Sending away Gu Shi and the king of Qinghe, Shang Cheng returned home. He drank a lot of wine, and rode back and forth under the scorching sun of early summer, and the sun was steaming vigorously, and he sweated all over his body inside and outside, and his drunken drunkenness faded a lot.

When he got home, his two women, Sang Xiu and Zhennu, had already prepared hot water for him. He took a beautiful hot bath, changed into clean clothes, kicked a pair of lazy cloth shoes, held a volume of "The Art of War" in his hand, and walked to the dripping eaves in front of the hall.

Quiet in the courtyard. The sun had turned west, and the jagged rockery in the courtyard was reflected in a long shadow, dragging all the way to the eaves. A flower garden under the rockery, the green grass carpet is dotted with colorful small flowers. The little flower cat, who didn't know where the real slave had picked it up, was now lying on all fours in the grass with its round belly puffed out, snoring comfortably. A few sparrows jumped up and down on the rockery, chirping from time to time, as if to discuss whether the little flower cat could allow them to go down to find food......

With a smile of contentment, as usual, he sat down on the bamboo recliner under the dripping eaves.

A pot of fresh tea soup had been placed on the small table next to the chaise longue, and the white steam of boiling water rose from the spout of the pot, pulled out a straight line, and gradually disappeared into the air. Next to the copper kettle for tea, there is a porcelain pot with a jade pattern on a blue background, and a mess of light white spots crawls all over the blue-gray wall. He sat down, didn't busy reading a book, and poured himself a cup of tea soup first. The clear tea soup poured from the spout into the porcelain cup, and the pot immediately steamed; When the tea was nearly two-thirds of the way through, he stopped the pot and waited with interest for the moment when all the wonders were changing...... The tea soup in the cup gradually calmed down, and a layer of white mist floated on the water. He exhaled softly, and the fog vapor gathered together dispersed at once, and at this moment, the jade-colored stripes that originally seemed to be flaws on the porcelain bowl suddenly gathered together, turning into a birdfinch that seemed to be flapping its wings and soaring in the clear ...... It's a pity that his breath was a little louder, and the mist vapor of the tea soup only coalesced two or three times before it faded, and the finch that was lying in wait in the bowl also dispersed into a chaotic pattern again.

Shang Cheng shook his head regretfully. This was a gift from someone else when he moved to the village. From the first time he saw its magic, he fell in love with it. This tea cup called "Blue Bird" is really incredible. He found that the chaffinch did not always appear when the tea was served. First of all, it must be boiling water, but it cannot be real boiling water, it must be boiling water and let it cool for a while, and then it may "wake up"; Yes, it's just possible, because it doesn't appear every day, and every time it appears, it takes a day or two to see it again; As for the length of the interval, it depends on the weather at that time, the cool weather is more than ten hours, and the hot weather takes more than a day or two. Sometimes, when he sees this elf alive in the porcelain cup, he can't help but think, take his own, this little thing even knows that hot and cold can't be done! Of course, this is just a joke. But whenever he saw this porcelain cup, he couldn't help but admire the people who burned such things: a small object has such an extraordinary change, I really don't know how those people did it!

While he was drinking water and reading, the maid Rouge walked over lightly with a small wooden plate. She brought him peeled pumpkin seeds and walnut kernels, each on a small plate.

Shang Cheng didn't notice her, but he smelled the scent of jasmine on her clothes. Since that day he casually praised the real slave twice, saying that he liked the fragrance of jasmine flowers the most, so these days, he can smell the fragrance of jasmine everywhere he goes in and out.

When Rouge set the plate, he nodded to her with a biased face and muttered, "Thank you." ”

Rouge didn't speak. But she didn't leave either. She grasped the small wooden plate with both hands, and kept her head down silently.

Shang Cheng certainly knew what was on her mind. When he was in Yanshan, Rouge often helped Yue'er and Pan'er cook for him. Knowing that he likes to eat something spicy, she has to pound garlic for him every day; Fearing that he accidentally ate raw garlic and caused an eye attack, after pounding the minced garlic before each meal, she would carefully wrap the minced garlic in fine gauze to squeeze out the garlic juice, and serve it in a small plate, so that it would be easy to use when he ate it. Whether it is minced garlic or garlic juice, it is something that cannot be left for a long time, peeling off the garlic skin and the air for a little time, there will be a dead garlic gas, so Rouge has to prepare three meals of garlic juice for him every day. When he was in Yanshan earlier, he was busy until midnight almost every day, and many times in the middle of the night he was still calling the stove room to get some supper to fill his belly. But whether it is the third watch or the early morning of dawn, whenever he eats for the night, there will always be a plate of garlic juice in front of him. In the past two years, whether it is wind and rain, wind and snow, as long as he eats at home, this plate of garlic juice will definitely be placed on the table......

Shang Cheng pursed his lips, not knowing what to say, and his mind couldn't go back to the book at all. In the past two years, Rouge has been getting up early and squeezing garlic juice for him every day, and this kindness alone is enough to move him. But touching is not emotion. He didn't have any superfluous thoughts about women, let alone eating in the bowl and staring at the pot, the other four girls in the family were enough for him to have a headache. The county earl's title can only have five wives and wives, one for Zhennu and Sangxiu, and now there are three left, how to divide the four female babies? They can't teach them to go rock-paper-scissors on their own. It's not good for him to make anyone unfamous, is it? The first four gourds were not pressed, and a scoop called "rouge" appeared......

What a fucking headache!

He smacked his lips and pretended to be attentive to his book. He suddenly had an idea: You said, Yue'er and they pointed out Rouge to him as a personal maid in front of them, and Sang Xiu and Zhennu are now nesting in the house and can't come out, could they all be deliberately creating opportunities for Rouge? They must all know Rouge's thoughts, and Sang Xiu and Zhennu don't treat her as a maid, aren't they afraid that the chances of dying will become less and less?

Rouge still kept his head down and didn't speak. But she still won't go.

Sang Xiu and Zhennu still didn't come out, and they didn't know what they were doing in the house. Shang Cheng couldn't figure it out, so he had to point to the low stool next to the small desk, meaning to let Rouge sit down and talk. He felt that he should talk to her again. After all, he Shang Yanshan is now famous, his upper lip is connected to the world's lips to the ground, and he can speak with a three-inch tongue, and he will jump into the pit desperately by weaving a glass, and let the imperial army float across the ocean with a nonsense, with such a skill, he must be able to change the little girl's mind in a few words!

Rouge hesitated, but sat down.

Shang Cheng didn't have anything to say, so he casually asked Rouge: "After arriving in Beijing, have you been to see your parents?" He vaguely remembered that he heard Yue'er or Pan'er say that the current few big girls in the family were all brought out from their mother's house by the two ladies of Yanshan Wei Mu and Lu Ji; Mrs. Lu's maiden home was in the capital, so he guessed that Rouge's parents should also be somewhere near Shangjing.

Rouge whispered: "I went home to see it in the first month......"

Shang Cheng nodded, and was about to inquire about who else was in Rouge's family, and then tell her about family reunion and harmony along this topic, and when Rouge was sad and shed tears, he returned the deed to her, and then gave her a sum of money and food, so that she could go home to serve her father and mother, and turn back to find a satisfactory Langjun, and live a happy life from now on...... Then I heard Rouge say, "I told them that I am doing well now......"

Shang Cheng had no choice but to swallow back all the typed drafts and pick a new topic: "When you are free, you should go home more often to accompany them." ”

Rouge lowered his head and said, "I remember." ”

Shang Cheng grinned, completely speechless, so he had to pick up "The Art of War" and continue to study.

A muffled laugh came from behind the door of the hall. Shang Cheng didn't reply, he knew that this must be a real slave lying behind the door and eavesdropping; She heard her Lang Jun digging holes for herself one after another and jumping down, and finally couldn't hold back her laughter.

Behind the door is not only a real slave, but also Sang Xiu. was reprimanded by Lang Jun for playing on the topic, she walked behind the real slave, and smiled with her head down as she walked. Listening to Shang Cheng and Rouge talking, she had a sweet feeling in her heart. After that evening in June last year, outside the door of the Yanzhou Teaching Workshop, he and himself also talked like this, left and right, as if this was the situation in front of him. On that day, she and the real slave entered his house as they wished......

Zhennu walked to the bamboo chair, half-knelt and half-squatted at Shang Cheng's feet, held a piece of cloth and said, "Lang Jun, have you ever seen such a cloth?" ”

Shang Cheng had already seen the piece of material in her hand. The thing was so soft that it slid down the palm of the real slave's wrist, purple and almost jet-black in color, and the surface was as shiny as wax, scattered and aggregated like a wave as her wrist turned; There are some plush and dense clusters on the cloth, and some plush is relatively loose and loose, and the scattered and dense circles set off each other, which is faintly half a peony picture. He reached out and touched it, it was soft, slippery, warm and extremely elastic, certainly not cotton, not satin silk, and immediately remembered what it was. He couldn't help but take a breath and asked in surprise, "This is velvet?" ”

The real slave obviously didn't know that this kind of material had another name, but she still praised it: "Lang Jun is really talented, and this name is louder than 'Zhangrong'!" ”

"Where did it come from?" Shang Cheng asked curiously.

"Before noon, Princess Nanyang asked people to send two horses, saying that they were a gift for the Lixia Festival. Her maid said that this is a tribute from Zhangzhou this year, and Princess Nanyang was only rewarded with three horses by her mother, so she gave us two horses. ”

As soon as he heard that it was sent by Nanyang, Shang Chengden stopped talking. He knew that Nanyang had guessed that he was Mr. Yu Que who wrote "63 Stickers", so he respected him and treated him as a born hermit. It's better in front of people, if no one is in front of him, every move is a disciple ceremony, and Mr. Kou shuts up the teacher, making him a little afraid of this princess. When he just moved in, Nanyang was a big gift as soon as he made a move, like the porcelain "Blue Bird" in front of him, which was given by her. Don't look at the tea cup is only so big, the market price is more than 6,000 yuan, together with the Arabian horse given to him in front of him, a few calligraphy and paintings, and a few other valuable gifts, the total value is more than 40,000 yuan. He also heard that in order to buy these gifts, she also sold a Zhuangzi, and almost all the money in exchange for it became all kinds of things, and all of them were sent to him......

He asked the real slave: "Shall we return the gift to others?" ”

"Sister Yue'er returned the salute." True slave said. She and Sang Xiu are both older than Yue'er, but they still call her and Erya sisters, which is also a sign of respect for them. "The four taels of treasury gold that were just cast, Sister Yue'er took twenty ingots as a return gift."

Shang Cheng nodded and shook his head. Nanyang respects him and gives him all good horses, famous calligraphy and paintings, and fine porcelain, but he gives back real money to others; In comparison, he, a hermit master, is really vulgar, and he is simply deceiving the world and stealing his name!

When the four of them were discussing the benefits of velvet and what kind of clothes they should make it into, the little maid who didn't know where to run and play crazy ran in and said that the second girl was coming.