When the loud crowing of cocks resounded across the sky, a middle-aged man in a white jacket suddenly sat up from the bed and shivered. He raised his hand to wipe his forehead, and found that it was covered with cold sweat, and even his temple hair was soaked.
Ji Jiao heard the commotion in the inner room, so she hurried in to greet her and said, "See Your Majesty."
The middle-aged man looked at the platycodon, his eyes were still a little dazed... By the way, he, Xiao Shen, is no longer the Zhennan King of Southern Border, but His Majesty the Emperor of Dayue!
Xiao Shen frowned slightly, his heart was pounding, and his mind was still immersed in the nightmare just now...
In that dream, it was late at night, he had finally finished approving the memorial in the study, and just after undressing and going to bed, a soldier rushed to report in panic, saying that the Dayu army had arrived at the border! It's still the little emperor Han Lingfan's personal conquest!
Since Han Lingfan was personally marching, Xiao Shen, as the emperor of Dayue, had no choice but to put on his battle armor and lead the army of Dayue north to the battlefield in person under the kneeling pleas of civil and military officials.
When the battle drums sounded, suddenly, a cold arrow "swish" flew in front of him, and it shot straight into his chest in the blink of an eye... Then he fell from his horse amidst the exclamation of the soldiers. Down, consciousness drifts away...
Then, he heard the sharp cock crowing and woke up suddenly.
Xiao Shen touched his heart, only felt the heart under his palm beating strongly, thought to himself: Fortunately, he is still alive!
If I was really shot and killed by the Dayu Army as in my dream, then their Dayu Army would have no leader in the future, and the Dayu Army would definitely wipe out the territory of Dayu and merge it into Dayu, and their Xiao's blood would probably be all Destroyed to ashes, never to be reborn...
The more Xiao Shen thought about it, the more chilled he became, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.
Seeing him sitting there in a daze without any movement, Kikyo cautiously reminded: "Your Majesty, it's time to go to court..."
Morning? ! Xiao Shen blinked slowly, regained consciousness all of a sudden, then breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself: It's all right, it's just the early court, not the Dayu army coming!
It was just a dream, everything just now was just a dream!
Xiao Shen rubbed the center of his brows, lifted the thin quilt and got down on the couch, and waited for him to wash and change clothes by the platycodon, yawning from time to time, with a deep tiredness on his face.
Since he ascended the throne, the Zhennan Palace has become a hidden residence. Before the palace was built, the family still lived here. Although the imperial palace is still under construction, the early court cannot be omitted because of this, and now at the hour of every day, he has to start the early court together with all the civil and military officials.
The location of the morning court was temporarily set in the camp of Luoyue City, which meant that he had to get up every day when the cock crowed.
Xiao Shen only felt that what he hadn't suffered in the first half of his life, he had suffered all at once in the month after he ascended the throne, and in just one month, he was already so tired that he lost a lot of weight.
But he still has to go to court early, this "king doesn't go to court early" is a sign of the country's subjugation, as the founding emperor of Dai Viet, he must guard this foundation for his golden grandson, and he must not let his rebellious son ruin his family fortune up! Xiao Shen secretly encouraged himself in his heart.
After he put on the dragon robe and Yishan crown, Kikyo cautiously reminded: "Your Majesty, it's already a quarter of an hour, do you still want breakfast?"
There is less than an hour left before the morning time. After he eats his breakfast and rushes over, I'm afraid it will be too late...
Xiao Shen's brows were tightly furrowed, and he could only ask: "What snacks do you have?"
Kikyo replied fluently: "Back to the emperor, there are lotus root and honey cakes, pine nut cream rolls, jujube paste yam cakes, steamed buns..."
Thinking of the fragments of pine nut butter rolls scattered on his robe a few days ago, and the gravy of the steamed buns accidentally staining his lapel the day before yesterday, Xiao Shen frowned and said: "Then lotus root honey Candy cake and yam date paste cake." These cakes are more suitable for eating on the carriage.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Kikyo replied, and immediately ordered people to prepare the food box deftly, and then personally went to the Yimen Gate to send Xiao Shen to the imperial driver.
The gate of the hidden mansion was wide open, and Yu Jia hurriedly left the mansion. After the mansion gate was closed again, the mansion gradually calmed down again...
The rising sun is getting higher and higher, the sunlight is getting stronger and stronger, and the temperature is getting hotter and hotter. Luoyue City in July is so hot that people can hardly breathe...
When the morning court was over, it was noon when Xiao Shen's royal driver returned to the Qian Mansion again, and the morning passed by in such a flash, Xiao Shen was so hot that he was sweating profusely.
There were two ice basins in the study, and as soon as he entered the door, he felt the cold air hit his face, and his whole body felt much cooler and more comfortable.
He had just picked up a teacup when the chief came, bringing a box of memorials, which he said were sent by the crown prince for his approval.
Why is there another memorial? ! Xiao Shen frowned, and couldn't help looking at the desk, only to see that the unfinished documents yesterday were piled up on the desk like a hill.
"Why-"
Xiao Shen looked at the countless memorials, and heaved a long sigh.
It is not easy to be an emperor. Outsiders only see that he is now the Lord of Dayue, reigning in the world, and the scenery is boundless, but they don’t know that he is so tired every day that his body seems to be hollowed out. There are endless memorials to be approved every day, Xiao Shen occasionally feels a bit of sympathy with the new emperor of Dayu, Han Lingfan, who is far away in the capital.
It's not easy for either of them!
However, this morning, Tang Qinghong said that the Yellow Turban Army who rebelled against Dayu had already agreed to recruit them, and now the two sides are discussing the matter of recruiting security. After Dayu solves the Yellow Turban Army, should Han Lingfan target them? Dai Viet? !
Thinking of what happened in the dream last night, Xiao Shen's heart ached again, and his tongue became dry.
Could the dream last night be an omen? !
Xiao Shenshi ate some lunch indifferently, and after that, he didn't even drink a sip of tea, and began to approve the memorials piled up on his desk-although Xiao Yi's rebellious son told him to just put the imperial seal on the memorials, but Xiao Shen How can you rest assured? ! Letting the reckless words of that rebellious son defeat their Da Yue Jiang Shan, how should he face the two golden grandsons in the future? !
Thinking of Jinsun, Xiao Shen felt that his body seemed to have strength again, so he concentrated on reviewing the memorial.
The study was quiet, only the sound of the scroll being flipped and his lament and sigh could be heard from time to time...
In mid-July, the constant humming of cicadas in the courtyard disturbed Xiao Shen, and he stopped writing from time to time. Because it's been too hot recently? !
I don't know how long it took, the long follower suddenly came in and said: "The emperor, the grandson and the second grandson have come to pay your respects."
Baby Kim Sun is here? !
Xiao Shen immediately put down the Langhao brush in his hand, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said: "Please hurry up and invite the grandson and the second grandson to come in!"
Seeing this, Kikyo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, there are two elixirs, the grandson and the second emperor's grandson, which are more effective than anything else for the emperor.
Soon, Chang Sui led Xiao Xiao Yu and the nurse who was holding Xiao Ye in her arms, and there was a black and white ball of hair at Xiao Xiao Yu's feet, making a "meow" sound curiously.
"Grandfather." Little Xiao Yu bowed to his grandfather seriously, and the wet nurse also hugged Xiao Ye and saluted together.
Looking at the two precious golden grandchildren, Xiao Shen smiled very kindly, wishing he could hold them both in his arms, the original fatigue was swept away.
Xiao Xiaoyu looked at the high pile of memorials on his grandfather's desk, and said sympathetically, "Is the imperial grandfather busy? Did my younger brother and I bother the imperial grandfather..."
Fearing that Jin Sun would resign at the next sentence, Xiao Shen said quickly: "Brother Yu, you and your younger brother came just in time, and grandfather just finished his work...Brother Yu, can you wait for grandfather for a while?"
Xiao Xiaoyu was a good and filial boy, he obediently responded, and said: "Grandfather, my brother and I are waiting for you here." He went to pull his toy box over familiarly, and took out the windmill inside Blow it to my brother...
Gululu...
The windmill turned briskly.
Little Xiao Ye stared intently at the windmill turning in his elder brother's hand, and smiled happily. Even the little milk cat Go, who was squatting on the ground, looked at the windmill without blinking, occasionally making excited "meow" sounds.
Those bursts of laughter tickled Xiao Shen's heart like feathers. He really wanted to go play with his two grandchildren right away, so he impatiently stamped the memorial, one after another... After a while, those memorials on the desk It's all over. Xiao Shen was secretly glad that he didn't take out the memorial from today's box.
After the chief follower took away the approved memorial, the study suddenly became quite empty.
"Is the grandfather busy?" Xiao Xiaoyu ran to find his grandfather with a smile on his windmill, looking at him expectantly.
The windmill was gone, and little Xiao Ye searched around suspiciously, making a sound of "吚吚咚咚".
Xiao Shen couldn't see the disappointment of his precious little grandson, so he quickly took the windmill and continued to blow the windmill, which made little Xiao Ye laugh again.
Looking at the innocent and lovely smile of the little baby, Xiao Shen felt that his heart was about to turn into honey, so he blew more vigorously.
The windmill was spinning, bringing a cool breeze, Xiao Ye giggled and laughed even more heartily, while Xiao Yu went to search his own toy box again, and found a fist-sized leather bag from inside. Ju, smiled and called out: "Go!"
"Meow!" The little milk cat immediately focused its gaze on the little Piju, and the emerald-like eyes of the cat released an unusually bright light.
Xiao Xiaoyu rolled the little Piju out casually, and the two-month-old kitten was overjoyed, and immediately chased after the rolling little Piju.
"Meow—"
The laughter of the three grandparents and the meowing of the milk cat resounded one after another in the room... After playing for half an hour, little Xiao Ye yawned delicately.
Xiao Shen was also tired, the windmill has been blowing for a long time, it is also strenuous.
As for the wet nurse and Kikyo, although he felt that Xiao Shen had to blow the car by himself, but he also thought that the Sacred Heart was unpredictable, so he didn't dare to say anything.
"Grandfather!" Little Xiao Yu said obediently, "My brother is going to take a nap, we have to go back...Grandfather should take a good rest and don't work too hard."
Little Xiao Yu took Xiao Shen's hand, exhorted him for a while, then took his younger brother and the kitten away, leaving Xiao Shen so moved that his eyes ached.
His golden grandson is really the most filial child!
No matter how hard and busy he is, it is all valuable. He must guard this country for his grandchildren!
Even if the new emperor of Dayu, Han Lingfan, really leads an army to attack, for the sake of Jinsun, he must go into battle and fight with his own driver, and he must not let that rebellious son Xiao Yi do it!
Xiao Shen's eyes were full of pride and ambition, impassioned, at this moment, Bellflower, who had just gone out to give Xiao Xiaoyu and his brothers, came in again, kneeled down and said: "Your Majesty, Beauty Fang is here, and she said she brought some desserts for the Emperor. Come here..." Fang Meiren is Fang Ziteng, and since Xiao Shen ascended the throne, she has been named a "beauty".
Xiao Shen frowned slightly when he heard this, and suddenly woke up.
Looking at the large box of memorials placed beside the desk, his forehead twitched faintly, and his head hurt!
"I still have government affairs to deal with, how can I have time for dessert!" Xiao Shen said angrily, "Let her go! If you are so free, you should copy more Buddhist scriptures in your room and pray for Dai Yue!"
After Xiao Shen's words got out, Fang Ziteng was dumbfounded. She originally wanted to come here and be courteous, to please Xiao Shen, so as to help her get promoted to another position, but she didn't expect to even meet the emperor. , was inexplicably punished for copying Buddhist scriptures. Could it be that after the emperor ascended the throne, he changed his mind and planned to work hard
Fang Ziteng left in frustration, without hearing Xiao Shen sighing in the room...
Why-
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Extra episode 2: The Han family is happy
"It's born! It's born!"
Following the excited cheers of Mrs. Wen, after the sound of "pa", there was the sonorous cry of the baby.
In the courtyard outside the delivery room, Han Huaijun, Han Qixia, Yuan Yuyi and others were all waiting nervously, staring at the door of the delivery room tensely, their hearts hanging in midair.
With a "squeak", the door finally opened.
Wen Po came out with a stiff face to announce the good news: "General, you are a daughter. Mother and daughter are safe." Wen Po suspected that she might not get any good rewards today, and Mr. Han and Mrs. Han were only in their thirties. Such a daughter...
Thinking about it, Wen Po couldn't help but quickly glanced at a blue-clothed boy behind General Han. The boy looked fourteen or fifteen years old and handsome, except for his high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and slightly The curly brown hair all hinted at his other half's alien blood... It is said that this is the adopted son of General Han and Mrs. Han more than ten years ago, named Han Weijun.
Why-
Wen Po sighed heavily in her heart, if Mrs. Han could have a son herself, who would want to adopt someone else's child? !
In contrast, the other people in the courtyard were relieved, and their hanging hearts just fell.
Jiang Yixi is not young anymore, she is thirty-five now, this pregnancy has been very dangerous since she was conceived, she stayed in bed for the first three months, and then suffered from severe morning sickness, during the whole pregnancy, Jiang Yixi lost a lot of weight, causing everyone It's all worrying... She started it early in the morning today, and now it's almost dusk, and finally gave birth to a baby, without any danger.
"God bless!" Han Qixia clapped her hands in joy and bowed, and then congratulated Mr. Han Huai overjoyed, "Brother, that's great!" She said, looking at Han Weijun again, "Brother Jun, you will be an older brother from now on , you must take good care of your sister."
Han Weijun responded with a shy smile on his face, his dark brown eyes shining brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Seeing that the aunt and grandma in the mansion turned out to be so happy, Wen Po was a little dumbfounded. Immediately afterwards, Fu Yunhe and Yuan Yuyi also gathered around to congratulate Mr. Han Huai and his son.
In the courtyard, the originally depressing atmosphere suddenly became lighter, and everyone's faces were beaming.
Han Huaijun was ecstatic, his smile was a little silly, and there was only one thought in his mind: he became a father, and he and Xier had a daughter!
He was so happy that he almost forgot to give a reward to Mrs. Wen, and when he reached the threshold, he suddenly turned around and said "reward" to Qingyi, before he finished speaking, he hurried into the house to see his wife and daughter.
Qing Yi hurriedly rewarded Po Wen with a big red seal, Po Wen thanked her and withdrew. Unexpectedly, General Han was happier to get a daughter than someone else got a big fat boy.
Afterwards, Han Qixia hurriedly sent someone to the palace to announce the good news, and the whole Han residence was filled with joyous atmosphere...
When the exhausted Jiang Yixi woke up and turned around, the sky had already darkened, her face was a little pale, revealing a deep sense of exhaustion.
"Where's the child?"
Her first thought was to ask about her daughter. After giving birth, she was relieved when she heard Po Wen said that her daughter was healthy, and she fell asleep from exhaustion, and did not wake up until now.
She tried to get up, but as soon as she moved, she felt sore in her limbs, as if she was falling apart.
"She's here." Han Huaijun sat on an armchair beside the couch, watching the little baby girl wrapped in swaddling clothes sleeping soundly on the crib.
Seeing Jiang Yixi wake up, Han Huaijun hurried over and personally helped her sit up.
He didn't dare to hug their daughter at all, because he was afraid that his strength would not be enough, so he signaled the wet nurse to give Jiang Yixi the big red baby.
Under the guidance of the nanny, Jiang Yixi carefully held the baby in the swaddle, and stared at the baby in the swaddle.
The little baby girl only weighed five catties and one tael, and was incredibly petite and frail.
Her cheeks were red, her skin was wrinkled, and her hair was very thin. She didn't look good, but in the eyes of Han Huaijun and Jiang Yixi, who were new parents, their daughter was unbelievably beautiful.
To them, she is a miracle!
Both husband and wife looked at the baby girl quietly, watched her little mouth open and shut, watched her eyelashes tremble slightly, watched her occasionally wrinkle her little nose...
Every small change in the baby's expression caused the two of them to sigh in their hearts, as if they were possessed by a demon.
Before he knew it, a hazy mist appeared in front of Jiang Yixi's eyes, his eyes were slightly red, and his body was trembling almost imperceptibly...
Han Huaijun was sitting next to Jiang Yixi, and immediately noticed it. He nervously wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, and asked, "Xie'er, what's wrong with you? I'll send someone to call the doctor..."
"I'm fine." Jiang Yixi hurriedly stopped him, and smiled, with a warm and peaceful smile, "I'm just happy!" Glad they had a baby girl!
After the epidemic in Yinglan Xinggong that year, Nangong Yue said that it would be difficult for her to have children in the future. Now she is thirty-five years old. A flesh and blood of her and Han Huaijun!
Their daughter is a miracle, a miracle that Jiang Yixi never dared to imagine!
Until now, she still can't believe her good luck...
Han Huaijun, who had already stood up, sat back and smiled, which softened his originally somewhat cold facial features a lot.
Yeah, they finally have their baby!
In the future, they will pet her, teach her, love her, and accompany her to grow up little by little...
The husband and wife looked at each other and smiled, at this moment, a tempting aroma came, Qingyi came holding a bowl of pigeon soup, waited for Jiang Yixi to drink the soup, and then retreated, leaving the small inner room behind. Give them a family of three.
Han Huaijun picked up a piece of tissue paper from the side with a smile, and said, "Xi'er, I thought of a few names for our daughter just now, but none of them were good enough. Come take a look..."
When Jiang Yixi was pregnant, they only hoped that the baby would be born safely and didn't think much about it. Now that their daughter was born, Han Huaijun suddenly realized that they hadn't named her daughter yet.
Dozens of names had already been written on that thin silk paper, most of which were crossed out, leaving a few: Yixin, Wangshu, Xunmei, Zhaoyu, Pengpeng, Jiaojiao...
Every name is Han Huaijun's best expectation and blessing for his daughter.
Looking at the names on the silk paper, Jiang Yixi was also in a dilemma, and said softly, "Han Yixin, Han Wangshu, Han Xunmei, Han Chaoyu..."
The couple discussed each other for a while, but they still couldn't choose a good name. The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the little baby girl who was sleeping next to the mother suddenly burst into tears...
In the room, there was a burst of chaos all of a sudden.
Parenting is trivial, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye. The little girl in their family is very delicate. After these days, she has become plump and plump, but she also tossed her parents and the servants in the house for a long time without sleeping well. .
However, both Han Huaijun and Jiang Yixi enjoyed it very much, watching their little girl change more and more day by day with joy.
In the afternoon of that day, Jiang Yixi was planning to take a nap while her daughter was asleep, but before she could take off her clothes, Qingyi came to report that Mrs. Zhong from the Zuo Shilang's family of the Ministry of Industry had come.
Mrs. Zhong didn't send a message to the mansion beforehand, so it's a bit rude to come to the door so rashly.
But knowing that the visitor was a guest, Jiang Yixi ordered Mrs. Zhong to be welcomed into the small flower hall. Mrs. Zhong was about forty years old, her figure was slightly rounded, she looked kind and friendly.
In fact, the two are not familiar with each other, but have met a few times at the banquet in Beppu occasionally.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Jiang Yixi said directly: "I don't know that Mrs. Zhong is here today, but what advice do you have?"
"I don't dare to teach you." Mrs. Zhong put down the tea cup in her hand with a smile, "Sister Jiang, let me help you, and call you sister, I also want to say a few words from my heart to my sister this time..."
Jiang Yixi drank tea calmly and did not answer her words, waiting for her to speak.
Mrs. Zhong continued: "Sister Jiang, your general has reached the age of forty a few years earlier, shouldn't it be time for you to think about it? Get a good concubine for the general as soon as possible, and give birth to Lin'er, so that you can serve the Han family well." Continue the incense."
Mrs. Zhong looked at Jiang Yixi with burning eyes, trying to suppress her anticipation. Her natal family has a niece who was not married until the age of seventeen because her fiancé, who was engaged to her earlier, died of illness. If she can be a good concubine with General Han, it would be a good idea for her mother to be more expensive than her son in the future. This Mrs. Han just gave birth to a daughter, and at this age, I am afraid she will never have another daughter in the future!
Therefore, the Han family's full moon banquet had just passed, and Mrs. Zhong hurriedly came to the door knowing that Jiang Yixi was confinement, thinking that this was the right time to mention it, so as not to be preempted by others!
Jiang Yixi put down the teacup slowly, his eyes were calm and breezy.
It is not the first time Jiang Yixi has heard this kind of persuasion. Over the years, there have been more than a pair of people like Mrs. Zhong who have come to her door to give her good concubines and equal wives, and she was the one who was pregnant in October. It stopped for a while... She also knew that many wives said behind her back that she was jealous, that she couldn't tolerate people, and that if it wasn't for the empress' empress being close to her, General Han would have divorced his wife and so on.
But Jiang Yixi didn't care, as early as when she decided to marry Han Huaijun, she had already expected this kind of situation...
As long as the Han Huai Bureau doesn't care, what should she care about, besides...
Jiang Yixi frowned slightly, and said deliberately displeased: "Mrs. Zhong, the general and I have sons and daughters. I don't know why Madam made such a statement?!"
Mrs. Zhong choked for a moment. Of course she also knew that Han Huaijun and Jiang Yixi had an adopted adopted son, who they said was adopted from Han Huaijun's cousin, but that was just a mixed bastard. Yes, it may be that Han Huaijun had an outside room in Xiye back then, and it is hard to say whether it was a wild species born by the outside room!
That is to say, Mrs. Han is stupid, or in other words, because she has no children and is weak, she has to accept a concubine.
"Sister Jiang, I can't bear it... You are General Han's first wife, don't you want to watch this huge property be left to..." Other women's children? !
"enough!"
This time Mrs. Zhong didn't have a chance to finish her sentence, so she heard an unhappy cold reprimand from outside the hall.
Mrs. Zhong followed the sound, and then she noticed that there were two men standing at the door of the hall at some time, one was in his thirties, with a dignified appearance, and the other was a young man who was in his prime of dancing with spoons.
It was Han Huaijun and Han Weijun father and son.
Mrs. Zhong's face suddenly became a little stiff, and she secretly rejoiced that she hadn't had a chance to say what she had just said, otherwise the scene would have been even more embarrassing.
Han Huaijun said in a cold voice: "Mrs. Zhong, this general has both children! Don't disturb Madam, don't worry about it!" As he spoke, he bluntly ordered to the nurse in charge, "In the future, no one will come to the door, all go to Madam. bring!"
Mr. Han Huai's words were already slapped in the face. Mrs. Zhong's face was ashen, and she said angrily, "General Han, what are you talking about? I have good intentions!"
"Mrs. Zhong, you should be glad that this general doesn't hit women!" Han Huaijun's eyes became colder, and he shot them like sharp arrows.
Mrs. Zhong's face turned pale with fright. At this moment, the nurse in charge walked up to her and unceremoniously stretched out her hand as a petition, "Mrs. Zhong, please."
Mrs. Zhong left in a panic, Han Huaijun strode into the small flower hall, but Han Weijun stayed outside the hall, watching Mrs. Zhong go away, his eyes rolled with anger, but he didn't say anything.
There are many gossips outside the mansion, no matter how much he said to Mrs. Zhong, he couldn't stop the chatter outside.
The world is stupid.
Since he was a child, he knew that his adoptive father and mother are very loving, even if the adoptive mother and children are difficult, even if the adoptive mother's youth is fading, but in the heart of the adoptive father, there is only the adoptive mother.
They let him know that there is truth in this world!
They let him know that there will be good rewards in this world. Although they have waited for so many years, they finally have a continuation of their blood and a younger sister!
It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, the important thing is that the younger sister is the blood of the adoptive father and mother!
Thinking of his sister's lovely face, Han Weijun's heart gradually calmed down again, with a smile on his face.
It's so nice to have a father, a mother and a sister, this is home! ..
To him, everything in the capital seems to be in his previous life...
Episode 3: Yong Yang
In the golden autumn in the south of the Yangtze River, the autumn is high and the air is crisp. Osmanthus flowers bloom brilliantly on the branches, and the air is filled with thick cinnamon fragrance, which is fragrant for ten miles.
On the sixth day of October, the most famous theater in Sioux City, Fuqu Garden located on Huasheng Street in the west of the city, will open a new play called "Furong Pavilion" today.
At this time, it was still a quarter of an hour before the opening of the play, and all the guests who came to see the play were eagerly waiting, including a white-skinned and elegant young man in blue robes in his twenties sitting in the lobby on the first floor and his body. There is a five or six-year-old girl next to her.
"Clatter..."
The young man in the blue robe was pouring tea for the girl when Xiao Er brought a gray-haired old woman in Tsing Yi over here.
"Mr. Li," Xiao Er greeted the blue-robed young man familiarly, nodded and said, "The garden is full of people today. I wonder if Mr. Li would mind sharing a table with Mrs. Fu?"
From Xiaoer's tone, he knew that Mr. Li should be a frequent visitor in the theater.
Mr. Li hadn't spoken yet, but the girl next to him had already nimbly jumped down from the chair. She enthusiastically helped the old woman in Tsing Yi to open the chair, and said with a smile, "Grandma Fu, please sit down."
The little girl was well-raised, white, fat and ruddy, with round curly hair, wrapped with glazed beads, and wearing a thin pink jacket with flowers and carved silk, she looked very cute.
"Thank you, little baby." The old woman in Tsing Yi, also known as Yong Yang, bowed her head and smiled at the girl in pink, and sat down.
"I'm not Xiaowa," the girl introduced herself familiarly, "Grandma Fu, I'm Xinxin, beloved heart."
"Xinxin, what a nice name." Yong Yang looked at this cute doll lovingly, smiling until the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were squeezed together.
"Of course, this is the name my father gave me!"
"..."
The old and the young just chatted with each other, and they seemed to be quite hit-together, but the corners of Mr. Li's eyes twitched. With his silly daughter's familiar personality, he was really afraid that there would be something wrong with him. One day he was abducted by someone. When I go back today, I must ask the family to discipline her well!
"Clang, clang, clang!"
A loud sound of gongs and drums came from the direction of the stage, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.
The time has come.
With a burst of melodious and cheerful music, two actors with heavy makeup appeared on the stage one by one, and the play began.
The guests around became quiet, and they all looked at the same direction with burning eyes - the stage in front, and only Yong Yang, from time to time, looked at Mr. Li beside him while drinking tea.
He has a handsome face, fair skin like jade, and a medium build. His figure looks a little thin, like an ordinary Jiangnan scholar.
At this moment, he was concentrating on watching the performance on the stage, his dark eyes were shining brightly.
And Xinxin beside him also had the same expression and eyes as him, and occasionally picked up the teacup to take a sip of tea, and put it back carefully without making any abnormal noise.
This female doll has a lively personality, but she is not impetuous. It seems that she has learned the usual rules well. Thinking about it, Yong Yang couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
In a short while, there was a wave of climax on the stage, the guests all around applauded, and there was a lot of noise in the theater building.
The first fold came to an abrupt end at the climax, and several actors on the stage retreated one by one, and suddenly fell into the cold.
You have to rest for a cup of tea in the middle before starting the second fold.
The guests around were still not finished, they whispered to each other about the play just now, and when they talked about the excitement, all of them were excited, and for a while, the theater building was even more lively than when they were singing just now.
"Grandma Fu, don't you like this play?" Suddenly, Xinxin asked Yong Yang seriously.
Yong Yang was stunned, and saw the girl staring at him unblinkingly with big black grape-like eyes, her small cherry mouth was shriveled, as if showing a little grievance.
At this moment, Yong Yang couldn't help overlapping the cute little round face in front of him with another face in his memory, his mood was turbulent, and his mind was in a trance.
Really like it!
Yong Yang let out a sound of Taxi from the bottom of his heart, and soon came back to his senses.
Looking at the female doll, Yong Yang couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, his hands were a little itchy, and he really wanted to rub the top of the female doll's black and soft hair.
She was just looking at the big and the small, and didn't listen to what was sung in the play at all, so she could only say vaguely: "I like martial arts better than literary ones."
"Grandma Fu, I also like martial arts, especially "The Monkey King Havoc in Heaven"!" Xinxin said enthusiastically, "But, Granny Fu, literary dramas are also very interesting! Like today's "Furong Pavilion", but our Su The play written by the most powerful Layman Zhusheng in the city was just the first break, and it will be more exciting later... "
Seeing his daughter Mrs. Wang selling melons and boasting non-stop, Mr. Li smiled embarrassedly at Yong Yang, and said: "Mrs. Fu, my little girl is always noisy, which really disturbs your cleanliness." While speaking, he directly Covering her daughter's small mouth, she could only hear the girl making a pitiful babbling sound, and could no longer speak.
Yong Yang smiled slightly, with a deep smile in his eyes, and said: "Mr. Li is very polite, and his heart is very cute, very similar to my granddaughter."
"Grandma Fu, how old is your granddaughter?" Xinxin managed to remove the hand covering her mouth, and couldn't help interjecting.
"She is going to be a mother this year..."
"Isn't that very big?"
"..."
Between these old and small words, there was another sharp sound of gongs and drums, and the second play began to be sung amidst the music...
Weeping like crying on the stage, thundering applause from the audience, and applause erupted from time to time in the theater building, the roof was almost torn off, and waves came one after another... After the play was over, it was almost time to mark the time .
The sky outside became gloomy at some point, and it began to rain lightly in the sky. The rain was dripping and dripping, and a white mist was covering the houses, streets, small bridges, and alleys. There were no pedestrians on the road. .
"It's raining… "
Under the eaves of the theatrical building, the girl stared at the fine rain curtain, and said with some annoyance.
Mr. Li bowed his head and blinked at his daughter, deliberately imitating his daughter's tone and said distressedly: "Then we can't go home?"
"Mr. Li, Xinxin," Yong Yang followed the two out of the gate of the theater building, and suggested with a smile, "Meeting is fate, how about letting my carriage take you two home?"
During the words, a green-covered carriage drove slowly in front of Yong Yang, and the driver was a capable middle-aged woman, who looked at them with extraordinary eyes, and subconsciously exerted a slight force on her right hand holding the whip.
Xinxin stretched out a chubby little hand to hold Mr. Li's robe, looked up at him with questioning eyes, as if asking, is it okay
"Xiaoyun! Xinxin!"
At this moment, a clear male voice came from not far behind, the voice was gentle and clear, especially clear in the sound of the pattering rain.
Hearing this, Yong Yang's body trembled, as if he had been frozen for a moment, unable to move for a while.
"Daddy!" Xin Xin followed the sound and waved her hands vigorously behind Yong Yang excitedly.
Yong Yang took a deep breath, turned around slowly, and looked over.
Beside a carriage two or three feet away, a young man in a willow-colored robe was walking towards this side with a gray tung oil umbrella.
The young man was tall and straight, he was half a head taller than the other people around him, and he stood out in this Jiangnan water town.
Under the shadow of the tung oil umbrella, there was a gentle smile on his handsome face, the whole person looked strange yet somewhat familiar...
Yong Yang stared at him blankly, a faint mist could not help appearing in front of his eyes.
This is Li Jia!
She had heard Ying Twelve describe Li Jia in detail, and had seen several portraits specially prepared by Ying Twelve, but when she really saw Li Jia, she still had a dreamlike feeling in her heart.
Li Jia looked a little like Ah He in their family, with a similar body shape and similar eyes... They all said that his nephew looked like an uncle, but it should be said that he resembled Ah He's father...
While thinking, Li Jia, who was holding a big umbrella, came closer, the rain fell down the umbrella surface, and the "tick, tick, tick" sound echoed in Yong Yang's ears, the sound seemed to be amplified many times.
Yong Yang took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
She didn't expect to meet Li Jia, her grandson, here today!
Thinking, Yong Yang's eyes are deep and complicated.
In the past half a year, Ying Twelve has almost thoroughly investigated the three generations of the Li family's ancestors, and investigated the Li family's affairs in every detail.
The Li family is very good, whether it is Master Li, Mrs. Li, or Li Jia's wife Li Yun, it may be his greatest happiness for Li Jia, who has been ill-fated since he was a child, to meet this family!
In mid-September, after the situation in the court was generally stabilized, Yong Yang brought two personal soldiers all the way from the capital to Jiangnan. Three days ago, she arrived in Sucheng by boat, but she didn't go to see Li Jia for a long time.
Maybe it's because of the closeness to the hometown, maybe it's because she doesn't want to disturb his life, or maybe, even if she meets Li Jia, they are just strangers, so what can she say...
Yong Yang knew that Li Jia's wife, Li Yun, liked to watch theater the most, and every now and then she would disguise herself as a man and bring her daughter to Fuqu Garden to watch the theater, so Yong Yang also came, she had come here once the day before yesterday, watching from a distance on the second floor Look at Li Yun and Xinxin; today is the second time, unexpectedly because the theater is overcrowded, Xiaoer actually dragged her over to share a table with the mother and daughter.
Xinxin is very lively. Although Li Yun didn't say a few words, it can be seen from the relationship between their mother and daughter that this family is very happy. Only a happy family can raise a child like Xinxin.
"Daddy!" Xinxin jumped at Li Jia excitedly, holding her father's left hand and said, "Are you here to pick me up and mother?"
Li Yun didn't have time to stop her, and was told by her daughter that she was a daughter, and looked at Yong Yang with some embarrassment, but found that Yong Yang's face was normal, and he didn't seem to care at all.
Li Jia looked at Yong Yang suspiciously following his wife's gaze, and asked, "Xiaoyun, this is..."
Li Yun cleared his throat in embarrassment, and told all the things about the two of them accidentally sharing the table with Mrs. Fu to watch a show, and because of the rain, the other party proposed to send them home.
Li Jia looked at Yong Yang calmly, smiled slightly, and nodded to Yong Yang alienatedly: "Mrs. Fu, thank you for your kindness."
Yong Yang was still looking at Li Jia, as if she wanted to engrave his appearance deeply in her heart, her lips moved, and she slowly said: "It's just a matter of raising your hands."
"Xiaoyun, Xinxin, let's go home."
While Li Jia picked up his daughter, he called his wife to come under the umbrella. He carefully carried his daughter into the carriage first, then helped his wife into the carriage.
In just a few breaths, his back and sleeves were soaked by the rain, but he didn't seem to care...
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