Since the Taoist priest disappeared, the people of the Song Mansion didn't care about those words, after all, it had been more than a year, and Miss Yan was still doing well in the mansion, but the troupe had become the biggest taboo in the Song Mansion. Originally, during the New Year's holidays, Mrs. Song would arrange for the troupe to enter the house to sing a few big operas, adding excitement to the whole mansion, but as soon as the dead Taoist priest made trouble, the troupe became a taboo, not to mention inviting the troupe to sing, and everything with the word "play" became a taboo, such as the five poultry operas.

Just after the first month, there is still a thin layer of snow on the ground, and the red plums on the branches are still blooming. Looking at this cluster of red plums from afar, like red agate, the green leaves have become jade, embellishing this red agate. Mrs. Song likes magnolias, thinks it is a noble thing, but does not like red magnolias, thinks that it is charming and has a high appearance, and feels a little conflicted, so she only planted magnolia in the yard. The magnolia tree is bare, only flowers and no leaves, and the moon-white magnolia is on the tree, like a girl with a hairpin full of hostas.

Mrs. Song's house is burning charcoal, wisps of heat fluttering upward, smoking the room warm, from time to time there is a wisp of fragrant fragrance wafting out, not like the usual incense, there is a deliberate fragrance. This fragrance seems to have moved the small garden into the house, with both the elegant magnolia in spring and the faint lotus fragrance in summer, combined with the elegant jasmine fragrance in autumn. Humanity is that there is no zinnia red flower, but this fragrance can be smelled in all seasons, so it should be named "zinnia".

Mrs. Song was sitting on a chair, eating snacks, counting the expenses of the house this month. When people are over thirty, they become more and more calm and generous. I also know more and more about maintenance, this day is still a little cold, so I took the rabbit hair with a big pearl in the middle to wipe the forehead to protect the important acupuncture points of the bamboo forehead from the cold, looking plain, but it is also clean and elegant, a little more dignified. Song Yuzhi sat on the knitted carpet sold by Persian merchants and played with pony cotton toys. She's also a smart child, and she knows when it's time to be noisy and when to be quiet. At this time, Mrs. Song was settling accounts, so she sat quietly on the knitted carpet and played with toys.

The little guy at the door opened the autumn fragrant moire cotton curtain and announced from outside: "Madam, the master is here." As soon as he finished speaking, Song Chenglin came in, and Mrs. Song ordered the maid next to her to accept the account book, so she went up, took off his dark cloak, and said softly: "Master, you are here."

When she saw Song Chenglin coming, she ran up, stretched out her arms, and said glutinously: "Daddy, Yuzhi wants to hug."

Looking at the cute little daughter, Song Chenglin smiled with relief, he touched Song Yuzhi's head, and said softly: "Our Yuzhi has grown taller again." As he spoke, he picked up Song Yuzhi, shook it, and said to Mrs. Song next to him with a smile: "It's also a lot heavier." Now you can start preparing the dowry, and when Yuzhi and Lu are ready, you will marry Yuzhi in a beautiful way. ”

When Mrs. Song heard this, she lowered her head shyly, her cheeks flushed slightly, and whispered in Song Chenglin's ear: "Master, all this is too early, Yuzhi is still young."

Song Chenglin held Song Yuzhi with one hand, looked at the petite daughter in his arms with a smile, bowed to the other hand, and denied: "Time flies quickly, I still feel that Yuzhi was still that wrinkled little baby yesterday, and suddenly she was already puffed, and she looked like a little beauty." In a flash, it may be the age to get married, so it's better to prepare early. ”

Song Chenglin walked to the inner room with Song Yuzhi and Mrs. Song in one hand and sat on the pear wood chairs on both sides of the table. Song Yuzhi sat on Song Chenglin's lap, reached out and took a piece of pea yellow on the table, and sat on Song Chenglin's lap and quietly took a small bite of pea yellow.

Mrs. Song made a cup of tea for Song Chenglin, and Song Chenglin took the teacup with the tea and drank it. Mrs. Song was a little happy when she saw Song Chenglin today, thinking that maybe Song Chenglin would agree, so she whispered: "The concubine wants to be hotter again, so she will take it back to her parents' house to save her relatives. Yuzhi is still young, and she can't do without her mother, and it's good to meet her grandfather, many people love her. ”