The vinegar jar is ready to go.

This was Ye Yingwu's first thought after inadvertently looking up and seeing Zheng's gloomy expression, but she didn't dare to burst out openly when she thought about it.

After all, Ye Mengding and his wife have a clear position, and her husband is not aware of the threat of her brother's rise to her status, so she will naturally jump out to defend her younger brother who has never grown up in his heart.

Don't dare to break out on the bright side, so that it's still okay to stumble. Zheng said slowly: "Daddy, Mom, younger brother and younger siblings haven't had lunch yet, I don't know if I will notify the kitchen to set up another table, and I hope that Daddy and Mom will make it clear." ”

Ye Yingwu smiled, there was a thorn in his words, this meaning can still be heard. This remark not only secretly pointed out his unfilial piety, reminded himself and Qiqin not to be presumptuous, but also forced Ye Mengding and his wife to express their position. After all, it was indeed unruly for Ye Yingwu to get up so late to meet his parents.

And Qiqin is Ye Yingwu's concubine, Rao is Ye Yingwu once guaranteed that the sky fell and he was on top, Qiqin was also a little lost in her heart, and her pretty face, which was already not powdered, looked even paler. Ye Yingwu clearly saw Qiqin's Qianqiansu hand, which had withdrawn from Chen's palm at some point, slowly clenched.

This feeling of being coerced is really uncomfortable, as the sought-after and limelight of Lin'an, he can defend a pure land alone in the rolling red dust, and he has his own strong character. At this time, Qiqin was able to take into account the status of herself and Ye Yingwu, and she had already done a good job without cold words.

"There is no need to worry about the lunch, father, mother, the child wants to see the scenery of Longxing Mansion, and go to the street with Qiqin, and hope that father and mother will allow it." Ye Yingwu stood up after pondering for a moment, and said with his hand, every step of the respectful and respectful was not a loss of courtesy. Even if this vinegar jar is really going to explode, he has to be in front. The intrigue in the courtyard of the deep house, from this moment on, Ye Yingwu didn't want Qiqin to be contaminated again.

Chen saw that his son, who had always been casual, suddenly became so polite and solemn, and then savored Zheng's words just now, he didn't know what was going on in his heart, so he glared at Ye Yingji, who was at a loss, and then smiled gently: "Come, Qiqin girl, you get up first, my son has to meet you, it is indeed a blessing to cultivate in this life." It's not bad for you to go out on the streets together, sir, what do you say? ”

Ye Mengding has always been ignorant of the affairs in the backyard of his home, even if he knew about the Zheng family's various behaviors, he thought that he had never expressed his opinion, but only entrusted it to the Chen family, so he nodded immediately and put on the appearance of watching a play, which made the Chen family glared fiercely at this old man who was almost old and still childish.

Seeing that Ye Yingwu did not refute the arrogant Zheng, but avoided the core topic without being soft or hard, Chen bowed slightly, this child is a good person, he just wants to get out quickly, no one can be offended, and he is no longer polite at the moment, he turned around and glanced at Zheng, and then came out with a clueless sentence: "You should be a child, you are not too young, how can you add a grandson to the old woman." ”

Zheng's face changed suddenly, her stomach was not angry, and there was no movement all the time, and although Ye Yingji had a few concubines, she rarely went to the concubines to spend the night because of her strict control, resulting in Ye Yingji still having no children, which also became a hard wound when she faced her mother-in-law. Ye Yingji is often ridiculed as "Ward Qiao" outside (Fang Qiao is Fang Xuanling, a serious wife who is strict with patients, and jealousy is an allusion to his wife).

Seeing that the Zheng family was deflated, Ye Yingwu certainly didn't want her to blame herself for the crime, and the thirty-six plan was the best plan, and it was the king to disappear as soon as possible. After thinking about it, he saluted Ye Mengding and his wife, and hurried away with Qiqin, who looked a little panicked.

There are many intrigues in the house, and it is not advisable to stay here for a long time. Ye Yingwu, who has been seriously brainwashed by various house fights and palace fights that overflowed the screen eight hundred years later, knows the stakes well, and if he can, he won't get it.

Cherish life and stay away from your sister-in-law.

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The April sun is just right, even in the afternoon, it is not hot, and it brings a little warmth on the streets and alleys, plus after the rain, the breeze blows, and it is comfortable.

Ye Yingwu wore a freshly washed white robe, with a folding fan in his left hand, no matter whether the weather was hot or not, he pretended to fan like this, and his right hand was naturally holding Qiqin's hand. Qiqin was dressed in a lake-green long skirt, with a thin white veil covering half of her pretty face, revealing only a smooth forehead and a pair of sheared pupils, and was forced by Ye Yingwu to walk around the street.

Although Nanchang County, Longxing Prefecture is the center of Jiangnan West Road, it is still an "underdeveloped" area compared to Jiangnan East Road and Liangzhejiang Road, and the degree of prosperity cannot be compared with Lin'an and other places. Even Longxing East Street, where shops are most concentrated, is not even as long as the 36 flower streets and willow lanes in Lin'an, let alone compared with the business district of Lin'an and the royal streets that run through the city.

"I've wronged Aunt Chunfang, this place is indeed prosperous······" Ye Yingwu looked around and couldn't help sighing, no matter what, the ending of Drunken Chunfeng and today, of course, because Qiqin Fang is full of fame and has provoked the evil guests of the Lu family, but a large part of it is also due to himself, or Jiang Wanli, Wang Jian and others can retreat from the court, and Drunken Chunfeng has a lot of credit, it is estimated that this is why Wang Jian and Zhang Jian also personally asked about such trivial things as Drunken Chunfeng moving to Longxing Mansion, and even paid great attention to it.

"Aunt Chunfang doesn't care very much, after all, the drunken spring breeze is here, even if there is no slave family, it has steadily occupied the throne of the number one green building in Longxing Mansion, but most of the guests are admired, it is said that the sisters' business is very prosperous these days, even better than when they were in Lin'an that day." Qiqin replied softly, and it was difficult to distinguish the authenticity for a while.

Ye Yingwu didn't say anything, just walked forward aimlessly.

Suddenly Qiqin stopped and pointed to the side of the street, Ye Yingwu looked over in surprise, it turned out to be an antique shop, and there was a faint sound of the piano inside. I think that Qiqin's best skill is to play the guqin, and it is precisely because of this that she has the word "qin" in her name.

"Let's go, let's see." Ye Yingwu is also from the Department of History, and regardless of the good thing of picking up cheap things like "hitting the eye", it is still possible to distinguish the authenticity of antiquities, and at the same time secretly pray in his heart, I hope there is no pre-Qin thing, Lao Tzu failed that lesson back then.

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The antique shop didn't look big on the outside, but I didn't expect it to be a hole inside, with Qin bricks and Han tiles, Sui and Tang calligraphy and ink neatly placed in different categories, and even a row of exquisite bronzes and a shelf full of gold, silver and jade.

"Liao's." Picking up a handful of silver wine jugs casually, Ye Yingwu glanced at the age and saw that the Liao Kingdom is not too long from now, and then glanced at the price marked below, and estimated it, which is in line with common sense.

Qiqin looked at Ye Yingwu in surprise when he casually called out the silverware: "The slave has never heard of such a study of antiquities by officials, and he has never seen any precious antiquities placed in the official's room······"

Ye Yingwu couldn't help but roll his eyes, patronizing the recklessness, he simply took a breath lightly, and then put away the fan and inserted it on the back collar in a decent way, taking advantage of this moment to have a plan in his heart: "Oh, it's nothing, it's just that when I was hanging out with my senior brother, I accidentally saw a similar one, and the senior brother explained it clearly at the time, and I wrote it down intentionally or unintentionally." ”

Qiqin didn't doubt Wen Tianxiang's knowledge, seeing Ye Yingwu's explanation, although there were some loopholes in it, such as how could Ye Yingwu still remember such a trivial matter when he had amnesia, and how many big men would go shopping······ But which man doesn't have a secret, Qiqin knew it in her heart, but she didn't bother to say anything, she gently sniffed the fragrance floating in the air, and there was already a hint of a smile between her eyebrows.

"Ahem." Ye Yingwu, who hadn't smelled much incense, couldn't help but cough twice, if it weren't for the fact that there were people next to him, I am afraid that he would have covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves a long time ago, although it has been a month since he traveled back, he is always not used to the unique enjoyment of the ancient "Rui Brain Selling Golden Beast".

However, when you taste it again, this faint aroma has an unforgettable tranquility and depth compared to the strong perfume smell 700 years later.

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In the deepest part of the antique shop, an old man with gorgeous hair on his shoulders sits at the table, his hands beating lightly on the strings, playing a simple and rich rhythm, but always mixed with a smart and free tone. And the old man is playing the piano is black all over, cow hair pattern, Zhongni style, only on the dragon pond engraved with the simple Lishu three characters, green Qitai.

"Mountains and rivers." Qiqin muttered softly, obviously for Ye Yingwu, who was confused by the second monk, "This qin looks very much like the legendary Wudeqin Green Qitai, but somehow it ended up here." ”

Luqitai is the collective name of two qins, one is the Great Calendar Qin, which was built in the Tang Dynasty, and the other is the Wude Qin, which was made during the period of Li Yuan, the ancestor of the Tang Dynasty. Wu Deqin is a rare ancient famous piano that has been passed down to the Republic of China era after war, and today I suddenly heard the name of this piano, Rao is Ye Yingwu has seen a lot of ancient treasures, and his heart is still shocked.

Although the Wude qin has spread to the Republic of China, because the wood used to make the body has decayed, it has become an antique that can only be collected and watched and cannot be played, and it will no longer be the famous reputation of Jinghua as a piano crown in the past.

Such a treasure in person, even if Qiqin doesn't want it, as a "top student" of the history department who has been cultivated for so many years, Ye Yingwu is also very interested in this piano, gritted his teeth at the moment, and arched his hand and said: "Old man, the younger generation is polite here, this mountain flow fruit is really heavenly fairy music, but I have to disturb it for the time being, the younger generation of the lover is rough and rhythmic, and the sound of the muqin comes······"

The old man raised his head slowly, as if he had understood what Ye Yingwu wanted to say, his pale lips were open, and his voice was a little hoarse:

"The old man played this piano for many days, only hoping that there were 3,000 people passing by in front of the door, and one person could talk to me and come here to talk about "Qin Exercise". Today, living up to the old man's waiting, someone finally came. Mountains and rivers, there are so few bosom friends in this world, but I can see it today, but it is a little girl, how sad, how painful. ”

Before the words fell, he gently pushed the body of the piano, and then solemnly made a gesture of please, and then got up on his own, silently staring ahead, it was difficult to see whether it was joy or sorrow in his cloudy eyes, and there was no trace of a smile on his withered face.

Qiqin hurriedly stepped forward, also knelt on the ground respectfully, gently stroked every vein on the piano, and the doubts in her eyes completely turned into joy, and hurriedly bowed her head at Ye Yingwu, got up and bowed respectfully, and retreated behind Ye Yingwu.

Ye Yingwu knew that Qiqin's original beloved qin had been burned in the fire of the drunken spring breeze, and he had always wanted to compensate her. ”

The old man glanced at him quietly, with no stars or moons in his eyes, as if he had forgotten about me: "Money is worldly filth, and the old man has spent his life trying to get rid of the hustle and bustle of the world, but he doesn't care about it." If you want to get this piano, please give a poem, if the old man is satisfied, although this piano is taken, if you are not satisfied, you don't need to mention this matter in the future, how about it? ”

"Huh?" Ye Yingwu didn't expect this old man to be so strange, and he was almost scared into a cold sweat by him. Poetry? Well, it's really not this piece of material. Could it be that the ancients were so strange, things that could be smashed down with money, but they had to be exchanged for elegant poems.

Seeing that beads of sweat had begun to break out on Ye Yingwu's head, Qiqin couldn't bear it, and gently pulled his sleeve, she was still clear about the level of the suave Ye Yanei. Just a few catties and a few taels, although he is considered a high-level talent among those gentlemen in Lin'an, he really can't go out.

Ye Yingwu's heart was in a mess at this time, there was no way, it was better to hurry up and plagiarize. Looking up at the old man who was waiting silently, he smiled lightly, closed his eyes, and chanted aloud:

"Wave your hand and go. is even more poignant, bitter and re-complaining. The corners of his eyes and eyebrows seem to be hateful, and the tears are ready to return. I knew that I had a few words before I misunderstood. After the surging clouds and mist, I am considered a confidant in the world and you. People are sick, God knows?

Today, the frost is heavy on the road, shining on the waning moon in Xiaoxiang for half a day, and it is as cold as promise. Qingqin's intestines have been broken, and he has been alone since then. By cutting off the sorrowful threads of hatred, it is like the collapse of the cliff in Kunlun, and it is just like the wind sweeping the universe. Heavy than wings, and clouds. ”

After reading the words, Ye Yingwu still closed his eyes, pretending to think and waiting.

Huh, how quiet?

Ye Yingwu opened his eyes, but found that the old man had handed the piano to Qiqin's hand at some point, and then he was splashing ink on the table, and the book was the song "He Bridegroom" that Ye Yingwu had chanted just now.

Knowing that he had passed the test, Ye Yingwu breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't look at what we were studying, but I didn't expect that liberal arts students would also be useful, and the poems of Mao Taizu of our Heavenly Dynasty were really not covered, and they were also first-class when used to smoke people.

Although Ye Yingwu changed a few places slightly according to the time, the overall recitation is worthy of being a masterpiece that expresses sorrow, and it also echoes the old man's feelings about the lack of a soulmate just now, which is extremely affectionate.

"Put the piano away, let's go eat, I'm hungry." Ye Yingwu was too lazy to care about the old man who was in a daze behind him, patted his stomach very unexpectedly, and said with a smile, as if the song "He Bridegroom" just now was just a casual one. We are real people, don't talk about this kind of dance and ink thing, otherwise it will really be exposed.

Qiqin didn't seem to have come out of the atmosphere of the cold moon Hengtang, but subconsciously slowly leaned into Ye Yingwu's arms, and said softly: "The officials won't travel alone, at least the slaves are still there, and Ye Xianggong and they are still ······."

Ye Yingwu was stunned, and suddenly remembered those conversations in the dark when he crossed over.

Didn't you say that you would send me 90,000 miles to Qingshan, I'm really looking forward to it.

I just don't know where the green mountains are, where the green water is.