Freehand building is the courtyard of the eldest lady, Yichan lives in the backyard inside, Qing let go to the Buddhist hall to the eldest lady Jiang to see the gift and then go to Yichan's backyard. Before stepping into the backyard, I heard the music of silk and bamboo, Qingrang didn't understand the rhythm, but he could hear it probably a piece of music played by an ensemble of flutes and guqin.

When you enter the gate, you can see the beautiful picture of the pair of beautiful people in the pavilion on the rockery, Yu Zichen is in white clothes, Xi is blowing the flute, Meng Xuanyin has a shy face, green silk hides his face, caresses the piano, and burns incense, like a fairyland.

"You see, my brother deserves to marry a wife like that."

Qing Rang couldn't tell when Yichan stood beside her, with pride written on his face. Seeing that Qing let go silently, her heart was even more energetic, and she broke all the words and said, "Originally, my father said that you were born in a family and must be everyone's beautiful temperament, but after you got married, you let your brother abandon military affairs to accompany you to the mountains and rivers, and the people below say that you are a fox, and others dare not speak because of your brother's favor, I am his sister-in-law, but I can't tolerate ......"

"What did Sister Fang Cai say?" Qingrang seemed to hear something that touched the string in his head, and he was very excited.

"Who's your sister?" Yichan didn't give her a good look, she felt that she was bitter but she didn't appreciate it at all, she smiled so charmingly, she flicked her sleeves and left, Qingrang walked behind her with a smile, but she was carefully thinking about Fang Caiyichan's words in her heart.

"Why are you here?" Yu Zichen seemed to have been disturbed, and his face was displeased.

Meng Xuanyin got up, "Xuanyin has seen Shao ......" halfway through the words, the saluting body was only halfway squatting, and was stopped by Yu Zichen's flute, Xuanyin was happy in his heart, but he could only be embarrassed.

Qing let his eyesight be good, knowing that Yu Zichen didn't want Xuanyin to give her a gift, he stepped forward and helped Xuanyin up by himself, "I didn't know the day before yesterday, and I didn't know that the girl was Mr. Yichan when I went back, how could I let Mr. bow to me." I heard that the girl is a year older than me, so I will be cheeky and recognize a sister, I wonder if the girl dislikes it? ”

"Don't dare, it's my blessing to have a young aunt as a sister."

Xuanyin and Yichan were surprised by Qingrang's change, Yu Zichen sat aside and drank tea, Yichan felt that it must be her words just now that made Qingrang wake up, and she was a little less hostile to Qingrang, and went to the picture scroll from the maid's hand, "I invited you to come here today because I have a painting that I don't know if it's good or bad, and we appreciate it for me." ”

The scroll slowly unfolded, and the first to exclaim was Xuanyin, "This is the picture of a hundred birds of the former dynasty and the monk who fell on the mountain, where did you get it?" ”

Yichan raised her head and said proudly: "The loser of the Li family in the north of the city took it out and sold it for gambling money, I heard my sister talk about the paintings of the monks in the mountains a few days ago, so I specially let people buy them." Brother, what do you think? ”

"The most ingenious painting of the mountain monk is generally on the ink, although it is a picture of a hundred birds, you can carefully look at the eyes of each bird with a different demeanor, it is indeed the best grade."

Qing Rang listened to the three of them and then two or three words of admiration, and couldn't help but feel a little bored in his heart. Xuanyin turned the painting sideways to Qingrang, "The young marshal and I both like the paintings of the fallen mountain monks, I don't know what my sister thinks?" ”

Facing the other two pairs of eyes cast at the same time, Qing Rang looked at the painting carefully, "It is indeed genuine, the market price of this painting should be about five hundred taels now, but I think that if the eighth sister wants to collect the paintings, it is better to choose the seventh son of the west corridor, although the reputation is not as good as the fallen mountain monk, but the price will definitely sell well after a few years, this is gossip." ”

"You are really vulgar, how much silver taels is this painting?" Yichan suddenly lost her mood, took the painting and went down to the pavilion, and Xuanyin hurriedly followed.

It was the first time that Qing Rang was said to be vulgar, and he was stunned and forgot to refute, "If Hua Shu is here, she will definitely be able to say the elegance of it...... But she has been reading the account book since she was a child, and she understands that it is only the difference between the silver and the silver, and the words are sincere, but she is inevitably wronged by such an insult.

"It's rare to see your dejected appearance, how others see it is someone else's vision, Yichan is still small, and the vision is still shallow, I think you said it very well." Yu Zichen knew in his heart that Qing Rang's achievements in the shopping mall must have given up a lot in exchange, including a leisurely boudoir life like Yichan Huashu.

Qing Rang looked back at Yu Zichen, this was the first time he had praised him sincerely, but it made her always feel unreal.

"If you don't do what I commanded, come here to enjoy some calligraphy and paintings." Yu Zichen glanced at him, and he had the meaning that you deserved it.

Qing Rang sighed, this is the nature of the poppy, "I have my own way of doing what you explain, but my husband can rest assured, I will go back and not delay the beautiful scenery of your and the beautiful woman." ”

Yu Zichen saw that Qing Rang's appearance of shaking his head and leaving had regained the vitality of Miss Duanmu Er, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, self-pity was not suitable for her, only the warmth of the sun was enough to match.