Sujin Garden is not big, but it is elegant and chic, and a volley water pavilion on the lotus pond in the middle is ingenious, which makes people look at it. All kinds of flowers in the courtyard are in full bloom, purple and red, competing with each other, beautiful, refreshing.

There is a smell of grilled fish in the air, Qing'er has eaten dinner, can't help but want to taste it, Liuzhu carefully supports, the rain flower stone path under his feet, the stone is smooth and full, and it is very comfortable to walk on it.

Changying welcomed them to the pavilion, the chessboard had already been prepared, a few meters away, was a fire set up, on which squeaky fresh fish was roasted, Uncle Jing Huang skillfully cooked tea, maybe Princess Jin didn't care, but Chang Ying knew that Uncle Jing Huang could do it himself, except for Murong Ling'er, there was only this one in front of him.

Qing'er smiled lightly, her eyebrows were frivolous, and the elegance was flowing into the bones.

Uncle Jing Huang poured the tea into the cup: "Drink a cup of tea, warm your body, although the spring flowers are blooming, in the end it is the north, the evening breeze is still a little cool, you are too thinly dressed, go and bring my cloak." ”

Uncle Jing Huang feels that it is natural for the elders to care about the younger generations, but in the eyes of outsiders, if a woman is dressed in a man's clothes, it is a symbol of ownership.

Liuzhu's face turned white in an instant, and he leaned over: "Let the prince work, it is the slave's dereliction of duty, so go back to get the princess's cloak, and you won't dare to work the prince." Turning around and ordering the maid to follow, Uncle Jing Huang was slightly stunned, then nodded with satisfaction, and looked at Changying's eyes with appreciation.

Changying was a little confused by the second monk, could it be that the prince praised his vision very well, but Liuzhu was good, he saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, and he didn't dare to cross the thunder pool by half a step, for fear of annoying the Liuzhu girl and making Princess Jin angry.

Uncle Jing Huang left another son, and there was a series of footsteps on the path in the courtyard, and a maid went to get the cloak, as if a bunch of people had come. Uncle Jinghuang's eyebrows rose, but Qing'er put all her energy on the chessboard, and Changying handed the fish to Liuzhu and put a cloth under the plate to avoid scalding Liuzhu.

The two looked at each other, Liuzhu shy and left, Changying suddenly felt full of strength, and he couldn't wait to catch all the fish in this yard and bake them for Liuzhu to taste.

He also noticed the changes in the pavilion, King Jin came in with Changyang, stretched out his hand to take off his cloak, and carefully surrounded Qing'er: "I met your maid in the garden, so I came over, and my husband is not cold." ”

King Jin stopped Qing'er's movements, and his gentle gaze could drown a person, and the eighth master coughed lightly: "Lord Jing, the eighth elder of the royal family in Xiamo Country, I will give you a salute." ”

By the dim candlelight, the eighth master stared at Uncle Jinghuang's actions, and then fell into place, calmly arranging the grilled fish: "Since you are here, sit down, this is just done, using the seasoning brought from Nanshengguo." ”

The eighth master has never been immune to food, as long as it is food, he has always refused, not to mention, he smelled the fragrance outside the courtyard, he and the King of Jin came here for a different purpose, people are looking at his daughter-in-law, he, at best, is the role of the mud.

Dark One and Dark Two followed closely on the left and right, Changyang fought according to the pillar, very close to Uncle Jinghuang, Changying was not suitable for squeezing into the pavilion, it was already overcrowded.

He pulled Liuzhu and stood outside the pavilion, and there was a maid next to Qing'er, just as Changying thought, there was no place for her to stand, and now she went in, it was a little weird.

Changying slowly leaned on the few remaining fish, one of which was already golden, and he gave it to Liuzhu, which caused her to look surprised, and the food of the masters, without reward, was directly eaten, but it was a taboo.

"Take it, this is the prince's reward for me, for you, we often do this, you don't eat it often."

Liuzhu hesitated again and again, but still reached out to take it, and said thank you with a smile on her face.

The light is shining, the smile is as warm and translucent as before.

Since the magpie had the last time there was a case of Liu Jingxian, the side concubine of King Li, the queen mother gave her permission to go to Zhuangzi, saying that it was the princess of Jin who went to the suburbs to relax, in fact, she was worried that she would encounter such trouble again, and it was terrible to give Princess Jin a reputation that no one in her eyes was.

In the pavilion, there are three princes and one princess, and a few people waiting on the side, almost holding their breath, Changyang, Dark One and Dark Two are people who practice martial arts.

Qing'er fell again: "Your chess skills are really stagnant, these days, I have cultivated myself and improved a lot." ”

Uncle Jing Huang lost this game, but he smiled calmly, "I heard that you recently got a close friend, and your chess skills are very good, why don't you see the palace as a guest." ”

The eighth master ate very happily, and wiped the traces stuck to the corners of his lips with a sweat towel: "The fairy has a very strange temper, she is not old, she is old-fashioned, and she is mysterious and secretive when she encounters trouble, but it can be regarded as being able to cure the fourth brother's Gu poison, after all, going to the Medicine King Valley is not something that can be done in a moment and a half, and you must always deal with the things here." ”

Uncle Jinghuang's eyes penetrated deep into the ink, and the thick eyebrows were slanted into his sideburns, silently revealing a coldness: "The high priest of Nan Shengguo is nearby, you also saw it last time, why didn't you think about letting him govern it." Nansheng is prevalent in witchcraft, and the high priest's methods are slightly better than those of Miao Jiang back then, and it should not be impossible to heal the King of Jin. "Kiss

Thinking of the excessive request mentioned by the high priest, Qing'er shook her head firmly, "We can't meet the conditions set by the high priest, so there is no need to cooperate." ”

That old thing, that's true. Uncle Jing Huang exchanged letters with the high priest, and the other party also said a few perfunctory words, and did not really explain the reason for not treating King Jin, is it?

"When did you decide to leave?"

"Let's try to settle things here within a month, and then get up and go to the Medicine King Valley."

The originally cheerful atmosphere was broken by unpleasant topics, everyone was silent for a while, and Liuzhu and Changying also lowered their voices, but it was Uncle Jinghuang's sigh that lifted everyone's silence, and the night was late and dispersed one after another.

Uncle Jing Huang sat alone in the center of the courtyard, his mind constantly scrolling with the pictures of the past, the bits and pieces of the three brothers and sisters learning art together, time swayed, after all, it was over.

The sun rose slowly, and wisps of warm and bright light entered the room through the window screen, Mu Zhixi casually pulled a few buns and wore a plain blue and white skirt, covered with a light blue half-arm with gold wire, looking beautiful, but obviously dressed in a hurry.

Today is the day of her mother's death, and a few days ago she began to take care of all the things needed for the sacrifice. Mu Ningyuan is used to getting up early, running a few laps in the small courtyard first, and then reading in the morning.

After breakfast, the brother and sister got up and hurried to their mother's mausoleum.

The originally clear sky was covered by dark clouds at some point, and a strong wind blew through, and the rain fell unexpectedly.

The roof of the carriage was made of special tarpaulin to shelter from the wind and rain, and the maid and Xiao Si, who were sitting outside the carriage, also entered the carriage, and only the coachman wore a robe and a hat to drive the carriage in the wind and rain. Fortunately, it was the carriage that my brother had hired, and if it was replaced by her, I would definitely be reluctant to use some of them, and I would have suffered at this time, and I might even delay the time to go to my mother's grave.

Mu Zhixi subconsciously touched the purse in his sleeve, this month's expenses are less than ten taels of silver, my brother's pen, ink, paper and inkstone should be added, summer is approaching, my brother should have a few decent summer shirts.

The ancestral tomb of the Mu family, covering about five or six acres of land, looks around, the mausoleums are next to each other, which really makes people feel sad in their hearts.

The drizzle was like a needle, soaking through Mu Zhixi's clothes. The raindrops on her eyelashes made her vision slowly blur.

In such weather, they could not burn paper outside, and the two brothers and sisters headed towards the temple built by the Mu family.

The temple is built at the end of the ancestral tomb, and a quiet, yellowed window paper blocks the fine rain and cold wind, and the occasional incense wafts in, making the room more solemn.

Mu Zhixi found a tablet dedicated to his mother, lit incense candles and paper money, the flames drove away the cold air on their bodies, and the jumping flames scattered in the corners of the house with paper ashes as light as a feather with the cold wind leaking in from the window lattice, and there were people here who cleaned every day without worrying about accumulating dust.

The drizzle outside the window had not stopped, and the rain had not yet passed, but it had wet the mud in front of the house and scattered the flowers on the branches. The rain is like a person, the person is sad, Mu Zhixi's slightly sad choking came through the low window, and gradually drowned in the silent spring rain.

It was not too early, so the brother and sister cleaned up and walked towards the periphery of the mausoleum, and although they did not bring rain gear, they finally decided to kowtow to their mother's grave.

Mother's grave according to the age of the Mu family to lean back, they walked half a stick of incense to arrive, in front of the grave there are melons and fruit snacks, there are traces of burned confetti, mother's family has no one left in Beijing, who came here to worship.

Mu Zhixi and Mu Ningyuan raised their heads anxiously, raised their eyes and looked around, except for the empty rain curtain, there was no one else.

King Jin used rice porridge and side dishes, these were all prepared by Qing'er herself, which was naturally good, "Those roast ducks, looking at them makes people have a great appetite, the lady has done so much, she is really tired, let the husband rub your shoulders for you, okay?" ”

Their husband and wife are getting better and better, untying the knot in their hearts, talking freely, and no more secrets, this is the way of husband and wife, Qing'er likes this feeling.

"I asked people to send two to Uncle Jinghuang, and the fairy with wonderful hands didn't pull them down, but where did the eighth go? If you have to go out in such weather, is it the tolerance of settling in the palace? ”

The eighth master rushed out early in the morning, and it had been raining for a day, and he had no intention of stopping, but he didn't use lunch in the house.

"It is said that he is going to sacrifice a benefactor, these years, although he is not in Beijing, every day on this day, he will let people go to worship and sweep, but this year he is back, and he wants to go in person."