Yu Lu watched Song Yi being surrounded by people who came to congratulate him, he smiled, and then thought of something, a trace of loss crossed his eyes, he restrained his emotions, looked away, and what caught his eye was the person under the willow tree by the pond opposite.

Yu Gangyi saluted Yu Lu, and Yu Lu hooked his lips and left.

Yu Gangyi straightened his back and opened the folding fan with a snap, and Peng Chengquan on the side walked over and said, "What's wrong?" ”

Yu Gangyi said: "It's nothing. ”

Yu Gangyi's eyes showed smugness.

This pouring wealth and wealth, the Yu family also has the qualifications to mix.

It's time to finish washing.

Lan Lan was so tired that she fell asleep.

As soon as Song Yi returned to the study and sat down, a person flew down from the beam.

Song Yi was so frightened that he leaned against the back of the chair.

"You are?"

The man opposite was dressed in white, with clear eyebrows and handsome eyes, and a chic posture, with a folding fan obliquely inserted at the back of his neck.

I saw him pull out the folding fan, hold the folding fan in his left hand, and clasp his fists with both hands to perform a standard Jianghu salute, "In the next August, the hall master, the wind is left wonderful, and the name of Lord Song has been admired for a long time." ”

As soon as Song Yi heard this, the August Hall Master's body relaxed, stretched out his hand to make a gesture to sit down, and said, "It turned out to be the Wind Hall Master, please take a seat." ”

Feng Zuomiao sat down casually, Song Yi poured a cup of tea, and said, "Today's children's washing three, please forgive me if there is anything inconsiderate." ”

Feng Zuomiao said: "Lord Song has seen the outside. ”

Song Yi put the tea in front of Feng Zuomiao and said, "What is the important thing that the Wind Hall Master has come this time? ”

Feng Zuomiao said: "My lord is not afraid that someone will do something today, so I invited someone from Chaoyuan Pavilion to keep an eye on it. ”

Song Yi's face was not wavering, and he said: "I didn't expect the Chaoyuan Pavilion to be so sincere, and actually sent the Wind Hall Master to come. ”

Feng Zuo Miao smelled the fragrance of tea wafting out, took a sip of tea, closed his eyes and tasted it carefully, the soup was thick and smooth, mellow and sweet, the slight bitterness quickly dissolved, and the teeth and cheeks left a fragrance after swallowing, with a refreshing feeling.

Feng Zuomiao opened his eyes, put down the tea, and praised: "Good tea." ”

Song Yi said with a smile: "The master of the wind hall is a person who likes tea at first glance, the tea art of the official is average, not its Bole, the master of the wind hall can bring some before leaving, so as not to waste it in the official." ”

Feng Zuomiao didn't know if he really didn't see anything else or something else, so he accepted Song Yi's words.

A hard day's work has to be paid somewhat.

He was very satisfied with this reward.

Feng Zuomiao took someone's soft hand and said directly: "Lord Song's worries are not in vain. ”

Song Yi drank tea for a moment, and then put down the next thing that was waiting for him.

Feng Zuo Miao continued: "There are several congratulatory gifts with mezzanine, and the silver tickets in them are enough for us to work in the Chaoyuan Pavilion for ten lifetimes. ”

Feng Zuomiao sighed, the people of Jian'an County are really rich.

Fortunately, he came, if it was the woman who fell into the rain, spring, summer, autumn and winter would not be enough for her to play.

Falling rain, October Hall Master, is a charming and enchanting woman.

Most of the spring, summer, autumn and winter under her command are women who have been recovered from human traffickers by the court, and there is no lower limit to the means, and they are a group of misogynistic women.

When doing tasks one by one, don't look at the man Chu Chu pitiful, double pupils cut water, that is called a demeanor, scratching the head and posing, in fact, as long as the goal is achieved, the means are simply amazing, so people dare not open their eyes.

Therefore, October is also known as the Rootless Hall.

Song Yi said: "Do you know who sent it?" ”

Feng Zuomiao took out a list from his arms, put it on the table, and nodded his chin, "It's all here." ”

Song Yi didn't rush to look at it, "The thing is left as it is." ”

Feng Zuomiao said: "Don't worry, it's not a job, we won't have more hands, that's another price." ”

Song Yi nodded, "Today, I'm in trouble." ”

Feng Zuo Miao waved his hand and said, "It's over, what about the tea?" ”

……

Song Huan's belly was getting bigger and bigger, and in order to prepare for the delivery, Fu Yuanzhi took Song Huan to the street to buy things.

Song Huan lifted the curtain and looked at the lively street, and suddenly felt a sense of being out of the world.

Seeing Song Huan's expression, Fu Yuanzhi knew that he had done nothing wrong.

In fact, Song Huan has been this month, he really doesn't want to risk letting her out again, not to mention the bumpy road, he doesn't want to have undue variables at this critical time.

It's just that she has been trapped in that yard for more than three years, and in the past three years, the farthest place she has gone is only the entrance of the village.

Recently, Song Huan's mood has become more and more changeable, he asked the doctor, and letting Song Huan come out to relieve his mood may be able to relieve half of his emotions.

Song Huan lowered the curtain and looked at Fu Yuanzhi, Song Huan's expression was changing with visible eyes.

Song Huan turned out the hat and put it on, stretched his waist and said, "Let's go down and take a walk." ”

The streets of Qiancheng have changed dramatically from the first time she came, and the last time she came to settle down.

The bustling streets, rows of shops, and shops are lined up, with donkeys pulling goods, ox carts delivering goods, and carrying burdens to hurry.

In a hurry, there are not only low-level merchants, but also scholars, businessmen, and so on.

She has enjoyed the leisurely pastoral life in the past few years, Song Huan's hand unconsciously attached to her stomach, maybe the child in her belly wants to come out and take a look, right?

Of course, the physiological needs explain that she may be suffering from prenatal depression.

Abnormally depressed mood, loss of interest and happiness in everything, anxiety, fatigue, and sleep disturbances.

Song Huan was eating pastries with his left hand, stretching his waist with his right hand, watching while eating.

Obviously, the pastries are the same, but the environment is different, but Song Huan feels that it tastes better in his mouth now.

Fu Yuanzhi accompanied Song Huan into the silk village, and the fabrics in it were all new and fresh patterns, which looked very good.

The shopkeeper inside saw Song Huan and the two of them coming, the man was handsome and the woman was graceful, and he stepped forward enthusiastically and said, "What kind of material is Mrs. Gongzi coming to see?" ”

The shopkeeper introduced: "The two of you are right, the materials in our store are the most complete in the whole Qiancheng, there are Su brocade, Ling brocade, Yun brocade, Shu brocade, brocade ......."

Fu Yuanzhi didn't understand the material, so he only said: "Pick something that suits my wife, as well as children." ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, he hurriedly introduced it according to what Fu Yuanzhi said.

Song Huan sat on the chair to rest, watching Fu Yuanzhi listen carefully to the shopkeeper's introduction.

At this time, the little girl on the side specially poured white water, "Madam, you drink water." ”

Song Huan nodded.

She was indeed a little thirsty after eating something just now, and when she lifted the drape of her hat, a man passing by happened to catch a glimpse of her, and when he saw Song Huan's face, he instantly froze in place.

Song Huan didn't drink water fast, but it wasn't slow either, enough for the man to see Song Huan's appearance clearly.

It was only when the drape on the hood was lowered that the man came back to his senses.

He hung his head in thought.

It's like he's desperately thinking about something.

But he won't be entangled in the time of three breaths, anyway, he can't remember it for a while, so let's talk about it when I think about it.

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