The clouds are faint, the clouds are full of morning light, the green shadows of the distant mountains are only sparsely rendered, and the horizon is white, but the people in the old mansion of Mengfu are already in a hurry.

"Ma'am, beware of the cold."

The bath pavilion was surrounded by a mist, and Ying'er stepped forward in time to put on a robe for Shen Zhihe, who was out of the bath, took a warm soft towel, and slowly wiped off the residual water stains for her, lest she be shocked when she came out of the bath.

Shen Zhihe's skin was flushed by hot water, a few strands of wet hair slipped off from the ink, and the smell of willow wormwood wafted around his body.

On the day of the Qingming ancestor worship, get up at the time of Mao, and soak yourself in the new willow after fasting.

"The soaked willow leaves are fresh and tender." Shen Zhihe sat down in front of the dressing room, and took the bowl of misty brown decoction, which was so strong that he felt bitter and choking when he smelled it from a distance.

Ying'er carefully dried her hair and combed her hair in a bun: "It was picked and sent by the maid named Li'er, and some more mugwort leaves were added, saying that you are not in good health, go to the cold." ”

Shen Zhihe's eyes flashed slightly, the medicine spoon in his right hand was slowly stirred, the jade bowl was warm, and there were ripples in the circle: "The daughter taught by Wang Po is really sincere." ”

"Last night, the slave maid heard those maids chatting in the back pavilion," Ying'er skillfully pulled a flowing cloud bun, and only inserted a jade chuan diagonally on the sideburns, which was inlaid with two pearls as big as little fingers, "It is said that the old lady deliberately took that Li'er back to Huai'an this time." ”

"I expected it." Shen Zhihe took a sip, the sour and astringent medicinal taste suddenly overflowed her mouth, she frowned, and drank all the medicine in the bowl.

Ying'er hurriedly served the candied fruit wrapped in paper, took the empty bowl, and whispered: "The old lady means ......"

"She beat me and said that if I don't conceive an heir in a year, I will carry someone to make a side room." Shen Zhihe's eyes were faint, and he wiped his lips with a handkerchief, "I think I came to see the daughter of the princess." ”

"What kind of thing is she, a servant girl, who is also worthy of being a side room?" As soon as the words fell, Ying'er was indignant and full of disdain.

The rules of the Yan Dynasty are strict, the wife is respected, the side room is the room, and the last is the concubine, if you want to accept the maidservant, you can only accept it as a concubine, and you still have to serve every day, and the side room is far from the same, but there is a good reputation for a concubine.

A wife is a wife, even if a concubine is favored again, no one dares to do anything to spoil a concubine and kill his wife.

Now Emperor Wei, who is sitting on the chair of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, has favored Concubine Liu Guifei alone in recent years, and it is also after the death of the former Empress Chen, without the queen's advice, this Emperor Wei has become more and more ridiculous recently.

"Of course you can't be a servant," Shen Zhihe took Luo Dai and drew his eyebrows in the mirror, swept away the dirt in his eyes, and then looked at Ying'er, "But if the old lady is rewarded, why not accept her as a righteous daughter?" ”

"As long as the young master's heart is here, no matter how much the old lady tosses, she won't be able to turn the sky upside down."

Thinking like this, Ying'er's heart was also a little fixed, and she raised the plain clothes prepared on the side: "Besides, the prime minister also has a maid for you to marry, right?" Accepting concubines is also our people. ”

She doesn't know anything inside, so naturally she doesn't need to worry about anything.

Shen Zhihe saw Ying'er's expression, sighed slightly in his heart, but he didn't show his face, stood up and let Ying'er dress himself.

Ying'er specially chose a ruyi cloud pattern shirt with a blue Hunan skirt for her, in the end, it is the Qingming Dynasty to worship the ancestors, it is better to be plain and pure, the waist is Peilan, the bell is crisp, and it is a clear spring around the mountain dock.

"It's dawn, let's go out."

Shen Zhihe pursed his lips, saw the warm light climbing the green wall inch by inch, scattering the thick and dark color, calculated the time, and took Ying'er's hand out of the inner courtyard.

The birds cut through the clumps of white, dragging the clouds as they flew away, leaving a shallow trail.

Shen Zhihe stood in front of the corridor of the main courtyard, Ying'er tilted her ears and asked softly, "Why doesn't Madam wait for the young master to come along?" ”

"He has someone to serve him." After a long silence, there was finally a sound, Shen Zhihe gathered his sleeves, and even the morning cold of spring was swept in, and he shrank in with the cold, and his eyes were dim.

As soon as the words fell, there was a steady and small footstep behind him, and Shen Zhihe didn't need to look back to know who was coming.

Without him, it's just that the three years of his youth were too hard.

She stood still, only looking at the exquisite Xifu begonias planted in front of the corridor, and the buildings were blurred into delicate red shadows, such as seeing the water and falling into a dream, which was shattered at the touch.

The footsteps approached, and it was not until he was in front of his shoulder that he fixed his figure.

"Crane."

Meng Jing's eagle eyes hid Ling Guang and called her softly.

Shen Zhihe turned around, with a beautiful etiquette, her back was erect, and the wind swept towards her, very light, and she saw Li'er who was following behind Meng Jinghuai at a glance.

She didn't move her eyebrows, and her chin bowed: "It's me who came early." ”

"Greetings, ma'am." The lady saluted solemnly, with a deferential face, "The slave maid went to give the old lady a life first." ”

After that, he bowed his body and left the main courtyard sideways.

Sure enough, it is the biological daughter of Wang Po, and her every move is engraved on the board.

"She came to deliver the picked willow leaves on her mother's orders, don't think about it." Meng Jinghuai looked at her expression, closed her fingertips, and added, "She has never entered my cabinet." ”

"You don't need to say that." Shen Zhihe's eyes were clear, his onion fingers were tied to the cold jade button, and his tone was unwavering, "Mother has already mentioned to me that she wants to take a concubine for you." ”

Meng Jinghuai froze for a moment, then his eyebrows rose gloomy, he took a step forward, and the bead chains staggered and collided crisply: "When did I say that I wanted to take a concubine?" ”

"It's the rule to raise a concubine after a year." Shen Zhihe took a step back silently.

Who knew that Meng Jinghuai grabbed her hand directly, as if he was smiling angrily, but he also remembered to lower his voice: "You and I have only been married for more than a month, if you want, maybe you will be able to conceive next month, but you don't want to ......"

"Meng Jinghuai!"

The tips of Shen Zhihe's ears quietly turned red, she pushed Meng Jinghuai, the coldness on her face that had been maintained cracked a little, she caught a glimpse of the servants and maids not far away who hurriedly walked by with their heads down, and they didn't dare to look at themselves, and they were even more ashamed.

"I know that I am thin-skinned and jealous." Meng Jinghuai had a three-point smile between his eyebrows, obviously very familiar with her current appearance, and sighed lightly:

"Ah He, you still look the best when you smile."

Shen Zhihe's fingertips under his sleeves pinched his palm fiercely, took a deep breath to stabilize his mind, and looked sideways: "I am your wife, I will never be jealous, and it is my share to take a concubine for you and extend your heirs." ”

Meng Jinghuai only fixed his eyes on her, silent, and looked at Shen Zhihe's heart trembling.

"You still remember that you are my wife."

Half-loud, he laughed, Bai Yubian's hair moved, and his eyes returned to coldness: "It's a pity, I, Meng Jinghuai, am a rough person, but I pay attention to a couple in that life." ”

Shen Zhihe's eyes were blurred with the sky, she forcibly held back her teeth and bit the tender flesh in her lips, but she still didn't have the courage to return his gaze.

The meaning in that eye is too strong, and it hurts when burned.

"You have to remember that you are the wife of my Ming Media." Meng Jinghuai took his hand, only the wind passed through the bamboo, and Xiang Ling was also related, he turned around and walked into the main courtyard:

"After the ancestor worship is over, my mother has asked the painter to paint for you and me to store."

Shen Zhihe's heart flickered.

This is into the ancestral temple jade, and then for the son-in-law and wife into the painting, tied to the ancestral ancestral hall pavilion, is the real forever Meng family tree.

Outline the distant mountains, Shen Zhihe raised his eyes, and it has returned to normal, followed by Meng Jinghuai, and the sound landed:

"I know that."