When Qi Yan revealed what had happened since the southward migration, the sunset outside the window was falling, reflecting the sky red, Yang Xiu's face was already deep, he clenched his fists, and a smile rose between his lips and said: "Okay, these people are taking advantage of my absence to bully my sister like this!" ”

As soon as he turned around, a sentence overflowed from his lips: "Tomorrow, I will send Jingmo out for Sister A, once this matter is over, we will start from the beginning!" ”

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She hurriedly led the words elsewhere: "When the girl left, she said that she would return to the house before Sister Jingmo got married, and she would definitely rush back." ”

Yang Xiu's small palms were clenched, he was too weak, still too weak. When will he be able to fully protect his sister?

The next morning, a light fog shrouded the river.

At Jinling Ferry, a flat boat docked slowly on the shore.

From the boat, several scholars flew down.

"It's really annoying to be back in the world. A five-short figure and a scholar in a linen robe said aloud, habitually untying the wine gourd at his waist.

"I finally rushed back, and I have to send Jingmo to marry today." "A glamorous girl, she has a graceful figure, wearing a blue right collar long skirt, hanging beard and big sleeves, the lower skirt is dragging the ground, and a pair of shining beautiful eyes are slightly flowing, which is a unique flow in it.

A young man in brocade clothes, his face was like a crown of jade, and he smiled warmly: "Isn't this rushing back?" ”

"Ah Yu! The song "Song of the Hanging Stream into the Forest" has already composed the lyrics, and this is a note for you. The middle-aged man with a magnificent face handed the girl a thick piece of bamboo paper.

The girl raised her lips and smiled, "Thank you, Brother Ruan." She held the note in her hand, like a jewel.

When passers-by saw this scene, they couldn't help but stop and watch.

Those scholars, Xiao Xiao Susu, are hearty and clear. That girl, beautiful, elegant, these people are in one place, just standing there, but also a celebrity and gentleman, see these people, only know what is the wind and dust.

Several people got into the carriage one after another, and the carriage parted outside the city.

It wasn't until the carriage disappeared that the crowd who had stopped to watch slowly woke up.

I don't know who shouted: "Princess Qinxian Pavilion has returned to Jinling!" ”

Another person shouted, "Could it be that the girl is the princess of Qinxian Pavilion?" Those scholars are the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest whose whereabouts are a mystery? ”

"It's her! ”

"It must be! ”

On this day, as soon as Yang Yu arrived at Jinling Ferry, the news spread all over Jinling City like a wildfire.

As soon as I saw this ferry, the appearance of Yang Yu and the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest was spread more and more, as if these people had transcended the world and had become immortals. The name of the Eight Sages of the Bamboo Forest, just like that, spread in the city.

The carriage pressed over the bluestone road and slowly entered the alley on the north bank of Huaishui.

Looking at the joy around him, Yang Yu couldn't help but raise his lips and smile.

"Thank you. Yang Yu whispered thanks to the driver.

The coachman raised his lips and smiled: "It is the glory of Lao Suo to be able to take a girl for a ride." After speaking, Lao Suo drove back to Yanqi Mountain.

There were a few knocks on the door, the servants opened the door, and the courtyard became lively again.

Yang Yu was in a hurry to see Jingmo, and without saying a few words, he went to see the bride surrounded by all the servants.

"Girl! You're back! Jingmo was kneeling in front of the dresser, dressed in pure clothes, which made the already beautiful Jingmo even more delicate.

The pure jacket is a black deep coat, with a collar on the right side, large sleeves, a lower skirt and instep, a dark red paper pattern embroidered on the neckline and skirt, and a dark red black belt tied around the waist. This garment is a weekly comatose garment.

Because of Yang Guchen's official residence in the history of Sikong Ling, ranking at the rank of a sergeant, and marrying a knight's suit, as Yang Guchen's woman, Jingmo had to abandon the big red cloud brocade prepared by Yang Yu for her, and marry in pure clothes.

"Don't get up. Yang Yu held Jingmo with his hand, and the two sat down.

"I said, I'll come back and marry you."

Jingmo was originally a little sad, the people around her were all close relatives, and then she was even more moved when she saw that the master rushed back for her, and in an instant, her eyes were full of tears: "What kind of virtue did the slave cultivate in his previous life, and he can live so smoothly in this life." The girl was so kind to Jingmo that Jingmo was ashamed. ”

Yang Yu was also a little sad by her, and only patted her shoulder and said, "This is what you deserve." She paused slightly, remembering her previous life, Jingmo was committed to the rickety old man for a bun, and the tears in her eyes couldn't be stopped, she cried and laughed: "I owe you a lifetime of stability and a marriage." ”

"Girl, where did you start talking?" ”

Yang Yu shook his head slightly, and blessed from the bottom of his heart: "Jingmo, I wish you and your cousin to raise their eyebrows and spend a full moon." ”

"Yes. ”

"If your cousin dares to be disrespectful to you, he must tell me." ”

"Yes. ”

"If possible, don't let him take a concubine." ”

Jing Mo was surprised: "Which Lang Jun can face one person for the rest of his life?" ”

Yang Yu said with a smile: "The word love, with the heart as the left, and the green as the right." Therefore, only a clear heart is called love. If you hug the left and the right, half-heartedly, how can you be worthy of love? ”

"Yes. Jingmo lowered her head slightly: "The girl regards Jingmo as her own sister, otherwise, where is there anyone who teaches her cousin not to take a concubine." ”

Yang Yu smiled narrowly: "Cousin-in-law is in a hurry? ”

"Girl! ”

Yang Yu smiled and said, "After today, you should call me Ah Mei." ”

Jingmo shook his head and said, "How dare you?" The slave is speechless, and the girl can't be serious! ”

"Yang Guchen is my cousin, you are his wife, naturally my cousin-in-law, you are no longer a slave, and you can no longer be arrogant." If others despise you, you will despise you and go back, from today onwards, you are a scholar's wife, stand up! ”

Jingmo remembered that every time Yang Yu was trapped, his straight waistline was as straight as pine and bamboo, and distress appeared in his eyes.

"Girl. ”

"Sister! ”

A familiar and unfamiliar shout behind him.

Yang Yu turned his head suddenly.

"Ah, Ah Xiu? ”

Yang Yu's shock was indescribable, the tears that had just stopped flashed out again, she hugged Yang Xiu, and said lovingly: "Ah Xiu, my Ah Xiu is back." ”

The person beside him was the closest person in the world, and he sniffed the unique fragrance of Yang Yu deeply, and warm tears fell on his hair.

"Sister, I'm back. You okay? ”

Yang Yu let go of Yang Xiu, looked up and down, and the more he looked, the more he felt that his brother was handsome and extraordinary, and he was clear.

"Sister is naturally good, what about you?" Who did you meet? What happened? Can Kong Lao's body be tough? Is the spirit still strong? When Yang Yu opened his mouth, the questions became a string, and Yang Xiu smiled and answered them one by one.

My own sister, no matter how different she is, is just a little girl who loves to cry, Yang Xiu smiled happily.

"I went to the thirty-seven Hu people and persuaded them not to participate in the war, Kong Lao's body is better than before, and he is very good." ”

"Hu tribe? The Hu people Yang Yu saw were all wolf-like people, and when he heard Yang Xiu's words at this moment, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Yang Xiu didn't care, waved his hand and said: "Most of the Hu people invaded the Central Plains, however, the people of the small tribe were kind and simple, and after the persuasion of Confucius Lao and me, there were thirty-seven tribes who took the initiative to retreat outside the Central Plains. ”

Yang Xiu's words are so easy, but Yang Yu can perceive one or two of the hardships, tongue, courage, and urgency, which one can do it without it?

She pursed her lips and smiled, and subconsciously stroked the top of Yang Xiu's head: "Ah Xiu has benevolence and virtue, but he can bear a heavy burden. ”

As he was talking, Qi Yan came in with an old woman outside the door. (To be continued.) )