Little Niang[Transmigration Book]

After waiting for half a day in Song Yanming's main courtyard, Song Wenyan returned to his residence after having lunch.

He has good concentration, although he was thinking about going to Rongyu's place, he went back to the study to review his homework and practiced some copybooks. Get on your own boy:

"Changbai, let's go, let's go to Xiyuan."

Changbai helped him put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, a little curious: "What are you going to Xiyuan for?"

Song Wenyan was a little mysterious: "Today I will take you to meet a fairy-like figure."

Changbai smiled: "This is amazing, why have I never heard of anyone living in Xiyuan?"

"You'll find out later!"

Changbai followed Song Wenyan to study in Guozi since he was a child, and he seldom stayed in the Houfu. When he came to Pingyang Houfu, his subordinates were very strict, and the servants didn't talk too much, let alone like Changbai. Children gossip, and the last time Rong Yu came, it happened that Changbai's mother passed away, and she went back to her hometown in Qingzhou to attend the funeral for more than ten days, so she had never heard of the big name in Xiyuan at all.

He was originally a child by nature, although he was a year older than Song Wenyan, but his temperament was more out of character. Now seeing the young master's rarely excited appearance, he was also yearning for him:

"Young master said so, this is really going to see and see."

Song Wenyan pursed his lips and smiled, asked Changbai to change him into a smock, wiped his hands and face with a hot towel, and then took Changbai to Xiyuan.

***

The sunset dyed the sky red, Xiyuan's ear door was tightly closed, and there were four guards on both sides of the door strictly guarding it.

Rong Yu sat on the soft bed, grinned and bent her right knee, raised her hem, and rolled up her trousers, revealing a section of slender and fair legs, but there was a hideous bruise on her knees, which set off the white jade-like skin that healed. The hair looked startling.

Rong Yu couldn't help gasping, the body of this tofu was too hard to fall, after such a bump, it was only a bright red patch in the morning, but it turned into such a large bruise after taking a nap.

Stretching out his fingers to lightly touch the bruise, a sharp pain hit his heart, and Rong Yu couldn't help frowning.

Damn it, Song Yanming, that bastard!

While scolding, he twisted a piece of hot handkerchief, gently applied it to the bruise and rubbed it slowly, and scolded Song Yanming more than ten times in his heart.

Could it be that he really wants to stay in this small courtyard for the rest of his life? !

Rong Yu gritted her teeth thinking.

After changing the hot handkerchief a few times, I heard noises coming from outside. Apart from Ah Liang, only the cleaning maids would come here, and the servants usually come here in the early morning—could it be that Ah Liang gave him a gift? Is the meal here?

Rong Yu threw the handkerchief into the copper basin, put down his trousers, jumped down from the slump, and saw Song Wenyan coming in from the outside.

Can't help but be taken aback: "Why are you here?"

Song Wenyan smiled and said, "The Imperial College is closed today, so I came over to have a seat."

He pointed to the outside: "Why are there so many soldiers guarding Yuanmen?"

It's fine not to say anything, but after talking about Rong Yu, he was full of anger, and was about to make a sour sarcasm, when he saw Song Wenyan looking at him innocently, his pupils were pitch-black and bright, full of sincerity, without even the slightest bit of evil.

Rong Yu let out a sigh, this was a quarrel between him and Song Yanming, it had nothing to do with this child, besides, Song Yanming is Song Yanming, Song Wenyan is Song Wenyan, it is nothing to drag anger on a child.

He coughed softly at the moment: "Hey, who knows?"

Song Wenyan hadn't seen Rong Yu for a long time, and seeing him look like the fairy in his memory, he felt a little closer to him, and said sincerely, "Brother Rong, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Such soft words coming out of that little old master's mouth naturally made people feel happy, Rong Yu couldn't help being happy, and pinched his face: "You really have a conscience, and you even came here to see me."

Only then did he see Song Wenyan followed by a child of similar age dressed as a servant, who looked at him blankly, with his mouth half open, and saw Rong Yu looking at him, and quickly lowered his head, his face slowing down. Slow steamed red.

Song Wenyan introduced: "This is my servant, Changbai."

"Changbai, come here and meet Mr. Rong."

Changbai came back to his senses, his face flushed even more: "Hello, young master."

"You are good too, kid."

Rong Yu smiled clearly, only stretched her waist, sat down, and half leaned on the imperial concubine's couch, with a stretched posture:

"It's a pity that there is nothing interesting in my yard. When you come here, you can only stare in this yard."

After speaking, he suddenly became interested and sat up again:

"By the way, what do you usually play?"

"Naturally, it's tracing famous artists, imperial horse archery..."

Rong Yu immediately interrupted the little old master, "I'll go, I'm talking about playing, what do you mean playing?"

He raised his eyebrows, and searched for some things that ancient children could play in his mind: "Could it be that you don't play with riding bamboo horses, playing tops, and whipping spring cattle?"

"Time is rushing, how can we play the old days."

Song Wenyan answered with a righteous face.

Rong Yu simply didn't roll her eyes at him on the spot, she was a child, how could she be so pedantic, and flicked his forehead immediately:

"Brother! You came to my yard today to take you to waste time!"

Rong Yu has been so idle these days that she is going crazy, so she won't let people go when she sees them.

A few days ago, he asked A Liang to bring some thick oiled paper and cut them into 54 cards, and made a deck of cards. He played for his own amusement, almost like an old urchin fighting with each other.

He originally wanted Ah Liang, who brought the food box, to stay and play cards with him, but Ah Liang was exhausted and had to take care of chores in the backyard, go home to take care of his mother, and steam cakes at night. Carrying the burden to sell, one day is not enough.

How can Rong Yu have the heart to let him accompany her to pass the time, seeing these two children now is naturally like a cat smelling fishy.

Seeing Rong Yu's shining eyes, Song Wenyan felt a bad premonition of being targeted by prey.

Seeing that the thief Rongyu was rubbing his hands together, he stretched out his hands and wrapped the two children under his left and right armpits:

"You have to listen to me when you're here, go! Brother, I'll show you something fun!"

Song Wenyan was already used to Rong Yu's carefree appearance, but Chang Bai followed Song Wenyan since he was a child, and everything he saw and heard was a man of etiquette. He had never seen someone like Rong Yu before, and he really didn't have any rules. However, this "Mr. Rong" is calm and not frivolous at all.

Just as his whole body was stiff, the beauty had already let go of him, opened the closet straight away, leaned half her body in, rummaged through it, and took out a wooden box.eyes light up,

"That's it!"

He pulled out a carpet from the inner room, placed it in the hall, and placed a square rug on it, then sat cross-legged on the ground, and greeted Song Wenyan and Changbai,

"Come, come, I will teach you how to fight a landlord."

He spread out the deck of cards in his hand. Considering the limitations of this era, the Arabic numerals on the cards have been replaced with Chinese characters, and he happily explained the rules.

After almost a stick of incense, Song Wenyan and Changbai were already eager to try.

Especially Song Wenyan, when he first sat down, he was still a little bit repelled, but after Rong Yu's detailed explanation, he found it very novel, and couldn't help saying: "Why have you never heard of this before?"

"Hey, how come you have heard of it, little old master."

"and many more!"

Changbai is still ignorant: "Are the two 'ghosts' the biggest?"

"Yes!" Rong Yu shuffled the cards enthusiastically and separated the two piles, "Okay, don't worry, let's play three hands first, and we'll know after a little practice!"

Immediately directed everyone to draw cards.

Rong Yu won these three games every time. Although Song Wenyan and Chang Bai lost, but in the process of playing, they gradually became familiar with the rules of the game and realized the fun of fighting the landlord.

After playing for more than a dozen times with great interest, Song Wenyan and Changbai have become more and more proficient, and they actually win more and lose less. On the contrary, Rong Yu, who teaches, loses every time. Rong Yu looks depressed: " Stop playing, stop playing!"

Changbai was already familiar with him, and he was getting interested in playing, so naturally he refused to let it go, and was anxious now:

"No, I've only played so many times, how can I not play."

"I always lose every time, so there's no interest in it," Rong Yu seemed annoyed, and then slapped the table with both hands, "Hmph! No, I'm not convinced! I don't believe I can't win!"

Immediately, as if he had thought of something, his dark and bright eyeballs rolled:

"Hey, do you want to play something big?"

Before the two of them could answer, Rong Yu had already run into the inner bedroom and brought out a inkstone and another brush.

"Whoever loses has to draw a stroke on his face. If you are willing to bet, admit defeat, and you are not allowed to deny it!"

"This..." Song Wenyan hesitated.

Changbai already smiled proudly: "Why not, it's just..."

He looked at Rong Yu's white jade-like face, and thought: I'm just afraid that your pretty face will be ruined for nothing.

Thinking of writing on this face later, Changbai felt a little overwhelmed.

Rong Yu looked terrified, but insisted: "Don't be complacent, see if I don't paint your face later!"

Changbai smiled immediately: "Come on!"

Song Wenyan looked at Rong Yu, feeling uneasy for some reason in his heart, hesitating, seeing that Changbai had already shuffled the cards, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

Rong Yu bit her lip, with a cautious and fearful expression on her face: "Both of you, give brother a little bit..."

After an hour,

Song Wenyan's two eyes had already been painted twice, and three cat whiskers were painted on each cheek, but Changbai was even worse, with almost no room to write on his face. I couldn't help laughing wildly: "Hahaha,"

The two of them knew that they had been duped, Song Wenyan could hold his breath, but Chang Bai was impatient, and said angrily on the spot: "You lied to me, it was clear that you lost on purpose the few times before."

Rong Yu wiped away her tears, with an innocent look on her face: "No way, kid, don't slander me..."

Couldn't help laughing out loud again.

Chang Bai was so angry that he looked in the bronze mirror, and saw a face that was already as black as a carbon head, only the whites of the eyes and teeth were white, it was no different from the Dashiguo people he had seen at the temple fair.

He burst into tears on the spot, tears washed the ink stains on his face, and when he slid to the ground, it was also black. Changbai cried even more sadly when he saw it.

Seeing that it was not good, Rong Yu quickly suppressed her laughter, and ran over to pat him on the back: "Okay, okay, don't cry, next time I play, I will let you, okay?"

"fraud!"

Looking at that face like a spring flower, Chang Bai understood what it means to have a face like a peach blossom and a heart like a cunning fox.

After some reassurance, Rong Yu brought them both water to wash their faces.

After pouring two pots of black water, Rong Yu's heart skipped a beat, the dish was spoiled, the skin of the two children was inked, and there were some faint gray marks that couldn't be washed off no matter how they were washed.

Looking at a cat, a crybaby that has turned black several degrees, Rong Yu couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

The author has something to say: Rong Yu: Hey, don't let the parents find out that he is bullying their children...

感谢在2019-12-0200:30:01~2019-12-0300:16:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: ferry Lin Yongdu 2;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 398680571 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!