little son-in-law

That night they lived in a courtyard of Tongkou county magistrate. This is a well-known local garden. Dozens of red plum blossoms are planted in the garden. The owners of the garden will hold poetry competitions, and they come early, only the tree in front of the window is in bloom, and most of the others are still budding, but this is not interesting.

"I'll be back soon. It's so cold, why did you come so far away?" Fushun went down with the waiters, Rong Jin came from the next door, put on her nightgown, put down the bed curtain, Nangong Jingshen Put an arm around his waist from behind.

"The battle is over, and the capital is fine now. I have the right to come out to relax after I take this trip." Rong Jin lifted the quilt and got in. His soles were cold and rubbed against Nangong Jingshen's calf. The room is warm and warm.

Nangong Jing took a deep breath, "I just took a shower, why is it still so cold, I'll rub it for you."

Rong Jin pulled his outstretched hand away, and said with a smile: "Don't move, don't move, it will be hot in a while."

Nangong lay on his side quietly, clamped his legs, and pulled him into his arms, "Where did all the food this year go?" He clearly felt that the waist under the palm of his hand seemed to be getting thinner.

"When you left, I had just given birth to Ning Zhi, and I was still a big fat man. I'm a little thinner now than I was then." Rong Jin didn't take it seriously. Qianmao looked for it.

Nangong Jing's deep breathing was a little rough at once, and she quickly pressed his hand, threatening: "Xiao Jin, if you move around again, I can't guarantee that we will sleep well in the future." God knows, he has been abstinent for a year and a half. Man, if he hadn't been running all the way thinking about Xiao Jin, why would he suppress himself.

Rong Jin gave him an unfriendly look, "What are you thinking, I want to see your wound." I didn't think it was a big deal at first, but when he said it, I really felt that this gesture was ambiguously provocative.

"After pulling out the poison, it has healed. Here, you can feel it." Nangong Jing knew that he was worried, and took his hand to the left side of the chest near the shoulder. The wound had healed, leaving a The long raised scar, the skin turned out, can't be seen clearly at night, but the location alone is scary enough, just a little bit.

Rong Jin didn't dare to use much force, and touched it little by little with cold fingertips. Fortunately, he has returned safely. When he heard the bad news that day, his chest hurt like it was exploding, and now thinking about it, he still has severe palpitations.

The clothes on his chest were wet and sticking to his skin. It was hot and humid. Nangong Jing sighed deeply, and lowered his head to kiss Rong Jin's forehead and the corners of his eyes. He was also glad that he could come back. At that time, I took out the letter Xiaojin had given him and read it over and over again. Every time I thought that there were still four of them at home who needed his care and love, I would grit my teeth and persist no matter what.He said that he could leave it to others to take care of, but only he knew how insincere those words were.

Nangong Jing fell into a deep sleep, her body was warm, Rong Jin leaned against him, the lost body temperature was recovering, her hands and feet gradually became conscious, he was recovering from a serious injury, and it was rare that he fell asleep earlier than himself.It was late at night, and the surroundings were silent. The plum tree branches outside the window were printed on the window paper, and their shadows floated slightly.Rong Jin couldn't fall asleep, and remembered the time when she went to Xiangguo Temple to meet her master.

"Little Jin, something that shouldn't be on your hands." The master said this when he met him.

"Yes, Master." His hands were stained with blood, and countless lives were stained. It was not what he wanted, but in an emergency, who can deny that it is the quickest and most practical way to achieve the goal? Maybe there would be a better way to wait, but no one gave him time to wait.

"Remember what I told you before you left Nanshan Town?"

"Remember, Master, you said that there is a cycle of karma and retribution in heaven. But I... can't care about these anymore." He understood everything, but failed to do it.

"There is no life, and more murders..." Master shook his head, and did not continue with the following words.

"Master, can I see the children grow up?" He knew that Master was proficient in divination, but he never showed it to others easily.

"Ten years?" "Eight years?" "Seven years?" The master kept shaking his head, and when he said five years, the master closed his eyes and refused to respond to him anymore.

"I see, Master." In less than five years, Jing Zhi and Xing Zhi are seven years old this year, and Ning Zhi is just over one year old.

The next day I wanted to continue on my way, but the weather was very bad. There were snowflakes early in the morning, and the ground became white in a short time. There are many mountain roads to go on. If you encounter blizzard in the mountains, you will Troublesome, they decided to stay for two more days to see, but if it didn't work, they turned to Shuoning in the south to return to Beijing.

"There should be no one here today. Let's go for a walk. This is my first time in Tongli." Rong Jin suggested that yesterday I was busy with meeting officials from all over the world, so I didn't go out. It's still snowing, but it's still possible to go shopping in the city. Tongli is a small frontier town. Merchants from the Central Plains and tribes on the grassland often gather here to exchange goods. It has just developed in recent years, and the natural scenery in the cold winter months is nothing to see. Yes, but the peculiar customs and customs formed by people from all over the world cannot be seen anywhere else. The trading warehouses and markets are very lively all year round. As long as you want to find it, you can find it from the silk tea and salt in the south of the Yangtze River to the deep mountains in the northeast frontier. There is no shortage of ginseng and deer antler. Of course, the most famous thing here is the fur from foreign countries.

Nangong Jingshen and Rong Jin changed into casual clothes and went out through the back door. They only brought two entourages with them. After inquiring about it, they first went to the best leather goods store in the local area, just in time for a batch of new arrivals The fur materials were brought over, and Rong Jin picked out a few top-quality snow mink and black fox furs. The fur was smooth and the underpile was dense, and it felt no worse than the tribute products.

"It's almost Chinese New Year, make two cloaks for the old ancestor and the queen mother, and make a few pairs of boots for the father and the children with the rest." Rong Jin paid the money, and stood beside the charcoal stove, talking to Nangong Jingshen in a low voice, The store is packing things.

"Well, the old ancestor is getting old, and the queen mother has also worried a lot this year. Have uncle and the others returned from Nanshao?"

"Not yet. When your accident happened, my father stayed in southern Xinjiang to stabilize the situation. My father said in a letter that he would go back to Beijing to accompany me. I didn't agree. They finally got together these years, so they have less to worry about. One o'clock." The kettle on the charcoal stove was turned on, and the work in the store came, Rong Jin took two steps aside, and continued: "But I should be back soon, maybe I'm still ahead of us."

"You two young masters, all the things you want are packed. We gave you the top quality lamb skin separately. The two young masters will come to our shop next time." The attendant took the things over, and Rong Jin nodded. Head, and said in a good manner: "Next time I come to Tongli, I will definitely."

"Let's go, let's go to the front and see what else we want to buy." Tongli winter is very windy and sandy, they are all wearing thick cloaks, Nangong Jingshen helps Rong Jin put on the hoods, Under the cover of the cover, she clenched Rong Jin's hand.This is not the capital, and no one knows them, so they are much freer in comparison.Even if someone sees them holding hands, just like the store owner, at most they will take a second look, and there will be no gossip.

"Before I went out, I inquired with the maid in the mansion. There is a shop at the end of the bridge. They make the most authentic sour soup and mutton dumplings. After shopping, let's go eat dumplings at noon." After knowing each other for so many years, they are still the first time Rong Jin seemed very happy to hold hands and walk among the crowd in such an aboveboard manner, talking a lot more than usual along the way.

A pair of masters and servants leading horses walked by, one of them was slightly startled when he heard Rong Jin's voice, and turned his head to look for the shadow of that person somewhere in the heavy snow.

"Young master, have you met someone you know?"

"Maybe I got it wrong, why is he here, let's go, we have to go back to Nanshan Town for the New Year after the delivery." Yun Sichuan patted the goods on the horse, Mo Nanjin, that person has been away for almost two years, His sudden departure was just like his sudden arrival. People in Nanshan Town mentioned it from time to time, but no one knew where he went. After asking Tian Cheng, he later helped the Tian family and the Sun family pass through the land left by Rong Jin. The title deed, but he also said he did not know.

There were a lot of shops along the way, Nangong Jingshen and Rong Jin picked five or six of them, and bought a lot of small things, not very valuable, but they were all quite rare, and they even found a few old books .

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It seems that it is the one in front, let's go eat dumplings. "As the noon approached, the snow was falling more and more heavily, but the red wine flag at the bridgehead was also obvious, and Rong Jin found the shop without much effort.

"Xiao Jin, are you sure it's this one?" Nangong Jing asked with a deep smile, it wasn't that he wanted to be suspicious, but the low adobe house in front of him didn't look like a place to sell food, and it was more like a poor family.

"You don't understand this. The more inconspicuous the place is, the more likely it is to have delicious food. Let's go in and have a look."

Maybe because of the cold weather, there was no one to greet at the door. There was a big blanket hanging on the door, and the situation inside the room could not be seen. One of the entourages stepped forward and rolled up the blanket, and a copper bell on the door frame rang. .

"Guest officer, inside..." The owner of the store is a strong northern man with a blue cloth belt tied in his medicine. He heard the sound of copper bells and greeted him. The clothes and demeanor of these two young men are not like those who come to eat in a small shop like them, "It's cold, please come inside, two guest officers." The visitor is a customer, and the owner of the shop quickly put away his curiosity. , concentrate on entertaining guests.

Contrary to the cold outside, it was hot and humid inside. When Rong Jin came in, he couldn't bear the difference in temperature, coupled with the slightly strange smell in the room, he sniffed and sneezed twice.

"Are you all right, Xiao Jin, why don't we change places? This is not the only restaurant with mutton dumplings." Nangong Jing took a deep look. It seems that this restaurant not only sells dumplings, but also has a small clay stove on each table. The constant heat and strange smell come from the small pot on the stove.

Rong Jin waved his hand, covered his mouth and sneezed two more times.

Seeing this, the shop owner shook the handkerchief on his shoulders and said to the two people who came in: "You two young masters seem to be from other places. They have never eaten the mutton dumplings and mutton stove of our old Chen's. Dare to say, but here, when it comes to making mutton, my old Chen’s mutton dare to say that it is second, and no one dares to say that it is the first.”

Some diners who were eating next to him helped the boss speak, "Old Chen's words are good. If you come to Tongli and don't try Lao Chen's mutton, you will regret it later. You can't eat it like this in other places." Good taste."

The owner of the shop laughed loudly, and said loudly to everyone: "Have a good meal, and I will send a plate of potatoes to each table later."

"Old Chen, you don't want to give away some good ones. These potatoes are worthless, so you are ashamed to give them three dishes for a penny." Some diners joked loudly with the owner called Lao Chen.

"Whoever dislikes it, don't ask for it." The owner of the shop turned around and roared with a smile, and continued to say to Nangong Jingshen: "I think the young master next to you probably has a cold, so eat it here, my mutton stove Herbs are added to it to dispel cold and dampness, and after eating, go home and sleep, and keep all diseases cured.”

"Let's eat here." Rong Jin liked the lively atmosphere here very much, and there was a kind of freshness unique to rural restaurants.

"Okay, are there any free tables in the store?" There are only six tables in this room, and they are already full.

"Yes, yes, I have a compartment inside."

The store's so-called cubicle is a small room that can only accommodate two tables and four long benches. There is no door, and half a dusty curtain is hung to separate it from the outside.

Nangong Jingshen and Rong Jin were at the same table, and the two attendants did not dare to sit at the same table, so Nangong Jingshen opened another table for them.

The mutton pot served with a small clay stove smells strange of herbs, and the mutton inside has been stewed soft. Rong Jin took a chopstick and tasted it first. The mutton was very tender, chewed twice, and melted in his mouth Same, the taste is beyond imagination, and a plate of cabbage, a plate of potatoes, a plate of sheep blood, a large bowl of homemade sauce, and a small plate of dried pickles are delivered together with the mutton pot.

"It's really good, you should try it soon, it's delicious." Rong Jin picked out some in a bowl and pushed them in front of Nangong Jingshen, then hurriedly poured potatoes and cabbage into the pot to boil them.

Nangong Jingshen wiped the corner of Rong Jin's mouth, and smiled, "Eat more if you like." Putting aside the foreign affairs for a while, they really look like the most ordinary couple in the world.

Rong Jin wiped the corner of her mouth and looked back at him, "Is it stained with sauce?"

"it's gone now."

The lamb dumplings in sour soup were also good. The thin-skinned meatballs are a perfect match with this sour soup. During this period, the store also roasted a whole lamb. Rong Jin couldn’t eat it anymore. , Just tasted one or two slices, Nangong Jingshen and the others ordered a plate by themselves, and finished eating happily. Rong Jin was very envious of the amount of food.

After eating too much lunch, Rong Jin lost his appetite at night. It was Laba, and a lot of Laba porridge was boiled in the kitchen. He ate half a bowl. On the way back to the room, he found the plum tree in front of the window. The flowers had already started to wither. It's gone, reflecting the white snow, and the dazzling red fell all over the ground.

The Spring Festival in the eighth year of Jingping was a great joy for Daning. Beiyuan was destroyed, the territory expanded, the emperor returned safely from the conquest, the eldest son was born, and there were successors. No matter which one was worth celebrating.

The emperor held a banquet in Kaiyang Palace and rewarded the ministers who made great contributions during the battle with Beiyuan. Prince Qi and Shao Mingting captured Beiyuan and made great contributions. He bestowed the title of Prince Qi on hereditary succession and the concubine Xie’s family as first-class Madam Gaoming, the five-year-old Princess Herui was promoted to Princess Herui, Shao Mingting was directly promoted from an unknown person to a fourth-rank General Xuanwei, and everyone else also received different rewards.

The emperor's health still needs to be recuperated, and he decreed that the power of the government should still be handed over to Prince Rong, the prime minister. Unlike rewarding the ministers, the emperor announced to the world how much he trusted and valued the prince with practical actions.During the emperor's departure from the capital, the performance and actions of this Prince Rong in power were enough to make all the ministers look up to him with admiration, and dare not belittle him.

In March of the eighth year of Jingping, the emperor issued an imperial decree, announcing to the world that all members of the Yueyi clan would be relocated to northern Xinjiang.The Yueyi people are very beautiful, and there are many prostitutes and actresses. When the imperial decree was first promulgated, the people's families did not dare to disobey it, but some officials took chances and did not want to let the private pets raised by the government leave until Rong Jin really ordered them to leave. Some people believed that Rong Jin was the real deal only after people dismissed the Minister of the Household Department who had been hiding the daughter of Yue Yi for two months. Some officials who raised the Yue Yi family handed her over one after another. Because of this, there were not a few people who secretly gnashed their teeth and scolded Rong Jin.This migration was not pleasant for the Yueyi people. Although there were officers and soldiers responsible for escorting and taking care of them along the way, many people stayed on the road forever during this long migration, but at the same time, it was not easy for them. It was a freshman trip. After the Yueyi tribe in Daning arrived in northern Xinjiang, they were secretly sent to the five cities of Liyang outside the customs. Later, they met with the Yueyi tribe in Xiling. They built a village and lived together. There is no discrimination in this area. The place thrived freely, and later, as the two countries opened up the mutual market and trade increased, there gradually became a scene of prosperity here.However, the Yueyi tribe still insisted on the clan rules and rarely intermarried with other clansmen.

In June of the eighth year of Jingping, Princess Yuyang, Prince Rong's younger sister, married Prince Ren to Nangong Ningge. Her reputation has been completely ruined, and it is difficult to marry, let alone marry into the prince's mansion as a princess.Rong Jin discussed with her and formally recognized her as her younger sister. Nan Gongjing was deeply grateful for her company with Rong Jin for many years, and went to Xiling for peace talks at a critical moment, and decreed to make her Princess Yuyang.

During the wedding, Yun Zhi's identity was unknown, and it was inconvenient to continue to live in Prince Ren's mansion, so Rong Jin went to pick her up to live in his own mansion for a period of time. I haven't seen her for more than two years. I thought the little girl didn't remember him much.As soon as he entered the door, the little girl tilted her head and looked at him vigorously, her mouth was pouted, and her little eyebrows were furrowed tightly.Nangong Ninge took her hand, pointed at Rong Jin and said, "This is Uncle Rong, Yunzhi will stay with Uncle Rong home for a few days, okay?"

Who knew that the little girl flicked his hand, turned around and ran over to hold Rong Jin's leg and cried loudly: "He is not Uncle Rong, this is Daddy, this is my Daddy."

Nangong Ninge was speechless, speechless.

"Daddy, where have you been? Why did you come to pick me up? Woohoo...Daddy, I miss you so much, why don't you come to see me..." Rong Jin loved this daughter already, if she hadn't taken care of her Nangong Ninge's feelings, how can he not see her for so long, now seeing her crying like this, I feel mixed feelings.

Rong Jin hugged and coaxed her for half an afternoon, said a lot of good things and promised not to leave her without seeing anyone, only then managed to stop the little girl from crying.

Before getting into the car, the little girl lay on the window and waved to Nangong Ninge, "Father, don't send it off. Daddy and I are going home. I will remember to come back to see you often."

Nangong Ningge sent them out. Hearing this sentence, he couldn't laugh or cry. It was worth the hard work of the past two years. This little girl finally remembered that he was her father. Take the rest slowly, they still have a long time get along.

The process of bringing Yunzhi to live with her went smoother than expected, and the child's intimacy and natural attitude made Rong Jin's originally tense heartstrings relax a lot.

"Daddy, where is this? Aren't we going home?" Without the help of others, Rong Jin got out of the car with Yun Zhi in her arms. The home was still beautiful, but it was clearly not the home she and Daddy used to have.

"The place we used to live in belonged to Uncle Tian Cheng, and now it has been returned to someone else. Daddy bought this place newly. From now on, Yunzhi will come here when he misses Daddy." Rong Jin's education method is that children can understand it. Within the scope, he will explain some things to the children.

Now that she has seen her father whom she has missed for a long time, the little girl is obviously not too entangled in the issue of where to live, besides, her father said before that the things used by other people must be returned, "I see, Daddy, where are the eldest brother and second brother?"

"They went to the school to study with the master, and came back after dinner. Let's go to see Ning Zhi's younger brother first."

Yun Zhi tilted his head childishly, hugged Rong Jin's neck and asked, "Brother Ning Zhi? Daddy, do I have a younger brother now?"

"Yeah, about the same age as cousin Wenger." Wenger and Ronger, Yunzhi had already met, thinking of Que Jiuzhan, Rong Jin took care of the little braids on the back of Yunzhi's head, and said with a smile: "Uncle also lives here Not far away, Yunzhi lives here, and he can visit his uncle often, and uncle misses Yunzhi very much."