Chapter Twenty-Seven: Fighting Flies
Chun Yuyan took the brocade box, and there were rows of golden puff pastry neatly stacked inside, and a sweet fragrance of chestnuts suddenly came out.
"Well, it's really delicious." Chun Yuyan squinted, enjoying the feeling of chestnuts melting in his mouth, sweet but not greasy.
"Thank you, father!" Chun Yuyan smiled and bent his eyes, but he never mentioned what happened during the day today.
Lying on the bed, the second lady sighed and turned to face the prime minister.
"My lord, do you think Yan Yan really has some thoughts about that Yuan Su?"
The second lady muttered secretly in her heart, Yan Yan would get dizzy when she went out to see a lot of people, but she had never reacted so violently, but it was like she was stimulated......
Prime Minister Chun Yu was also thinking about his thoughts, and when he heard the words, he said: "The matter has come to this, it's useless to talk about it, I've been thinking about a few candidates these days, and I've seen it when I look back, let Yan Yan see it." ”
After speaking, he stopped talking, but the hand under the quilt clenched, hum, tomorrow when I see Annanbo, I must punch him first!
Not to mention, on the second day, the prime minister beat Annanbo in front of the palace.
Annanbo was shocked and aggrieved, and shouted at Prime Minister Chunyu: "What are you crazy about? ”
Prime Minister Chun Yu rubbed his hands that were a little sour, and said lightly: "Oh, this is my family tradition, when considering the child's parents, I always have to examine whether the future in-laws are resistant to beating." ”
Annanbo covered half of his face and gritted his teeth: "What is the tradition? Still beating me? ”
"Then why don't I beat up one of your dicks?" Chun Yu is the prime minister's slow and logical way.
Annanberg ......
Thinking of the pitiful face of his second child, he spit out a mouthful of blood and spit, and turned around viciously and left.
Prime Minister Chun Yu straightened his clothes, and then he walked into the hall slowly.
After talking about the early dynasty, Emperor Jian'an asked with great interest: "I heard that the prime minister beat An Nanbo before the early dynasty today, what happened to the two Aiqing?" I'm glad to hear it, and I'm glad to hear it, and I'll give you a critique too. ”
Prime Minister Chun Yu glanced at Emperor Jian'an's gossip-filled eyes and did not speak.
Annanbo held his breath and came out of the queue with his head bored: "Your Majesty, it was the minister who fell a fly on his face, and the prime minister's hand to beat the fly was stronger. ”
Emperor Jian'an raised his eyebrows, listened to An Nanbo's serious nonsense, and then looked at Prime Minister Chunyu.
Prime Minister Chun Yu coughed and said, "The minister recently started to get up early and exercise in the morning, and his hand strength was not controlled for a while, hehe." ”
Emperor Jian'an waved his hand, pulled down, retreat to the court, these courtiers are not cute at all, tell him what's wrong, you can't let him listen to it.
The corners of Zhou Shan's eyes twitched, and he decisively stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Retreat!" ”
The emperor is enough, isn't it enough to tease those concubines in the harem?
Besides, the second lady didn't sleep well after tossing and turning all night, and got up the next day and went to Chun Yuyan's Qiushuangzhai.
Watching Chun Yuyan obediently drink the medicine, eat bird's nest porridge again, and walk around the ground a few times, and finally sat on the edge of Chun Yuyan's bed, and said earnestly: "Yan Yan, what about this fate, I can't say for sure, it's not that there is a sentence, the Buddha said: All things are the harmony of karma, the origin of the cause, the end of the fate is nothing, nothing else." ”
Chun Yuyan blinked: "Erniang, when did you start studying the Buddhist scriptures?" ”
Second Lady ......
sighed, knowing that Yan Yan was not ready to say it again, Yan Yan has always been like this in the past few years, giggling on his face, but he refused to say anything.
The second lady lowered her head in some frustration.
Chun Yuyan pursed her lips: "Erniang, in fact, does a woman have to get married?" Like you, if you didn't have a father, weren't you prepared not to marry for the rest of your life? ”
The second lady raised her head: "Yan Yan, what are you worried about?" ”
"Erniang, I dreamed of my mother yesterday......" Yan Yan muttered, her moist eyes full of pain and longing.
"If Mother didn't have me... and the younger brother, or will not ......"
The second lady was shocked, as if she had forgotten to breathe, and looked at Chun Yuyan without blinking.
After a long time, the second lady said softly: "If Mrs. is here, she must also hope that you are happy, and she will not regret having you." ”
Looking at the bead curtain that hung in the air and shook gently after the second lady left, Chun Yuyan thought silently.
It's sadder to have it and lose it than to never have it......
At the end of July, a light rain fell for two days in quick succession, and the heat in the air finally dropped a little.
On this day, Prime Minister Chun Yu took leave, and everyone knew the whereabouts of the prime minister, so they only bowed their hands slightly and left.
Chun Yuyan changed into a plain white brocade shirt, only pulled a bun on his head, and inserted a white magnolia flower.
The second lady and the lady are also dressed plainly.
In the ancestral hall, the tablet of the prime minister's wife stood there quietly, and Chun Yuyan knelt down holding a plate of hibiscus cakes.
Every year on this day, Chun Yuyan will make a plate of hibiscus cake, her mother liked hibiscus flowers the most during her lifetime, she said that hibiscus flowers are called frost rejection, but it seems to be the most suitable frost, and people should be like hibiscus, proud of frost.
Chun Yuyan lowered his head, and the tears in his eyes fell down and hit the plain white brocade skirt.
Mother, daughter can't do it......
This world is too difficult, without a mother, it seems that the sky is so far away and empty, and the hibiscus tree that is covered by frost and snow will no longer have such brilliant and blooming hibiscus flowers.
The second lady wiped her red and swollen eyes and helped Chun Yuyan up.
"Yan Yan, be good, get up."
Jiao Niang also wiped her tears, and leaned on Chun Yuyan's side with a red nose.
I don't know why, Chun Yuyan's wide back, kneeling there was a gloom, and Jiao Niang was shocked.
Prime Minister Chun Yu stood silently in the distance, and his heart was desolate.
Qingting, I'm sorry, Jia'er still hasn't been found, and Yan Yan can't get out of the shadow of the year, I'm really useless......
On this day, everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion was lightly armed and sad, and the Prime Minister's wife was graceful and generous, beautiful and elegant, as if no sentence could be described, and they felt a pity when they thought of it.
At this moment, the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion was knocked on the door.
The little guy guarding the door wiped a handful of tears and stood up, muttering: "Who, don't you know that the Prime Minister's Mansion is closed today?" ”
He was listening to the old man in the house talk about the prime minister's wife, he was only more than ten years old at that time, and his father was also seriously injured and died in that incident.
The door opened, and a little guy about his age proudly pulled out a gorgeous invitation with a red background and a golden flower.
"This is the post that my patriarch princess gave to your house."
The little servant took it, and watched as the man held his head high, turned over and rode away.
I secretly spat in my heart, and I dragged something, but I immediately sent the post to the inner courtyard.
The eldest princess or something, I can't afford to mess with ......
However, who in the whole capital doesn't know that the Prime Minister's Mansion is sad and sad today, and she is closed to the guests, and this eldest princess is too eyeless.
The little guy was dissatisfied, pulled up his sleeves and wiped his nose and tears.