Jincheng flower hour

The camellias in the Royal Garden are blooming vigorously, red, white, yellow and purple, colorful, and the king of the Royal Garden has spent a lot of thought for his love.

Under the camellia, by the pool, there are two wooden tables, one big and one small.

The big one is in a white robe with a green belt, as elegant as a white camellia, and he is reading a volume; the small one is writing mountains and water moons on hemp paper, sometimes peeking at the gentleman around him, and occasionally being attracted by flying butterflies, distracted.

"Ok?"

Zhuang Yang put down the wooden slips and looked up at Liu He. Liu He immediately corrected his posture and wrote with a pen. A white butterfly landed and landed on a peach blossom branch next to the desk. Liu He resisted to touch it. "Month" is written crookedly.

This font is quite similar to Ah Hong's back then, but Liu He didn't concentrate on writing.This child is young and playful, which is also his nature.

"Do you like butterflies?"

Zhuang Yang asked him, without any intention of reproach, with a gentle voice.

"Like, sir can I grab it?"

Liu He nodded vigorously, looking at the big fat butterfly, ready to move.

"can."

Zhuang Yang said with a smile, the butterfly is light, he can't catch it with a child, let him play.

After getting permission, Liu He thought about it, and finally flicked the peach branch with his fingers to let the butterfly fly away. He said: "The butterfly doesn't want to be caught. If I catch it, it will run away."

Zhuang Yang was amused, thinking that this kid is really smart and special.

"That's right, butterflies like to be free and to fly with the wind."

Zhuang Yang replied that the naughty white butterfly had already hidden among the flowers, and its beautiful figure would never be seen again.

Liu He half-understood, he looked down at the third word "month" halfway written on the paper, and he added a pen to complete it.

There is very little homework every day. At first, after Zhuang Yang taught, Chen's wife took care of Liu He. Gradually, Liu He would still follow Zhuang Yang after finishing his studies.Zhuang Yang is reading, and he is playing beside him—he has many toys, floats, pottery, horses and wooden swords, which are lifelike; when Zhuang Yang is walking, he always likes to follow behind Zhuang Yang, and Zhuang Yang will turn his head from time to time and slow down to wait for him.

Several times when Liu He fell asleep beside the desk, Zhuang Yang picked him up and sent him back to his dormitory full of small cars and bamboo horses.

Zhuang Yang would sit by Liu He's couch and watch him fall asleep, and cover him up to take care of him. Even his own nephew was nothing more than that.

After finishing his homework, Liu He followed Zhuang Yang to his father's study. At this time, his father had not come back. Liu He thought that some officials would like to pester his father.

Liu He picked up a wooden sword and waved it under the bookshelf. He saw how his father wielded it like a swordsman.Zhuang Yang sorted out Liu Hong's books, rolled up and piled up the documents Liu Hong had read.Zhuang Yang can't read all kinds of official documents of Wu State, and he basically doesn't participate in political affairs, but when Liu Hong feels troubled, he will help Liu Hong share his worries.

The two also talked at night by candlelight, discussing Wu's taxes, how to make the people pay less and the treasury sufficient.

Hearing a "pa" behind him, Zhuang Yang turned his head and saw Liu He who had knocked down several volumes of silk books.When the child poked at the items on the bookshelf with the wooden sword, he kicked twice with "Kung Fu". A stack of silk books fell down, and it was not known whether he hit him or not.

"Does it hurt?"

Look at Liu He covering his head, looking innocent.

"Sir, it doesn't hurt."

Liu He shook his head. My father said that boys should not cry.

"Come on, let me take a look."

Zhuang Yang squatted down, Liu He stepped forward, brought Xiaoyuan's face closer, and Zhuang Yang saw a slight red mark on his forehead.Covering his forehead with his hands and rubbing gently, he said softly, "Okay."

Liu He felt that it still hurt a little bit, but seeing the smiling face of his husband, he couldn't say it out loud.

"Put away the silk book and bring it to Mr.

Zhuang Yang asked him to pick up the scattered silk books on the ground, and he had to clean up the "disaster" he caused.Liu He obediently went to pick up the silk book and handed it to Zhuang Yang on tiptoe.He looked up to see Zhuang Yang put each piece back on the bookshelf neatly.

When Liu Hong came back, he saw the master and apprentice busy in front of the bookshelves. He also knew that Liu He was making trouble in the study again. Last time, he almost broke a precious bi, and was spanked twice by Liu Hong.

Since Erlang helped him "cover up", he should pretend he didn't know.

"Erlang, I asked the craftsman to make a pair of lacquer dowry. Erlang came over to have a look."

Liu Hong asked his followers to bring up the lacquer dowry for Zhuang Yang to examine.

Erlang has a very good eye, and he appreciates many utensils in the palace.The state of Wu is rich and prosperous, but Liu Hong is not extravagant, and all he makes are necessary items.

Zhuang Yang stepped forward to look at it. This is a pair of double-layer lacquer dowry painted with gold leaf, which is extremely exquisitely made and ingeniously conceived.When the lacquer cover is opened, it can be seen that it is a Qizi lacquer dowry.Inside the lacquer dowry, you can place combs, hairpins, jade ornaments, etc., which is very practical.

Zhuang Yang kept a simple lacquer dowry in Liu Hong's bedroom, and Liu Hong asked craftsmen to make such a pair of lacquer dowry, one can imagine the intention, he must think that Zhuang Yang's lacquer box is not good.

Beauty is naturally extremely beautiful, but Zhuang Yang feels that he does not need such a good thing in his own capacity.

Unfortunately, it has already been made and cannot be returned.

That night, Zhuang Yang watched Liu Hong replace their lacquer dowry with new ones, and put two identical lacquer boxes together.

Many of the duo's items come in pairs.

Forget it, seeing him smiling so brightly that Xinghan placed pillows and jade pendants that belonged to the two of them, I just let him go.

After leaving King Wu's palace, Zhuang Yang was just a Confucian scholar living in a secluded courtyard, and the maids who accompanied Liu Hong were all carefully selected by Liu Hong, and they were all confidantes.

Zhuang Yang didn't stay in the palace day and night, sometimes he would rest in his courtyard outside the palace city.

Raise flowers, feed the fish, and tease the pancakes.

Life in his private house is simple, with only one maid, two servants who cook and clean, and nothing else.

Zhuang Yang sometimes has visitors, and he receives them in the small but elegant backyard.Those who came to visit Zhuang Yang were colleagues from the county mansion at that time, Zhang Yushi and Qin Shuzuo, and sometimes family members. Zhuang Bing and Zhuang Ping had both been here.Once, Zhang Changsheng brought Zhuang Lan over, and the couple were friendly, which made Zhuang Yang very pleased.

Another time, it was Mr. Zhou who came to visit.

Mr. Zhou went to Wu to copy a book that was not available in Shu. Mr. Zhou remained as elegant and friendly as before.

From his husband, Zhuang Yang learned that Wei Jia was released in spring.

At the beginning of the year, Emperor Han pardoned the world, and many officials of King Shu and King Wu were released.The Han Emperor was magnanimous and ordered all talents from all over the world to serve as officials, so there is no need to be afraid of each being their own master.

As for Wei Jia, the master didn't tell much.

Zhuang Yang heard from an old friend from Shu that when Wei Jia returned to Wuyang, his wife had already remarried and his daughter stayed at his uncle's house.Wei Jia took his daughter away and returned to Jinguan City.

Most of the Wei mansion that was burned by the war was returned to Wei Jia after Wei Jia was released.Zhuang Yang thought, it was just a big house with a few rooms to live in, and it was probably covered with weeds.

What Zhuang Yang and all outsiders don't know is that when the Shu army was defeated by the Han army in Hanzhong, Wei Jia knew that the Shu kingdom would fall. He hid several belongings in the courtyard of his home. When he returned home, he found another They have not been discovered, but they have a lot of money, so Wei Jia and his daughter are actually doing well.

In spring, the peach blossoms in the backyard were in full bloom. Zhuang Yang picked one and wanted to put it in the study.He walked in front, and Xibing followed behind.

Xibing has grown up, becoming more and more like an egg cake, with the same coat color and cute temperament.

Under the care of Zhuang Yang and the maid Qing He, it has shiny hair and a radiant look.

Zhuang Yang found a small clay pot, added a little water, and put the peach blossoms in the pot. He sat down contentedly and wrote in front of the desk.When Zhuang Yang was tired, he would put down the brush and stroke Xibing's head with gentle movements. Xibing's eyes were bent and seemed to be enjoying it.

Last winter, Zhuang Yang went back to Shu to see his relatives, and also went to Zhuli. At Zhuli's house, he saw bamboo shoots.

Bamboo shoots are still the same as before, leaving early and returning late, enjoying the life of being cared for.

The Dachun couple said that since there are bamboo shoots guarding the house in the courtyard, they don't have to close the door at night, and thieves dare not come.

Leisurely stroking the dog's head, Xibing suddenly raised her head, it heard the sound of rain, Zhuang Yang looked towards the courtyard, the spring rain was splashing, and the peach blossoms were falling.

In this leisurely afternoon, Zhuang Yang fell asleep listening to the sound of rain.

While half asleep and half awake, someone added clothes for him, Zhuang Yang thought it was a book boy, opened his eyes, and saw Liu Hong under the candlelight.

King Wu's life is naturally busier than that of Mr. Zhuang Yang, who is light and easy. He doesn't often come to Zhuang Yang's private house.

He would come at night with only two personal guards by his side.

The guards were guarding the courtyard, as quiet as if they didn't exist, Qing He, who was used to it, fell asleep in her comfortable room.

In the middle of the night, with the sound of the rain, Liu Hong hugged Zhuang Yang and listened to the sound of the rain, and told him softly that Zhuang Yang had been resting for the past two days, and that he could not see the lovesickness that Zhuang Yang felt.He pinned a delicate peach blossom next to Zhuang Yang's ear, and kissed the hair around Zhuang Yang's ear.He is obsessed with Zhuang Yang, and it is difficult to separate from this sweetheart in his life.Zhuang Yang pulled up the thin quilt and covered Liu Hong's bare back. The rainy night was cold, and he was afraid that Liu Hong would catch a cold. Even though he knew that this person would not get sick even if he took cold water in winter, he just couldn't help doing it.

"Erlang, let's go boating on Moon Lake tomorrow morning."

Liu Hong and Zhuang Yang went there once in early spring, and Zhuang Yang liked the quiet scenery there very much.

"Bring Ah He too."

Zhuang Yang felt that the child had no mother, so it was pitiful to be alone in the palace, not to mention that Ah He was very attached to Liu Hong.

"He's still clamoring to see Mr. Tonight."

Liu Hong thought that Liuhe was as clingy to Erlang as he was when he was a child, and Erlang sometimes spoiled him too much.

"I have ordered my servants to take him to Moon Lake tomorrow. The three of us will row a boat together to see the scenery of the lake and mountains."

"it is good."

Zhuang Yang put his head on Liu Hong's shoulder, rubbed his soft lips against Liu Hong's neck, hugged Liu Hong, smelled the reassuring breath on his body, and fell asleep comfortably.

At this time, Xiao Liuhe was holding a wooden sword in his arms and a wooden dog beside his pillow. He fell asleep peacefully and dreamed of Mr. Father and him going boating on the lake in early spring.The willows are leaning, the breeze is blowing, and a few white birds are flying in mid-air.The corners of his mouth curved into a happy smile.