The affair between Yan Yuchi, the eldest young master of the Yan family, and the maid quickly spread throughout the Yan Mansion, and the scandalous party died unexpectedly, so it was more like a pair of wings and quickly flew to every corner of the huge Yan Mansion.

If it weren't for the arrival of the monks who did the work, I'm afraid those broken-mouthed girls would still be reluctant to stop talking about this matter.

"Noise, go close the window." Listening to the sound of drums and gongs and chanting outside, Xiangzhen gave an order.

The little maid hurriedly closed the window, handed over another cup of tea, and said softly, "Young lady, you can rest for a while after eating a cup of tea, I see that you didn't rest well last night." ”

Xiangzhen sneered, drank the tea, and said, "What's the use of inviting so many monks over?" The person she wants to see the most is not there, how can she walk with peace of mind. ”

The little girl didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only take the cup in Xiangzhen's hand, and helped her to sit down on the edge of the bed, and took a pillow to let her lie down, and then stood on the side of the bed with her hands tied, listening to the unstoppable noise outside and sighing softly.

The door panel was slapped a few times, and immediately, Yan Qingcheng's voice came, "Xiangzhen, I asked them to make your favorite kidney bean roll, how about you taste it?" ”

Xiangzhen shook her head lightly at the little girl, and the little girl walked to the door, opened the door a little, and said softly outside, "Second young master, the young lady just slept, just give me the snacks." ”

"Okay, then I'll go see Jiayan first, and I'll come back when she wakes up."

Yan Qingcheng handed the plate to the little girl, and then left. Xiangzhen looked at the white kidney bean rolls, and tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, "Qingcheng remembers that I love kidney bean rolls, but he doesn't know." ”

***

The rabbit in Jiayan's hand was only three inches tall, with a pink and white face, wearing a golden helmet, wearing armor, and a command flag on his back, riding steadily on the back of a golden lion.

Master Rabbit was bought by Xiangzhen for Jiayan, he likes this toy very much, he has to hold it in his hand when he has nothing to do, and he has to take it with him even when he eats and sleeps, and he is reluctant to let go.

Now, he was running around the yard, and the rabbit in his hand was speeding up and down.

"On the fifteenth day of August, the rabbit's family lives in the moon, picking herbs, making good medicine, and going to diseases and disasters to keep safe." He sang, and the song filled the courtyard.

Yan Qingcheng looked at his bright face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but reveal a smile, and he couldn't help but think of his childhood. He felt that the happiness at that time was the most real, although there were occasional clouds, but they could quickly be dispelled by the sun. And whether it is clouds or sunshine, it is so pure, without a trace of impurities.

He remembers that he was only six years old when he first met Xiangzhen, when his mother was already ill and his eldest brother could not play with him because he had to study. So Xiangzhen, who is two years older, has become the sunshine in his life. He followed her all day long, running all over the Yan family's mansion and courtyard, looking for all kinds of fun to play. She's smart and smart, and she can conjure up new ways to play with whatever she has.

He also likes to listen to her tell about the strange things he encountered when he traveled with his parents, and from her narration, he himself seems to have walked through those great rivers and mountains and cultural landscapes. He always remembered what she looked like at that time: shaking a few dogtail grass in her hands, shaking her head and telling stories one by one. He looked at him and felt his heart give wings and fly beyond the walls.

Later, she left with her parents, but he always thought of her, the two round buns on her head, and the moon-white dress she often wore. He wished that he could see her again one day, but he never thought that although this wish came true, she would also become Yan Yuchi's wife and his sister-in-law.

"Young Master Yan, it turns out that you are here, but I can find it easily." The voice of the cripple behind him interrupted Yan Qingcheng's meditation.

"Mr. Mu, do you have something to do with me?" Yan Qingcheng was stunned for a moment.

"That's right," Mu lame rubbed his hands and smiled on his face, "Our grandson is going to Guixi for a trip, so we won't bother in the house." ”

"The mountains are high and the rivers are far away, Xiao Wu's injury is not healed yet, why do you want to go there?"

"I was also reminded by Xiaowu that I remembered the agreement with an old friend, and now I have to walk for more than ten days to leave Guixi, so it is really delayed." ，

Yan Qingcheng lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head again, "When are you going to leave, I will send someone to see you off." ”

Mu lame waved his hand again and again, "No need, no need, now that you have a lot of things in your house, you don't have to be so troublesome." If it's convenient for you, just hire a carriage for our grandparents and grandchildren...... Also, let's settle the account of Xiuling, hehe......"

After Mu Cripple left, Yan Qingcheng's little servant, who had been standing behind and listening to their conversation, took a sip and said angrily, "This ancestor and grandson are also not angry, something happened in our house, and it was when they were needed, they were good, and they left as soon as they let go." ”

"It's love to help, it's duty not to help, you've been in the Yan family for so long, don't you still understand this truth?" Yan Qingcheng looked at the back of Mu Cripple walking farther and farther, and his eyes were a little more solemn.

***

"Yesterday's red things are white today, but we are really busy." Several servant women hurriedly passed by Zhao Zimai and Baotian, muttering and complaining as they walked.

Zhao Zimai listened to the sound of gongs outside the courtyard, shook his head and said to Baotian, "No, I always feel that Uncle Yan can hide something." Think about it, the Yan family was originally going to deal with this murder case in a low-key manner last night, but today, they invited so many monks to do things, isn't it known to everyone? ”

"What does Childe mean?"

"Unless the matter of the transcendent undead is far more important than any scandal, it is impossible for the Yan family to act like this."

Baotian thought for a while, but he was still puzzled, "Childe, this ritual is for Miss Cuiyun, but even if this Miss Cuiyun is a big girl born in the family, there is no need to make such a big deal about her." ”

A gleam flashed in Zhao Zimai's eyes, and he smiled at Baotian, "That's right, this is exactly what I don't understand." As he spoke, he reached out and patted Baotian's melon skin hat, "After following me for so long, I've finally become smarter." ”

"But the little one still doesn't understand what you want me to do." Baotian straightened up his flattened hat and continued to ask.

Zhao Zimai glanced at him, walked out of the courtyard gate by himself, followed the sound of cymbals and chanting, and walked towards the open place where Cuiyun was doing things.

The yellow monk's robe and red robe were blown up by the wind, like flags fluttering in the wind, enclosing the black nanmu coffin in the middle. In front of this brightly colored "flag array", there stood the head manager of the Yan family and more than a dozen small servants serving tea and water.

Zhao Zimai snorted, the corners of his mouth raised, "Baotian, you see such an important occasion, why is the abbot not there, and Uncle Yan is not there?" ”