The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

"Brother, what do you mean by that? No one brought his son here on Upper Court Street."

Yun Yan replied: "..."

Xiao Ba slapped the boy on the forehead, "What are you talking about, my master has arrived, right? This is my master's little brother, I have to call him uncle!"

"So it's Mr. Zhang's brother, I'm so rude." The boy covered his head, smiled mischievously, and moved his body away.

Xiao Ba glared at him, became more careful, bent down to hold Yun Yanhui's hand, "Uncle, look carefully at the threshold, you step over and look."

It seemed that Yun Yan couldn't get over him and was about to hug him, Yun Yan looked back and was really heartbroken.

The threshold in ancient times was really high. Yun Yan walked over with short legs, feeling as if she was wearing Ci Xi's body. Why is it so awkward to be held by someone?

Although it is a brothel, the inside is no different from that of an ordinary rich family, and there are no prostitutes walking around, only the faint sound of silk and bamboo music can be heard.

The commerce of the Song Dynasty was extremely developed, and the sex industry also prospered accordingly.There are official prostitutes in Jiaofang Division, which are certified by the government.The homes of high-ranking officials and nobles kept domestic prostitutes to entertain guests or entertain themselves.City prostitutes are the most numerous type, who were sold to brothels for training since childhood.There is also a private prostitute who picks up guests at home.

Most of the first three have high cultural accomplishment or skills, and they are definitely not dedicated to sleeping with officials. Officials are not allowed to stay overnight. More often, they participate in the social activities of mainstream people, including participating in various official activities. , Unofficial cultural performances.

Accompanying wine is even more common. Many restaurants have a cooperative relationship with prostitutes and ask them to help sell alcohol.Any restaurant with a gardenia lamp hanging in front of the door means that there are prostitutes in it and they are happy.

This gardenia lamp is a red lamp with a slightly elongated shape. When Yunyan first learned about it, she thought, 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 scene of prostitutes wearing heavy makeup and waiting for drinkers to call.

However, if you want to talk about contacts, there is nothing at all, and you don't know the unspoken rules at all.

Yunyan has been "wandering" in the market for several years. All vendors and entertainers have said a few words. Only people in this industry have no friendship at all, but if they want to hang out in Bianliang, they are actually very friendly. important.

But in fact, after reaching a certain age, people around you will not be shy, and will gradually recognize this group.

……

Xiaoba led Yunyan back to a room familiarly, and knocked on the door.

After a while, someone opened the door inside, it was Xiao Ba's senior brother, who greeted Yun Yan and welcomed him in.

Zhang Shanren had already taken his seat, and a beautiful woman in her thirties was sitting next to her. When she saw Yunyan returning, she stood up and saluted, "Mr.

Yun Yan quickly avoided it and returned the gift, "Your sister is polite."

The woman pursed her lips and smiled, obviously very happy with Yun Yanhui's address, Shi Shiran walked to the door, called two little girls, and served new tea.

Yunyan returned to sit next to Zhang Shanren. As soon as she got on 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 high, so it's very embarrassing for Yun Yan, who is already not tall, to come back here.

No one else dared to laugh, only Zhang Shanren laughed a few times, and took a cushion to play for Yunyan to put under him, and finally felt better.

Yun Yan breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't you ever accept dwarf guests here?"

Zhang Shanren was taken aback, then nodded solemnly, and said to the woman: "I love you, do you hear me, I say you are not thorough here, you always boast."

The woman nodded depressedly, "Sir, you are right, I have to order a few high chairs tomorrow."

When all the tea and fruits were served, Zhang Shanren dismissed his disciples and introduced Yunyan back.This woman is the madam here, she used to be a well-known kabuki in Bianliang, but she changed her job later, her name is Zhou Ren'ai, and now she has several daughters who are also very outstanding, and are well-known in the industry.

"Today, I'm borrowing flowers to offer Buddha. Brother, you want to treat me to a drink, but this Mrs. Zhou wants to treat you to a drink." Zhang Shanren said, "I'll be a middleman and ask you to eat together."

Yun Yan was a little surprised when he returned, he was still thinking about getting this line in a few years, why would someone want to buy him a drink?

"I think Mr. Xiaolang is more suitable for drinking tea now," Zhou Ren'ai personally divided the tea for Yun Yanhui. I have studied Buddhism, and I am a person with outstanding talents and looks, and my sister will rely on me for the rest of my life."

She is said to be a daughter, but she is actually a prostitute under her hand, because she bought it since childhood to match mother and daughter, and taught her skills.

As soon as Zhou Ren'ai opened her mouth, Yunyan understood roughly from the bottom of her heart, took a sip of tea, and motioned for her to continue.

Zhou Ren'ai said plaintively: "Because I learned the little singing from me, I was also invited by Washe to perform on weekdays. A few days ago, the monks' vulgar lectures from Daxiangguo Temple were popular in Bianliang. The little sisters went to listen to a few times, and when they came back It's so muddled..."

Yun Yanhui hurriedly said solemnly: "Sister, although I am not in the Buddhist sect, I have been taught by the Zen master for a long time, and I know that it is a good thing for prostitutes to be good, and I will definitely not dissuade you."

This week, people love to talk about relying on for the rest of their lives, and they also say that their daughter has heard the vulgar talk and came back in a daze. After thinking about it, there are indeed Zen masters in the vulgar jokes who beat prostitutes, and prostitutes are good or escape into Buddhism.No matter whether you are practicing good or fleeing into Buddhism, you are leaving prostitution. Wouldn't it be evil to stop others?

Zhang Shanren rubbed his chin, "Listen to her."

Yunyan looked back at Zhou Renai in astonishment.

Zhou Ren'ai's mournful expression paused for a moment, and then he said quietly: "Little Lang, you think too much... If it's really my daughter who wants to be a good man, it's just my wishful thinking, why would you old brother come to you for me? Well. The daughter of our family is not going to be good, but to marry."

"... Is there any difference?" Yun Yan replied with a confused expression.

Zhou Ren'ai: "It's just because they want to marry someone else, but your old mage, Zen Master Qingran!"

Yun Yan replied: "Pfft!!"

Yun Yan took a sip of tea and sprayed it out.

Zhou Renai wiped his mouth with his fragrant towel, and said slowly while wiping, "I'll say it slowly and in detail, but I still scared you."

Can this not scare you? !I've lived two lifetimes, and I've never heard of someone rushing to be the concubine of an old monk!

Yunyan looked back at Zhang Shanren in shock, "You already knew?"

Zhang Shanren nodded reservedly, "You are the only one next to your master who can reliably talk about this matter. You can't tell your master directly, right?"

With a clear temper, he must have left the meeting angrily after hearing those words just now...

Yun Yan looked confused and said: "She, them, why is this!"

Zhou Ren'ai sighed, "After reading a few Buddhist scriptures and listening to a few stories, I feel that I am a bosom friend with Zen Master, and I want to redeem myself to be his concubine, to serve him together, and to serve him until his death."

Yun Yan's face turned blue and white for a while, and finally choked out a sentence: "...have ideals."

"I didn't ask you to boast. Mr. Zhang said that you have a way. My sister dare not watch her daughters die because of missing an old mage. Little man, save your nieces and daughters." Zhou Renai The voice is full of authenticity.

When Yunyan heard about the "nieces and daughters", her hairs almost stood on end, "Well, in a few days, you take them to Zhujiaqiao Wazi to listen to the scriptures, and maybe they will understand."

Zhou Ren'ai was very happy for a while, "Then I will thank Xiao Langjun first."

"...No need." Yun Yan twitched the corner of her mouth, feeling in her heart, what is this shit called!This was simply the weirdest experience he had ever had. When 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 eating and drinking because of the old monk...

What a crime, in the final analysis, it was caused by the scripts that Yun Yan wrote back and copied, and he should solve it.

Zhou Ren'ai knew from Zhang Shanren that Yun Yan would be able to take care of things, and as long as he agreed, the matter would be half done, so she was very happy, so she called her two proud daughters to sing along with her.

Oh no, because Mrs. Zhou thinks that Mr. Yun has not been weaned for a few years, so he should be called a companion—didn't she ask someone to buy soufflé milk tea?

Zhou Ren'ai's daughter was sitting next to Yun Yanhui, entrusted by her mother, determined to do this job well for the happiness of her sisters, so she took out a delicate puppet the size of a palm from her bag, and said respectfully: " Uncle, let's play with you, baby."

The other also picked up a cup of soufflé and twisted a piece: "Uncle, ah—"

Yun Yan replied: "..."

……

Yun Yanhui spent a "pleasant" night with the young ladies in the brothel, and took advantage of the verbal advantage-think about it, a group of beautiful girls call you uncle.

When Yun Yan came back, she felt that it was a mistake for her to be of the same generation as Zhang Shanren. It seemed that his generation would not be able to get down, and it would never get better gradually. There would only be more and more juniors!

Seeing that it was almost Haishi, Yun Yanhui and Zhang Shanren were also full, so they paid their bills and came out.Because Zhou people love to ask for something today, they made a huge discount.

Zhang Shanren ordered two disciples and explained that he would send Yunyan back home.

The two said their goodbyes, and Yun Yan led Zhang Shanren's two disciples back when they returned.

One of them said: "Uncle, is there anyone in your room to accompany you? We were outside, but we ate and listened to the song."

The beginning of the line is a name for a famous prostitute. Another disciple said: "You dare to talk nonsense in front of uncle, and be careful when you go back to the master to paste your mouth with cow dung."

The man said awkwardly: "I just want to talk..."

Yun Yan was speechless, what kind of prostitute are you talking about with a child, if I tell you the truth, there are two beautiful young ladies who want to play puppets with me, wouldn't it drive you crazy?

Yun Yanhui was determined not to let them know what happened in the room.

The three of them soon walked to the vicinity of Daxiangguo Temple and walked back along the Bian River.

The goods traveling from south to north are transported from the Bian River. At this time, there are still lights on the river at night.

Yunyan turned back and saw a light boat floating down from the upper reaches, the boat seemed to be empty, when it came to the front, it was blocked by a parked cargo ship at the stern, the whole boat slanted sideways, because of the narrow waterway, it got stuck for a while up.

The speed of the boat was so fast, obviously there was no cargo on board, Yun Yan looked back and saw a person lying on the boat.

"Hey, is there a person on it?"

Two disciples of Zhang Shanren also probed to look, "It seems to be..."

"Hey, brother, what are you doing?"

But there was no response from those on board.

Yun Yan went back to the booth next to him and borrowed a lantern, turned on the light and saw that he was actually an "acquaintance". He was dragging Zheng Ling, whom Zhao Yunchu had inquired about, lying unconscious on the boat, bleeding from his forehead, and did not respond. It turned out that he was not asleep, but in a coma.

Yun Yan was startled in her heart, and quickly said: "I know this person, can you get him up?"

Since the little uncle made a request, the two disciples naturally obeyed. They turned over and jumped into the river, supported the boat, and dragged out the half-grown boy inside.

Yun Yan grabbed Zheng Ling's hand and dragged him to the shore.

The two disciples climbed up again, drenched all over, "This young man looks like he's not in a good condition, so let's send him to the doctor quickly."

"Excuse me again, and take him to the place of the master." Yun Yan knew that Zheng Ling and Zheng Ping were probably related by blood. Although he was a young boy, seeing his pale face, he was still a little nervous.

The two men lifted Zheng Ling up and asked Yunyan to lead the way to see him off.

Qingming was doing evening class, when he heard his disciple brought an injured person, he quickly put down the wooden fish and came out, "Put him on the bed."

Knowing Zheng Ling's breathing, he touched his body again and said, "The beating is so far, let me stop the bleeding first."

Yunyan realized that she didn't say anything bad, she breathed a sigh of relief, first she borrowed two monk robes from Hui Chong, and changed them into Zhang Shanren's disciples who were drenched in the water, and thanked her again and again.

Knowing over there, while treating Zheng Ling's injury, he sized up Zheng Ling's face, and then went to peek at Yun Yanhui's face, and found that Yun Yanhui didn't have the slightest look of anxiety. Didn't he think about this young man at all? look like?

Yun Yan returned but thought in her heart, this Zheng Ling knows how to cause troubles and fights all day long, how could he and my mother be in the same family?It's really strange.

As for Zheng Ping, because Yun Yan rushed back and brought two people to carry a wounded person, someone saw her on the road, so she went to inform Zheng Ping earlier, so Zheng Ping rushed over after a while.

Yun Yan heard Zheng Ping's voice and ran out, "Mother."

"Are you okay? You didn't go to have dinner with Mr. Zhang today, why did you carry someone back?" Because Yun Yanhui was involved 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 did a good job and carried 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 I rescued happened to be one of the yamen who got me involved in 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 let Zheng Ping choose by himself.

Zheng Ping froze for a moment, then turned her gaze to the room, as if she really wanted to go in, but she didn't know what she was thinking about, so she hesitated.

Yun Yan took her hand back and came in, "Look, he really looks like me."

Zheng Ping followed Yun Yan back involuntarily, and came to the bed. The boy's forehead had already been covered with a medicine pack, and his face was a little pale. At a glance, his outline was not exactly similar to that of Brother Yan.

More precisely, it is similar to someone in Zheng Ping's memory, after all, Brother Yan is still partly like his father.

"He..." Zheng Ping unconsciously just said a word, but the voice woke her up, she hurriedly restrained her expression, and said in a disguised manner, "Sure enough, there are such coincidences in the world, and there are indeed some similarities."

Qiao Ran came in with the medicine, saw Zheng Ping, and said, "Miss Zheng came just in time, can you help give the child some medicine?"

Zheng Ping saluted and took the medicine, "Come here, concubine."

Yunyan helped her lift Zheng Ling's head up, and fed the medicine into his mouth spoon by spoon, but luckily he still knew how to swallow it.

Xiao Ran said beside him: "The rest is to see if he will have a fever tonight."

"The mage should rest well, I can take care of this child tonight." Even if it has nothing to do with this young man, it is impossible for Zheng Ping to let an old man keep watch at night.

Knowing that he recited the Buddha's voice, he was not polite to Zheng Ping, "Then it will be hard work for Mrs. Zheng."

Yun Yan returned to the side and watched Zheng Ping's busy schedule with cold eyes, and came to a conclusion in her heart.

When Zheng Ping looked back, she happened to see Yun Yan's calm expression, her heart skipped a beat, and she comforted herself that Brother Yan probably didn't understand, and said with some guilt: "Brother Yan, you did a good job and saved a People. Mother is here to take care of this little brother tonight, you go back and take Xiaobao and Shuangyi and tell them to go to bed early, okay?"

Yun Yan nodded obediently, "Okay, mother, don't worry."

Concern is chaos, don't talk about him, I'm afraid I can see it, but I'm still calm, otherwise I will definitely ask Zheng Ping to go back and let his disciples watch the night, how can I ask Zheng Ping, who has no relatives and no reason, to work hard .

……

Yun Yan has not been idle all night, now she slowly walked back to her home, and saw Shuang Yi and Xiao Bao were sitting in the hall, waiting for him and Zheng Ping to come back with their chins on their hands.

"Brother Yan, you're back, where's mother?" Shuang Yi jumped off the bed and looked behind Yun Yan.

"It's not that you brought an injured person back, who is it, brother, did you beat someone?"

"Your brother and my little arms and legs, who can you bring to the emergency room?" Yun Yan rubbed her neck back, "It was the Ya Nei last time, who looked a bit like me. Seeing that he was injured, he went to the emergency room." I brought it back with good intentions. My mother is helping the mage, I will come back first and tell you, you should go to bed first."

Yun Yanhui said the situation with reservations, showed the majesty of the eldest brother, and let them go to wash and sleep.

Shuang Yi was older, although she sensed something was wrong, but seeing Yun Yan's expression, she still didn't say anything, and obeyed obediently.Xiao Bao 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 washed up a long time ago, and I'm waiting for you."

Xiaobao stretched out his hand, and Yunyan put his hand under his armpit when he returned, and carried him into the room with another lift.

The next morning, Yun Yanhui woke up earlier than usual, stayed on the bed for a second, then sat up, seeing that Xiaobao and Shuangyi hadn't gotten up, she tiptoedly made three breakfasts, and took them to see where she was. .

-

Zheng Ling also woke up twice in a daze overnight, only vaguely aware of a gentle hand touching her forehead, but she couldn't open her eyes to see the other person's face clearly.

A few rays of sunlight shone on Zheng Ling's body. When he opened his eyes, he felt that his strength had recovered a lot, and his head was not so dizzy. When he looked to the side, he saw a woman lying on the edge of the bed and falling asleep.

Although he didn't see the face, it gave him a very familiar feeling.Last night, she should have been taking care of him.

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 stared wide-eyed and pointed at the child.

Yun Yan rushed back to Zheng Ling, rolled her eyelids, walked lightly to Zheng Ping's side, saw her sleeping on the edge of the bed in an awkward position, and stretched out her hand to push her.

"Don't..." Zheng Ling wanted to say don't wake her up, let her sleep.

But it was too late, when Yunyan pushed back, Zheng Ping woke up suddenly, sat up, and was still a little dazed when she saw Yunyan, "Brother Yan?"

"Mother, eat something and go to bed at home." Yun Yanhui said very gently.

It was only now that Zheng Ling saw the woman's face clearly. Although she had never seen it before, it was indeed somewhat familiar, because it was somewhat similar to the child, and it turned out to be a mother and child.

For a moment, Zheng Ling felt an indescribable emotion in his heart. He lost his mother since he was young, and the woman in front of him felt like the warmth in his mother's arms when he was a child.Not to mention that the woman is similar to the child, in fact, she is somewhat similar to himself, and in this way, they are even closer.

"Okay." Zheng Ping responded, looked at Zheng Ling again, and said softly, "When did you wake up, and is there any discomfort on your body?"

Zheng Ling blushed and shook her head, "No...I, why am I here?"

"It was my son, Brother Yan, who saw you injured and brought you to the Daxiangguo Temple to ask the monks here to treat you." Zheng Ping seemed to know what Zheng Ling was thinking, and stopped him first, "This It's also your fate, you have no relatives and no reason, so it looks a little bit like, let's forget about the past, what do you think?"

Zheng Ling originally had a lot of ideas, and the child planted on him at the beginning, which made him very awkward afterwards, but now when the woman said it, he unconsciously agreed, "...that's fine."

I thought again, although the woman said that they had no relatives and no reason, but there should indeed be a fate, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence that the child saved him.When he saw this family, he also got close for no reason.

"Let's eat something." Zheng Ping took out Yunyan's reheated Hubing and gave it to Zheng Ling.

If someone dared to feed him such crude food in normal times, Zheng Ling would definitely be furious and throw everything away.But now, with a blushing face, he obediently took the mustache and bit it down, feeling that it was not so difficult to eat.

Zheng Ping watched Zheng Ling eat, and she ate too, then asked him slowly, "How did you get hurt? Brother Yan found you on a small boat floating down the Bian River."

Zheng Ling muttered a few times, and said embarrassingly: "We lost the fight."

Zheng Ping frowned slightly when she heard the word "fighting", "You child..."

Her own son never fights, and this child looks handsome, so how could he fight fiercely with others.

Zheng Ling felt ashamed of fighting for the first time, and explained in a panic: "Those people are the first to pick things up."

"Don't get excited, sit still, the wound will burst open." Zheng Ping pressed Zheng Ling.

Zheng Ling leaned back obediently, and continued to eat the mustache, his eyes rolling and rolling, thinking that if the woman asked again, how would he clean up all his mistakes.

"Mother, you should go back quickly, Shuang Yi and Xiao Bao are still awake." Yun Yan hinted that the two children in Zheng Ping's family didn't know yet.

Zheng Ping understood, and ate the remaining Hubing, "Then Brother Yan, if there is something wrong with you accompanying this little brother, then go and call Master Qingran, he has already started the morning class. "

"Okay." Yun Yan responded, watching Zheng Ping leave under Zheng Ling's reluctant eyes, feeling amused in her heart.

As soon as Zheng Ping left, Zheng Ling put down the mustache and said to Yun Yan, "What's your name?"

Yun Yan looked at him with black and white eyes, without saying a word.

Zheng Ling stretched out her hand to pinch his shoulder, and said affectionately: "Don't be afraid, let me tell you first, my name is Zheng Ling, Zheng Erzheng, dripping into Ling. What happened last time is just like what your mother said just now. , forget it in the past. I asked your name not to retaliate against you, but to take care of you. In Bianliang in the future, report my name..."

"Will you be beaten like you were last night?" Yun Yan interjected lukewarmly.

Zheng Ling became embarrassed for a while, "Well, that was an accident, I still won more..."

Yun Yan glanced at him contemptuously.

Zheng Ling was disheartened, so he didn't have the nerve to propose to cover the cloud and go back.

Yun Yanhui finished his breakfast, wiped his mouth, came to find out, and asked if Zheng Ling was okay. If he was in better health and no one needed to take care of him, he would go home.

Zheng Ling hugged Yun Yanhui's waist, "I want to go back with you!"

Yun Yanhui almost rushed to the street, "What are you doing! Let go!"

"I don't like it here, I'm going to rest at your house!" Zheng Ling hugged tightly.

"If you didn't have a fever last night, you're fine. It's just that you don't need to rest in bed, as long as you don't exercise too much. Benefactor, you were injured and didn't go home all night. Why don't you go back and report your safety?" The scene, said slowly.

"I played truant. It's fine. My family must think I'm going to school, and my husband thinks I'm out to play." Zheng Ling said confidently, "I feel that I'm not in good health and I need to rest, but the conditions here are not good. Well, I'm going to his house."

"Let me tell you, my family is poor, and the conditions are even worse. If you go, you can only sleep with the chicken." Yun Yan threatened back.

Liao Ran also echoed: "Brother Yan's house only has two rooms, and the people are full of sleepers. You probably can only sleep in the chicken coop."

Zheng Ling was silent for a while, tears fell down, and he choked and said: "You know that I am... yes... you still don't let me go... woo..."

Yun Yan replied: "..."

He didn't even understand why this little yamen was crying. He wasn't so vulnerable when his head was smashed before, but he didn't let you follow him home. As for it?

Where did Yunyan know that Zheng Ling's Oedipus heart has found a sustenance, isn't it very fragile.

Yun Yan Hui originally looked at it coldly, and felt that Zheng Ling was putting on airs. Who knew that the more Zheng Ling cried, the more sad he became, and he let go of Yun Yan Hui's waist.

Yun Yan was dumbfounded, "...don't cry, just take you back."

He was really afraid that if Zheng Ling continued to cry, he would faint from crying.

Zheng Ling couldn't stop for a while, sobbing, he said, "Well, that's good, let's go now."

Zheng Ling wiped his face, and he was that white and tender little yamen again. His clothes had been replaced with monk robes, and they were too big. His sleeves and trouser legs grew out, making him look much younger. Yesterday The dirty clothes of the night are held in my arms.

Yun Yanhui led him back like this, and when he reached the door of the house, he pointed to the chicken coop and said, "Go in."

Zheng Ling's eyes widened, "You really want me to sleep with the chicken?"

"Or do you want to sleep with a bear?" Yunyan pointed back at Beibei's territory.

"..." Zheng Ling came to his senses, and walked towards the house with a sullen face, "How dare you play me, if it wasn't...huh."

If someone played with Zheng Ling like this in normal times, he would definitely be furious, feel ashamed, and take revenge.But Yunyan played back twice, and even got beaten last time. Although Zheng Ling was angry, he never got angry. human violence.

Yun Yan followed slowly and opened the door.

Zheng Ping had been watching all night and had already gone to bed. Shuangyi was watching Xiaobao write. When they saw Yun Yanhui bring Zheng Ling back together, they were both stunned.

Yun Yan replied: "Don't look at him, I didn't adopt him, but I was rejected by Master Qingran, 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 time, he had a deep impression on the little girl. The scene of her hanging and beating Zhou Huilin was deeply engraved in his mind, and he couldn't help but Quite in awe.

"Is your mother resting?" Zheng Ling rolled her eyes around the room, but she didn't show any contempt, and lowered her voice, "Then let's not disturb her, take me to lie down."

When Yunyan came back, he took him back to her room. After walking all the way, Zheng Ling's steps were a little wobbly. Yunyan helped him back and let him sit on the bed.

Leaning against the head of the bed, Zheng Ling saw the Kesi decorations hanging on the wall. There were six or seven pairs of Zheng Pingke's Yunyanhui and Xiaobao's calligraphy, and they were hung in a patchwork pattern on the wall opposite the window. .

"It's so good, it's really thoughtful," Zheng Ling boasted, "My grandma also wrote down my calligraphy."

Yun Yan ignored him and took out a needle. Zheng Ling took a look and hid in the bed for a while.

"What are you hiding, I'm not Rongmao." Yun Yan looked at him inexplicably, and threaded the thread.

Zheng Ling: "Who is Nanny Rong?" He just felt that the child holding the needle was a little scary, as if he was going to stab someone.

But it turned out that Zheng Ling was thinking too much, Yun Yanhui just rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs twice and simply sewed a few stitches to fix it, otherwise it would be ugly and inconvenient.

Zheng Ling judged the heart 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 black immediately, "Can you go out?"

"I won't talk anymore." Zheng Ling stuck out her tongue and hugged Mrs. Bamboo on the bed.

Neither of them noticed that the atmosphere was very harmonious and natural.

-

At noon, Zheng Ping woke up. Seeing Zheng Ling at home, she was obviously pleasantly surprised and a little overwhelmed.Thinking of Zheng Ling's young age, she quickly asked Shang Yunyan to make buttered snails for him to eat.

Zheng Ling also had the nerve to pull Zheng Ping to act like a baby, and didn't treat herself as a guest at all.

Zheng Ping's mother and son made lunch and fried snails in butter. Zheng Ling ate almost all of them. He also said that he had never tried it and liked the taste very much. Zheng Ping looked at him with a smile.

Then, Zheng Ping became concerned about Zheng Ling's other situations, but deliberately avoided his family situation. Even if Zheng Ling brought it up and wanted to explore the relationship between them, Zheng Ping always said nothing.If it repeats, Zheng Ling will know what's going on.

After knowing that Zheng Ling had actually played truant, Zheng Ping's expression turned ugly, "How could you play truant?"

Zheng Ling: "I don't want to go to class, my dad always pushes me, but I just like to play in the street..."

This is wrong, Zheng Ping allowed Yunyan not to go back to school, it was because Yunyan had a clear goal and knew what she was doing, while Zheng Ling seemed to be just rebellious and playful.

"Now that you are in good health, you should hurry back to the academy." Zheng Ping said seriously.

In Chongwen of the Song Dynasty, there were many government-run and private schools. The government-run schools were almost free, or charged a small fee.The academies are private, but they are very prosperous now, and they can often invite contemporary great Confucians to teach.

Zheng Ling could agree to the others, but going to school... He was really not happy, and he didn't want to lie to Zheng Ling, so Ai Ai Qiqi couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Mother, in this case, I'll send him back to the academy in the afternoon." Yun Yan said, resting her chin.

Zheng Ping originally wanted to send it off by herself, but she still considered her status and said, "Okay, Brother Yan, you send Xiao Ling to the academy."

Zheng Ling let out an "ah" and said coquettishly, "Auntie, I still have a wound on my head."

"A little injury, it won't hinder the class." Zheng Ping said lightly.

Zheng Ling's whole face was about to wrinkle.

Zheng Ping comforted again: "Don't play truant all the time, I can ask Brother Yan to go to the academy to bring you snails soaked in butter, and you tell me what other flavors you want to eat."

So Zheng Ling became cheerful again, hugged Yun Yan back, and agreed, "Okay, okay!"

Yun Yan really couldn't stand it anymore, this Zheng Ling really treated him like a younger brother, "Can you sit down, don't you have bones?"

Zheng Ping went to pack some buttered snails for Zheng Ling to take back to the academy to eat. When she was in the kitchen, Zheng Ling looked at Yun Yan back with a happy face. The whole person's style of painting was different from the street. The tenderness is like water, "Brother Yan, I want to treat you like my own brother. Don't feel uncomfortable. I really like your whole family."

Yun Yan squinted at him back.

——However, even Yun Yan didn't expect that Zheng Ling's words set a huge flag for herself.