Gu Chengming's smile froze on his face, a little reluctant, and he took a few steps back and lowered his head.

"It is a dereliction of duty to let the adults bother with the subordinates."

The ink on the rice paper gradually penetrated the back of the paper, and the red and rotten fruit could not hide its elegance in the dense green silk, and the thrush's expression seemed to be even darker, and his eyes were hollow.

"Your duty is to do your part, not to please me." He turned and threw the fruit between his fingers out the window.

A white dove fluttered to the ground, fluttering and disappearing into the gloomy sky above the six-part duty compound.

Gu Chengming was shocked, "The lower official should keep it in mind, and if there is no other command, the lower official will retire." ”

"Wait," Li Chongshan returned to the front of the case, with an extra small chapter in his hand, and pressed it into the porcelain seal box with black glaze hook and gold edge, "You can take the thorns, I don't need the scenery of the four seasons here." ”

The beads of sweat rolled down the hair, Gu Chengming was expecting Ai Ai Shengnuo, and the moment he touched the potbelly porcelain basin, his palm was hot, and he retracted his hand.

He wanted to justify something, but he heard the sonorous sound of the seal falling on the rice paper, and the sound of Li Chongshan colliding as light as a golden ou came.

"Cholera starts from Xiao Wall, and if it is not cured from the root, no matter how beautiful the flower is, it is difficult to have a flowering period."

"Xia Guan understands." Gu Chengming's heart was cold, and he picked up the porcelain basin, "Thank you, for your mention." ”

……

The last flower of Pingyang Mansion had a perfect curtain call at the end of the last summer, and the delicate red thorn fruit couldn't wait to climb out of the wall to announce the arrival of the harvest season.

The wind is cool, and there are a lot of light kites in the sky over Binh Duong Mansion.

Flying over the boudoir deep in the courtyard, she broke the line and fell into the lady's boudoir, and the housekeeper rushed out of the gate like a tattered kite and hot wheels.

"Which bastard boy writes poor sour poems, do you want to be * face, don't read the sage books, and specialize in doing things like this!"

The doorkeeper couldn't listen to it, so he quietly hid behind the door and covered his ears, and the mother-in-law was still scolding, "If you have the ability, learn from the second son of the Xu family, think about making a name for yourself, and earn a champion glorious lintel!" ”

Passers-by shook their sleeves and laughed.

Look left and right, there are no scholars, don't bully the young man to be poor, so he said: "But I haven't seen Xu Ergongzi marry the third lady of the Ruan family, who in Pingyang doesn't know what he is studying for." ”

The laughter is like a kite in the sky swaying, and the virtual and the real are poured into the mother-in-law's ears.

"Sooner or later, I'll get married, who doesn't like the champion!"

"Your young lady doesn't like it."

A sentence came out in the distance, "Master Xu Si's family is in business, and your young lady will be a grandmother in the future......"

"Bah, you skinless and faceless people, take my young lady as a cut, whose kite is it, if you don't claim it, you will tear it up."

"Don't, don't!"

A group of children in small shirts rushed in, led by a velvet hat, all of them red and panting.

When the mother-in-law saw them, her face immediately turned green. "Pi Xiaoliu, it's you again!"

"Hehe, the housekeeper mother is polite."

Pi Xiaoliu stepped forward to salute, seeing that the kite in her hand was wrinkled and unshaped, she felt distressed for a while, and turned her head to glare at the clumsy Chen.

"You wrote a sour poem?"

"How is it possible, doesn't the housekeeper's mother know me yet, the bean-sized cricket is well drawn, but she can't write such elegant words."

The mother-in-law's face was horizontal, "You didn't write the words, the kites are always sold by your family." ”

She spread her hands, "Lose money!" ”

The little girls behind him were angry, and they came forward to grab Pi Xiaoliu's shirt, thinking that they were whispering, and all the words they said fell into the ears of others.

"Brother Xiaoliu doesn't fight for this, the kite is not good if it is broken, let's go back and make another ......"

"Yes, yes, we have thin arms and legs, and we can't beat others."

"If there is a real fight, my father and mother will beat me, and I won't give mooncakes to eat in the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Giving birth to a poor child, passers-by turned to the children's camp and accused the housekeeper unhappily, "Reach out to the child to ask for money, you are really good, you have never seen money in eight lifetimes?" ”

"Who you said hasn't seen money, I think you haven't seen money, when the fire broke out in Liuyin Mountain, my lord followed the gold donated by the third lady!" The mother-in-law patted her chest heroically, "Have you seen it?" Well? ”

Everyone scoffed, it was Miss San's money, not your family's drops.

"We've seen it."

The children held hands and drew a very large box, "Golden like a mooncake in the sky!" ”

"Stupid, what is in the sky is a golden crow, not a moon cake."

"But Mr. can say that the moon in the sky is a plate, why can't we say moon cakes?"

"How do I know that the gentleman has his own reasons." Pi Xiaoliu muttered unconfidently.

"Sir, it is okay for us to understand what a metaphor is, to compare the golden crow to a moon cake." Chen patiently relieved his doubts.

The little girls clapped their hands, "Brother Chen is so amazing!" ”

Pi Xiaoliu pouted and wiped the tip of his nose, what's the big deal, nerd. "Let's go, go back and make new kites."

"Okay, okay." The little girls gathered around the little sixth brother again.

"Go back and make mooncake kites for you, and everyone will fly them together during the Mid-Autumn Festival!" Harvested a cheer, Pi Xiaoliu proudly glanced back at Chen, who was silently walking behind.

This is the strength, girls won't like to make a fuss with you.

"When will the third lady come back, my treasure bag is old and I want to replace it with a new one."

Pi Xiaoliu, who was still proud of the spring breeze, fell in the blink of an eye, "The rattle is also old, and I am reluctant to play, for fear of breaking it." ”

He turned around and asked Chen, who was also full of concern, "Ma Dan, do you say that the third lady will be happy to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival in the capital?" "Without their group of pistachios, I would be lonely.

Chen rarely agreed with what he said, nodded and said, "With family by your side, everyone will be ecstatic." ”

"Old-fashioned." Pi Xiaoliu hugged his sisters, and suddenly remembered the two of them, and the interest that had just started faded again, "I don't know how Lu Yue and He Minglang are doing this year." ”

He Minglang is okay, he will send letters every month, but recently there has been less talk about Miss San, and it is all the naughty things he has in the school, and he is annoyed.

Prodigy Lu Yue may really be a fairy, he doesn't bother to write his words, everyone has played in the same alley, why look down on people. Without his father and friends, who dares to bully him in Pingyang, he Pi Xiaoliu is the first to not allow it, and he will never do his business in the future, so that he will be greedy!

Autumn is really a season of sentimentality.

"Little Sixth Brother hurry up, you can't fly a kite when it's late." The little girls couldn't help but urge the little sixth brother who was very poetic.

"Just come, come!" What's the hurry, you can still fly a kite at night.

"Ma Dan, how to read the two poems taught by Mr. yesterday, you teach me."

Chen looked at the rare treasures and looked him up and down.