Then his eyebrows twitched slightly, and his fingers were slightly raised, but he didn't push them away.

The carriage gradually drove out of the city gate and into a green wood.

Above the treetops, a touch of the fiery red of the maple flew past the new emerald green leaves, shaking off a bud on the branch. The buds fluttered down and landed lightly in the two rut marks of the carriage on the fresh earth.

The small courtyard arranged by Song Yuchen for Yin Mingzhi is located in a remote place in the northwest corner of the royal city, surrounded by a few scattered villages.

The villagers are all natives of Wangcheng, but they have nothing to do with the bustle and bustle of Shenwu Street. They farmed, chopped wood, and hunted for a living, and they lived and worked in peace and contentment.

The warmth and calm are indeed very good, but the calm here is really a bit too much, and the young people have moved to the vicinity of Shenwu Street in batches, leaving only a group of old stubborns who are reluctant to give up their homeland.

Pure and cold, warm and detached.

The liveliest place in the neighborhood is the vegetable market street two hundred steps north of the courtyard.

The sun was warm and warm in late spring, Yin Xiaoqi was carrying a bamboo basket, holding a wicker in his mouth, and whistled untunedly from time to time, looking in a good mood.

The lady who sold meat on the side of the road eagerly greeted this handsome young man, "Xiao Qi, I haven't seen you come to buy vegetables for a long time, do you want some meat?" The piglets that are freshly killed in the morning are fresh, and they are taken back to open the meat. ”

Yin Xiaoqi shook his head and smiled obediently, "No need, I went up the mountain to hunt." ”

As he spoke, he held the basket he held in his right hand high, and there were several wild birds in it.

"Take it back and stew it for the master to drink." Yin Xiaoqi laughed twice, and then seemed to suddenly remember something, "Auntie, let's have two gingers, I suddenly remembered that there seems to be no more at home." ”

"Okay!"

The eldest lady answered, busy looking for money for regular customers, and freed up her hands to pick up vegetables for him, "Today's young people are really sensible, and they know filial piety to their masters at such a young age." ”

Yin Xiaoqi didn't say much to her, and after a few sweet words, he ran away with ginger and a big bag of extra shallots.

The sensible young man carried a lot of trophies, and jumped all the way back to the courtyard, and the cloth-headed tiger tied to the scimitar at his waist jumped up and down, which was very cute.

After a while, there was a sudden clanging sound under the eaves, and then a rich smell of meat wafted out from the crack in the window, and spread out in all directions.

Yin Xiaoqi came out with a bowl of steaming broth, and when he pushed the door and walked into the study, Yin Mingzhi was sitting in front of the bookcase, and a full ink bead fell, turning into clouds and smoke that seemed to be far and near.

The hair of ink poured down, entangled with the handwriting, and it was difficult to separate.

Pushing the door in, Yin Xiaoqi first bowed respectfully, and then put down the dishes and chopsticks, "Master." ”

Yin Ming put down the pen quietly, "How's it going?" ”

"Gone." Yin Xiaoqi thought about it for a while, and then said, "It's all gone." ”

Yin Mingzhi sighed, and changed his words, "Have you intercepted it?" ”

Yin Xiaoqi nodded, put down the wooden cage stuffed with bird feathers, and then reached in without hesitation, and conjured a fat carrier pigeon like a spell in the thick feathers of the ground.

The pigeon's whole body was snow-white, only the left beak was stained with a little bright blood red, and the black bean-like eyes were gloomy.

"How much dumb medicine were fed?" Yin Mingzhi glanced over lightly, his hand movements did not stop, and slowly folded the note with a few small characters written on it layer by layer.

"At most, I can hold on to another stick of incense, this little guy is fluttering so much, I fed two."

Yin Xiaoqi took a handful of the pigeon's round head, and his fingers deftly opened the thin cowhide tube tied to the pigeon's right leg, and took out a roll of extremely fine sea-grain paper and handed it to Yin Mingzhi.

The latter took it very calmly, unfolded it very calmly, threw the paper into the jumping candle flame very calmly, and very calmly rolled up the piece of paper he had just written, and gently put it in.

"Is this soup still there?"

Yin Xiaoqi nodded, his eyes lit up, "Yes!" Master, you eat first, and if it's not enough, I'll serve it to you! ”

Yin Mingzhi shook his head, his lips were pale white, like a thin piece of paper.

He said, "Xiao Qi, you can fill another bowl later, and send it to Miss He." ”

Hearing this, the young man's face suddenly darkened most of the time, and he arched his hand perfunctorily while blocking his heart, "Yes, I know." ”

In the end, I still couldn't help but whisper a complaint, "We have to worry about eating by ourselves, and now we have such a burden." ”

"The prince's arrangement has the intention of the prince." Yin Mingzhi sighed softly and silently, "He sent someone to send Miss He over, it's nothing more than a matter of more pairs of chopsticks." Those who come are guests, and they can be entertained as they should be. Xiao Qi, don't lose your temper. ”

As soon as Yin Xiaoqi heard this, his face darkened, but his eyes quickly turned red, as if he had been wronged, and the handsome and bright young man had undisguised dissatisfaction on his face.

Yin Mingzhi also quickly realized that his tone was a little heavy, so he immediately soothed his eyebrows, showed a somewhat tired smile and said, "Master promised you to take you out to play tomorrow, okay?" ”

Since a long time ago, Yin Mingzhi has followed the principle of how to be a three-year-old. Tong's elders' tricks, but Yin Xiaoqi was not too late, and he didn't care about the thirteen years between him and his own age, and he was still coaxed into obedience.

The thin grievance in the young man's heart was warmed by such a soft sentence, so he closed his mouth contentedly.

His dark eyes rolled in his sockets, and he raised his chin and said, "Then I want to eat the hibiscus jade dew cake that the goose returned to the building." ”

Yin Mingzhi didn't expect him to bargain, and showed a rare look of astonishment.

On the way back from the vegetable market, Yin Xiaoqi saw a little girl with a sheep's horn on the side of the road holding her mother's hand and coquettishly wanting to buy sugar gourds, and after shaking her mother's arm about twenty times, her mother really obeyed her wishes.

Yin Xiaoqi was amazed when he saw it, and after a while, he learned the essence of it according to the gourd painting.