onlookers began to talk.

"Miss Su didn't mean to. We're all just like you, we can't do this kind of thing. The girl ring next to you must know that she is just telling the truth. ”

There is also a girl who apologizes to Ping Yao instead of the girl in purple: "Girl, maybe what Miss Su said inadvertently hurt you." Miss Su has always been kind and outspoken, she can't hide anything, don't be surprised. This kind of thing is really a bit reluctant for Miss Su. ”

Since ancient times, wicked people have come from Yahuan. Another girl said fiercely: "Miss, what are you sorry for?" People like her, who are used to doing rough work, naturally don't know that the ladies can't even bring washing water at home. She deliberately humiliated you, and she should apologize to you. ”

was quarreled by these girls, and the tourists in the garden gathered.

The scene suddenly became very lively.

But the situation is clear.

The garden is full of young ladies, and they are all a group of young ladies whose princesses are extremely ill.

Although the princess disease is not used to the princess disease, when facing the other class of people who can withdraw their own nobility, they all tacitly unite the front.

Otherwise, it is the young lady's maid ring, and she wants to help their young lady raise her identity.

Again, it's a lively boy.

Ping Yao was surrounded by a group of young ladies who were sick with a princess.

The ladies want to pretend to be weak, and they all look pitiful with tears rippling in their eyes.

The maids want to pretend to be murderers, and they all look sharp and brutal, with their hands on their waists.

Ping Yao: "・・・・・・"

A bunch of silly x.

Ping Yao opened his mouth slowly: "I ask you something. ”

What Ping Yao looked at was the group of young ladies.

The "empathetic" ladies nodded with tears in their eyes.

There is also a group of noble young masters in their prime who are watching, and they will definitely give Ping Yao the right to defend.

Ping Yao asked with a light smile: "Relying on my parents, I don't have to sit and eat and wait for death, and I have to rely on being fed by others for the rest of my life, is it a very proud thing?" ”

The tearful ladies were stunned for a moment.

The onlookers were also stunned.

"Have you ever thought about it. Without these monks, without your maid rings, what would you do when you want to eat persimmons one day? Are you just squatting under the tree and waiting for the persimmon to fall in your mouth? ”

"Take stupidity to show off, I don't know whose sorrow."

"You, you ・・・・・・" A young lady was angered by Ping Yao's words, her face turned red, and she didn't care about her identity, and scolded Ping Yao, "It's because you have a low status, so you can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour!" ”

Ping Yao smiled and fanned the air: "It's so sour." ”

Naturally, it wasn't her.

A sharp-toothed little girl scolded Ping Yao: "What do you know, our young lady was born to be the life of the young lady, and she was born to be happy." This is just your self-soothing rhetoric, you! ”

Ping Yao looked at the little girl with a flat face.

She had been smiling all the time, and when she was quiet like this, it instantly made people feel a little worried.

Ping Yao looked down at his basket and picked out a persimmon from the basket.

The persimmon is ripe, and the pits inside can be seen in the sunlight.

Ping Yao lightly swept the persimmon in her hand, and then smashed it on the little girl's face accurately.

Yahuan was stunned.

The ladies were also confused.

The crowd of onlookers was stunned.

This is too tasteless, right?

Ping Yao slowly left with the basket.

"You yourself feel lowly, and I have no problem calling yourself a lowly servant. But not everyone thinks they are as lowly as you are. Everyone has a life? Then you can be your maid. In the next life, in the next life, continue to be your maid. ”

Leaving behind a stunned crowd.

The wind blows, bringing up a fallen leaf.

The girl who was beaten suddenly cried. The cry was accompanied by the autumn wind, which was extremely miserable.

A young lady said, "Who is this person?" Too much deception. ”

"Ask the monks of the temple to see if they know?"

A monk who was standing here just now and watched, said, "This donor seems to live in Ruoshui Temple. ”

Another monk said: "Ruoshui Courtyard, isn't that the courtyard set by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou?" ”

Speaking of Yun Yi, the people who were still indignant and ready to seek justice suddenly extinguished their arrogance.

Everyone knows that the son of the Da Sima family was forced to admit his mistake in front of the prince's mansion because he bullied the concubine of the prince of the Great Zhou.

is still the son of the Da Sima family, because he robbed the girl with the prince of Da Zhou, he was kicked downstairs directly, and now he is still hiding at home and does not dare to go out to meet people.

As soon as they heard that Ping Yao was from the Prince's Mansion, who would do anything to provoke them.

"But," a girl said softly, "it turns out that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty likes that kind of woman?" ”

The kind of woman who is infinitely powerful and brutal and willful?

The male compatriots present looked at each other, and they all got the same answer from each other's eyes: like!

That girl just now, is she prettier than everyone here combined? Who cares what her personality is, as long as she looks good. It's so superficial.

Ping Yao carried the basket and walked to the depths of the persimmon orchard.

There is a fenced yard and the yard is clean and clear. There is a simple wooden sign hanging on the house, with four words in bold font: winding paths lead to seclusion.

The yard was quiet and no one was seen. Ping Yao pushed open the fence door and walked into the courtyard.

A white figure came out of the room.

Ping Yao looked at the person in front of the courtyard gate, and his face sank: "Why are you here?" ”

Yun Yi smiled: "If I'm not mistaken, this place, I told you, right?" ”

The place of Persimmon Garden was indeed mentioned by Yun Yi to Ping Yao.

Only then did Ping Yao understand that Yun Yi was fighting this idea.

As soon as Ping Yao was about to leave, he heard Yun Yi say, "Since you're here, just sit here for a while and have a cup of tea." There are also some freshly dried persimmons, would you like to try them? ”

The weather turned cold, and Ping Yao turned cold outside. It's also good to have a cup of hot tea to get rid of the air conditioner.

Ping Yao sat down in the courtyard.

It was evening, and Ping Yao was also hungry. The owner of the yard served two or three more snacks, with the cow **, and the right to make dinner.

"When did you get here?"

Yun Yi said: "It's been here a long time ago." But I didn't go to the temple and stayed here all the time. (To be continued.) )