Mr. Lingshan laughed: "How old are you?"
Qing Nineteen thought about it: "It's about three hundred years old..."
"Little friend." Lord Ling Shan rubbed his head, "Eat."
A flash of purple flashed across the sky suddenly, followed by thunder that shook the sky. I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel that the ground is trembling in the thunder.
Qing Nineteen was startled: "Is it going to rain?"
He looked at Lord Lingshan, who was standing in front of the couch, with his head half raised, his eyelids still closed, and the lines on his profile were pleasing to the eye. It's just that the expression looks a little serious.
Qing Jiujiu felt uneasy in his heart: "What's wrong?"
Lord Lingshan lowered his head calmly, brushed off his sleeves, and sat down opposite him: "It's all right, it's going to rain, let's eat first."
"Oh."
…
Qing Nineteen woke up from the thunder, it was pouring rain outside, Lingshan Jun sat in front of the couch, copying the damp book.
The rain started to fall that night, and it continued for many days. Even the two clay dolls dared not go out to have fun.
Qing Jiujiu sat down opposite Ling Shanjun, and unconsciously touched his lower abdomen.
Probably because he has been eating and sleeping in recent days, the fat on his abdomen has become rampant, and his lower abdomen has an obvious convex shape. Qing Nineteen tried to flatten it, but failed repeatedly.
"The madam is awake."
Qing Nineteen complained: "Why don't you call me, I sleep like this every day, I'm going to gain weight."
Lord Lingshan raised his head with a smile: "Madam slept too soundly, I can't bear it."
sweet Nothing.
Qing Jiujiu looked out and saw a half-arc light in the air above Xiaoyu's pond, blocking all the rainwater.
"When will it rain?"
Ling Shanjun turned the pages with his pen, and seemed not to worry about it: "There are always a few days in a year like this, and it stops after a few days."
"But there has never been such a heavy rain in previous years." Qing Nineteen flipped through his memory, frowning.
Lord Lingshan said: "When the rain stops, I will take you out to play."
Hearing this, Qing Nineteen stretched out his arms out of the window and shouted, "Stop the rain! I want to go out and play!"
His childlike behavior brought a smile to the corners of Ling Shanjun's lips.
Dinner for two is simple. After eating, Qing Nineteen walked around the house, Ling Shanjun lit the lamp, and continued with the day's work, only the sound of rain was heard for a while.
"Ma'am." Lingshan Jun suddenly said, Qing Jiujiu just turned around and kept walking, "Huh?"
Lingshan Jun put down his pen: "I'm going out tomorrow."
Qing Nineteen was curious: "Will it stop raining tomorrow?"
"Non-stop."
"Go out to do something, and come back in about three days."
Qing Nineteen was silent, and said after a while: "Come back early."
This night, Qing Nineteen did not go to bed early, the bed curtain blocked the sound of the rain, and in this gentle blur, he softened into a puddle of water under Ling Shanjun's body.
The red brocade soft quilt made one hand even more white. That hand was resting quietly at first, but for some reason, the slender fingers curled up into a ball and sank deeply into the soft quilt. The blood color faded from the fingertips due to the force. There is a thin layer of flesh on the phalanges.
Qing Jiujiu cried and kicked his legs, trying to kick the troublemaker away, but was kissed tightly.
Only soft voices remained in the bed tent.
…
When Qing Nineteen woke up, Lord Lingshan had already left, half of the bed was cold. He curled up and rolled under the quilt, occupying the entire bed, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
Until he was awakened by the clay figurine.
The rain outside was much lighter, Qing Nineteen took a few mouthfuls of food slowly, and took out the travel notes that Mr. Ling Shan was reading from the bedside.
The clay doll followed behind and yelled, "Ma'am, I haven't finished eating."
Qing Nineteen ignored them: "I'm full."
He opened the book and read it intermittently, skipping the words he didn't know, and throwing a piece of shit aside after reading it as nonsense.
I also turned over Ling Shanjun's pen, ink, paper and inkstone to create, drew several pieces, and spread them happily on the table to wait for the ink to dry.
Although it doesn't look like what it is.
In the absence of Lord Lingshan, Qing Nineteen was like a bird flying free, neither taking medicine nor eating.
The clay doll kept jumping up and down anxiously: "Madam needs food and medicine."
Qing Jiujiu got annoyed and tore off the bed curtain to keep them out, and rolled into the soft quilt.
"...don't take me."
When I woke up the next day, the rain had stopped.
Qing Jiujiu went out for a walk with his shoes on, and came back with muddy feet, but in a good mood.
The rain stopped.
There are two more days.
Qing Nineteen cooked a simple meal, and took it away after a few mouthfuls. The clay doll was worried: "Madam wants to eat."
"I am full."
He has indeed lost his appetite recently.
Qing Nineteen poked the two clay dolls with his fingertips: "Don't complain to Lord Lingshan, otherwise..."
He didn't finish talking, and the unfinished words were the most frightening, although the main reason was that he didn't know what else to say.
After washing the dishes and chopsticks, Qing Jiujiu stopped at the door.
His complexion suddenly turned pale, his eyes were a little confused and a little scared.
A sparrow feather flew in front of him leisurely, and the whole body exuded a light blue light.
This is... a letter from the peacock.
…
Peacock Mansion came very quickly, arriving early the next morning. The clay doll opened the door, revealing Kong Jing's figure.
Qing Jiujiu met his eyes and moved away calmly.
The clay doll said: "Mr. Lingshan is not at home for the time being, only his wife is at home. Mr. Lingshan said that his wife wants to rest and see no guests. If you have something to do, please come back the next day."
Kong Jing said nothing, closed the clay doll's five senses, and then stepped into the door. There are several people behind him, including his cronies, and... the real Kong Ling.
"The civet cat's trick of changing the prince is over."
Kong Jing always had that cold and serious expression. He looked at Kong Ling and nodded slightly.
Kong Ling reluctantly walked to his side.
Kong Jing looked at Qing Nineteen, and rarely showed a smile, but that smile was without warmth: "You little green bird really impresses me."
Qing Jiujiu felt his heart tighten, he covered his heart, and his breathing stopped.
Kong Ling's complexion changed, and she reached out to snatch the body deed from Kong Jing's hand: "What are you doing! This is my idea, why are you bullying Qingque?!"
Kong Jing let go, and looked at Kong Ling coldly: "Are you still very proud?"
Kong Ling was not timid at all: "I'm not proud, this is the truth. I didn't want to marry the old man Lingshan Jun, so I went to find Shijiu and asked him to replace me. A man should do things and be responsible for him. This is my idea. , I did it, there is no reason for Qingque to recite it to me."
Qing Nineteen clutched her heart and waited for a while, and when she heard these words, she gave Kong Ling a complicated look.
Kong Jing frowned and reprimanded: "Don't delay, you go over."
Kong Ling said "Oh" coldly, straightened her back and walked towards Qing Nineteen: "I have something to tell Nineteen, you guys just wait."
After speaking, he dragged Qing Nineteen into the room and closed the door.
"I'm really not used to facing my own face." Kong Ling joked, seeing Qing Nineteen's face was pale, and asked him to sit down, "Kong Jing is a lunatic, the first thing he did when he caught me was to take your body away." Deed."
Qing Shijiu probably also understood that the sudden pain a few days ago was due to her body deed. With the deed in the hands of the Peacock Mansion, he will never be able to escape.
When the matter came to an end, Qing Nineteen finally had the feeling that the knife hanging above his head had fallen, and at this moment he was unexpectedly calm. He poured two cups of tea and placed one in front of Kong Ling.
"What's going on?"
Kong Ling drooled, and said angrily: "I escaped from the cloud... I met a strange person in Fuyao Pond. I had never seen him before, but he called out my name."
"I asked who he was. He claimed to be the Sword Attendant Boy of the Eastern Azure Dragon Palace..."
Qing Nineteen was surprised: "Dongfang Qinglong Palace, it is rumored that His Highness has been sleeping all the time."
Kong Ling shook her head: "There is a change in the seal of the Eastern Azure Dragon, which is why it has been raining heavily for the past few days... everyone is guessing that the Azure Dragon is about to appear."
He said with a sneer: "This is out of the question, Mr. Peacock has heard, and the ceremony is ready."
Qing Nineteen was speechless.
Kong Ling lowered her brows and said, "It's that boy who serves the sword. I don't know how he recognizes me. He knocked me out in just a few words... When I wake up again, I will be in the Peacock Mansion."
A person who appeared out of nowhere broke Kong Ling's escape plan out of nowhere.
How did this matter have something to do with the Eastern Azure Dragon Palace
The two of them didn't speak any more, they each held their cups of tea and were lost in thought.
The door was knocked twice.
Qing Jiujiu rolled her stiff eyeballs, thinking in a daze: I should go.
He carefully traced the corners of the room, the tables, chairs and cabinets with his eyes, and finally put down the water glass and stood up.
"How about Lord Lingshan?" Kong Ling asked suddenly behind him.
Qing Nineteen stopped in her tracks, and after a while said softly: "...he is a very good person, you won't hate him."
He was going to say "You're going to like him."
But these words were like shards of porcelain, choked in his throat and unable to come out.
From now on, the "Kong Ling" who will be beside Ling Shanjun will be the real Kong Ling.
They will be together for a long, long time, and Qing Jiu has no doubt that Kong Ling will fall in love with Lingshan Jun just like herself, during the days and nights with him.
They will love each other, they will spend time together, they will travel all over the three realms and six realms, and finally they will return to Lingshan and fall asleep hugging each other on a rainy night.
What about Qing Nineteen
Maybe he will die, maybe he will spend the rest of his life in Xiaochunzhuang.
In short, it has nothing to do with Lord Lingshan.
…
Qing Nineteen did not die, nor was he exiled to Xiaochunzhuang.
Kong Jing brought him back to the Peacock Mansion and left it to Qing Si to arrange. I don't know what the eldest son ordered. Qing Si never let Qing Nineteen go to get a real job, but let him follow him.
Qing Si didn't know what had happened during this period, but when he saw Qing Nineteen came back, he just sighed, "It's good to be back."
Qing Nineteen smiled effortlessly.
After leaving Lingshan, his condition became worse and worse, and his back and leg pain became normal. When he returned to the Peacock Mansion, he could no longer be like when he was in Lingshan, where he would bury his head and sleep for a day without being disturbed by anyone. Every day before dawn, Qingsi would wake him up. Qingsi also found a doctor for him, but he didn't see anything, only said that he was weak and needed more rest and supplements. You can't afford to make up for it. Qing Shijiu doesn't eat, and can fall asleep with his eyes closed when he finds an opportunity. Qingsi can't help him, so he can only find time for him to rest in secret.
"...I can come back after going to Xiaochunzhuang, it's a big skill..."
"No, he is the one who can persuade the Second Young Master to quit the marriage in the Red-bellied Horned Pheasant's Mansion. To him, this matter is no small matter... Fortunately, the Second Young Master built another mansion after marriage... Otherwise, the days of the Peacock Mansion will be ruined." Wonderful... ”
"I feel sorry for that young lady of the red-bellied horned pheasant...she should be called the second lady. She is really kind and pure. It seems... that she might not be able to compete with that blue sparrow."
"Where is the need for the second wife to fight... You don't know how much the second son loves the second wife, the second wife is pregnant now, and she is precious... What kind of twisted thoughts does that Qingque dare, the second son is afraid that he will be the first one not to spare him! "
Qing Jiujiu hid behind a pillar and dozed off. He was so disturbed by these gossiping house slaves that he couldn't sleep. He was full of irritability, and when he heard the words of the second son and the second wife who were inseparable, he fell down covering his ears.
Really annoying.
Hearing the gossiping people laugh for a while and then changed the subject: "In a few days, the reunion banquet, the sons and daughters who are away will have to come back to the banquet, has the steward divided the errands for you?"
"Me? I went to help out the kitchen."
"The steward asked me to serve tea in the hall."
"Why are you so lucky, I was assigned to serve the gift, and I had to stay in the Court of Rituals for a day. In that remote place, you can't even hear the excitement of Cuishan Terrace."
Cuishan Terrace is the place where Peacock Mansion holds banquets.
Qing Shijiu vaguely remembered that when Qing Siyou mentioned a family banquet, she asked herself to accompany him to Cuishan Terrace to serve.
Peacock mansion reunion banquet, according to the rules, married sons and daughters have to bring their friends back home.
At that time... you can take a look at it from a distance.
One glance is enough.