Although this place is called a courtyard, it is actually a large manor built on the mountain lake next to the bowl pond mountain.

The six big golden characters of the Guangyi Hou Mansion are printed on the plaque, highlighting the sovereignty here.

There are no other houses near the courtyard, and there are small courtyards of the rest of the families in the city a little farther away, which is far worse than this courtyard. Looking across the lake is the famous Jinghui Temple in Huaiyin City, the old lady often says, listening to the morning bell and dusk drum every day, the heart will be extraordinarily quiet.

But Jiang Baochan didn't like this courtyard where he could always hear the sound of chanting from afar, and he had only been able to do it three or twice in the past few years.

Fortunately, the servants here are all old people who are used to the old lady, and they are all familiar with the little marquis. Seeing that the little marquis was walking alone rubbing his face, he hurriedly stepped forward.

"Uncle Zhong, go and help me clean up the room, I'm afraid I'm going to stay here for a while. ”

This Uncle Zhong is a cripple with some inconvenient legs and feet, it is said that he was a beggar picked up by the old lady in the early years, when it was still the Great Yuan Dynasty, and decades have passed in this blink of an eye.

The former half-grown son has also entered middle age, and as the old lady gets older, he was arranged in this courtyard, in the words of the old lady, his own son is not as considerate as Xiao Zhongzi, and he is thoughtful.

As soon as Uncle Zhong heard this, he knew that the little marquis was angry in the house again, and hurriedly smiled: "No need to clean up, no need to clean up, the little marquis's room is cleaned every day according to the old lady's instructions." ”

By the time the master and servant approached, the main gate of the courtyard had already been opened, and dozens of servants and maids on both sides respectfully lined up to greet each other.

Uncle Zhong waved his hand and dismissed a group of miscellaneous people, leaving only two elderly grandmothers who had served the little marquis.

The master and servant walked in front, and the two grandmothers followed behind.

I haven't been to this courtyard for almost a year.

Bypassing the shadow wall specially ordered by the old lady to be rebuilt in the courtyard, a gravel path is dotted among the many flowers and plants, and the flowing water drawn from the lake outside the courtyard spares a few bends in the courtyard, outlining the front yard that could have been seen at a glance with some twists and turns.

Several small wooden bridges with weeping willows are surging, and a sense of seclusion suddenly fills my heart.

"Little Hou Ye, every year when he is enjoying the cool and summer, the old lady always goes to sit on the swing and sighs that it would be nice if you were by your side. The swing not far away stayed there quietly, and for the current Bao Toad, it must be a little cramped to sit on it again. However, Uncle Zhong obviously didn't let the little master go on the swing: "In the future, if the little marquis is free, you might as well come and accompany the old lady." ”

Bao Chan nodded, and accepted it.

Uncle Zhong smiled slightly, no matter whether the little marquis was sincere or false, what he should say and what he should do, just do what he says.

When they arrived at the residence, Uncle Zhong instructed the two grandmothers to take good care of the little marquis, and then turned around and went to the kitchen.

Xiao Houye's favorite glutinous rice lotus seed porridge, they must not forget.