Yang Qiuchi was waiting to drink, but Song Yun'er couldn't finish talking, so she had to grab a braised chicken foot and bite it first, and said with a smile while chewing: "You girl has a lot of ideas, what do you add?" Let's talk about it. ”

Song Yun'er said: "The penalty for drinking to fifteen glasses is a round, and within a round, the one who is fined the least can ask for the most alcohol to perform a show, okay?" ”

Yuechan applauded first: "Miss, this is a good idea!" ”

"What's good? You are responsible for counting, and you will be punished for mistakes. Hehehehe, you just wait to see your young master perform. Song Yun'er smiled, "Who starts first?" ”

"Madame Bai is an elder, of course she starts." Yang Qiuchi said, "Let's continue in chronological order of age. ”

Madame Bai did not shirk, thought for a while, and said: "The night of the chaotic mountains and the remnants of the snow, the lonely stranger. ”

Yang Qiuchi thought for a while, and then applauded: "Good poem, Mrs. Bai is chanting this is a sentence in the Tang Dynasty poet Cui Tu's "Except the Night", right, this is Mrs. Bai's nostalgia for wandering in a foreign land, and I hope that in the year of renewal, I will also have a new beginning." ”

Madame Bai nodded: "The son is well-read and strong, and he is very right. ”

Song Yun'er exposed Yang Qiuchi's intentions and said, "My brother is not admiring your poems, but taking this opportunity to figure out how he should take it, right?" With that, he looked at Yang Qiuchi proudly.

Yang Qiuchi is exactly this kind of thought, the word at the end of Mrs. Bai's poem is a person, and there must be a human character in his poem, so he can't think of it for a while, so he uses to explain Mrs. Bai's poem to delay time.

Song Yun'er urged: "Brother, don't be laipi, continue quickly!" ”

While speaking, Yang Qiuchi had already remembered a sentence and chanted: "This has been going for many years." It should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who to talk to. ”

This is a sentence from Liu Yong's famous "Yulin Bell".

Song Yun'er blinked: "Brother, there are so many poems, why did you choose this sentence, does it mean something." She knew that Bai Qian was going to marry Bai Sumei to Yang Qiuchi, and she could also see that Bai Sumei was interested in Yang Qiuchi, and deliberately made fun of Yang Qiuchi.

Yang Qiuchi didn't expect this, and after a little aftertaste, he knew that Song Yun'er was alluding to herself and Bai Sumei, coughed, glared and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?" My last word is 'say'. Pick you up~! ”

"Brother! Sister Bai is older than me, it should be her turn first, you are not allowed to be partial! ”

Yang Qiuchi was flustered, but he didn't notice this problem, snorted, and looked at Bai Sumei.

Bai Sumei was generous and said: "Now that I know all the sorrows, I want to talk about it." I want to say that I will be resting, but I will say that the weather is cool and autumn! ”

Yang Qiuchi applauded: "I want to talk about it!" ”

Song Yun'er smiled again: "Brother, you said that Sister Bai wants to say it, what does she want to say?" ”

"I want to say you're a little ghost! - Pick you up! ”

"It's too easy, 'Autumn', isn't it? , 'blue clouds, yellow leaves, autumn waves, cold smoke and green on the waves'. Fan Zhongyan's "Su Curtain Cover". After that, Song Yun'er shook her head: "This wine order is too simple, you can't drink alcohol all the time, it's not fun." Let's drink a glass of wine each and think again. ”

Yang Qiuchi saw that he couldn't drink the wine, and he was not happy, and when he heard him say that everyone drank a glass, he hurriedly said to Yuechan: "Pour the wine quickly!" ”

Yuechan hurriedly poured a glass of wine for Mrs. Bai, Yang Qiuchi and Song Yun'er each, and the three of them took a sip. Bai Sumei took a sip of tea.

Yang Qiuchi picked up the braised meat on the table: "Come on, eat a little for everyone." After they took it, they also grabbed a duck foot board, and said while gnawing on it: "Yun'er, you have a lot of ideas, then you can find a difficult wine order." ”

Song Yun'er said: "In this way, the last word of the poem memorized by the person in front of you should be the first word of the ancient poem memorized by the person behind." Moreover, it must also be related to winter. ”

Bai Sumei nodded and said, "It's difficult, I'm afraid I can't do it, just wait for the punishment." ”

Song Yun'er said: "Sister Bai doesn't have to be polite, you are deeply hidden, I am the half bucket of water dingdong." He turned his head to Mrs. Bai and said, "Auntie, you speak first." ”

Mrs. Bai was not humble either, and said: "I am sad every year, and I am sad everywhere." This is a sentence in Zhang Lei's "Winter Miscellaneous" in the Song Dynasty.

"May? Plums? ~" Yang Qiuchi frowned, there were not many ancient poems in his head, where did he think of it for a while, he simply admitted defeat, and was about to serve a wine glass, but Song Yun'er stopped him: "Wait, brother, let you go, allow you to use homophony." ”

Oh? It's pretty much the same, you have to think about it, but, at this moment, I already remembered an ancient poem that started with the word plum, and said with a smile: "Who wants you to let it!" He coughed twice, shook his head and said, "The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance." ”

"Hee-hee~!" Song Yun'er smiled again: "Brother, if you want to praise your sister-in-law and Sister Bai, you don't have to be so direct, right?" ”

Yang Qiuchi was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's wrong with me?" ”

"The poem you memorized just now is clearly praising Sister Bai and Sister-in-law Xiaoxue."

"Why did I praise them?"

"Mei Xunxue is three points white, that is to say, in terms of appearance, Sister Bai is not as white as her sister-in-law Xiaoxue, but Xue loses a fragrance of Mei, that is, in terms of talent, sister-in-law Xiaoxue is not as good as Sister Bai. You're complimenting them on a smart and show, right? Song Yun'er blinked.

"Nonsense! Pull and pull! Yang Qiuchi said with a smile. I thought, don't say it, this Song Yun'er can really break it, and she can also break it to the point.

Song Yun'er said again: "Actually, if Sister Xiaoxue can get rid of the dark spot on her face, she can really be regarded as a stunning beauty, I dare not say that she must be better than Sister Bai, at least better than me......"

Speaking of this, the smile on Song Yun'er's face suddenly disappeared, as if she was listening to something.

"What's wrong? Yun'er. Yang Qiuchi asked.

Song Yun'er said: "There are crying, the crying of several people. ”

When they heard this, all the people pricked up their ears and listened, "No! Yang Qiuchi looked at Song Yun'er suspiciously, and after a while, after the carriage galloped forward again, sure enough, there was a faint cry in the wind: "My son, ......!" Wake up......! Woo ...... "The cry is miserable.

Yang Qiuchi picked up the corner of the curtain in front of him and stretched out his head to look outside. The cold wind was biting, and Yang Qiuchi almost couldn't open his eyes, but he still dimly saw a group of people surrounding the grass on the ridge in the distance.

Song Yun'er's head stretched out from under Yang Qiuchi's chin: "Brother, what do you see?" What's going on? ”

"It's not very clear, I can't see clearly."

The carriage got closer and closer, and slowly saw clearly, there were seven or eight people around the barren grassland in the distance, some old and some young, crying. Yang Qiuchi and their carriage galloped over quickly, and after that, the group of people was blocked by the carport.

Yang Qiuchi retracted her head, and the little maid Yuechan asked curiously, "Young master, what do you see?" ”

Yang Qiuchi shook his head: "I can't see clearly, there are many people around the ridge in the distance, and the carriage is running too fast." ”

Song Yun'er said: "I can see clearly, there is an old man sitting on the grass in the middle of the crowd, holding a child in his arms, seven or eight years old, as if he is dead, not moving, his head and hands are drooping. ”

Yang Qiuchi sighed, his brows furrowed, he thought about it, and suddenly shouted, "Stop!" Stop it! ”

"What's wrong?" Song Yuner asked.

When the maid Yuechan heard this, she had already opened the curtain and stopped the carriage by the handlebar.

Yang Qiuchi said: "That crowd is surrounded by cultivated land, and it doesn't look like it's burying children there, so that group of people doesn't look like they're burying children." The village was on a hillside in the distance, and they ran here to cry, indicating that the child had probably had an accident and might have been killed. Let's check it out! ”

As soon as Song Yun'er heard that there was murder, her chance to be a hero came again, her eyes lit up, and she first picked up the curtain and jumped out of the carriage. Yang Qiuchi said to Mrs. Bai's mother and daughter: "Mrs. Bai, Miss Bai, you two wait in the carriage, let's go see what's going on." Then he got out of the car.

As soon as Yang Qiuchi's carriage stopped, Nangong Xiong, who was opening the road in front, ran back on horseback with two guards and asked, "My lord, what happened?" ”

Yang Qiuchi walked towards the crowd and said, "There may be a murder case over there, I'll go and see." ”

Nangong Xiongfei dismounted and said, "Be careful, I'll send someone to guard first." With that, he waved his hand to the entourage of a few brocade-clad guards, who had already heard their conversation, and trotted to the crowd with their hands on the hilt of their swords.

When Yang Qiuchi approached the crowd, the villagers were already kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to greet the eldest master. One of the old men was indeed holding a child in his arms, the child was dressed in a short green cloth, and there was blood on his forehead, the corners of his mouth, his neck, and his chest.

A few brocade-clad guards stood aside with their hands on the hilts of their swords, staring at these people, while others stood guard on the perimeter, looking around, warily watching every passerby. The rest of the brocade guards spread out around the convoy, protecting the luggage of the carts.

Master Jin and Master Long also got out of the carriage and walked over.

Yang Qiuchi looked at the child in the old man's hand and asked, "Uncle, what happened." ”

"Master Hui: My son doesn't know who killed him. Woooooooooooo The old man hugged his son's soft corpse and cried. Several men, women and children next to him were also sobbing.

Yang Qiuchi did not wear an official uniform, but this person knew that Yang Qiuchi was an official master, obviously from the Jinyi Wei who came earlier.

Yang Qiuchi said: "You put the child down and let me check it." ”

"Yes." The old man put the child's body on the ground.

(To be continued)