Seeing Song You like this, Bishuang was startled, put down the things in her hand, and walked towards the bed, but when she saw An Yu being tossed like this, and she was asleep at the moment, she couldn't help but wake up An You.

Bishuang sighed lightly: "The girl said, it's just a few gold bracelets, you don't have to ask your uncle, it's good now, that person went out in such a panic, and he still felt distressed." ”

These words were heard by Song You, who returned from the hall, and looked at Bishuang with his hands: "Naturally, I won't be anxious because of a few broken bracelets." ”

Bishuang hurriedly turned around and bent down to be careful: "Uncle." ”

Song You threw a drawing in his hand to Bishuang: "You go to Jianqin, let him find the craftsman of Xuanji Mansion and do this." ”

Bishuang took the drawings and hesitated: "But I listened to Jianqin crying outside the garden today......

Song You raised his eyebrows and interrupted Bishuang's words: "Yes, he cried that his sister who grew up with him died, although he didn't kiss him." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Bishuang: "When you go, bring him some good food, comfort and comfort him, and finally remember to tell him that he is sad enough, and it is time to work for me." ”

Bishuang's face turned red: "I'm going to comfort?" ”

Song You hugged his arms and said with a smile: "Naturally, I want you to go, you will definitely see immediate results if you go." ”

Bishuang was stunned for a moment, swallowed her saliva, but became a little uncomfortable, and turned her head to look at An Yu: "But the girl ......"

Song You interrupted her words: "There is Xinyu here, if you go here for a while, nothing will happen." ”

Bishuang listened, bit her lip and nodded, and didn't say anything else, bowed and retreated from the house.

When she withdrew, she glanced at Song You's back nervously, thinking that Song You had discovered something, but he didn't criticize her and Jianqin like this, it seemed that he was indeed a magnanimous master.

Song You in the house is still guarding An Yu and never leaving.

He sat on the edge of the couch, looked down at An Yu's cheeks, gently stroked her neck and ears, his movements were gentle and gentle, and his lips were smiling, full of tenderness.

At this moment, the surface of the lake near the plaice courtyard was wrinkled by the wind, and there were ripples, and a thunderclap fell, and a few raindrops completely broke the calm of the lake.

An Yu, who was lying on the couch, frowned.

Song You's palm gently covered her head, and the reassuring and warm power passed through his palm to An Yu in his sleep.

Outside the house, there was already a violent wind and rain, and even the laurel tree in the courtyard had many leaves blown down, and with the strong wind blowing down on the surface of the lake, they drifted on the lake.

Song You's hand in the courtyard never left An Yu's cheek.

He wished to be able to protect her and the child in her womb in this stormy time.

The maidservants in the courtyard had all hidden under the porch, and the little girls who were still helping An Yu to make face polishing cream in the small kitchen had gently pushed open the window, came to the window to look at the wind and rain outside, and closed the window again.

went to the front yard to find Bishuang who was looking for Jianqin, and was dragged by Jianqin to stand under the porch and take shelter from the rain together.

She bit her lip and smiled, took out the snacks prepared in the food box, and only whispered, "Uncle asked me to send it to you." ”

Jianqin didn't look at Bishuang, but a relaxed smile appeared on his face that had been dull, a little shallow but relieved.

After a storm, many fragile flowers and leaves fell on the ground and in the lake, but the scenery in the garden did not change much.

After the rain, the summer heat eases a little.

But it was only this day, and as soon as the sun rose the next day, it was restored.

However, after a day of recuperation, An Yu still went to the small kitchen to watch the little girls make face cream, but she handed over the delicate grinding work such as grinding powder to Bishuang to do.

And she put the gold dust that Bishuang had beaten yesterday in different bottles according to the amount, and now the juice of the evening primrose and roses has been almost done, and after mixing the gold dust, she only needs to put the special ingredients that the concubines need into the bottle.

Of course, she needs to wait for the bottle.

After An Yu mixed the gold powder, she slowly stood up, looked at the little girls who were busy in the small kitchen, and counted the days, as long as the craftsman Song You found was reliable, and the bottle was made before the emperor's birthday, it would definitely not delay what Zhao Guifei entrusted herself to complete.

For two days, An Yu took the little girls in the small kitchen of the plaice courtyard to rush to the jade cream, while Song You ran to the front yard from time to time, thinking that she saw Jianqin having something to discuss.

For a while, the calm in this garden made An Yu feel that the years were quiet.

But the premise is that the poison on Song You's body is completely cleared, and outside this circle, without An Wan and Mu Jinlin, maybe the years can really be quiet.

Two days, but in the blink of an eye, passed.

After An Yu got up on the third day, he was looking forward to what Song You could say to him, but Song You had breakfast with An Yu as usual, so he went to the front yard to discuss things with Jianqin.

Although An Yu was unhappy in her heart, she could only sit in the room and silently drink the freshly fried tocolytic medicine in the bowl.

Bishuang stood beside An Yu, looking at An Yu's face and not being very happy, she persuaded Xiaoyi: "The girl can actually remind my uncle, maybe there are a lot of things for a while, and my uncle has forgotten?" ”

An Yu's eyes turned, holding the empty medicine bowl, and slowly put it on the table: "I reminded him? ”

Bishuang on the side was about to nod in response, but saw An Yu stand up: "Actually, he has a lot of things to do for a while, although he has said something to me so far, but I know that there must be a big movement coming, and there are those who forget and can't take care of it for a while." ”

What's more, although today is An Yu's birthday, it is not really her birthday, although it is a pity, but ...... That's it.

After pursing her lips and persuading herself, An Yu slowly walked out of the house, raised her eyes to look at the sunny sky, and said with a smile: "At noon today, I have to bother you to make me a bowl of bone broth hanging noodles, and then lie a poached egg in it, and put a few pieces of meat on it." ”

Bishuang bowed her head and said with a smile: "The girl likes to eat the noodles I make, today is a good day, I must make more for the girl." ”

Listening to Bishuang's words, An Yu smiled happily, her eyes were bent, and she walked towards the backyard, but she didn't forget to say to Bishuang: "Remember to make a bowl for Song You." ”

Unexpectedly, when An Yu said this, Bishuang was stunned at first, and then nodded with a smile: "Yes, I will definitely let my uncle eat this longevity noodles at noon, so that my uncle will remember what day it is." ”

An Yu didn't speak anymore, and after pushing the door into the small kitchen, she opened the medicine bag on the table and picked out the dried milk thistles and water lilies one by one.

A few little girls also went inside to help An Yu manage it.

She was working in an orderly manner, but she didn't know that Song You in the front yard was also busy.

The front hall, which was originally spacious and clean, was in a mess in the room at this moment, and the white rice paper on the ground with and without writing was scattered all over the ground.

Jian Qin, who was waiting on the sidelines, looked at the mess, took a step forward, and stepped on a piece of paper, which read:

Luoyang relatives and friends asked each other, and a piece of ice was in the jade pot.

Jian Qin frowned, took a step back, and looked at Song You, who was holding the pen with a tangled face, with a melancholy look: "Master, this character is very well written, what did you do with it?" ”

Song You took the pen and threw the character written by his subordinates to the ground: "I started practicing swords at the age of five, and I started practicing calligraphy at the age of five, and of course the words will not be bad." ”

Jian Qin was puzzled: "What about you?" ”

The piece of paper that Song You had just thrown away read:

There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor.

Song You glanced at his lips wistfully, and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Of course the words are not bad, but the meaning is poor, not lingering enough, and it is not suitable for love poems, but I can't think of any love poems for a while." ”

Jianqin stood aside with his hands in his hands, and said with some embarrassment: "Exactly, it's just that master, if you want to write, can you go to the study to write?" In this front hall, there are all men on errands, and the maids can't come, this mess, I have to arrange someone to come and clean it up at that time. ”

Song You frowned, turned his head and pointed to the twenty or so lotus lamps listed on the table: "How can it work, this is all a surprise for Mengwen tonight, if I go to the study in the backyard to write with such fanfare, won't she know?" ”

Looking at Song You's serious expression, Jian Qin looked at the rice paper on the ground: "Then you can't embarrass the slave." ”

Song You turned his head, glared at Jianqin, clumped a piece of paper under his hand into a ball, stretched out his hand and threw it towards Jianqin's face: "Master usually doesn't let you do anything, you are idle like a master on weekdays, this will let you let you clean up some waste paper, so much to say!" ”

Jian Qin looked at the ball of paper that slipped in front of his eyes and sighed, "This ...... It's not, the master wants to write poems and stuff them into the lotus lamp to make his wife happy, which is a good thing, but if you can't remember the love poems written by your predecessors, then write some yourself, it's better than waste so much paper, right? ”

Listening to Jianqin's suggestion, Song You's hand that was originally going to write was raised again.

Seeing that Song You seemed to have listened to his own persuasion, Jian Qin laughed twice: "Master? ”

Song You pursed his lips and was expressionless: "If I could write poetry, what would I still be standing here for?" I haven't written poetry since I was a child, can you treat me as a big brother? ”

After Jianqin listened, he watched Song You shrink his neck, he had indeed never seen Song You write poems since he was a child, and some sons invited him to the poetry club to connect poems, and Song You could fall asleep on the chair.

Just when Jianqin was helping Song You think of an idea, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, pointed at Jianqin with a pen and said, "Go, you go to the study and look through it, take a book of poems, and ask for a lot of love poems!" ”

After hearing this, Jianqin smiled and said, "The master's clever plan should have been like this a long time ago." ”

As he spoke, the man had already pushed the door open, but as soon as he pushed the door open, he walked back with a solemn expression.

Song You looked sideways at Jianqin's expression, couldn't help frowning, and was just about to ask, when he happened to see a young man behind Jianqin.