"Brother, what do you mean, how could Shangyuan Street bring my son here?"
Yunyan replied: "..."
Xiao Bayi slapped the boy on the forehead, "What nonsense are you talking about, my master has already arrived? This is my master's little brother, I have to be called uncle!"
"It turned out to be Mr. Zhang's brother, I'm rude." The little servant covered his head, smiled embarrassingly, and moved his body away.
Xiao Ba glared at him, becoming more and more careful, bending over to hold Yun Yanhui's hand, "Uncle, pay attention to the threshold, you can look across."
That look as if Yun Yan was about to hug him if he couldn't get past him, made Yun Yan look back and felt really heartbroken.
The threshold in ancient times was really high. Yunyan stepped over with short legs, feeling like she was wearing Cixi's body.
Although it was a brothel, the interior was the same as that of an ordinary large family, and there were no prostitutes. The women walked everywhere, only the faint sound of silk and bamboo music came to my ears.
Commerce in the Song Dynasty was extremely developed, and the industry was also prosperous. There are official prostitutes in the Jiaofang Division, and they are certified by the government. The dignitaries kept prostitutes in their homes, entertaining guests, or entertaining themselves. City prostitutes are the most numerous, and they were sold to prostitutes for training since childhood. There is also a private prostitute, that is, pick up customers at home.
Most of the first three have high cultural accomplishment or skills, and they are by no means specialized. Officials are not allowed to stay overnight. More often, they participate in the social interaction of mainstream people, including participating in various official , Unofficial theatrical performances.
Accompanying wine is a common activity. Many restaurants have cooperative relations with prostitutes and ask them to help sell wine. Any restaurant with gardenia lamps hanging in front of the door means that there are prostitutes in it.
This gardenia lamp is a red lamp with a slightly longer shape. When Yun Yanhui first learned about it, he was thinking, this is the legendary "red light district"...
As the most prosperous area in Bianliang, Daxiangguo Temple is surrounded by brothels. Yun Yanhui is no stranger to the scenes of prostitutes wearing heavy makeup and waiting for the call of drinkers.
However, if you want to talk about contacts, there is no contact at all, and the unspoken rules are not known at all.
It has been several years since Yun Yanhui was "running" in the market. All the traders and artists said a few words. Only people in this industry, he has no friendship at all, but if they want to mix in Bianliang, they are actually very good. important.
But in fact, after reaching a certain age, people around you will not be taboo, and will gradually recognize this group.
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Xiao Bashu familiarly led Yun Yan back to a room and knocked on the door.
After a while, someone inside opened the door. It was Xiaoba's apprentice brother, who greeted Yunyan and greeted him.
Zhang Shanren was already seated, and a beautiful woman in her thirties sat next to her. Seeing Yun Yan returning, she stood up and saluted, "Lang Jun, your concubine is polite."
Yun Yanhui hurriedly avoided and returned a salute, "Sister is polite."
The woman pursed her lips and smiled. She was obviously very happy with Yun Yanhui's name. Shi Shiran walked to the door and called two little girls to serve new tea.
Yun Yan sat back next to Zhang Shanren, and as soon as she got into the chair, she unconsciously raised her head and looked at Zhang Shanren. They all realized that the chairs here are a little short and the table is a little taller, which makes Yun Yan, who is not tall, very embarrassed to come back here.
No one else dared to laugh, only Zhang Shanren laughed twice and took a mat to play with Yun Yan under him, finally feeling better.
Yun Yan sighed in relief, "Don't you ever accept dwarf guests here?"
Zhang Shanren was stunned for a moment, then nodded solemnly, and said to the woman: "Humanai, did you hear me? I said that you are not comprehensive here, and you always boast."
The woman nodded gloomily, "Sir is right, I have to book a few high chairs tomorrow."
When all the tea and fruits came up, Zhang Shanren screened his disciples and introduced them to Yun Yanhui. This woman is the bustard here. She used to be a famous singer in Bianliang. Later, she changed her job and was called Zhou Renai. Now her daughters are also very outstanding, and they are famous in the industry.
"Today, it's actually borrowing flowers to offer Buddha. Brother, you want to invite me to a drink, but this lady Zhou wants to invite you to drink." Zhang Shanren said, "I will be a middle-aged person and ask you to eat together."
Yun Yanhui was a little surprised. He was still thinking about getting on this line in a few years. Why would someone want to invite him to a drink
"I think Xiao Langjun is more suitable for tea now," Zhou Renai gave Yun Yan tea in person, "Actually, it is like this... I have several daughters, who have studied poetry and prose since childhood, and two of them even more. They are all talented and beautiful, and they are my sisters and I rely on for the rest of my life."
Said to be a daughter, in fact, she is a prostitute under her hand. She bought it back from childhood to match her mother and daughter, and taught her skills.
As soon as Zhou Renai opened her mouth, Yun Yan had a general understanding in her heart, took a sip of tea, and motioned her to continue.
Zhou Renai said sadly: "Because I learned small singing with me, there are also Washes invited to perform on weekdays. A few days ago, the monks of the Daxiangguo Temple were popular in Bianliang, and their little sisters went to listen to a few performances and came back. It's so murky…”
Yun Yanhui hurriedly said solemnly, "Sister, although I am not in Buddhism, I have been taught by the Zen master for a long time, and I also know that it is a good thing for prostitutes to be good, and I can't dissuade you."
This week, Renai also said that she will rely on her for the rest of her life, and that her daughter was confused after listening to the vulgar story. After thinking about it, there was indeed a Zen master drinking prostitutes in the vulgar stories. Whether this is from the good or escape into the empty door, it is to break away from the prostitute. Isn't it evil to stop others
Zhang Shanren touched his chin, "Listen to her."
Yun Yanhui looked at Zhou Renai in amazement.
Zhou Renai paused for a moment with a sad expression, and then said quietly: "Xiao Langjun, you think too much... If it's true that my daughter wants to be good, it's my wishful thinking, how could your old brother come to you for me? The daughter of our family is not to be good, but to marry."
"… Is there any difference?" Yun Yan returned with a confused look.
Zhou Renai: "It's just because the person they want to marry isn't someone else, it's your old master, Master Luran!"
Yun Yan replied: "Pfft!!"
Yunyan took a sip of tea and spit it out.
Zhou Renai wiped his mouth with his fragrant towel, and said while wiping slowly, "I'll say it slowly and in detail, I don't know if I still scare you."
Wouldn't that be scary? ! In my two lifetimes, I have never heard of someone who wants to be the wife of an old monk!
Yun Yanhui looked at Zhang Shanren in shock, "You already knew that?"
Zhang Shanren nodded reservedly, "Beside your master, you are the only one who can reliably talk about this matter. You can't tell your master directly, right?"
With a clear temper, he must have left the table angrily when he heard the words just now...
Yun Yan returned with a confused expression: "She, they, why is this!"
Zhou Renai sighed, "I have read a few Buddhist scriptures and listened to a few stories, and I feel that I am a close friend of Zen Master. I want to redeem myself and give him the outer room, serve a husband together, and serve him until he grows old."
Yun Yan's face turned blue and white for a while, and finally she said, "...I have ideals."
"I'm not asking you to praise. Mr. Zhang said that you have a solution. My sister doesn't dare to watch her daughters die because of missing an old mage. Xiao Langjun, save your nephews and daughters." Zhou Renai Emotionally and authentically.
When Yun Yanhui heard the "nephews and daughters", her hair almost stood on end, "Well, in a few days, you can take them to Zhujiaqiao Wazi to listen to the scriptures, and maybe you will have a solution."
Zhou Renai was very happy for a while, "Then I will thank Xiaolang Jun first."
"...No need." Yun Yan twitched the corner of her mouth back, feeling in her heart, what is this Nima called! This is simply his most bizarre experience. He was brought to a brothel when his body was less than ten years old. The old lady actually complained to him that the oiran lady here didn't think about the old monk's tea...
It was really a sin. In the end, it was caused by the words that Yun Yan wrote back and copied, and it was up to him to solve it.
Zhou Renai knew from Zhang Shanren that Yun Yanhui could take care of things. As long as he agreed, the matter would be half done, and he was very happy, so he invited two proud daughters to sing along with the wine.
Oh, no, because Zhou Niangzi felt that Yun Xiaolangjun had not been weaned for a few years, so she should be called to accompany the milk - didn't she ask someone to buy a soufflé milk tea.
Zhou Renai’s daughter sat next to Yun Yanhui, entrusted by her mother, determined to do this errand well for the happiness of her sisters, so she took out a delicate puppet with the size of a slap from her bag, and said respectfully: " Uncle, let's play this with you."
The other one also picked up a soufflé and twisted a piece: "Uncle, ah—"
Yunyan replied: "..."
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Yun Yanhui spent a "pleasant" night with the ladies and sisters in the brothel, taking advantage of words - think about it, a group of beautiful girls call you uncle.
At that time, Yun Yanhui felt that he and Zhang Shanren had made a mistake in arguing about their peers. It seemed that his generation would not be able to get down, and it would never gradually improve, and there would only be more and more juniors!
Seeing that it was almost time for Hai, Yun Yanhui and Zhang Shanren were also full of food and drink, so they settled the bill. Because today is Zhou Renai asking for something, I made a huge discount.
Zhang Shanren ordered two disciples and explained that Yunyan should be sent home.
The two said their goodbyes, and Yun Yan returned and led Zhang Shanren's two disciples back.
One of them said, "Uncle, is there anyone in your room to accompany the wine? We were outside, but we listened to the first line singing while we ate wine."
The head of the line was a name for a famous prostitute, and another disciple said, "You dare to talk nonsense in front of your uncle. Be careful when you go back to the master and smear your mouth with cow dung."
The man embarrassed: "I just want to chat..."
Yun Yan was speechless. What kind of prostitute are you talking about with a child? If I really tell you, there are two beautiful young ladies who want to play puppets with me, so why don't you make you crazy
Yun Yanhui was determined not to let them know what happened in the room.
The three soon walked to the vicinity of Daxiangguo Temple and walked back along the Bian River.
The goods from the south to the north are all transported from the Bian River. At this time, there are still lights on the river at night.
Yun Yanhui suddenly saw a light boat floating down from the upstream. The boat seemed to be empty. When it came to the front, it was stopped at the stern by a parked cargo ship. The whole boat came sideways. .
The speed of the boat was so fast, it was obvious that there was no cargo on the boat, Yun Yan looked back at the probe, but saw that there seemed to be a person lying on the boat.
"Hey, is there a person on here?"
Zhang Shanren's two disciples also looked over, "It seems so..."
"Hey, Xiongtai, what are you doing?"
But the people on the boat didn't respond.
Yunyan went back to the stall next to him and borrowed a lantern. He turned on the lantern and saw that he was still an "acquaintance". He was dragging Zheng Ling, whom Zhao Yunchu was inquiring about, lying unconscious on the boat, his forehead was still bleeding, and there was no response. It turned out not to be asleep, but in a coma.
Yun Yan was shocked and said quickly, "I know this person, can I get him up?"
Since the younger uncle asked, the two disciples naturally obeyed, jumped over and jumped into the river, supported the boat, and dragged the half-aged boy out.
Yun Yan grabbed Zheng Ling's hand and dragged him to the shore.
The two disciples climbed up again, all dressed in **, "This little Langjun doesn't seem to be in a good condition, so let's hurry up and send it to the doctor."
"Excuse me again, take him to Master Lan." Yun Yan realized that Zheng Ling and Zheng Ping were most likely related by blood. Although he was a bear boy, he was still a little nervous when he saw his pale face.
The two lifted Zheng Ling up and asked Yun Yan to lead the way back and send them to Lingran.
Knowing that he was having an evening class, he suddenly heard that his disciple brought an injured person, and quickly put down the wooden fish and walked out, "Put the person on the bed."
Knowing Zheng Ling's breath, he touched him again, and said, "The beating is so far, wait for me to stop the bleeding first."
Yun Yan didn't say anything bad when she saw it, she breathed a sigh of relief, and first asked Hui Chong to borrow two robes for Zhang Shanren's disciples who were covered in water, and thanked them again and again.
On the other side, while dealing with Zheng Ling's injury, he looked at Zheng Ling's face, and then peeked at Yun Yanhui's face, and found that Yun Yanhui didn't have the slightest expression of anxiety, didn't he think about this young man at all? 's appearance
Yun Yanhui thought to himself, this Zheng Ling knows how to cause troubles and fights all day long, how can he and my mother be in the same family? It's so weird.
And speaking of Zheng Ping, because Yun Yan hurriedly brought two people to carry an injured person over, he was seen on the road and went to notify Zheng Ping early, so Zheng Ping also hurried over not long ago.
Yun Yanhui heard Zheng Ping's voice and ran out, "Mother."
"Are you all right? I didn't go to dinner with Mr. Zhang today, so why did you bring someone back?" Because Yun Yanhui had been implicated in a fight before, Zheng Ping was always afraid that he would be involved in violent incidents.
"I saw someone injured on the road, so I became a good man and brought him back." Yun Yan replied.
Zheng Ping breathed a sigh of relief, "You are a good boy."
Yun Yanhui hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth, "Mother, the one who was rescued happened to be one of the Yanei who got into a fight a few days ago. I said, the one who looks a bit like me."
He also didn't know what attitude Zheng Ping would have towards Zheng Ling, or whether he would say it and let Zheng Ping choose.
Zheng Ping was stunned for a moment, then turned her eyes to the room, looking like she really wanted to go in, but she didn't know what she was thinking about, so she stopped moving forward.
Yun Yan took her hand back and came in, "Look, he really looks like me."
Zheng Ping involuntarily followed Yun Yan back and came to the bed. The boy's forehead had already been put on the medicine bag, and his face was a little pale. At first glance, the outline was not exactly similar to Yan Ge'er.
To be more precise, it was similar to someone in Zheng Ping's memory. After all, Brother Yan was partly like his father.
"He..." Zheng Ping just said a word unconsciously, but her voice woke her up. She hurriedly restrained her expression, and concealed her voice, "If there are such coincidences in the world, there are indeed some similarities."
Knowing came in with the medicine, seeing Zheng Ping, he said, "Ms. Zheng came just in time, can you help feed this child some medicine?"
Zheng Ping bowed and took the medicine, "Come on, concubine."
Yun Yanhui helped her hold Zheng Ling's head up, and fed the medicine spoon by spoon into his mouth, but fortunately he knew how to swallow it.
Knowing next to him, "The rest is to see if he will have a fever tonight."
"Then the mage should have a good rest. The concubine can take care of the child tonight." Even if it had nothing to do with this young man, Zheng Ping couldn't let an old man stay vigil at night.
Clearly reciting the Buddha, but not being polite to Zheng Ping, "Then it will be hard work for Mrs. Zheng."
Yun Yanhui watched Zheng Ping's busyness with cold eyes, and came to a conclusion in her heart.
As soon as Zheng Ping looked back, she happened to see Yun Yan's indifferent expression, her heart skipped a beat, and she reassured herself that Brother Yan should not understand, she said with a little guilty conscience: "Brother Yan, you did a good job, you saved a man. People. Mother is here to take care of this little brother tonight, you go back to take Xiaobao and Shuangyi, and tell them to go to bed earlier, okay?"
Yun Yan nodded obediently in return, "Okay, mother, don't worry."
If you care, you will be confused. Don't talk about him. I'm afraid you can see it, but you still don't make a sound. Otherwise, you must tell Zheng Ping to go back and let his disciples come to watch the night. How can you call Zheng Ping, who has no relatives and no reason, to work hard. .
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Yun Yan hadn't been idle all night, but now she slowly walked back to her house and saw Shuang Yi and Xiao Bao sitting in the hall, holding their cheeks and waiting for him and Zheng Ping to come back.
"Brother Yan, you're back, where's your mother?" Shuang Yi jumped off Hu's bed and looked behind Yun Yan.
"It's not that you brought a wounded person back, who is it, brother, you beat someone?"
"It's just your brother and my little arms and legs, who can bring someone to the emergency room?" Yun Yan rubbed her neck, "It was the Yanei last time, who looked a bit like me. Kindly brought it back. Mother is helping Master Ran, I will come back and tell you, you should go to bed first."
Yun Yanhui said the situation with some reservations, took out the majesty of the elder brother, and asked them to wash and sleep.
Shuang Yi was older, and although she sensed something was wrong, she still didn't say anything with the expression on Yun Yanhui's face, and obeyed obediently. Xiaobao believed it, and thought that Zheng Ping was just staying there temporarily to help out. He was already sleepy and rubbed his eyes, "Well... I've been washing up a long time ago and I'm waiting for you."
Little Treasure stretched out his hand, and Yun Yanhui put his hands under his arm, raised them again, and carried them into the room.
The next morning, Yun Yanhui woke up earlier than usual, stayed in bed for a second, then sat up. Seeing that Xiaobao and Shuangyi didn't get up, she tiptoed to make three breakfasts, and took it to Lingran. .
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In one night, Zheng Ling also woke up in a daze twice, only vaguely aware that a gentle hand was touching his forehead, but he couldn't open his eyes to see the other's face clearly.
A few rays of sunlight fell on Zheng Ling. He opened his eyes and felt that his strength had recovered a lot, and his head was no longer so dizzy. When he looked to the side, it was a woman who was lying on the edge of the bed and fell asleep.
Although he didn't see the face, it gave him a very familiar feeling. She should have been taking care of him last night.
Zheng Ling stared blankly at the back of the woman's head, and was suddenly awakened by the sound of the door opening. Looking at the door, a child came in with a basket, turned around and closed the door again.
"It's you..." Zheng Ling's eyes widened, and he pointed at the child.
Yun Yan returned to Zheng Ling, rolled her eyelids, and walked to Zheng Ping's side lightly. Seeing that she was sleeping awkwardly on the edge of the bed, she stretched out her hand and pushed it.
"Don't..." Zheng Ling wanted to say don't wake her up and let her sleep.
But it was too late, Yun Yan pushed back, Zheng Ping had already woken up suddenly, sat up, and was still a little stunned when she saw Yun Yan back, "Brother Yan?"
"Mother, eat something and go to bed. Go to bed." Yun Yanhui said very gently.
Only then did Zheng Ling see this woman's face clearly. Although he had never seen it before, it was indeed familiar, because it was similar to the child, so it turned out to be a mother and child.
For a time, Zheng Ling felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He lost his mother since he was a child, and the woman in front of him gave him the feeling that it was very much like the warmth in his mother's arms when he was a child. Not to mention that a woman is similar to a child, in fact, it is somewhat similar to himself, and in this way, it is even closer.
"Okay." Zheng Ping replied, looked at Zheng Ling again, and said softly, "When did you wake up, is there any discomfort on your body?"
Zheng Ling blushed and shook his head, "No... me, why am I here?"
"It was my son Yan Ge'er who took you to the Daxiangguo Temple and asked the monks here to treat you when he saw that you were injured." Zheng Ping seemed to know what Zheng Ling was thinking, and stopped him first. It's also your fate, it's a bit like being born without relatives and no reason, let's forget about the past, what do you think?"
Zheng Ling originally had a lot of ideas. The kid framed him and made him feel awkward afterwards, but now when the woman said it, he unconsciously agreed, "...That's good."
I thought to myself, although the woman said that they had no relatives and no reason, but there should be fate, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence that the child even saved him. When he saw this family, he was also close for no reason.
"Let's have something to eat." Zheng Ping took out Yun Yan's hot cake and gave it to Zheng Ling to eat.
If someone dared to eat such crude food for him in normal times, Zheng Ling would definitely be furious and throw everything away. But now, with a blushing face, he obediently took the cake and took a bite, feeling that it was not so difficult to enter.
Zheng Ping watched Zheng Ling eat and ate it herself, and then asked him in a slow voice, "How could you be hurt? Brother Yan found you on a small boat floating down the Bian River."
Zheng Ling mumbled a few times, and said embarrassedly, "I lost the fight with the same person."
Zheng Ping frowned slightly when she heard the word "fight", "You kid..."
Her own son, but he never fights, this child looks delicate, how can he fight with others.
For the first time, Zheng Ling felt ashamed for the fight, and explained in a hurried manner: "It's those people who pick things up first."
"Don't get excited, sit down, the wound will collapse." Zheng Ping pressed Zheng Ling.
Zheng Ling leaned back honestly and continued to eat Hu cakes, rolling his eyes, thinking that if the woman asked again, how should he wash away all his faults.
"Mother, go back quickly, Shuangyi and Xiaobao haven't woken up yet." Yun Yanhui hinted that the two children in Zheng Ping's family didn't know it yet.
Zheng Ping understood and ate the rest of the cake, "Brother Yan, you accompany this little brother, if there is something wrong, go and call Master Lianran, he has already started his morning class. "
"Okay." Yun Yan responded, watching Zheng Ping leave under Zheng Ling's reluctant gaze, not feeling amused.
As soon as Zheng Ping left, Zheng Ling put down Hu Bing and said to Yun Yan, "What's your name?"
Yun Yanhui stared at him with black and white eyes, and said nothing.
Zheng Ling reached out and squeezed his shoulder, and said with a bit of affection: "Don't be afraid, I'll tell you first, my name is Zheng Ling, Guan Erzheng, dripping water into Ling. What happened last time was just like what your mother said just now. , forget it in the past. I asked your name not to revenge you, but to take care of you. In the future, I will report my name in Bianliang... "
"Will you be beaten like you did last night?" Yun Yan interjected lukewarmly.
Zheng Ling was embarrassed for a while, "Well, that was an accident, I still won more..."
Yun Yan gave him a look of contempt.
Zheng Ling was disheartened, how could he be embarrassed to ask to cover Yunyan back again.
Yun Yanhui finished breakfast, wiped his mouth, came to find out, and asked him if Zheng Ling was okay. If he was in better health, he would go home without anyone to take care of him.
Zheng Ling hugged Yun Yanhui's waist, "I want to go back with you!"
Yun Yan nearly threw herself on the spot, "What are you doing! Let go!"
"I don't like it here, I'm going to your house to rest!" Zheng Ling held on tight.
"I didn't have a fever last night, it's fine, but it doesn't seem to be necessary to rest in bed, as long as you don't exercise too intensely. Donor, you haven't gone home overnight because of your injury. Don't you want to go back and report safety?" scene, said slowly.
"I came out of school, I'm fine, my family must think I'm in school, and my husband thinks I'm going out to play." Zheng Ling said confidently, "I don't think I'm in good health, and I still need to rest, but the conditions here are not good. OK, I'm going to his house."
"I tell you, my family is poor and the conditions are even worse. You can only sleep with chickens when you go there." Yun Yan threatened back.
Clear also agrees: "Brother Yan's house has only two rooms, and everyone is full. You can really only sleep in the chicken coop."
Zheng Ling was silent for a while, and then the tears fell down, sobbing and saying: "You know I am... yes... you still don't let me go... woo..."
Yunyan replied: "..."
He didn't even understand why this little Yanei started to cry. He wasn't so vulnerable when his head was smashed before. He just didn't let you go home with you. As for
Where did Yun Yan return to know that Zheng Ling found her sustenance because of Oedipus' heart, but isn't she very fragile
Yun Yanhui looked at it coldly, and felt that Zheng Ling was pretending. Who knew that the more Zheng Ling cried, the more sad he became. He also let go of Yun Yanhui's waist.
Yun Yanhui was stunned, "...don't cry, just take you back."
He was really afraid that if Zheng Ling cried again, he would faint.
Zheng Ling couldn't stop for a while, so he choked and said, "Well, then, let's go now."
Zheng Ling wiped his face all over, and it was the white and tender yannei again. The clothes on his body had already been changed to monks' robes, and they were bigger. The late dirty clothes are held in his arms.
Yun Yanhui led him back like this. When he reached the door of the house, he pointed at the chicken pen and said, "Go in."
Zheng Ling's eyes widened, "You really told me to sleep with chickens?"
"Or do you want to sleep with the bear?" Yun Yan pointed back at Bei Bei's territory.
"..." Zheng Ling reacted and walked towards the house with a sullen face, "How dare you play with me, if it weren't for... hum."
If someone played Zheng Ling like this in normal times, he would definitely be furious, feel embarrassed, and then take revenge. But he was played twice by Yunyan, and he was even beaten last time. Although Zheng Ling was angry, he never got angry. He didn't even notice it. Violent emotions of people.
Yun Yanhui followed slowly and opened the door.
Zheng Ping stayed all night and went to bed. Shuangyi was watching Xiaobao write. The two of them were stunned when they saw Yun Yanhui returning with Zheng Ling.
Yun Yan replied: "Don't look at it, I didn't adopt him, I was disliked by Master Mingran, so I rushed here to rest."
Zheng Ling didn't try to correct Yun Yanhui's statement. He had seen both of them. Although it was only one aspect, he was deeply impressed by the little girl. The scene of hanging Zhou Huilin was deeply imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel in his heart. Quite awe.
"Is your mother resting?" Zheng Ling rolled her eyes around the room, but she didn't look contemptuous, and lowered her voice, "Then let's not disturb her, take me to lie down."
Yun Yanhui brought him back to her room. Zheng Ling's pace was a bit wobbly after walking, Yun Yanhui helped him and let him sit on the bed.
Zheng Ling leaned against the head of the bed and saw the Kesi decorations hanging on the wall. They were Zheng Pingzhen's Yunyanhui and Xiaobao's calligraphy. .
"It's really good and thoughtful," Zheng Ling boasted, "My grandmother also took down my words."
Yun Yan ignored him and took out a needle. Zheng Ling took a look and hid in the bed.
"What are you hiding, I'm not Mammy Rong." Yun Yan glanced back at him inexplicably, threading the thread.
Zheng Ling: "Who is Mammy Rong?" He just thought it was a little scary for this child to hold a needle, as if he was going to stab someone.
However, it turned out that Zheng Ling thought too much. Yun Yanhui just helped him to twist the sleeves and trouser legs twice and simply sew a few stitches to fix it, otherwise it would be ugly and inconvenient.
Zheng Ling treated the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and even defended: "I didn't expect you to use needles, you really look like a girl."
Yun Yan's face turned dark immediately, "Are you going out?"
"I won't tell you." Zheng Ling stuck out his tongue and hugged Mrs. Zhu on the bed.
Neither of them noticed that the atmosphere was very harmonious and natural.
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At noon, Zheng Ping got up, and when she saw Zheng Ling at home, she was obviously surprised and a little overwhelmed. Thinking that Zheng Ling was young, he quickly called Shang Yunyan back to make ghee bubble snails for him to eat.
Zheng Ling was also embarrassed to pull Zheng Ping into a coquettish manner, not treating herself as a guest at all.
Zheng Ping's mother and son made lunch and butter snails. Zheng Ling almost ate butter snails. He also said that he had never eaten it and liked the taste. Zheng Ping looked at him with a smile.
Then, Zheng Ping was concerned about Zheng Ling's other situation, but deliberately avoided his family situation. Even if Zheng Ling took the initiative to mention it and wanted to explore the relationship between them, Zheng Ping always mentioned it. If it was repeated, Zheng Ling knew it.
After knowing that Zheng Ling actually truanted out of school, Zheng Ping's face was not very good-looking, "How can you play truant?"
Zheng Ling: "I don't want to go to class, my father is always forcing me, but I just like to play in the street..."
This is not right. Zheng Ping allowed Yun Yan not to go to school because Yun Yanhui had a clear goal and knew what he was doing, while Zheng Ling seemed to be just rebellious and playful.
"Since I'm in good health, I have to hurry back to the academy." Zheng Ping said solemnly.
In Chongwen of the Song Dynasty, there were many government-run and private-run schools. Almost all of the government-run schools were free or charged a small fee. There were also schools specially set up for the powerful and the elders were required to be officials of the seventh grade or above. The academy is private, but it is very prosperous now, and it can often be extended to contemporary Confucian scholars to teach.
All the other Zheng Lings could agree, but going to school... He was really not happy, and he didn't want to lie to Zheng Ling, so Ai Ai couldn't say a complete sentence.
"Mother, since that's the case, I'll send him back to the academy in the afternoon." Yun Yan said back to her cheeks.
Zheng Ping wanted to send it by herself, but she still considered her identity and said, "Okay, Brother Yan, you can send Xiaoling to the academy."
Zheng Ling let out an "ah" and said coquettishly, "Auntie, I still have a wound on my head."
"A little injury won't hinder the lecture." Zheng Ping said lightly.
Zheng Ling's whole face was wrinkled.
Zheng Ping comforted again: "You don't always play truancy. I can ask Yan Ge'er to go to the academy to bring you butter and snails. Tell me what other flavors you want to eat."
So Zheng Ling became cheerful again, hugged Yun Yan back, and promised, "Okay, okay!"
Yun Yanhui really can't stand it anymore, this Zheng Ling really treats him as a younger brother, "Can you sit down, do you have no bones?"
Zheng Ping went to pack some ghee bubble snails for Zheng Ling to take back to the academy to eat. When she was in the kitchen, Zheng Ling looked at Yun Yanhui with a happy face, and her painting style was different from that on the street. Tenderness is like water, "Brother Yan, I will treat you like a younger brother, don't feel uncomfortable, I really like your family."
Yun Yan glanced at him sideways.
- However, even Yun Yanhui never thought that Zheng Ling's words set a huge flag for himself.