Fu Jiuqu felt a pain in his heart and raised Penglai wine.

"Your abacus has long since rusted. Listen to me this time."

Di Qing touched him and said seriously, "I have an old bone, why am I afraid of life and death? It's you...... There have been a lot of troubles in Yangzhou, but the officials have all explained it?"

Fu Jiuqu smiled with emotion, "It doesn't matter if you explain it or not. It's a big deal to go out to Yangzhou for ten years and eight years, and the son will give birth to a grandson, and the grandson will give birth to a son. I can get through it. Yangzhou Feng Shui is good, the emperor is far away, I say the same, whoever dares to talk more will cut whom, not to mention how happy and happy this day is."

"Humph! Forced to laugh."

Di Qing squinted at him and tilted his neck to drink.

Fu Jiuqu looked at his beard stained with wine in the sun, paused, and said:

"Your goddaughter said that if one day, the teacher is also guilty of the imperial court and is deposed from Beijing like me, you must also learn from me and become the king of the mountain, don't be depressed and angry with those old horses."

Di Qing put down the wine jar, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, sat flat, looked at the mountains and fields with distant eyes, and smiled loudly.

"You can rest assured. The old man can fish anywhere. To be a monk for a day is to hit the clock for a day. After being an official in the court for so many years, I have already seen it clearly. If you are not a scholar, you don't need to be pretentious. The big waves wash the sand, and it's time to go. When the official family gives an order, the old man will not dare to disobey."

"Well said. Come, drink."

"Drink!"

The officialdom is not something that people with a temperament like Di Qing can understand. He can fight the enemy to the death on the battlefield, but he can't retreat in the literati's words.

There are things he understands, but he won't do.

is not pretentious, but he is higher than anyone else.

The spring is cold, and the mountain breeze is slightly cool.

Two chickens, two jars of wine.

The master and apprentice talked proudly and ate very happily. By the time Fu Jiuqu was helped down the mountain by the Euonymus, Di Qingren was already drunk, his cheeks were flushed, and his tall body stood under the flying stone, smiling and waving at Fu Jiuqu.

A generation of veterans, sassy and heroic.

Fu Jiuqu turned his head and saw the ink character on his face that had been tortured, pushed away the euonymus, and bowed down.

"After I'm gone, take care of my teacher."

Di Qing smiled heartily.

"Worried about what? What if the whole world was disgusted with me? I am upright, why should I be afraid of suspicion?"

"Teacher—"

"I've got my own measure."

Di Qing looked at him and waved his hand with a smile.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go, the old man is going to tease his grandson, don't be verbose and obstructive......

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When Xin Yi received the news that Fu Jiuqu would return to Yangzhou, it was the end of February in the first year of Jiayou.

At that time, Zhao Guanjia, who was far away in Bianjing, recovered from his illness and went to Yanhe Hall in person, and the prime minister led hundreds of officials to greet and bow down and congratulate them.

Monarchs and ministers are happy.

Time is the most ruthless and the most affectionate.

The scandalous chaos in the palace was washed away, and soon no one mentioned it anymore, and the rumors related to the "queen's rebellion" were finally only concluded because the official family was ill.

The Zhao official family has not sinned against anyone, and they are extremely benevolent.

As the chief official of Yangzhou Mansion, Fu Jiuqu is not allowed to leave his post without permission, and he returned to Beijing this time to borrow the excuse of "illness".

Therefore, after he left, the affairs of the government had to be handled by Xin Yi, and all the affairs in the yamen were thanks to the several officials he had promoted earlier.

The foundation laid by Xin Yi a while ago has been rewarded.

She was friendly with the wives of those officials, and several ladies also reciprocated, even if she knew that the county king's illness was strange and might be hidden, but she just turned a blind eye.

The things that could be handled in the yamen were discussed and decided, and the things that could not be handled were presented to the palace and decided by the "sick king".

Xin Yi copied Fu Jiuqu's signature. She hastily signed a name, stamped a seal, and then delivered it by Sun Huai, doing it in an orderly manner.

It was also this time that Xin Yi felt that it was not easy for Brother Jiu to be this parent official.

Big and small things, all have to come forward, and after taking that responsibility, they have to do their best.

At the beginning of March, the Spring Festival in Yangzhou came as scheduled.

The Xinyi flowers in the courtyard are in full bloom, peach trees, plum trees, and apricot trees, no one will let anyone, and each branch is more delicate than the other.

If it weren't for the "sick" at home, Xin Yi would definitely set up a flower-viewing banquet and invite those familiar ladies to the house, drink tea and feast, and watch the pleasant spring color.

But at the moment, the king of the county is "still sick", no matter how she has to pretend to be sad, only when there is no one, can she take the three little fish and the envy fish to laugh in the garden for a while, or sit by the south window in her spare time, enjoy the sun, coax the children to enjoy a piece of spring.

"The ninth master's letter said that the third day of the new year will arrive at the latest, and today is the third day of the new year, right?" Xiang Ling sat on the edge of the south window, holding an embroidery shed in his hand, accompanying Xin Yi to enjoy the flowers, and talking with a match.

"I wonder if I can go to Yangzhou today? I told the good cooks early this morning to let them go to the market and buy a lot of fresh vegetables and vegetables, ready to pick up the wind and wash the dust for the ninth master."

"Is it for the Ninth Master? It's for your big brother Cheng."

Xin Yi lazily leaned on the Luohan couch, covered his face with a book, and patted the sleeping Xianyu on his side with one hand slowly, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Xiang Ling blushed, "What's the matter? Sister, don't slander people, I'm working hard for my sister and the king."

Xin Yi snorted and laughed, his voice muffled.

"Then I will also plan for you, if Cheng Cang comes back today, you will go with him to the hut you love, and go to your two-person world."

"Sister......" Xiang Ling was so ashamed that she almost couldn't raise her head.

She and Cheng Cang's wedding date is set for this summer, and Cheng Cang's family will come over in advance.

For this reason, Cheng Cang specially bought a house in Yangzhou a few years ago, and began to renovate it in the first month. These days, Xiang Ling will go over to inspect when he has nothing to do, clean up and dot up, as if he is the hostess, and happiness is overflowing on his face, which makes Xingyuan Taoyu envious, and they all feel that Xiang Ling is a blessed woman.

Cheng Cang doesn't say anything else, but in these things, he is rare in men.

Before Xiang Ling passed the door, Cheng Cang gave her all the private money he had saved over the years and asked her to use it to build the house. It is all according to her preferences, and whatever furniture she wants to buy, she is also pleased.

For Xiangling, this is a good day that he couldn't think of before.

And these benefits are all because of Xinyi.

Xiang Ling is even more dedicated to Xin Yi and Xianyu, and he is afraid that he will be half neglected. said again and again that if Xin Yi needed it, she should sacrifice her life for her sister.

"Sister, don't make fun of me......

"Okay, don't be joking, I'll wait, wait for your big brother Cheng to beat the gong and drum to welcome you through the door, drink your wedding wine, and make trouble in your cave room......

The sun fell warmly on his body, and the scent of ink came through the pages, Xin Yi spoke, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he gradually couldn't open them.

What Xiang Ling said, she couldn't hear it anymore, and the whole person fell asleep in the sun.

The weather was really comfortable.

Warm wind, soft sunshine......

Half-asleep and half-awake, she turned around, felt empty on her side, suddenly woke up, and subconsciously opened her eyes to see the envy fish.

What about the son?

Xin Yi broke out in a cold sweat and rolled over from the Luohan couch.

"Woke you up?" The man sat beside her, looking at her stunned eyes, ignorant and innocent, slightly hooking his lips, looking at her and smiling.

"Xianyu let the nurse take it out."

The man's voice was as warm as the wind, as if with long-term longing, every word was full and subtle emotion, Xin Yi was stunned for a moment, and the nerves that were dulled because of sleep instantly came alive, and he screamed in surprise and threw himself at him.

Hold on tightly.

"Brother Nine! You're finally back!"

Fu Jiuqu held her firmly in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, and said softly: "Just arrived for a while, let me go and wash it and come back."

"Don't." Xin Yi hugged him and didn't let him go.

Fu Jiuqu's heart moved, leaned over, kissed her vermilion and jade lips, separated for a long time, and couldn't bear the feverish heartbeat, and hugged her into his arms hard. The two looked at each other eye to eye, neither of them said anything more, and neither of them wanted to miss each other's every expression.

The sun slanted by the window, like shy eyes.

There was a loud laugh from the girls and guards outside, it was a celebration and a joke, Xin Yi's heart was beating happily in her chest, and she inexplicably felt that this situation was very similar to the wedding night, she and Brother Jiu had each other in the congratulations of everyone.

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