Sunset dusk

The South Street Market is still bustling and noisy.

The streets are lined with shops, liquor shops erect flags in the wind, and the roads are bustling with traffic.

On the street of South Street, two sedan chairs pass by here leisurely, the two leading family members each carry a big red lantern with the word "Yin" and walk in front, there are eight sedan chair men carrying two soft sedan chairs behind, Mrs. Yin and Yin Wenjiao each sit in the sedan chair, the purple-clothed maid Qiuyue walks on the side of the sedan chair, and there are four other big shoulders with round waists, and the entourage with a powerful retinue is supported by a knife around the sedan chair, the tiger's eyes are round, and the handle of the knife is held, so that the idlers dare not approach.

"Is this the family of the Yin Mansion?"

A good deed person saw the head of the family holding a lantern with the word "Yin", and guessed that this was the family of the old man Yin Kaishan, the secretary of the military department, so he asked the person next to him.

"Isn't it? There is no second Lord Yin in the court. These two sedan chairs are the family members of Lord Yin. ”

"Hey, you don't know yet, right? This Yin Lord's daughter Yin Wenjiao is extremely beautiful, rare in the world, but unfortunately, many years ago, she was robbed halfway and was robbed by thieves to Jiangzhou to become the thief's wife......

A well-wisher on the lookout shook his head and sighed.

At this time, Yin Wenjiao in the sedan chair was opening the sedan curtain to watch the street scene of South Street, and overheard the gossip of the onlookers......

Out of the Jinluan Palace, Yin Kaishan of the lower dynasty was walking in front, and suddenly heard a few colleagues whispering in the back, Yin Kaishan, who had been in battle for a long time, had extremely keen ears, and pricked up his ears to listen carefully...... The last time he heard the words of the official Huang Shilang ridiculing his Yin family, Yin Kaishan was already very unhappy, and this time he heard the ridicule and ridicule of his colleagues in the court again, so how could Yin Kaishan's old face be put down?

Thinking of Liu Hong's wild remarks on the court that day, he exposed his own family ugliness, which made his face plummet in front of many subordinates, and made the onlookers widely spread this matter, and everyone knew about it......

At this time, Yin Kaishan had to open his halberd, he was really angry, but the person in front of him and his Yin Kaishan were colleagues in the court, and they really couldn't beat and beat, scolded and scolded, and they couldn't look up and down all day long, what could they do with these people? Can they still sue the emperor for this matter?

No, he Yin Kaishan can't afford to lose this face!

So, Yin Kaishan waved the sleeves of his robe, held his breath, and went home by himself.

Yin Kaishan returned to his mansion in a hurry, strode into the gate, a family dog in Yin Mansion perennial captivity ran over with his tail wagging, affectionately flattered and close to the owner, "bang" a kick, this innocent dog was kicked away by the owner with a heavy kick, the family dog immediately suffered pain, and fled to the distance with a "whoosh".

Yin Kaishan sat down in the hall to drink tea silently, and after thinking about it, he was very angry, so with a "bang", Yin Kaishan slammed the teacup in his hand on the table.

"The master is back. Old Madam Yin's soft voice sounded, and she greeted her husband as usual.

"Hmm. At this time, Yin Kaishan was in an unhappy mood, and reluctantly hummed.

Seeing that her husband's face was uncertain, Mrs. Yin and her daughter Yin Wenjiao, who came to the front hall together, looked at each other, not knowing what made Yin Kaishan so unhappy.

"Master, what's the matter?" asked Old Madam Yin softly.

Yin Kaishan turned his face and looked at his wife, and he didn't squeak at the moment, but he looked at his daughter with a pair of tiger eyes, and saw that Yin Wenjiao was slim and elegant, with an outstanding temperament, just like yesterday!

Yin Wenjiao is a very smart woman, when she saw the scene of her old father at this time, she also guessed eight or nine points at the moment, "Is it because of me that my father is ashamed outside?......

Thinking of this, Yin Wenjiao's pretty face immediately turned red, standing there and not standing, not sitting, ashamed in her heart, a pair of slender fingers kept stirring a white Luopa, until this pure white Luopa was wrinkled......

After dinner, Yin Wenjiao walked slowly along a winding path, and quietly came to the west wing.

Eighteen years ago, the girl Yin Wenjiao married Chen Guangrui, the champion of the new department, and then went to Jiangzhou with her husband, and the west wing was empty and silent. Fortunately, Mrs. Yin had already instructed that there were servants in the Yin Mansion every day to clean Yin Wenjiao's boudoir ------ the west wing, so there was no dust in this room and it was not too deserted.

Yin Wenjiao walked over, and saw that the boudoir in the past was still bright and clean, fragrant, there were calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, in the middle was a rosewood table and chairs, a guqin was placed by the mullioned window, and next to it was a desk, and there were four treasures of the study room on the desk. Everything is still the same, as if it was yesterday.

I don't know why, as soon as Yin Wenjiao enters the boudoir where she has lived for 18 years, she will have a comfortable, tranquil, and very down-to-earth feeling, it is this elegant and quiet boudoir that witnesses her innocent and beautiful girlhood

At this time, the curling incense stick was burning, Yin Wenjiao had a feeling of fluttering and returning to yesterday, and the past events in the west wing seemed to be vivid......

In a trance, the maid Chunhua, dressed in light green clothes, walked up to her with a smile, handed over a cup of fragrant tea, and talked and laughed with herself for a while, and then quickly made the bed for herself and folded the quilt.

In another trance, a handsome and elegant white-clothed figure appeared in front of him, Yin Wenjiao smiled knowingly, her heart was extremely sweet, and her face bloomed with a happy smile.

In a trance, the birds and flowers in the back garden of Yinfu are fragrant, the thick shade covers the sun, a pair of mandarin ducks play in the water in the pond, and the pond reflects a pair of inseparable couples. A couple of beautiful people are embracing each other and strolling in the shade of the pool......

In a blink of an eye, everything in front of her disappeared, and Yin Wen Jiao saw things and thoughts, touched her eyes and felt sad, and her heart was melancholy.

Walking to the desk, Yin Wenjiao grabbed a rabbit milli lake pen that she often writes and paints, and brewed for a while, but she is no longer in the mood to paint in the past;

came to the window again, "ding ding dong" sounded a few times, Yin Wenjiao plucked the guqin in front of the window a few times, and there was no Yaxing to play the qin......

Get up and sit in front of the dressing mirror again, see a beautiful woman in the mirror with bright eyes and bright teeth, clouds and temples, and the country and the city, under a closer look, there are already two or three white hairs mixed in the hair, Yin Wenjiao can't help but sigh in her heart that Shaohua is easy to pass away, and Hua hair is easy to be born.

Next to the red sandalwood table, Yin Wenjiao sat down slowly, thinking of the gossip around her these days, flying short and long, thinking of the old father's stiff face all day, her heart was secretly sad, and she couldn't help but shed two lines of tears.

"Things are people, it's not yesterday! Zhou Gong was afraid of rumors, when Wang Mang Lixian was corporal. ”

Yin Wenjiao looked through the screen window at the bright moon printed on the screen window.

"Husband, my heart is really bitter! Guangrui, please don't go far in the spirit of heaven, wait for your wife ......"

Mourning is greater than heart death!

At this time, Yin Wenjiao had already developed the will to follow her deceased husband Chen Guangrui.