When Qing Jiu woke up, she felt that something was wrong, as if she was sleeping on something.
He quietly opened one eye, and there was a blur of flesh color in front of his eyes.
"..."
Not quite right.
Qing Nineteen gently lifted the arm and jaw resting on Ling Shanjun's body, and rubbed his hands and feet back until he touched the wall. This bed is not wide at all, no matter how much you move the gap between the two of you, it will be a big deal.
Ling Shanjun closed his eyes, sleeping in an extremely flat position, standing beside the bed like a mountain. Qing Nineteen couldn't get up, but he was also awake, staring at Lord Lingshan with wide eyes.
The side face is also so pretty.
Qing Shijiu had many thoughts in his mind. For a while, he thought about how "Mr. Lingshan is an old man" was spread, and for a while, he thought about how Mr. Lingshan was blind but no different from ordinary people. I heard from the clay doll that there are books in this room, does Lingshan Jun read books on weekdays? How should a blind person read
He was thinking wildly, and suddenly there was movement on the other side of Lingshan Jun. Qing Nineteen hurriedly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
Lord Lingshan got up, and the movement of the clay doll entering the room was a bit loud, he reprimanded in a low voice: "Don't make noise, Madam is still sleeping."
Qing Nineteen's ears turned red while pretending to be asleep.
Then there was the sound of closing the door, and there was no movement in the room.
Qing Nineteen lay down for a while, guessing, and then got up.
Outside the house, Mr. Lingshan was sitting cross-legged at the table, holding a knife in one hand and a yellow fruit in the other, and the peel fell during his movements.
Elder Qing Nineteen was worried about Lord Lingshan's blindness, so he couldn't help being nervous when he saw this scene: "I'll do it."
Ling Shanjun smiled at him: "No, this is the last one."
As he spoke, he patted the small bowl next to his legs, and there were indeed three peeled fruits in it.
"A guest came today, he is my friend. He heard that I got married and wanted to meet my wife." Lord Lingshan said, "According to the rules of the spirit bird clan, do you have to prepare a wedding box and what to put in the box? You talk to me."
I want to see Ling Shanjun's friends.
This incident made Qing Nineteen nervous again. After talking about the wedding box with Mr. Lingshan, he hurried back to the room and took out the mirror, carefully examined his face, and raised his hand to shake it.
Kong Ling said that the Yixing Pill can last for ten days. He calmed down a little, put down the mirror, and thought to himself that he was really not suitable for big things, and the slightest sign of trouble would be like facing a big enemy.
Lord Lingshan was generous, and fished a few shark tears from Xiaoyu's pond to replace the red-sealed golden beans.
There are three wedding boxes in total, which means that there are three people visiting.
In the afternoon, Qing Nineteen was sent to take a nap by Ling Shanjun. This matter was also novel to him, as the servant was awake all the time from morning to night, waiting to be summoned. He was still young and had the opportunity to take a nap for a few years, but now being urged to take a nap by the Lingshan Lord, he felt a little unclear in his heart.
After tossing and turning for a long time, I fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was already dark.
The door was closed and everything was quiet.
Qing Jiujiu was startled, and hurriedly got up to get dressed, wondering if the guests had arrived.
He opened the door and went out, meeting someone not far away.
The man was dressed in a red robe that swept the floor, with a totem between his brows, squinting his long and narrow eyes as he looked at Qing Shijiu with a somewhat indifferent expression.
When he opened his mouth, his voice was cold and clear: "Kong Ling from the Peacock Mansion?"
The moment Qing Nineteen looked at each other, he understood the identity of the person in front of him. He was surprisingly calm, following Kong Ling's salute to Lord Peacock in his memory, he saluted that person in a gourd drawing: "His Royal Highness Phoenix."
Fenghuang turned around and shouted: "Lingshan, your wife is awake."
Lord Lingshan's voice came: "When you wake up, we will have dinner."
Qing Nineteen didn't dare to look at the Phoenix too much, and followed Lingshan Lord's voice and sprinted past.
Lord Lingshan was behind the house, Qing Jiujiu found an angle where the phoenix could not see and stopped, raised his hand to caress his heart, and let out a soft breath.
Phoenix's eyes are so sharp that Qing Jiujiu has the illusion of being seen through flesh and blood. He didn't know if the Yixing Pill could hide it from Phoenix.
Seemingly aware of Qing Nineteen's anomaly, Lord Ling Shan came over: "Have you never seen a Phoenix before?"
Qing Nineteen shook his head, remembered something, and quickly answered: "No."
Lord Lingshan squeezed his hand naturally: "He's just here for a meal, don't be afraid."
Sure enough, three guests came, except for Fenghuang, the other two were dressed simply and neatly, one called himself "Xiao Bai" and the other called himself "Xiao Wu".
Qing Nineteen sat next to Lingshan Jun, and the three guests each occupied one end, drinking and eating food.
Fenghuang didn't talk much, Xiaobai and Xiaowu talked and ate and drank well, and when they got excited, they reached out and patted Fenghuang on the shoulder, laughing hard. When Fenghuang was slapped like this, the food caught on the chopsticks fell apart, and his complexion darkened more than half. Qing Jiujiu watched in horror, and quietly ate the food in the bowl.
Xiaobai suddenly brought a glass of wine to Qing Jiujiu: "Why doesn't Ah Ling drink?"
Lingshan Jun blocked it, and took advantage of the opportunity to get some food for Qing Jiujiu: "He can't drink, drink it yourself."
Xiaobai withdrew his hand embarrassingly: "Okay."
At the same time, Xiao Wu said again: "It's different when Lingshan gets married."
Xiaobai continued: "It's different."
Qing Nineteen buried her head in her food in embarrassment, her ears blushing. Hearing Lingshan Lord beside him say: "You can't talk about food. You can learn from Phoenix."
"It's boring to learn what he does and not be able to say a word for a long time."
"It's not interesting."
A meal seems to be a happy one for both guests and hosts.
After the meal, Lord Lingshan instructed the clay dolls to bring wedding boxes and distribute them to the three honored guests. Xiaobai and Xiaowu started joking with each other again.
Lingshan Jun chased the guests bluntly: "It's time for you to go back."
Fenghuang got up: "Lingshan, see you off."
Lingshan Jun squeezed Qing Nineteen's shoulders: "Go take a bath first."
Qing Nineteen: "..."
Xiao Bai and Xiao Wu followed with winks, Qing Jiu rubbed his hot face, got up and went back to the room.
The clay doll followed him, bouncing up and down: "Get water for Madam to bathe."
"..."
The four of them left the gate of Lingshan Mansion one after another. With his hands behind his back, Fenghuang saw Qing Nineteen's figure disappear from the corner of his eye, and said, "Are you really blind?"
Lingshan Jun said indifferently: "What?"
Xiaobai answered, "Are you really blind or just pretending to be stupid? Even if you close your eyes, it's impossible not to see it."
Fenghuang said: "The peacock took the initiative to propose marriage to you, this matter must not be his intention, presumably Kong Ling heard the rumors about you outside and was unwilling, so she found a blue sparrow to replace herself."
Lord Lingshan smiled: "The blue bird is more lovable than the peacock, isn't it?"
Fenghuang glanced at him and left without saying a word.
"Yes." Xiao Wu patted Lord Lingshan on the shoulder, "waiting for your good news."
…
Qing Nineteen took a fighting bath, swayed between the couch and the bed for a while, thinking that once he was born again, he gritted his teeth and rolled into the side of the bed.
The door panel was pushed, and he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Qing Jiujiu rolled in a hurry just now, the quilt was curled up into a ball, being pressed down by his hands and feet. As Lingshan Lord's breath approached, Qing Jiujiu felt his hands and feet being gently moved away, and then a soft and thin blanket covered his body.
Qing Jiujiu cautiously opened one eye until he felt Lingshan Lord leave. The eyeball rolled around and closed again quickly. He fell asleep with a strange contentment in his heart.
After a few days with the two of them and the two clay dolls, Qing Jiujiu gradually became lazy in his work and rest because no one was bothering him.
He got up late, and Lingshan Jun was warming his meals in the stove. After Qing Jiu finished eating, he wanted to clean up the dishes, but was snatched away by the clay dolls who followed him.
The sun was just right, and the warmth was pouring down on the ground. Qing Jiujiu sat at the side of the table, unconsciously rubbing the cocoon in his palm with his fingers.
It is said that from thrift to extravagance is easy. He thought to himself that after staying in Lingshan for three months, these adult calluses might disappear.
These few days, he really did not touch the spring water with his ten fingers. Mr. Lingshan takes care of everything properly, and does not bring repeated meals every day, and will remember his taboos and preferences. Qing Nineteen had never lived this kind of life before, and she felt a faint fear in her heart. Lord Lingshan really treated him like Kong Ling and his wife.
But he is just a ghost.
Qing Nineteen is not Kong Ling, not the young master of the Peacock Mansion who grew up in the Jinxiu pile, he is just an abandoned servant of the Peacock Mansion, who has the opportunity to go to Lingshan because of Kong Ling's favor. He was going to spend his whole life in Xiaochun Village.
Stay in Lingshan for at most three months. Once Kong Ling's letter came, he had to leave if he didn't. Otherwise, it will be exposed sooner or later.
Kong Ling promised that no one would stop him if he wanted to stay in the cloud or leave. But once this matter is over, Qing Nineteen can only leave. When the Peacock Mansion finds out about this, they will definitely not let him go. If they want to survive, they can only leave Yunzhong.
Another thought came to Qing Jiujiu's mind. He thought, it's okay not to leave Yunzhong, as long as he comes to ask for the protection of Lord Lingshan, the Peacock Mansion has nothing to do with him.
But at that time, would Lord Lingshan really talk to him? At that time, all the truths will be exposed, and Lord Lingshan knows that he has wronged someone with his heart, and he is afraid that he will never want to see him again.
There was movement from the side, Qing Shijiu came back to his senses, and looked at the person coming.
Lingshan Jun was wearing a bamboo hat, probably sweating, with a strand of black hair sticking to his cheek. Holding the basket in one hand, he took out a bluish-white fruit and handed it to Qing Jiujiu: "Fushou fruit is ripe, you can make wine."
He was still thinking about Fengqi Flower Wine.
Qing Jiujiu held the blessing fruit and said softly, "I can make Fengqi flower wine."
Lord Lingshan rubbed his head: "Okay, Mrs. Lao will guide me."
Qing Jiu suppressed her smile. Mr. Lingshan always likes to be intimate with each other, he is used to being rubbed, and he is not as red-eared and hot-faced as he was at the beginning.
Really thick-skinned.
Qing Jiujiu secretly despises herself.
Ling Shanjun has prepared seven or eight wine jars, and besides Fengqi flower wine, he also plans to brew some other wines. After he washed the fruits, Qing Nineteen secretly ate them while teaching him how to make Fengqi flower wine.
After the openings of the wine jars were sealed, it was dark.
With Qing Nineteen holding the lamp beside him, Lord Lingshan put the wine jars one by one into the pit dug under the tree.
"When the wine is ready, I can give you a glass. You don't drink well, so don't be greedy."
The leaves rustled in the wind.
Looking at the beauty under the light, the beauty is three points.
Qing Jiujiu saw Mr. Lingshan raised his face and talked to him, the candlelight softened the edges and corners of his face, and Mr. Lingshan's brows and lips were tender.
"… it is good."
Qing Nineteen hurriedly moved her eyes away, her heart beating violently.