Chengdu, Sichuan, the right political envoy Yamen Neiya, a morning after the beginning of winter.

The sky was already bright, the sky was raining lightly, and the winter in Chengdu could not be said to be cloudy alone, it was a lid clasped by the thick clouds of iron gray, and then, the shadows seeped into every pore of this ancient city like diluted ink.

A woman who looked like a maid, carrying a basin, walked into a quiet courtyard, came to a door, and shouted through the door: "Miss, the sky is already bright, the lord and the lady said that we will go to Wenshu Monastery to offer incense after noon." ”

In the middle of the night, there was no movement in the room, and at this time, another maid-like woman, about fourteen or fifteen years old, jumped over with a large bouquet of red plums, and the girl at the door hurriedly signaled her to be quieter.

The maid with the red plum in her hand stepped forward and asked softly, "Ziyan, Miss hasn't gotten up yet?" ”

The maid at the door called Ziyan nodded: "Pingyue, Miss got up early to practice, Mr. Kuang came before, and said that Miss's swordsmanship has improved a lot recently-Huan'er, where did you pick plum blossoms?" It's so beautiful. ”

The maid named Huan'er with the plum blossom in her hand shook the plum blossom in her hand proudly: "I went to the back garden early in the morning to pick it and gave it to the young lady." He stepped forward, put his ear to the door, and listened, "Why is there no sound at all?" ”

Ziyan saw that the time was not early, and the lord and the lady over there were still waiting for the young lady to eat together, so she knocked on the door again, which was heavier than before, "Miss, don't sleep anymore, the old man is in a hurry." ”

As he was shouting, Mrs. Xia, a woman in her forties, supported by two maids, walked over.

Recently, Xia has always been unable to sleep well, but whenever he sleeps, it is a nightmare, always black and white impermanence and a large number of poisonous snakes spitting letters, so in the morning he discussed with the master, and took his daughter Qiaozhen to Wenshu Monastery, where the abbot of Fayuan and the master are world friends, go to incense, and hope to be better.

"Ziyan, what's going on? Don't tell the young lady to get up, when is it, I'm afraid we have to have a fasting feast at Wenshu Monastery for lunch. ”

Seeing that Mrs. was coming, Ziyan and Huan'er hurriedly stepped aside and lowered their heads. Ziyan replied: "Back to Madame, I have been waiting at the door of Miss for a long time, Miss did not reply, and I dare not call her loudly, you know the ...... of Miss's temper"

Mrs. stepped forward and gently poked Ziyan with her finger, this girl has been in the Wu family for many years, because she is well-behaved and sincere, she has been following her, and then her daughter is older, so she will give Ziyan to her daughter as a maid.

Madame walked to the door: "Qiaozhen, Zhen'er, get up, today we are going to Wenshu Monastery, good!" ”

Madame called several times, but there was still no sound in the room.

Mrs. was annoyed: "This child is getting worse and worse, and he is about to get married, why is he still like a child?" ”

"Ziyan, don't you know if Miss will sneak out?" Huan'er asked, holding the plum blossom in his hand.

"Yes, yes, Huan'er is right, Ziyan, didn't you find out that Miss went out? Open the door and take a look. Madame seemed to wake up from a dream.

Ziyan thought it was impossible, but when she thought that she had also left the courtyard to go to Madame's side, she was right to think about it. So he stepped forward and knocked on the door, but there was still no movement. He pushed the door and bolted it from the inside.

"This damn girl must have jumped out of the window to play again." Xia frowned. My daughter's surname is stubborn, she likes to dance with guns and sticks, and the teachers she invited were all beaten away by her, until she invited Kuang Mi later, this gentleman can be literary and martial, and he will treat his daughter obediently and closely, which is honest.

But the daughter is not good at studying, and pesters Mr. Kuang all day long to ask him to teach martial arts, since practicing martial arts, she often does not go out of the door, but enters and exits through the window, and now she is sixteen years old, and she is still like this, it is really unusual.

Ziyan went around the back of the house and found that the windows were closed well, which was not like the style of the young lady, she always jumped off and left, and these things about closing the windows have always been the affairs of the maid.

Ziyan faintly felt that something was wrong, she walked to the window, stuck a little saliva with her fingers, cut a small hole in the window paper, and pasted it to see.

The lady was waiting at the door, and suddenly heard a terrible scream from behind the house, she hurriedly walked over with the maid, only to see Ziyan slumped under the window, her body trembling.

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Yang Qiuchi and his entourage rushed to Chengdu at night, and everyone was very tired.

After entering the city, Song Yun'er asked Yang Qiuchi: "Brother, should we go to see my master first, or go to investigate the case first?" ”

Yang Qiuchi had already thought about this question, looked up at the sky, saw that the sun was setting, and said: "Let's go to see Ruobing first, and then go to the Jinyi Wei Qianhu Office to see Shen Shisheng's monitoring of the political envoy's family, and finally go to the political envoy's yamen to find Wu Qiaozhen to investigate the case." ”

Song Yun'er exclaimed happily: "Great! When I was able to meet Master soon, I knew that my brother was the best! ”

The group came to Liu Ruobing's exquisite small garden, and the gatekeeper was the brocade-clothed female guard sent by Yang Qiuchi, and when they saw Yang Qiuchi and others coming, they were surprised and delighted, and hurriedly knelt down on one knee, hugged their fists and said: "My subordinates see the lord." ”

Yang Qiuchi raised his hand to let them get up and asked, "What about Senior Liu?" In front of outsiders, Yang Qiuchi has always called Liu Ruobing a senior.

"In the garden. Sir, please come in! ”

Yang Qiuchi stepped into the small garden. Bypass the wall, pass through the living room, walk through the zigzag nine-curved corridor, the lotus leaves in the pond under the corridor have been adjusted to zero, the winter in Chengdu is a little wet and cold, the water surface by the pond is covered with a thin layer of white ice, a few red, red, yellow and yellow carp hide under the blue lake, and do not swim, as if painted.

Passing through the rockery meadow, you will be greeted by the small attic where Liu Ruobing lives, looming in a still lush bamboo forest.

When he came to the attic, Yang Qiuchi walked up, walked a few steps, didn't find anyone behind him, stopped and turned around to look, only to see Song Yun'er and Hong Aya standing downstairs, looking at himself.

Yang Qiuchi asked strangely, "Hey, why don't you two come up?" What are you doing standing there stupidly? ”

Hong Aya said in a sweet and greasy voice: "Master, Hong Aya will wait a while and then go up to meet Senior Liu." ”

Yang Qiuchi turned his head, and immediately understood that Hong Aya wanted to let herself be alone with Liu Ruobing for a while, smiled slightly, nodded, and looked at Song Yun'er: "What about you?" Don't you want to see your master? ”

Song Yun'er gritted her silver teeth lightly and smiled: "Brother, it's better for you to go up first, and I'll come up later." ”

Yang Qiuchi went down the stairs, walked to Song Yun'er, and took her hand: "What kind of mess, let's go, let's go up together!" ”

Song Yun'er shook her hand, then gently broke free of Yang Qiuchi's palm, and looked at Yang Qiuchi with bright black pupils: "Brother, Master is about to give birth, you two must have a lot to say, you talk for a while, a tea time, Hong Aya and I will come up, okay?" ”

Yang Qiuchi knew that this Song Yun'er was also a stubborn surname, so he was no longer reluctant, reached out and gently scraped the bridge of her tall nose, and said lovingly: "Xiao Nizi, you have a lot of ideas, okay, a cup of tea, you two will come up." ”

Song Yun'er and Hong Aya glanced at each other and nodded.

Yang Qiuchi stepped up the stairs, walked through the corridor, and came to Liu Ruobing's bedroom door, knocked lightly, and called: "Ruobing!" ”

The door creaked open, and Liu Ruobing stood at the door in a loose white dress, her eyes like autumn water were full of joy: "Qiuchi, it's really you!" ”

Yang Qiuchi stepped into the threshold and stretched out his hands: "Ruobing, Qiuchi has come to see you!" ”

Liu Ruobing stared at Yang Qiuchi deeply, her eyes were full of love, and she suddenly threw herself into Yang Qiuchi's arms, and said in a trembling voice: "Qiuchi ......"

Yang Qiuchi carefully hugged her, blocked her red lips with his mouth, and the two kissed deeply. It took a long time to separate. Yang Qiuchi gently stroked Liu Ruobing's already bulging lower abdomen and said, "How is our child?" ”

Two blush flowers floated on Liu Ruobing's cheeks: "He's naughty, always kicking and beating......"

Yang Qiuchi said with a smile: "Ha, I have already started practicing martial arts in my mother's belly, and I will be a master of the world in the future!" ”

Liu Ruobing's face was full of happiness, her hands around Yang Qiuchi's neck, and she looked up at his eyes: "You are finally here, my child and I miss you so much...... "The bright eyes were already moist.

"I miss you so much!" After the two kissed deeply, they snuggled up to the table by the window and sat down.

Liu Ruobing snuggled in Yang Qiuchi's arms, silently feeling his warmth, and after a long time, she sat up straight, and smiled slightly: "Okay, quickly call Yun'er and them up." ”

Liu Ruobing had already heard what they were talking downstairs just now, and Yang Qiuchi hurriedly walked to the door and shouted, "Yun'er, Hong Aya, you two come up!" ”

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Song Yun'er first flew into the room like a light child, called Master, and threw herself into Liu Ruobing's arms, Liu Ruobing hugged her lovingly, and said angrily: "It's all so big, it's still like a child." ”

Song Yun'er grinned, took a stool, sat next to Liu Ruobing, straightened Liu Ruobing's robe, and asked, "Master, how is the baby?" ”

"Okay, good, you'll see him in a few moments."

"Great!" Song Yun'er held her master's hand affectionately.

At this time, Hong Aya walked in and gave Liu Ruobing a blessing: "Slave and maid Hong Aya, I've seen Senior Liu." Liu Ruobing smiled and nodded, beckoning Hong Aya to sit down.

(To be continued)