No one can predict how big waves will be caused by a small stone thrown into the water.
Mr. Duan from Daizhou was overheard by a group of Tai students when he was telling a story. After seeking evidence, they became angry, seriously reviewed the war, investigated the person responsible for the failure, and fully rectified Yang Zhao's name. All kinds of voices rang out. At this time, Cheng Jia and other Qingliu also began to speak at the court.
There were many storms outside, Yang Zhao's reputation was getting higher and higher day by day, and maids from the south of the Yangtze River were welcomed in Dingguo's mansion.
Dozens of girls as beautiful as flower buds entered the yard, immediately bringing more vitality than the flowers in the yard.
There is a gentle breeze on the water pavilion by the lake, which is cooler than other places. The weather is too hot to go out. Most of the time, Ling Qingyu and Alan huddled here. Ling Qingyu read documents and letters, and Alan tossed her pills, chatting from time to time.
Looking at the girls in plain clothes who looked like butterflies, Ling Qingyu and Alan were very moved.
It's good to be young!
"Master, what are you talking about? You are really beautiful!" The girl who was pruning flower branches with small scissors laughed.
"Does this mean that you despise me? In terms of beauty, although my mother is already a middle-aged woman, she is better than you, right?" Alan looked at Ling Qingyu with a look of disgust.
"We're not fighting for looks, but for temperament!" Ling Qingyu laughed.
"Master," Sum hurried over through the flowers, and said, "Master Cheng is here." After a pause, he said, "Master Wang is also here."
Lord Wang? Ling Qingyu looked at Su Mu puzzled, Su Mu lowered his head and said, "Master Wang Xuanzhi."
Wang Xuanzhi? This person heard that he took over the matter of the Xicheng Office, and was sent to patrol below. He has never been in Bianjing, and he hasn't been back for years. Now, is he back
The yard is being renovated little by little, and it's no longer a group of elders staring at it. There are delicate and flower-like girls shuttling in the yard. The silver bell-like laughter makes this summer a little more beautiful. Divide the heat.
Following the little maid who looked back from time to time and then snickered, passed through layers of doors, and saw the soft couch half leaning on the waterside pavilion by the lake, the clothes were wide and her hair was only tied behind her head. Knowing how comfortable Ling Qingyu was, Wang Xuanzhi couldn't help but turn dark again, and said, "Is this what you mean by heartbroken?"
Cheng Jia smiled and said nothing, sometimes, why show the pain to others, no matter how painful it is, if it is not for the person who really loves him, the most people can see is just a cheap sound of care.
Cheng Jia came here by himself today, but when he went out, he ran into Wang Xuanzhi who had just returned, and when he heard that he was going to Dingguo's mansion, he followed him without saying a word.
Yang Zhao's reputation among the people is getting higher and higher. As a widow, no matter whether it is the emperor or the dignitaries included in the political affairs hall, they should be more or less scrupulous. Moreover, recently, there have been endless scandals in the back houses of those high-end courtyards in Bianjing. Mrs. and the servant monk and actor, and then there is no most amazing but even more astonishing all kinds of dog-blood dramas in the backyard, so that people in Bianjing have endless conversations after dinner. and thus forgotten.
It seems that this person can make himself happy without going out.
"Master Cheng, Lord Wang," Ling Qingyu didn't get up, but just waved his hand and said, "Please sit down." The two of them knew what she looked like, and there was no need to show them some politeness.
Wang Xuanzhi snorted and sat opposite her, while Cheng Jia knelt down on the cushion, motioned for the tea-making maid to make way, and then ordered tea as if she knew the way.
"Master?" A maid walked over from the path with Zhang Qin in her arms, and called out unconsciously when she saw the scene in the waterside pavilion.
Seeing that the maid who made tea had obviously been trained, and the maid holding the piano had also practiced her posture and hands, Cheng Jia's heart moved slightly, did she really plan to live in Bianjing
"Qinyu, put the piano there, there are some masters here today, and I want you to study too." After speaking to the maid, Ling Qingyu turned to look at Cheng Jia, and said with a smile, "Master Cheng, don't you mind?"
"Remuneration?" Wang Xuanzhi was a little dumbfounded seeing Cheng Jia smiling and looking up, and his gesture of ordering tea was still as elegant as before.
"The Jianjia yard you asked for last time, I gave it to you. Also, I have asked Han Bian to set aside a part for you to use. Let me have a look at what kind of literary conference will be held in the future?" Ling Qingyu Sighing: "I can't go out, and I don't have social relations, so I have to have some fun by myself."
Cheng Jia suppressed the surprise in his heart, but Wang Xuanzhi shouted, "What is this like? How long has it been since Yang Zhao died?"
"If I live, he will live," Ling Qingyu pointed to his heart, and said with a faint smile.
Wang Xuanzhi suddenly fell silent. He was patrolling outside. Cheng Jia wrote to tell him that Yan San died and Yang Zhao married into the Ling family. When he came back this time, he heard that Yang Zhao died in battle. He had mixed feelings in his heart, but it was not good for him alone Cheng Jia came to look for him.
Do you live in your heart
"Don't you dislike those literary clubs?" Cheng Jia asked, placing a cup of tea in front of Alan.
"I don't like it very much. A group of boring people are just hurting the spring and the autumn, but there is nothing to do now, so why not take a look." Seeing Alan's eyes narrowed with a smile, Ling Qingyu smiled unconsciously, and said: "Besides , I also want to see, what kind of people are the pillars of the country that you often talk about, those who think they are right? This country is governed by you like this, what kind of waste is that, I also want to see and see. "
Pfft, Alan spewed out all the tea, pointed at Ling Qingyu and said, "Girl! That's too dishonest! When I'm telling the truth, can I switch to a time when I don't drink tea?"
"I'm sorry, pay attention next time." Ling Qingyu pressed her hand down, looked at Wang Xuanzhi coldly with a smile on his face, "I heard that Mr. Wang has been dealing with the affairs of the West City, and it is said that he is the one with the least troublesome inspections below. , how? What method did you use to appease the people who have been deprived of everything?"
Wang Xuanzhi's face darkened. From his original intention, he was unwilling to do this kind of thing, but if someone else did it, I'm afraid the consequences would be even worse, but no matter how gentle the method he used, how many embarrassments he left for others Nothing can change the fact that they are forcibly robbing people's land in the name of the state power organization.
Cheng Jia placed the ordered tea in front of Ling Qingyu and Wang Xuanzhi, stood up, took the piano from the maid's hand, and exclaimed in surprise: "Chunlei?"
Seeing his expression of surprise and joy, Ling Qingyu turned around and asked Qin Yu, "Where did this Qin come from?"
"Master Qi just gave this to my servant." Qin Yu replied with her head lowered. She has learned the piano for ten years, and she has never seen such a good piano. The young master said it was Chunlei, and his heart was even more moved, it was a famous piano.
Cheng Jia put the qin on the qin table, cleaned his hands at the side first, then lifted the corner of his robe, knelt and sat beside the qin table, meditated slightly, and said with a smile: "Next time, you can add some incense here." This person has all kinds of incense in the storeroom, but he doesn't like to use incense.
Without waiting for Ling Qingyu's answer, he stroked his fingers lightly, and a string of notes sounded leisurely.
At the end of the song, the lingering sound is still lingering, as if it is still lingering in people's ears.
"It's better than ordinary people, no wonder the pay is so expensive." Alan applauded.
Do you think this is a busker? When Wang Xuanzhi came out of the lingering sound, he was shocked again, dark on the outside and tender on the inside.
"It's the piano." Cheng Jia flicked his finger lightly. Unfortunately, since it belongs to that Yan Qi, I'm afraid Ling Qingyu won't give it up, so he raised his head and said with a smile: "Jia likes it very much, can I come and play every day?" Seeing Ling Qingyu's expression, he smiled again and said, "Jia doesn't charge for it."
Ling Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "That's no problem, anyway, Han Jian will clean up there in a few days."
"Brother Han is doing it? Why don't Jia give some advice?" Cheng Jia lowered his head, and once again drew notes on the strings with his fingers.
"Are you really going to have a paper meeting here?" Wang Xuanzhi stared at Cheng Jia dumbfounded.
"Why not? The scenery here is the most elegant in Bianjing. It's rare that Mrs. Yang is willing to lend the place. Isn't it a matter of elegance?" Cheng Jia laughed.
Wang Xuanzhi was very speechless, although no one would gossip about her now, but it was all for Yang Zhao's sake, but also because of this, if she, as Mrs. Yang, did something against the rules, I'm afraid Immediately will be sprayed to death by saliva.
But the two of them didn't seem to care, Wang Xuanzhi remained silent until after the two left, he asked Cheng Jia with a look of surprise: "She doesn't know how powerful you are, don't you?"
"Not long after you came back, I'm afraid you haven't heard of many things about Bianjing." Cheng Jia shook his fan and said, "Recently, the backyards of those rich and powerful families have been very lively. I'll take you to listen."
The wife of the Duke and Marquis privately raises a servant and an actor, the father-in-law and the concubine's daughter-in-law have an affair and give birth to a grandson or a son, the sister-in-law rapes the younger uncle, the cousin slept with the distant cousin...
Wang Xuanzhi lost his expression when he heard it. As the sons of aristocratic families, they have never seen this kind of thing, but these are all private in the backyard, and everyone keeps it a secret. It has been dealt with early, how could it be directly Take it out and say it. Compared with these things, even though she is a ****, she is willing to provide her own courtyard for those poor students to have a gathering place, which is indeed an elegant thing.
"One more thing." Cheng Jia looked at the storyteller downstairs, and said calmly, "Yang Zhao is a son of the Ling family, and she has no obligation to be his widow for the rest of his life."
"So what? Who dares to marry her now? Do you want to marry her?" Wang Xuanzhi laughed, but seeing Cheng Jia's indifferent smile, his heart skipped a beat.
"Why not?"
Wang Xuanzhi's eyes widened again. He already knew that Cheng Jia liked her, but Wang Xuanzhi blurted out, "Don't say that your father will never agree, and neither will she!"
Cheng Jia turned to look at Wang Xuanzhi, smiled brightly at him, and said, "Xuanzhi, Wenhui will post in the name of both of us, right?"
"I won't mess around with you!" Wang Xuan got up angrily and left in a huff.
Are you messing around? Cheng Jia took a small snack and said, "Why are you shaking at the desk?"
The book case was barely crying, and said with a trembling voice: "Young master, we will be beaten to death by the master." You are not here for real, are you? Are you married to the head of Ling? Of course, we have to admit that the head of Ling's family is a nice woman, but what is your identity? What is Ling's current status? If you didn't get sprayed to death by saliva, you will definitely be beaten to death by the master first! Oh, we must be the first to be killed!
kill it? I'm afraid it will? Cheng Jia put the snack into his mouth, and looked out of the window. Even if he would be beaten to death, he didn't want to hide his heart anymore this time.
No one can predict how big waves will be caused by a small stone thrown into the water.
Mr. Duan from Daizhou was overheard by a group of Tai students when he was telling a story. After seeking evidence, they became angry, seriously reviewed the war, investigated the person responsible for the failure, and fully rectified Yang Zhao's name. All kinds of voices rang out. At this time, Cheng Jia and other Qingliu also began to speak at the court.
There were many storms outside, Yang Zhao's reputation was getting higher and higher day by day, and maids from the south of the Yangtze River were welcomed in Dingguo's mansion.
Dozens of girls as beautiful as flower buds entered the yard, immediately bringing more vitality than the flowers in the yard.
There is a gentle breeze on the water pavilion by the lake, which is cooler than other places. The weather is too hot to go out. Most of the time, Ling Qingyu and Alan huddled here. Ling Qingyu read documents and letters, and Alan tossed her pills, chatting from time to time.
Looking at the girls in plain clothes who looked like butterflies, Ling Qingyu and Alan were very moved.
It's good to be young!
"Master, what are you talking about? You are really beautiful!" The girl who was pruning flower branches with small scissors laughed.
"Does this mean that you despise me? In terms of beauty, although my mother is already a middle-aged woman, she is better than you, right?" Alan looked at Ling Qingyu with a look of disgust.
"We're not fighting for looks, but for temperament!" Ling Qingyu laughed.
"Master," Sum hurried over through the flowers, and said, "Master Cheng is here." After a pause, he said, "Master Wang is also here."
Lord Wang? Ling Qingyu looked at Su Mu puzzled, Su Mu lowered his head and said, "Master Wang Xuanzhi."
Wang Xuanzhi? This person heard that he took over the matter of the Xicheng Office, and was sent to patrol below. He has never been in Bianjing, and he hasn't been back for years. Now, is he back
The yard is being renovated little by little, and it's no longer a group of elders staring at it. There are delicate and flower-like girls shuttling in the yard. The silver bell-like laughter makes this summer a little more beautiful. Divide the heat.
Following the little maid who looked back from time to time and then snickered, passed through layers of doors, and saw the soft couch half leaning on the waterside pavilion by the lake, the clothes were wide and her hair was only tied behind her head. Knowing how comfortable Ling Qingyu was, Wang Xuanzhi couldn't help but turn dark again, and said, "Is this what you mean by heartbroken?"
Cheng Jia smiled and said nothing, sometimes, why show the pain to others, no matter how painful it is, if it is not for the person who really loves him, the most people can see is just a cheap sound of care.
Cheng Jia came here by himself today, but when he went out, he ran into Wang Xuanzhi who had just returned, and when he heard that he was going to Dingguo's mansion, he followed him without saying a word.
Yang Zhao's reputation among the people is getting higher and higher. As a widow, no matter whether it is the emperor or the dignitaries included in the political affairs hall, they should be more or less scrupulous. Moreover, recently, there have been endless scandals in the back houses of those high-end courtyards in Bianjing. Mrs. and the servant monk and actor, and then there is no most amazing but even more astonishing all kinds of dog-blood dramas in the backyard, so that people in Bianjing have endless conversations after dinner. and thus forgotten.
It seems that this person can make himself happy without going out.
"Master Cheng, Lord Wang," Ling Qingyu didn't get up, but just waved his hand and said, "Please sit down." The two of them knew what she looked like, and there was no need to show them some politeness.
Wang Xuanzhi snorted and sat opposite her, while Cheng Jia knelt down on the cushion, motioned for the tea-making maid to make way, and then ordered tea as if she knew the way.
"Master?" A maid walked over from the path with Zhang Qin in her arms, and called out unconsciously when she saw the scene in the waterside pavilion.
Seeing that the maid who made tea had obviously been trained, and the maid holding the piano had also practiced her posture and hands, Cheng Jia's heart moved slightly, did she really plan to live in Bianjing
"Qinyu, put the piano there, there are some masters here today, and I want you to study too." After speaking to the maid, Ling Qingyu turned to look at Cheng Jia, and said with a smile, "Master Cheng, don't you mind?"
"Remuneration?" Wang Xuanzhi was a little dumbfounded seeing Cheng Jia smiling and looking up, and his gesture of ordering tea was still as elegant as before.
"The Jianjia yard you asked for last time, I gave it to you. Also, I have asked Han Bian to set aside a part for you to use. Let me have a look at what kind of literary conference will be held in the future?" Ling Qingyu Sighing: "I can't go out, and I don't have social relations, so I have to have some fun by myself."
Cheng Jia suppressed the surprise in his heart, but Wang Xuanzhi shouted, "What is this like? How long has it been since Yang Zhao died?"
"If I live, he will live," Ling Qingyu pointed to his heart, and said with a faint smile.
Wang Xuanzhi suddenly fell silent. He was patrolling outside. Cheng Jia wrote to tell him that Yan San died and Yang Zhao married into the Ling family. When he came back this time, he heard that Yang Zhao died in battle. He had mixed feelings in his heart, but it was not good for him alone Cheng Jia came to look for him.
Do you live in your heart
"Don't you dislike those literary clubs?" Cheng Jia asked, placing a cup of tea in front of Alan.
"I don't like it very much. A group of boring people are just hurting the spring and the autumn, but there is nothing to do now, so why not take a look." Seeing Alan's eyes narrowed with a smile, Ling Qingyu smiled unconsciously, and said: "Besides , I also want to see, what kind of people are the pillars of the country that you often talk about, those who think they are right? This country is governed by you like this, what kind of waste is that, I also want to see and see. "
Pfft, Alan spewed out all the tea, pointed at Ling Qingyu and said, "Girl! That's too dishonest! When I'm telling the truth, can I switch to a time when I don't drink tea?"
"I'm sorry, pay attention next time." Ling Qingyu pressed her hand down, looked at Wang Xuanzhi coldly with a smile on his face, "I heard that Mr. Wang has been dealing with the affairs of the West City, and it is said that he is the one with the least troublesome inspections below. , how? What method did you use to appease the people who have been deprived of everything?"
Wang Xuanzhi's face darkened. From his original intention, he was unwilling to do this kind of thing, but if someone else did it, I'm afraid the consequences would be even worse, but no matter how gentle the method he used, how many embarrassments he left for others Nothing can change the fact that they are forcibly robbing people's land in the name of the state power organization.
Cheng Jia placed the ordered tea in front of Ling Qingyu and Wang Xuanzhi, stood up, took the piano from the maid's hand, and exclaimed in surprise: "Chunlei?"
Seeing his expression of surprise and joy, Ling Qingyu turned around and asked Qin Yu, "Where did this Qin come from?"
"Master Qi just gave this to my servant." Qin Yu replied with her head lowered. She has learned the piano for ten years, and she has never seen such a good piano. The young master said it was Chunlei, and his heart was even more moved, it was a famous piano.
Cheng Jia put the qin on the qin table, cleaned his hands at the side first, then lifted the corner of his robe, knelt and sat beside the qin table, meditated slightly, and said with a smile: "Next time, you can add some incense here." This person has all kinds of incense in the storeroom, but he doesn't like to use incense.
Without waiting for Ling Qingyu's answer, he stroked his fingers lightly, and a string of notes sounded leisurely.
At the end of the song, the lingering sound is still lingering, as if it is still lingering in people's ears.
"It's better than ordinary people, no wonder the pay is so expensive." Alan applauded.
Do you think this is a busker? When Wang Xuanzhi came out of the lingering sound, he was shocked again, dark on the outside and tender on the inside.
"It's the piano." Cheng Jia flicked his finger lightly. Unfortunately, since it belongs to that Yan Qi, I'm afraid Ling Qingyu won't give it up, so he raised his head and said with a smile: "Jia likes it very much, can I come and play every day?" Seeing Ling Qingyu's expression, he smiled again and said, "Jia doesn't charge for it."
Ling Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "That's no problem, anyway, Han Jian will clean up there in a few days."
"Brother Han is doing it? Why don't Jia give some advice?" Cheng Jia lowered his head, and once again drew notes on the strings with his fingers.
"Are you really going to have a paper meeting here?" Wang Xuanzhi stared at Cheng Jia dumbfounded.
"Why not? The scenery here is the most elegant in Bianjing. It's rare that Mrs. Yang is willing to lend the place. Isn't it a matter of elegance?" Cheng Jia laughed.
Wang Xuanzhi was very speechless, although no one would gossip about her now, but it was all for Yang Zhao's sake, but also because of this, if she, as Mrs. Yang, did something against the rules, I'm afraid Immediately will be sprayed to death by saliva.
But the two of them didn't seem to care, Wang Xuanzhi remained silent until after the two left, he asked Cheng Jia with a look of surprise: "She doesn't know how powerful you are, don't you?"
"Not long after you came back, I'm afraid you haven't heard of many things about Bianjing." Cheng Jia shook his fan and said, "Recently, the backyards of those rich and powerful families have been very lively. I'll take you to listen."
The wife of the Duke and Marquis privately raises a servant and an actor, the father-in-law and the concubine's daughter-in-law have an affair and give birth to a grandson or a son, the sister-in-law rapes the younger uncle, the cousin slept with the distant cousin...
Wang Xuanzhi lost his expression when he heard it. As the sons of aristocratic families, they have never seen this kind of thing, but these are all private in the backyard, and everyone keeps it a secret. It has been dealt with early, how could it be directly Take it out and say it. Compared with these things, even though she is a ****, she is willing to provide her own courtyard for those poor students to have a gathering place, which is indeed an elegant thing.
"One more thing." Cheng Jia looked at the storyteller downstairs, and said calmly, "Yang Zhao is a son of the Ling family, and she has no obligation to be his widow for the rest of his life."
"So what? Who dares to marry her now? Do you want to marry her?" Wang Xuanzhi laughed, but seeing Cheng Jia's indifferent smile, his heart skipped a beat.
"Why not?"
Wang Xuanzhi's eyes widened again. He already knew that Cheng Jia liked her, but Wang Xuanzhi blurted out, "Don't say that your father will never agree, and neither will she!"
Cheng Jia turned to look at Wang Xuanzhi, smiled brightly at him, and said, "Xuanzhi, Wenhui will post in the name of both of us, right?"
"I won't mess around with you!" Wang Xuan got up angrily and left in a huff.
Are you messing around? Cheng Jia took a small snack and said, "Why are you shaking at the desk?"
The book case was barely crying, and said with a trembling voice: "Young master, we will be beaten to death by the master." You are not here for real, are you? Are you married to the head of Ling? Of course, we have to admit that the head of Ling's family is a nice woman, but what is your identity? What is Ling's current status? If you didn't get sprayed to death by saliva, you will definitely be beaten to death by the master first! Oh, we must be the first to be killed!
kill it? I'm afraid it will? Cheng Jia put the snack into his mouth, and looked out of the window. Even if he would be beaten to death, he didn't want to hide his heart anymore this time.