The land south of the Yangtze River, as the name suggests, is located in the south of Dachu, a hundred miles away from the capital.

The people of Dachu know that the scenery and climate here are still good, the land is fertile and warm, suitable for planting tea trees, not to mention, it is still a prosperous water town with many talented and beautiful people.

Going back a few decades, many small countries around Dachu led the war for several years because they coveted the south of the Yangtze River, and the sky was gray at that time, and they were edified by the wolf smoke everywhere.

After the war is gone, only Wu Nong's soft words and Sizhu Xingyu belong to Jiangnan.

Galloping across the official road leading to the south, Shen Yue rode a horse and rushed to the mansion before sunset, but when he entered Shuige Wuzhen, he dismounted and threw the rope to Yuan Xing.

People from all sides came up to say hello.

"Ayo, you're back!"

"It turns out that Ayo's son has gone out, no wonder I haven't seen you these days."

"These snack aunts will send you, go back quickly, Lord Shen is always talking about you!"

Shen Yue bent his lips and nodded at them one by one, and finally took the eldest lady's bag of oil paper wrapped in double brewing balls, and he said obediently: "Thank you, Aunt Qing." ”

Yuan Xing followed behind him, leading two horses, listening to the people behind him still chatting: "I'm afraid that the people in the capital have eye problems?" Ayo Gongzi is so sensible and well-behaved, where is the kind of prodigal son who lingers in the flower shop? ”

Hearing this, Yuan Xing couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, and said in his heart, you really misunderstood the people of the capital......

His gaze turned to the front, sighing, his son-in-law is really as the outside world says, but... Now there is the girl in the garden...... Yuan Xing's eyes immediately turned full of fighting spirit.

That girl will definitely make the prodigal son of the son turn back!

Shen Yue picked up a lot of things along the way, and the people in Jiangnan have always been hospitable, and every time Shen Yue came back, it was like this, so when he returned to the mansion, the servant guarding the door was not surprised to see the big bags and small bags in Shen Yue's arms.

It's just that before Shen Yue could say to him, "Don't tell my dad I'm back", the servant took the thing, turned his head and shouted inside: "My lord-the second son is back!" ”

Shen Youka's words in his throat choked: "......"

As soon as the servant's words fell, one of them rushed out of the antechamber, still carrying a long stick in his hand.

Seeing Shen Yue startled, he didn't have time to reprimand the servant who had no eyesight, so he was so frightened that he dodged everywhere, and the stick fell down one after another.

"Old man! What are you doing? Hey, daddy-".

"Stop fighting! Sick of it! ”

The stick finally stopped, and Shen Yue glared at Shen Yang Ming aggrievedly, his buttocks ached faintly, but it was inconvenient for him to rub it in front of the public.

Shen Yangming was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and when he saw that this unfilial son dared to stare back, he pointed forward with the stick in his hand, which frightened Shen Yue and shrank the back of his neck.

"Do you dare to come back? You still know to come back?! ”

Shen Yue frowned, glanced at Yuan Xing, and said innocently, "Didn't you ask Yuan Xing to tell me that I wanted to come back?" ”

"You-"

Shen Yangming was blocked, and finally realized that it was really not a clear move to teach his son in front of the servant, so he glanced at Shen Yue fiercely.

"Get out of here and go to the study!"

Yuan Xing, who was watching the show from the side, was overjoyed, and when Shen Yue left, he was about to lead the horse to the stable, when he caught a glimpse of Fang Cai's blind servant, who was also laughing, Yuan Xing shook his head and left.

It's no wonder that the money is going to be fined next month, and the heart is still so big......

"I heard that you were chasing ...... A girl? ”

When he returned to the study, Shen Yangming casually dropped the long stick, sat on the chair, and diverted the topic in a somewhat solemn tone.

"What did Shen Linzhi say?" Shen Yue also sat down, noncommittal, "I like her, I want to marry her in the future, what's not to do?" ”

When he said this, his posture was casual, but his tone was undeniable with firmness.

Shen Yangming naturally noticed that he couldn't understand the temperament of the second son, and it was rare to have such a serious moment, so he was silent for a long time.

As if he suddenly remembered something, Shen Yangming asked again: "Then does she like you?" ”

………………

In the approaching season of late autumn, the wind and cold are brewing on the side, and the fallen leaves of Liao Liao are scattered all over the capital with the fragrance of cinnamon.

It's cold, Sheng Changqing's clothes don't keep out the cold, and she doesn't like to go out very much, so she often stays in the bedroom for most of the day.

The attic was built in order to appease Sheng Changqing, and his father invited someone to build, which is not high, only two floors.

Downstairs is where Sheng Changning lives, and the upstairs floor is not visited all year round, even Yuan'er doesn't mention it, and he doesn't know what to put it.

Today, Sheng Changning was bored with big characters as usual, but he heard a sudden loud sound above, as if something had fallen to the ground, and Sheng Changning's heart couldn't help but jump.

Yuan'er went to the internal affairs workshop to get the new cloth, and before she came back, Sheng Changning put down the long hair that she was holding tightly for a moment, and gently put it on the ink inkstone.

A silver dagger in the big sleeve was taken out by Sheng Changning, and she used the long sleeve to hide the edge, her jaw tightened, and she slowly stepped up the wooden stairs of the attic.

The stairs are in disrepair all year round, and there was a creaking sound when he stepped on it, and this sound was like thunder, causing Sheng Changning to jump between his eyebrows.

When he walked up, Sheng Changning found that there was a door here, and there was a lock on the side of the door, which was stained with rust, and it was obvious that no one had opened this door for many years.

But if it is a lock on her side, no one can enter inside, how can there be a sound...... No.

Sheng Changning suddenly thought of something, and as soon as her hand was raised and touched the iron lock, the lock moved lightly, and she frowned lightly.

With a click, the lock was opened.

The person who locked the lock did not lock the lock, but just stuck the door with the lock, Sheng Changning was puzzled, and his hands had already pushed the door open.

The heavy smell of mildew dust came to his face, Sheng Changning frowned, and the dagger in his hand was clenched tightly.

The light inside was dim, Sheng Changning slowly lifted the brocade curtain by the window, touched the ash in his hand, and at the same time the whole room also lit up.

The view of the house from the window is unobstructed. A wooden table, a small couch next to it, and a bookshelf standing on the left wall of the window, so that the simple placement can be seen at a glance, and there is no one hiding at all.

Rao is like this, Sheng Changning still searched vigilantly, but when she didn't see anyone, when she relaxed, she found that fine beads of sweat had oozed from her forehead.

Sheng Changning wiped it away gently, and finally let go of the tense heart, if it was her in the past, if there was a thief who entered the house with light skills, she would not be timid.

It's just that...... Sheng Changqing's body is too weak, if she really encounters someone with some kung fu, her reputation is still a trivial matter, and she doesn't want to lose her hard-won life again.

By the light from the window, Sheng Changqing's eyes swept around, and she was about to close the curtain and leave, when her eyes fell, she stared at one place.

"Princess ......"

It wasn't until Yuan'er's nervous call came that Sheng Changqing calmed down, picked up the blue-shell scroll that fell to the ground, and glanced at the window for the last time.

She didn't bother with the curtains, just locked the lock, and walked briskly.