This was originally a provincial villa built by the mother of Han Guifei in the former dynasty, and later the Han family declined, this garden was purchased by an anonymous rich businessman, and the famous craftsman was asked to rebuild the non-compliant building in the garden, transplanted rare and elegant flowers and trees from the Western Regions and Nanyang, and then sent people to the prefectures to buy top singers and dancers to enrich it, and finally personally changed the name of the garden, which was called "I don't know the spring".

This kind of generosity is by no means imitated by other courts in Jingjiang Mansion. Therefore, the benefactor who does not know spring is by no means the kind of vulgar and down-and-out people entertained by the inferior courtyards; Those who can enter the door are all rich and noble, and occasionally there are secret patrons of the DPRK and China.

Pingkang Street was originally just an ordinary neighborhood, since the reputation of the spring is unknown, the bustards who have a little wealth in the county have moved here one after another, just to rub off on the fame of the head of the courtyard. And those who are serious about buying and selling and living on the street, but they don't want their shops and houses to be stained with the smell of flowers and willows, so they also move away. In the past three years, this street has become the world of Qinlou Chu Pavilion, and there are foreign merchants who come to applaud, and they have to applaud, a good Fengyue field of singing and dancing.

Zhao Langzhong turned his head and looked at the "medicine boy" behind him.

Is it too late for us to turn around and go home right now?

The "medicine boy" followed two steps diligently, nodded and handed a silver and red colored note to Zhao Hanjing: "Sir, please." ”

Feng Langzhong's play was smooth and natural, as if his intention to turn back at the moment was to ask his entourage for a post - it seemed that he was pampered on weekdays, which was very commensurate with the brilliant courtyard before the spring.

Yes, he couldn't say anything about his suffering, and he couldn't shout about his grievances, so Zhao Langzhong had to bite the bullet and enter the door with the silver and red colored note.

Bypassing the shadow wall, a maid in green clothes with a double bun stepped forward to bless her body, claiming to be the personal maid of the Oiran lady, and waited at the front door to guide Mr. Zhao.

Walking all the way along the verandah, I saw the trees shaded, the pavilions were scattered, and the chic glass wind chimes were hung under the eaves; The lower half of the courtyard wall is pasted with carved water-milled green bricks, and a clear spring flows out of the waterway through the wall, along the small canal that is artificially piled up, and is randomly horizontal between the courtyards; The bottom of the canal is paved with blue-gray pebbles, and there are various koi fish swimming on the stones, and the end is a quiet place, just looking at the scenery, you can't see that this place was originally a courtyard.

The maid saw that Zhao Hanjing looked at the koi twice, and couldn't help but say proudly: "This water leads to the living water in the Jing River, which flows out from the side of the Xiangxie, goes around the garden, and is led back to the Jingjiang River through the waterwheel." Relying on this living water, when it comes to summer, the garden is very cool, and how many rich and powerful lords have to live here to escape the summer. ”

Zhao Hanjing was afraid that he would show timidity as soon as he opened his mouth, but he smiled silently, pretending that he was a "kaolin flower" that was not moved by ordinary things. When he turned around to look at Feng Ayan, he saw that Feng Langzhong's pupils were not amazing, but he looked at the surrounding scenery without a match, as if he had seen a better scenery than this.

Sure enough, it is a person with industry in the capital, and the small broken scenery of this small broken place is not very rare. Zhao Langzhong only felt that his heart was getting more and more blocked, thinking that not only the scenery in the capital was better, not to mention the weak scholar of Lao Shizi, even if it was a beautiful man who was elegant or beautiful, I am afraid that there are not a few, right?

I'm afraid that he won't be rare in this little broken county.

However, those eyes seemed leisurely, but they were obsessed with the size and size of the path in the garden, and the distribution of buildings in various places. Sensing that Zhao Hanjing was looking back at her, Feng Ayan collected her thoughts, leaned over, lowered her voice, and sneered at his ear: "Look, I said it's a good place, if it weren't for someone to invite you, you wouldn't be able to come in." ”

"Then I thank you." As soon as Zhao Langzhong thought about it, Feng Ayan took over the post of Zhichun for him, and for the sake of such a few broken silver, he ruthlessly woke him up alive to Bing, no matter how good the scene was in this garden, he couldn't stand it anymore, and he was so angry that he panicked.

Say that you will raise him with good food and drink in the future, and say that you will buy him a goose feather quilt from Nanyang Park in the future, all of which are coaxed to play with him, maybe there will only be leftovers and rotten cotton wool, and he will be forced to sleep in the firewood room! If you dare to cry, you will be beaten! Smoke your legs and stomachs with thorny wattles! Thinking of this, Zhao Lang was even more angry in the center, and his face became more and more cold, really like an outsider who does not eat fireworks in the world.

The maid introduced the two of them all the way to the Champs, passed through the moon gate, only to see the covered bridge on the lake zigzag, several small buildings around the lotus pond clustered into a courtyard, half built on the shore, half built on the water, white walls and green tiles, the water waves are clear, quite a bit of Jiangnan garden-like charm.

Even the pavilions of ordinary eunuchs may not be able to be so interesting. Feng Ayan roughly swept the layout of this water pavilion, such a big stroke, by no means an ordinary rich businessman or a big official, at least there must be some not very shallow background, in order to reconcile the "provincial villa" of the former dynasty like a large pile of gold and silver. Moreover, along the way, the paths and pavilions in the garden have been deliberately arranged, and the directions of the steps are all hidden in accordance with the military regulations.

In this way, this may really be one of the secret strongholds of the feathers.

"The concubine is not Yin, I have seen Mr. Zhao." The Oiran lady waited in the small flower hall in the upper room, and saw that the maid finally attracted Zhao Hanjing, and saw that this person was really sparse and clean, and she was secretly happy in her heart, and stood up and bowed, "In this Qinghao County, they all praise Mr. is really a wonderful hand and benevolent, the concubine has been sick for a long time, and admires Mr.'s medical skills, so I have to bother you to go on such a trip." ”

Clever hands and benevolence are secondary, mainly praising Zhao Hanjing's handsome appearance. Feng Ayan carried the medicine box, followed behind Zhao Hanjing with her head bowed and her hands down, and was trying to fulfill her duty as an entourage, but she couldn't help but start to slander in her heart. Let's not talk about this Qinghao County, just talk about Zehuafang, among the ten young ladies, seven of them want to marry Zhao Hanjing - even those officials and men who like the south wind have probably thought about Zhao Langzhong's waist under his robe.

Thinking of the so-called scenery under the robe, she couldn't help but recall the thin and white waist when she was still in the Jingnan Mountains; Thinking that he is now much plumper than before, when he touches it through his clothes, his small waist is called sweet and soft, and he can't help but secretly label Zhao Langzhong as "troubled water".

If it weren't for the woes, where would it be so painful?

"The girl praised it falsely, Zhao just inherited his father's legacy, and he really didn't dare to take it." Zhao Hanjing bowed in return, stacked the sleeves of his robe when he arched his hand, and deliberately made a shy smile, which was really a bit scholarly and elegant.

See, Zhao also knows how to speak! It's better than that sour show!

The host and guest sat down, exchanged a few words, and Zhao Langzhong ordered his entourage to open the medicine box and bring a pillow to cut the pulse for the non-Yin girl. Before cutting the pulse, he specially took a silk handkerchief and put it on Fei Yin's wrist to avoid suspicion.

He had to take a good look at the surname Feng, and not all men really liked this kind of flower and willow land of warblers and swallows!

This Zhao Langzhong trembled, for fear of ruining his name; That Deng Feiyin was in the camp, and he had already made a premeditated plan to earn him. Seeing that he was polite and courteous in his actions, and his eyes were clear, the Oiran lady couldn't help but feel more and more happy in her heart, and just wanted to welcome this Mr. Zhao as a loving guest in her mandarin duck tent, and then hire him to be a white-headed and old husband.

The so-called literati, even if she is praised as a girls' school book "comparable to the history of Xue Nu in the previous dynasty", when she comes, she only talks innocently about poetry, calligraphy and painting, and other elegant things, and her eyes are still inevitably attached to her chest and skirt; Only this Zhao Langzhong said that he came to diagnose the disease, and he really came to diagnose the disease.

From this point of view, Zhao Langzhong's "back road", she can't let go.

"The girl is just worried, so she is angry in her spleen and stomach, and she doesn't think about tea and rice. Although there is no major problem now, if it is depressed for a long time, it may hurt the lungs. Of course, Zhao Hanjing didn't know about Deng Feiyin's careful thoughts, thinking that as long as he finished prescribing medicine, he could leave, and he thought that after he went home, he must grind the surname Feng to cook him a bowl of hand-rolled noodles, the kind of noodles and a duck egg!

You must pour mutton marinade, add red pepper, garlic juice, black bean sauce, minced leeks, and add some dogwood, and eat it in a hot bowl, so that you can dissipate your anger!

The surnamed Feng started the ink quickly and evenly, and Xiao Langzhong was slightly satisfied and began to write the prescription. In line with the habit of studying medicine over the years, he wrote and persuaded one more sentence: "Medicine can't cure heart disease, please relax the girl." ”

As everyone knows, he has the heart of a "great mercy and compassion" doctor, and in the eyes of Oiran, he has become a decent gentleman worthy of her lifelong trust.

"With such a concubine, it's not easy to relax your mind." Slender fingers picked up the shark handkerchief, covering half of the noodles, Deng Feiyin had tears in the corners of his eyes, looking at the young man who had just passed the weak crown, the narrow willow waist was slightly biased, as if it was about to break, "The flowers on Pingkang Street, when they are blooming, no matter how bright and fresh they are, but once the flower letter passes, it can only wither in the dust, and let people trample on it." ”

It's really worthy of the Oiran lady who doesn't know spring, and her gestures are just right. Feng Ayan was amazed in her heart, if she wasn't good at this mouthful, she would have been dazzled by this kind of charm.

I just don't know what the concentration of her little man is.

"However, if you can get a word of advice from Mr., the concubine will be grateful." The Oiran lady cried about her life experience, so she changed her words, and said with affection in her phoenix eyes, "Fei Yin has been raised in the joy since he was a child, and he is used to seeing the send-off, false feelings, and Mr. is still the first person to care about the concubine...... coincided with the gradual improvement of this spring, the red apricots on the edge of the water pavilion were beginning to bloom, and the concubine was ...... Can the concubine invite her husband to enjoy the flowers together as a token of gratitude? ”

"This ......" Zhao Hanjing was very embarrassed in the face of Qiu Bo, who was full of anticipation from the Oiran lady, and took into account Feng Langzhong, who was standing behind him and was probably eyeing him. If he really agreed to accompany Deng Feiyin to enjoy the flowers, not to mention a big bowl of hand-rolled noodles filled with mutton marinade, or even a plate of clear water gnocchi with only salt added, he wouldn't dare to ask Ah Yan for it.

What is so beautiful about flowers, and you can't pick and eat them on the spot, how can there be mutton marinade.

The maid standing behind Deng Feiyin saw that he hesitated, and couldn't help but say, "You Langzhong, you don't know anything!" Ordinary guests want to invite our lady to visit the garden, which is not to prepare a bonus table to invite three or four invitations, Rao is a famous talent, and may not be able to get the lady's blue eyes! ”

"Chess, don't be rude." Oiran drank away from the maid, picked up the handkerchief again, and wept faintly, "We who have fallen into the dust are already unclean, and we should not have been too close to my husband, so I invited you to enjoy the flowers, but I was embarrassed to myself, and I did not take into account the reputation of my husband, and it was my fault." ”

Zhao Langzhong: "......"

Okay, what kind of noodles, what pimples, wait until you go back and drink the northwest wind!