The sunset on the west mountain, the golden wuxi falls, the remnant sun shrouds the corner of Luoyang City, a carriage enters from the city gate, the afterglow is like fire, red Zhu Dantong.

The crowds on both sides of the street were bustling, the vendors shouted and shouted one after another, selling papier-mâché lanterns, children playing from the sedan chair with drums, and horse-drawn carriages avoided the crowds and went straight to the center of the city, before slowly stopping in front of a house.

Ying'er helped Shen Zhihe get out of the carriage, there was some moss on the slate bricks, Shen Zhihe stumbled under his feet, and almost fell, but fortunately he stabilized his footsteps.

She raised her eyes and swept around, the tile wall was cold, and she sneered, thinking that the old mansion of the Meng family was also managed by someone on weekdays.

Shen Zhihe straightened the hem of his skirt and looked sideways, only to see Meng Jinghuai turn over and dismount, the red orange glow reflected with the sword of the sword at his waist, cold and magnificent.

Meng Jinghuai glanced at her, his gaze was as usual, but his face was a little colder: "Hurry up, it's a little earlier than estimated." ”

Shen Zhihe was silent, put a small fan under his sleeve, and was speechless for a while.

Old Madam Meng got out of the carriage with her maid in her arms, her eyebrows were tired, Shen Zhihe's eyes flashed, and she stepped forward with broken steps, and her voice was very soft:

"Mother is tired?"

The old lady coughed a few times with the white silk on her fingers, glanced at her, Xu was out of strength, and her mouth was a little less disdainful: "It's too old to be old." ”

She was lucky enough to pick up a life when she had a difficult birth, and since then the decoction has not been separated, and her body is full of the bitter taste soaked in the medicine, which has been bumpy on the carriage for a day, and she is naturally tired.

"Daughter-in-law is holding you." Shen Zhihe handed over the handle of the fan in his hand to Ying'er, and glanced at each other, his eyes were quite meaningful.

After getting married for many days, there were rumors in Huai'an City that Shen Zhihe was afraid of his mother, and they all said that she was weak, but she ignored them all, and the morning and dusk did not fall for a day.

It's not that she's really weak, it's just that this old lady is very shrewd and old-fashioned, and Shen Zhihe wants to get the key to this house, so he naturally has to pretend to be a gesture.

Seeing that the person in front of him did not refute a few times, Shen Zhihe pinched his palm, and stepped forward to hold Old Madam Meng's arm.

The old lady stared at her for a while, didn't say anything, and walked slowly towards the house.

Stepping into the brown wooden gate, passing through the long road and going straight inside, the crisp sound of the crutches and pestles on the ground was particularly clear, and Shen Zhihe lowered his eyes, only staring at the stone-paved road.

Meng Jinghuai and General Meng Lao had already gone to the outer courtyard to settle down, and Ying'er was ordered to direct the maid to move and pack to her small courtyard.

Shen Zhihe helped the old lady through the sandalwood carved flower door in the inner courtyard, waited for her to sit down next to the desk, and then stood in front of her, silent.

"Your heart is exquisite." The old lady took the tea served by her wife, and the bracelets touched, crisp into the ears.

A roll of the east wind pierced the begonias, Shen Zhihe's eyebrows were lowered, and half of the stars and moon flashed in his eyes: "Mother praises falsely." ”

"Qingming worship ancestors, the family rules and ancestral training are that husband and wife have different rooms after bathing and fasting, you should keep in mind." Mrs. Meng's eye sockets were slightly sunken, and she drank all the tea in the cup and cleared her throat.

Shen Zhihe only responded, the peach cypress swayed, and the hair swept across the side cheeks and disturbed a little itch.

Mrs. Meng rubbed her cuffs with her fingertips, looked at her for a long time, and spoke: "When you enter the ancestral temple, you will have to take care of your body, Huai'er is a lone seedling, you have to open up branches and leaves for the Meng family as soon as possible." ”

Shen Zhihe's eyes were rolling in the paint, the room was quiet, but she felt noisy in her ears, and she didn't show half a point on her face: "My daughter-in-law knows." ”

"This rule has always been to carry a concubine after a year of entry, don't blame me for not reminding you." The old lady pressed her temples, she was tired, she waved her hand, "You go down." ”

"The daughter-in-law retired."

Shen Zhihe bowed and saluted, the jade pendant on his waist rattled, and he went out alone.

"The slave looks at the lady like a deferent one these days." The maid on the side gently pressed Mrs. Meng's shoulder.

Old Madam Meng closed her eyes, half loud, and her eyebrows loosened a little: "It's still early." ”

The splendid wind came to blow the slanted sideburns, Shen Zhihelian walked in steps, she was not familiar with it, and only walked to the side yard as the princess said a few days ago, passing through the garden, and slowed down.

The shadow is in the shade of the flowers, and the flowers and plants in the old house of the Meng family are competing for fragrance and beauty, and it is a skillful person who wants to take care of things.

Shen Zhihe stood on the edge of the corridor and breathed a sigh of relief almost inaudibly.

Mrs. Meng beat her, meaning that she would conceive an heir as soon as possible, otherwise she would have to take a concubine for Meng Jinghuai.

Concubine.

Shen Zhihe was stunned, and silently laughed at himself for the inexplicable sourness.

You're ready, aren't you?

Shen Zhihe lowered his eyes to see, the corridor side of the branches and leaves are thousands of green, one flower and two colors are all romantic, now this flower is unbearable, should not be disappointed, she raised her hand to sniff closely, it is really a good color.

The thin fingers picked the tender glow on the tips of his fingers, and Shen Zhihe smiled bitterly.

Inadvertently raised her eyes, only to see a girl carrying a bamboo basket, presumably to catch the spring sunset dew has not disappeared and want to pick some fresh.

I saw that the girl was familiar with the road and found the flower branches, and as soon as the tips of the onions were closed, and the wrist was turned, the garden was full of spring.

Shen Zhihe saw that her face was full of joy, and he was happy to come.

She didn't think about it, and turned to leave, but the soles of her boots trampled on the branches, making a noise.

"Who?" The girl turned around quickly, and when she saw Shen Zhihe's brocade clothes, Nuo Nuo stepped forward, "Slave and maid, I don't know if you are ......"

"My surname is Shen." Shen Zhihe lowered his eyes, glancing at the intermingling and the Gu sunset dew in the Lian'er rattan basket.

Xilu makes tea, but the Meng family is used to drinking it.

Last name: Shen ......

Li'er frowned, turned her head a few times, and then hurriedly saluted: "The slave doesn't know that it's the young lady, it's rude." ”

"It's okay, you're the maidservant of this old mansion?" Shen Zhihe's voice was faint.

Li'er bit her lip, her cheeks melted, and her eyes were sparkling: "Yes, the slave mother is the son of the family who serves the old lady, Wang Po." ”

Shen Zhihe raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but look at him twice: "It was the daughter of the princess, why didn't you follow the princess to serve in Huai'an?" ”

"Mrs. Hui, it was the old lady who saw that the slave maid was young and couldn't bear to leave her biological father, so she asked the slave to guard the garden of this old mansion." Pian Nuo Nuo only dared to stare at Shen Zhihe's delicately embroidered skirt.

Shen Zhihe was silent, the warbler saw that she hadn't returned for a long time, afraid that she wouldn't know the way, so she found out, and saw Shen Zhihe here, so she hurriedly stepped forward: "Madam, the slave has been looking for you for a long time." ”

"Passing by the garden to enjoy the flowers, I forgot the time for a while." A smell of mud and dust and residual flowers smothered into his nose, Shen Zhihe took Ying'er's hand, glanced at the silent girl on the side, and left with Ying'er.

The pear wood in front of the corridor is deep, and the shadows of the trees are lined with dark fragrance and float.

After a long time, when Shen Zhihe and the two of them walked out of the corridor and couldn't see their backs, Lian'er got up, picked up the rattan basket on the ground, and took a closer look at the Gu Zi with the sunset dew, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Her fingertips were cold, and her eyes were full of the gorgeous skirt that she had just stared at and the startling glance when she turned around.

What a very good-looking person, Li'er thought to herself, she had never seen such a captivating appearance in Luoyang all these years of growing up.

The country is glamorous and beautiful, and the more peonies are born, the eyebrows are cold, only better than the relict narcissus.

No wonder the young master likes it.

The pity lowered her eyes, and there was a thousand meanings flowing freely.