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"Take me back to Taishan Mansion." Ayin slapped the silk on the table.

Opposite was Li Shiyi who was packing up his books. He had just flipped through a few ancient books before he met her eyes.

A Yin curled his mouth, and showed a rare look of weakness.It has been more than a month since Ah Luo returned to Taishan Mansion to deal with official business. Seeing that both Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu had returned to Shanghai, she hadn't heard from her, and she didn't even say hello.

I just went out to listen to the play today. It was about the story of the champion man seeking fame and forgetting his wife. She has that palace flower hat and that beautiful lady. How can she remember Wang Baochuan who lived in the cold kiln for eighteen years.

The sorrow in A Yin's eyes was crushed over and over again, and the chin that moved again and again was also wrapped in grievance.

Li Shishi put the inexplicable aside, and only said to her: "The living cannot enter the underworld."

Ayin blocked her words: "I've thought about it, take out my living soul, put it in your god tea order, and return in a day or two, so that it will surely hide people's eyes and ears."

There are two idioms in a row, and they have not been used incorrectly, so it can be seen that I am really in a hurry.

Before Li Shishi could respond, she bit the corner of her mouth and stabbed again: "My lord with great powers, you can bring a little ghost into Mount Tai. Is it possible that you can't do it? If you can't, this man's job is for nothing. If you can but you don’t want to, it’s useless for me to be with you, Qingmei.”

Very reasonable, Song Nineteen nodded.

Li Shiyi glanced at Song Shijiu, took out the Shentu Ling, tapped his ring finger on it, and knocked out a Tu Laoyao who looked like a lamp god.The youngest Tu was sitting cross-legged, still looking sleepy, and immediately said: "What's wrong?"

Ayin stepped forward and pushed him on the shoulder: "Squeeze."

It is March in Yangchun, when the warbler flies, the grass grows and the willows are green, the embankment produces ripples and the spring breeze, just like this beautiful flower newly added to Taishan Mansion, the waist and limbs are full of smoke, and it is a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

A Yin never thought that Taishan Mansion would look like this, even the four seasons are the same as the world, 75 Yinsi, big and small, are scattered like provincial towns, distributed along the Yellow Springs, and the misty Yellow Springs are like winding giant snakes , the snake belly wraps the central department of life and death.There are very few people in the Department of Life and Death, and the street buildings should be in the Song style. Except for a few occasional pedestrians, the rest is the lonely stall that Song Nineteen once despised.

Ah Yin entered the Department of Life and Death, as if entering Sijiu City for the first time, looking here and there, it was very fresh.Li Shishi's clothes on the side turned into a long snow-white cross-neck dress, his black hair was half parted, and his usual tall face was still paralyzed, which was a bit dignified by A Yin.

Li Shishi didn't go to his own hall, but took Ayin directly to the Futi Hall.She had been away from Taishan mansion for a long time, the original courtyard had been neglected, and now her subordinates performed their duties, she did not solve many cases, so she simply moved to Futi Hall and lived with Ah Luo.

Ah Yin finally saw Ah Luo. She had a long braid on her side, and a long black skirt wrapped around her uneven waist, and she was immersed in writing.In the underworld, she regained the faded blood color in the world, like a thousand-year-old mural refilled with cinnabar, the simplicity and beauty are perfectly balanced, and the whole body is full of dense and transparent light.

Ayin looked at her, like how she looked at it, as if she took out a priceless piece of porcelain from the mound, she held it carefully, swept away the dust of the years, and found that it was more beautiful than she imagined.

If she sees the antique she likes, she can still praise the exquisite craftsmanship of the predecessors, but when she looks at Ah Luo she likes, she doesn't know who to praise.

Ah Luo first smelled the familiar warm fragrance, his nose moved, and then he looked up.

A Yin grabbed the buttons on the side of the cheongsam, and twisted her shoulders back and forth, shyly feeling that the peony flower style was not fashionable enough.

Ah Luo laughed at her coyness, and it dissipated in an instant. Ah Luo lowered his head, tilted his pen and nodded at the empty grand master's chair opposite: "Sit."

People often say that a little farewell is better than a newlywed, but Ah Luo is always so unhurried, etiquette comes first and then love, so that Ah Yin's expectations are all helpless. There is no way to hug her neck ambiguously and affectionately, and toes Tight thoughts wrapped around her smooth calf.

Through the incense, Ah Luo was reviewing the official documents while talking to A Yin in a low voice, his voice was rustling, like young silkworms devouring the mulberry leaves in A Yin's mind.

Ayin felt that she could no longer be tempted by her not being far or near, and because of her busy schedule, she simply wanted to leave.

Ah Luo agreed, Ling Wuqian led her around, Ah Yin said "I'm going now" and was about to turn around, but was stopped by Ah Luo in a deliberate wink.Ah Luo stretched out his hand towards her, pinched her cold fingers, rubbed her fingertips back and forth three times, then let go, hooked his palm, and said warmly: "Slow down."

Ayin responded softly, and even the ending sound was very crisp.

After leaving the Futi Hall, Ah Yin came alive, scratched Ah Luo in her palm and put it on her face, she was full of joy while still wanting to speak.

She tied the silk to the buttons of the cheongsam, called the youngest Tu who was passing by, and asked him, "Is there anything wrong?"

The youngest Tu looked up at her, saw her chin raised three points, her eyes were half-closed, and she looked a little funny, so she asked her, "What's wrong?"

Seeing him idle, Ayin pulled him aside, and discussed with him in a low voice: "I ask you, where is there a pastry shop in Taishan Mansion? If the quality is better, you can prepare it for me.

I just asked Wuqian for a roster, and the first three will get two copies, and the rest will get one each. Be careful, and there must be no shortage. "

The youngest Tu looked at the roster handed over by A Yin over and over again, and blinked Mung Dou's eyes: "What are you doing?"

A Yin didn't answer, but asked him persuasively: "Look at me, now that I'm in Taishan Mansion, what should I call me?"

"A Yin." Tu Lao Yao's voice was like a bell.

Seeing that A Yin wanted to spit at him, he changed it quickly: "Grandma Yin."

A Yin took a deep breath, glared at him like a fool, stretched two fingers on the word "Futi Temple", and raised one eyebrow.

The youngest Tu understood: "Yan Wang's daughter-in-law... madam."

A Yin rolled her eyes, bit her lower lip and smiled, but she didn't respond openly, she just rubbed the silk, turned her face to the side, and turned back after a while, her words were still pretty. : "You're a sensible person, that's all. I've come here so easily, so I naturally want to know the general situation. When I say hello to her subordinates, I think I know them all."

"Oh!" Tu Lao Yao dragged out the ending very long, as if rolling several raw eggs.

A Yin cleared his throat, and chased him away: "Hurry up."

The Hall of Futi has never been so lively. The usually seldom-talking Lord Wuqian called everyone to the front hall in embarrassment. He saw a girl in a red cheongsam twisting in the hall, and beside her was Lord Shentu standing in front of the lord. , the girl said hello one by one very kindly, and said that a few tables of banquets were held in the yard, and a few tables of mahjong were set up, and everyone celebrated together.

The first ghost official under five coins was still thinking about what to celebrate when he was pressed to sit on the card table.

The ghost officials looked at each other, took a sip of wine, glanced at the girl, secretly exchanged glances and touched a hand of cards.Pushing and pulling like this a few times, seeing that Mr. Wuqian didn't have any other orders, he just sat upright and threw a piece of Wubing, then put his heart into his stomach, and started rubbing mahjong with a clatter.

Ayin was happy to see the joy, his waist swayed like the winding river, and you came and went with the fragrant wind. For a while, he went to the banquet to say hello to another jar of aged wine, and for a while he leaned on the card table to point out the country.

Tu Laoyou looked at her at the gate of the courtyard with a wrinkled face, his eyes hurt from being shaken by the flowers and butterflies flying all over the field.

After about half an hour, I saw Ayin turned around with his arms outstretched, his eyes picked him up, and he walked out of Futi Hall with graceful steps.

Walking to the street with shoulders on her shoulders, the hustle and bustle gradually subsided, and Ah Yin slumped her back, helped her sore lower back, rubbed her stiff face from laughing, pouted her left and right, and then asked Tu Laojiao: " how?"

"How about what?"

"Does it look like Lu Jun's wife?" The wives of high-ranking officials win people's hearts, as if they are all so good at dancing.

The youngest Tu couldn't remember what Lu Jun's wife looked like, but he looked at A Yin who was biting his teeth, and felt that it was too late.

But of course he didn't dare to say it.

After greeting her colleagues, my aunt thought of another matter. I don’t know if Ah Luo returned to Taishan Mansion for more than a month, and it was still the lovely myrtle who served the book. If so, then this month will become a year , looks worrisome.She held the silk to back her back, and only asked Tu Lao Yao to find her and have a look, very much like the wife of the main house catching a fox.Tu Lao Yao had a complicated expression, and led her straight to Naihe Bridge, looking at the clusters of beautiful myrtle girls underneath, and pointed: "Here."

A Yin was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Tu Lao Yao pulled her to squat down: "I don't know which one it is, it should be a new one, I don't know if it can talk or not."

A Yin was puzzled, but she heard the tiny top of the tree trembling its leaves, calling her: "Miss A Yin."

Monk Ayinzhang Er couldn't figure it out, he plucked the young leaves, as if he couldn't bear to play with them, he turned his face to ask the youngest Tu: "How did you get this look?"

Tu Lao Yao sat in the open space beside her, and told her the whole story.

Mrs. A Yin's chin drooped and her eyes weakened. She twisted and twisted the silk, unable to speak for a while. After a while, she stretched out her hand to plan the soil next to her, and piled up A Tao's thin roots. , as if to cover her warmer.

She sighed while adding soil, and said softly: "You are actually a loving person."

She thought about it, and said: "It's not that I can't tolerate people. It stands to reason that if I follow the old etiquette, if I come in and become a wife, it won't matter if I accept you as a younger sister."

The youngest Tu was shocked and stared at her.A Yin rolls his eyes at him, and then said softly to A Tao: "But Ah Luo is different, I am not married to her, but I really have her in my heart, so I can only stop being with you."

The matter of two hearts being happy is also fortunate if you say it is lucky, and it is cruel if you say it is cruel.

Myrtle tapped some branches, she was very cute.Ayin felt even more guilty, racked her brains to think of a way, and said: "You probably know that I have a good relationship with the Fujun. When you become a human, I beg her to make another good one with her spirit and give it to you." , do you like it or not?"

Myrtle Ye Zi trembled, and was speechless for a while, while Tu Lao Yao also had a lump in her throat, and was speechless for a while.

"Just understand it in your heart, don't tell others." Ayin patted the remnants on his hands.

Tu Lao Yao glanced at the flower bones all over the garden, and sighed secretly.

Just as he was about to pull her up, he heard a soft call from the bank of Naihe Bridge.

"Who is there?"