The spring rain in February in the south of the Yangtze River, as thin as fog and as light as smoke, falls on the blue-gray eaves ridge, enveloping the streets and alleys with a layer of hazy beauty.

The tile area on the horse's head wall gathers strings of crystal water droplets, the water droplets stick like silk, until they can no longer bear their own weight, and then drip down on the bluestone slab below with the wind, day after day, year after year, the bluestone slab has been dripping out of many pits, smooth as a cup.

On the surface of the lake, the spring breeze blows the rain, the drizzle drifts away like smoke and envelops again, the painting boats and lighthouses on the lake, the weeping willows on the Su causeway, and the boulders flying to the peak, are all shrouded in smoke and rain, like a light ochre and light green ink painting.

The water is the eye waves, and the mountains are the eyebrows. If you want to ask pedestrians where to go, the eyebrows are bright.

Qing Niang's jade hairpin is inserted into the clouds, Luo skirt is tied to the waist, holding an oil-paper umbrella painted with apricot blossoms, walking slowly near the water, and she is graceful; The small bow shoes stepped on the bluestone, leaving a trace of water full of spring, the broken bridge was in sight, and the moss on the ancient railing was soaked in rainwater and just sprouted new green.

Holding an umbrella in one hand and a skirt in the other, the young lady walked to the broken bridge, and the green Luo skirt fluttered gently with the wind, as if looking back, and suddenly lived the entire Jiangnan.

Yang Yi, who was following behind, suddenly remembered the picture of the white lady going to the broken bridge to make an appointment, the same picture was misty and rainy, and the same aesthetic was like poetry.

"Brother Yang, hurry up!" Qing Niang greeted softly, like a girl next door, to rush to the stream to make yarn.

Yang Yi couldn't help but stop freely, watching quietly, Qing Niang holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing on the broken bridge and looking back leisurely The picture was so beautiful that he hoped that time would be frozen forever at this moment.

At this moment, Yang Yi decided to learn to paint, even if it took a lifetime, to paint this picture.

"Brother Yang, what's wrong with you? Hurry up! Don't you want to go? Well, if you don't want to go, people won't force you! ”

Qing Niang stood on the bridge and spoke softly, the expression on her face changed from vivid to gloomy, like overturned ink, staining a vivid picture of a lady.

"No, what the eldest brother promised you, even if it is a sea of swords and fires, how can you retreat, it's just ......"

"Just what?"

"Qing Niang, do you know? I just saw spring for the first time, the most beautiful spring, the most vivid spring! ”

"Brother Yang!" The girl paused lightly with the coquettish posture of the bow shoes, with shyness and reserve, and could turn the steel needle into a finger twist.

"Alright, girl, take the umbrella and don't get your clothes wet." Yang Yi walked up and straightened the umbrella in her hand.

"It's all your fault! It's always funny! ”

"Yes, yes, it's Brother Yang's mistake, let Qing Niang punish him!" Yang Yi lowered his always high head, bowed down, and looked like "let you pick".

Qing Niang's face was full of spring flowers, and the pear socket was shallow, she stretched out a jade-like finger, like Meng's mother and godson, on his forehead, as if saying: "You! See you're still naughty, aren't you? I'll punish you this time......."

Qing Niang tilted her head sideways, pouting and thinking, as if she wanted to come up with the most severe way to punish him, that was very serious, very serious.

She may not realize how beautiful it was, Yang Yi almost couldn't help but hug her head and kiss her ruddy cherry lips.

"Forget it, this time I will punish you for writing a poem, but it must be related to this spring scene in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are more! It must be good, and it is not allowed to be perfunctory, otherwise people will be punished! ”

"Xiaosheng obeys!"

"Hee-hee, hurry up and recite it, and I won't count it any later!"

"Boiled beans burn beans, and beans cry in the kettle. It's the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other? Alas! Qing Niang, Cao Zijian is eight buckets tall, and it takes seven steps to become a poem, aren't you trying to force me to jump off this broken bridge? ”

Yang Yi groaned in pain and began to roll up his sleeves with a resolute look.

Just, do you need to roll up your sleeves to jump in the lake?

It's a pity that Qing Niang has already bent her waist with a smile, and she has long forgotten to think about this problem.

She finally couldn't hold back a laugh, and her slender jade fingers lightly touched her forehead again, like brine and tofu.

"Brother Yang wants to play tricks and tricks again, delay time, people don't want to be fooled by you, hurry up! Otherwise......"

Qing Niang pouted proudly and squeezed her little pink fist, the smell of threat was like ...... It's like a sweet shower, nourishing someone's heart.

"Qing Niang sees thousands of miles, sees everything, distinguishes between right and wrong, and fights with open fire, the villain has nothing to hide, so she has to surrender! Unconditional surrender ......"

"Yikes! You're cheating, you're procrastinating, and you're ....... people won't come!" You're getting in! Hum! ”

"Hahaha......"

"You're still smiling, you're still smiling! Come on! Otherwise, people will ignore you! ”

"Alas! All right! Obey the orders of Lord Qing Niang! Listen up! ”

Yang Yi sighed, rubbed his forehead that was "pointed", and recited with his hand:

A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to be poured.

The boat on the river is shaking, and the curtain is moving upstairs.

Qiu Niang ferry and Tai Niang bridge, the wind is fluttering, and the rain is bleak.

When will I go home and wash my robes?

The silver word sheng tone, the heart word incense burning.

The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains.

"Good, good words, ....... produced by Brother Yang"

"Don't don't, Qing Niang, if you praise me again, I'm really going to jump into the lake!"

"Hehe, okay, but it's really ...... that Brother Yang can make such words in such a short period of time."

"Qing Niang! I'm still surrendering, am I still surrendering? ”

"Okay, okay, people don't talk about you, let's go!"

Qing Niang said and took his hand, and the two walked to Lingyin Temple together, on the misty and rainy broken bridge, the two oil-paper umbrellas gradually disappeared, and slowly disappeared in the confused rain curtain.

As soon as she returned to Hangzhou this time, as soon as she settled down, Qing Niang wanted to go to Lingyin Temple to offer incense, not to be accompanied by Yang Yi.

Yang Yi understood her thoughts, and she probably felt that he was too angry in Japan, and wanted to bring him to the Buddha for some cleansing, in the hope of alleviating his sins.

Although Yang Yi does not believe in Buddhism, how can he distract her mind.

Thinking of her kindness, Yang Yi couldn't help but feel a little warmer in his heart.

Qingniang is very pious, in the Lingyin Temple, all the Buddhas have been worshipped, she is delicate, tossed down, the forehead is slightly sweaty, Yang Yi is distressed, and she can't persuade her, so she has to follow her to worship a Buddha and a Buddha.

When going down the mountain, Yang Yi forcibly took her to his back, carried her along the same way home, and when he got home, he found that the little girl had fallen asleep on his back, which showed that she was really tired today.

Yang Yi carried her to the bedroom, Xiao Ai had already laid out the brand-new futon, and there was incense in the room, Yang Yi carefully put her on the bed, and Qing Niang was still awakened.

"Brother Yang......"

"Shhhh Qing Niang is obedient, don't make a sound, you are tired, go to sleep, Brother Yang is here to guard you. ”

"Well, okay, Brother Yang must be tired too, you can also lean up and rest for a while, people want you to hold it."

Yang Yi smiled, took off her wet shoes, and lay on the bed, Qing Niang closed her eyes, like a docile kitten, moved her body and hid in the crook of his arm, as if she had found a familiar and warm nest, and fell asleep sweetly.

Yang Yi quietly loved her and took a small breath, listening to the sound of rainwater dripping on the surface of the plantain leaves outside the window.

In February in the south of the Yangtze River, the air is full of moist rain, pink apricot blossoms are blooming in the rain, and the buds contain crystal water droplets, like the pretty face of Qing Niang in her sleep.

After Yang Yi returned to Hangzhou, he asked Lu Zhenxian to lead the army back to Beijing, and he claimed that he was sick and recuperated in Hangzhou. The reason is that he was impeached, and there are many people who have been impeached, and the most unexpected one is the imperial envoy Zhongcheng Huang Lu.

Huang Lu can be said to have fought side by side with him, and among the people who went to Baowen Pavilion to force Zhao Xu to the palace, Huang Lu was one of them. At that time, he also took off his official hat and forced Zhao Xu to dismiss the official.

And this time, the number of people who impeached Yang Yi was the highest in his official position, and his rhetoric was also fierce, saying that Yang Yi read the book of sages in vain, and did the things of jackals, tigers and leopards in Japan, which damaged the prosperity of the Great Song Dynasty...... Yang Yi listened to these words, and suddenly felt a little tired, but the Great Song Dynasty is the mother state, the son does not think the mother is ugly, and the dog does not think the family is poor, so he can't turn around and go back to Japan, so he is sick and stays in Hangzhou, and does not enter Beijing for the time being.

If a member of the old party impeached him, Yang Yi didn't mind, but this time it was a former comrade-in-arms who handed the knife after his generation, and everyone went to Baowen Pavilion to force him to cross the palace together, and overturned the old party to the ground together; Now that the old party has collapsed, is it possible that the Great Song Dynasty will repeat the old path of the Yuan You period, defeat the opponent, and split into several factions to continue fighting?

This time, in the name of the owner of the Diaoyu Islands, Yang Yi scavenged back more than 50 million yuan of gold and silver treasures from Japan, laying a solid foundation for the Great Song Dynasty to rebuild the credibility of Jiaozi and solve the problem of money shortage.

Yang Yi does not deny the numerous crimes he committed in Japan, but compared with the countless workshops of the Great Song Dynasty that were bankrupt due to money shortage, business stagnation and regression, and people displaced due to unemployment, Yang Yi does not regret what he has done.

He also doesn't think how great he is doing this, and he has heard a saying before: don't always ask what the country has done for you, first ask what you have done for the country.

In other words, since you identify with this country, you should do your part for this country.

Are those spies and agents of later generations, who kill people and set fires in foreign countries, create unrest, provoke wars, and even spread plagues for the benefit of their own country? Are they great?

Not necessarily, they are just doing their national duty, they can only live incognito, who sees their greatness? Who saw their sacrifice?

But they did it anyway!

Is Huang Lu wrong? Probably not.

At most, it can only be said that he wants the horses to be good, and he wants the horses not to eat grass. I want my country to be prosperous and strong, but I also want to maintain the image of a country of etiquette.

Yang Yi lay on the bed, hugged Qing Niang's weak body, listened to the smoke and rain in a window, and thought carefully about his thoughts.

Kingcraft? Overbearing? If you want to have a royal road, can you lose it if you are domineering?

For a while, he hadn't made up his mind how to deal with Huang Lu's people, whether to listen to it or fight back strongly, wait and see.

He wanted to see how Zhang Dian would react to the matter, and he wanted to see who else would jump out and impeach him.

People who are mixed in the officialdom can't panic in case of trouble, just let the bullets fly for a while!

(To be continued)