The three carriages entered Yangzhou City together, and after turning a few streets and alleys, they stopped at the door of a courtyard with white walls and black tiles. The leaves of the sycamore and camphor pear trees in the courtyard were blown out of the aisle, and the leaves were deep, and the dead leaves were rotten, emitting a faint foul smell.

Song Ting, Zhao Yuanzhen and other people got down from the carriage, and the pole was a gate full of ash and spider silk, and the word "Song Mansion" on the horizontal plaque on the painted lintel was also overshadowed, and it was accumulated with dust.

"Song Mansion." Song Ting chewed these two words in his mouth, revealing a wry smile, here, this is the future home.

The gate of the Song Mansion was closed, the copper lock was locked, the outer wall was very long, but there were no people in the wall, Song Ting walked up the steps, observed the door lock for a long time, and couldn't think of any good way to open the lock.

Zhao Yuanzhen led the four daughters of Snow Goose, Xiaoman, Qingzhu, and Youjian to stand in front of the gate and wait, waiting for a long time, and they were not allowed to enter the door.

Everyone's faces were full of anxiety.

Song Ting turned around, showing a helpless look on his face, he also wanted to have the key, but he didn't......

The ghost sword glared angrily, only hearing the sound of "bang", she had already drawn her sword, and she didn't know whether to cut people or destroy the door......

But at this moment, an old man about sixty years old, with a rickety figure and half-white hair, walked outside the door, the old man held a key in his hand, and when he saw Song Ting and his party, he suddenly shouted: "Who are you?" There is no one in this house...... Oops! Second son! You're back! ”

The old man got closer, saw clearly that it was Song Ting, and was immediately overjoyed, stepped forward to look at Song Ting carefully, and almost wanted to cry: "Second son!" It's great that you're back!! ”

Song Ting didn't know what to call the old man for a while, so he could only smile: "Yes, I'm back."

The old man turned to look at Zhao Yuanzhen and his party again, and asked, "Who are these?"

Xiao Man took a step forward and said, "Don't you knock on the ...... yet."

Before she could spit out the word "princess", Zhao Yuanzhen grabbed her and gave her a suggestive look.

Zhao Yuanzhen bowed slightly: "I am the wife of the new passage of the court."

Then he introduced the snow goose, Xiaoman, green bamboo, and Youjian to the old man in turn.

Listening to Zhao Yuanzhen's words, the corners of Song Ting's lips showed an unconcealable smile, Zhao Yuanzhen called his cousin "Chaozhong", which represents a certain respect, and he was very comfortable to hear her call him like this.

After listening to Zhao Yuanzhen's words, the old man immediately knelt on the ground and said, "It turned out to be the young lady!" The old slave has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and asks the young lady to punish him! ”

Zhao Yuanzhen took two steps forward and said falsely: "Hurry up, please get up!" Those who don't know are not to blame, how can they be punished? ”

The old man stood up, his head bowed, as if he looked respectful.

Zhao Yuanzhen asked, "What do you call the old man?"

The old man replied: "Back to the young lady's words, the slave's surname is Li, and the second son calls me 'Uncle Li'." The young lady is free to call the slave is. ”

"Eh, how can you call it whatever you want?" Zhao Yuanzhen was slightly angry, and then asked: "Uncle Li, let me ask you, who else is there in this family?" Why is it so lonely? ”

As if he had said something sad, Li Bo snorted and cried: "Back to the young lady's words, since the old man left, the eldest son left home, and the second son went out to travel again, except for the old slave, there is no one else in this family." The old slaves also lived in the countryside most of the time and came to clean the house once a month. ”

As he spoke, Li Bo burst into tears and laughed again: "Second son, young lady!" Wait, I'll go and prepare wine and food for you, and wash the dust for the second son and the young lady! ”

"That's very good. There's Law. ”

Song Ting had a good impression of this loyal old servant, so he called out softly, "Li Bo".

"Lady, let's go in together, shall we?" Li Bo opened the door, and Song Ting made a "please" gesture, as if he was really his own family.

When Song Ting led Zhao Yuanzhen and the others to enter the door, some dust fell on the door frame, which made him stop and look at the top of the door in a daze.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yuanzhen also looked up, looked at the lintel that had fallen off the paint, and said with feeling: "Xianggong, as the saying goes, 'everything is prosperous at home, and everything is smooth for people to be diligent and everything goes smoothly', the current difficulties are only temporary, and Xianggong doesn't have to worry too much."

Song Ting didn't expect Zhao Yuanzhen to comfort him like this, and a warm flow flowed through his heart...... couldn't help but look at her more, she is beautiful and kind-hearted, where can you find such a good daughter-in-law?

"I must not live up to such a good daughter-in-law." After Song Ting said something in his heart, he led Zhao Yuanzhen and the others into the door.

Although the Song Mansion Road is in the middle, the house building is also magnificent, the house sits in the north and faces south, and is divided into the outer courtyard and the inner courtyard according to the pattern. Inside and out, carved beams and painted buildings, water pavilions, rockery ponds, flower beds and fruit trees...... There is no shortage of all of them, and the pavilions along the road are eaves and angles, exquisite, and have the style of a small garden in the south of the Yangtze River.

The outer courtyard has a barn, a stable, a firewood house, a mill, a kitchen...... dwellings with his subordinates, etc.; The inner courtyard is composed of the east wing, the west wing, the north garden, and the welcome building.

Song Ting took the princess and other people to visit at will, and he was also full of eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Song Ting and Zhao Yuanzhen came to the ancestral hall of the Song Mansion together to worship the ancestors and the first concubine, and all the ceremonies for the marriage of the two were officially completed.

After worshipping the ancestors, Song Ting and Zhao Yuanzhen discussed which house everyone lived in, and the result of the discussion was that Zhao Yuanzhen and Xue Yan, Qingzhu, and Youjian lived in Beiyuan, and Xiaoman and Song Ting lived in the West Chamber.

So, Song Ting lived in a summer house in the West Chamber, and Xiaoman was in charge of his daily life.

Every morning, Xiaoman would get up early, knock on Song Ting's room door, and while helping Song Ting get dressed, he would ask Song Ting what he wanted to eat for breakfast, and sometimes he would ask Song Ting what books he was reading today. Song Ting knew that she was actually not very literate, and asking questions such as what books to read was nothing more than having respect for the reader in his heart.

In addition to dressing and combing Song Ting's hair, Xiaoman also washed his face, brushed his teeth and put away tooth powder, and served Song Ting to brush his teeth and wash his face. When all this is done, she has to go to the kitchen to help make breakfast. The three meals a day in the Song Mansion were all bought by Li Bo, and Xiaoman and Xueyan were responsible for cooking.

Looking at Xiaoman's non-stop figure, Song Ting felt a little reluctant to go, sometimes looking at Xiaoman, who was sweating all over his head, he couldn't help but say: "Xiaoman, take a break when you're tired", Xiaoman always raised his face, wiped his sweat, and smiled: "Master Horse, I'm not tired!"

Whenever he heard her say this, Song Ting always shook his head and smiled, but his good impression of her increased greatly.

In the past few days since I returned to the Song Mansion, I often didn't see Zhao Yuanzhen, and I didn't know if she was hiding in the boudoir or busy with something else. However, she has always been protected by the Phantom Sword, and Song Ting does not have too many concerns about her personal safety.

After returning to the Song Mansion, the Song court retained the habit of morning exercises, and the content of daily morning exercises was running, doing push-ups, and playing a set of tai chi.

Running is a lap around the wall outside your yard, then out into the street, and then back home. At that time, the sky was bright and there were few pedestrians on the street, although it was inevitable that some people would cast curious glances at Song Ting, but it was just curiosity, and some vegetable farmers and fishermen who had entered the city early took a look at it, at most they felt that this person was idle and panicked.

When doing push-ups every day, the moaning of "ahhhh

It wasn't until he was playing Tai Chi that Youjian showed a hint of surprise and tasted it seriously, with a thoughtful expression on his face. But compared to the look of disgust on her face when she did the push-ups, this little joy was really a drop in the bucket.

At noon and in the afternoon, Song Ting basically used it to read books and practice calligraphy, he found more letters and handwriting written by "Song Xiucai" before, carefully studied them, copied them, and in just a few days, they were finally imitated exactly the same.

Sometimes, just as Song Ting was engrossed in reading a book, Xiao Man would bring a cup of tea or some fruit snacks, and then stand aside and look at him quietly.

After observing silently for a long time, Xiaoman finally couldn't help but ask a strange question, she said that other readers read while chanting, while shaking their heads, why did the master read but didn't make a sound, just watched silently, and didn't shake his head.

Song Ting smiled and told her that her memory was better than that of others, so she didn't need to read it, just read it a few times, and she could memorize it. He also said that he might as well do an experiment on the spot, and Xiaoman would come up with the question, and he would recite it. Xiao Man just shook his head shyly, saying that he didn't know a few words at all.

"It's okay, I'll teach you how to read."

Song Ting didn't just talk about it, he seriously taught Xiaoman to recognize and write ten words every day, and after a few days, Xiaoman could read and write more and more words, even Zhao Yuanzhen felt very curious, and couldn't help but be a little impressed by Xiaoman.

"It's all taught by the horse master!" Xiaoman's tone was full of joy.

Xiaoman accompanies Song Ting to read every day, which is quite a bit of red sleeves. Zhao Yuanzhen had already observed these changes, but she didn't feel that it was inappropriate, on the contrary, all of this was deliberately arranged by her......

Once, Xiao Man brought a pair of words written by Song Ting to Zhao Yuanzhen's room, and at that time, Youjian and Qingzhu were also in the room, Xiao Man showed off to them with a happy face: "Do you know? The horse master can also write poems! ”

Youjian didn't believe it, snatched the rice paper, and read: "Azure is waiting for smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you."

After reading it, Youjian couldn't help laughing, and Qingzhu also covered his laughter.

Ghost Sword threw the paper in his hand: "This is the so-called poetry?" I think it's clearly two sentences of saliva! Even if you catch two drooping children on the street, you can write better than him! ”

Hearing Youjian's words, Zhao Yuanzhen was not angry, just held his forehead and smiled, and then picked up the rice paper.

"Huh? This isn't a poem......" Only Xiao Man, who looked ashamed, blushed on his face.

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"Xiaoman, did you take away my lyrics?" When Xiaoman returned to Song Ting's room, Song Ting was practicing calligraphy and asked casually.

"Oh, that's a word." Xiao Man breathed a sigh of relief, and then obediently presented the rice paper.

But then I thought about it, aren't words also poetry......

It seems that the colt really can't write poetry......