Tong Jia anecdote

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"It's okay if I don't leave. You can move to the study during these days." Before Tong Jiu could speak, Ji Lan raised his voice and said to the outside, "Hong Xiao, come in and pick up your master's things and move them out."

Seeing Ji Lan being so decisive, Tong Jiu will only make her feel more disgusted if she keeps pestering her like this.So, he had to hang his head down on the kang to pick up Bu Huo, looked at Ji Lan who was not looking at him, and went silently to the study.

Later, after Hongxiao settled down, she came to the main room to answer.

"Sit down." Ji Lan was still leaning against the warm wall and sitting on the top of the kang. The table and the kang were piled up with various ledgers at some point, so that the kang without Tong Jiu's bedding didn't look so empty. swing.

Seeing Ji Lan's calm expression, Hong Xiao walked over and sat down beside Kang Yan'er.

"About Shiliting, I just listened to what Xiaomi said when he came back. Now that you're here, let's talk about it too." Ji Lan took the teacup on the table and buried her head in the tea ceremony, "She and That Mu Yun, what's going on today."

When Hongxiao saw Ji Lan mentioning Mu Yun, she frowned tightly, although she was vaguely blocking the lid of the cup, she could still hear some signs of irritability from the pause between her words.

"There's nothing to say, it's just that the two met in front of the grave, and Jiu Ge'er lost his mind." Hong Xiao sighed, and said, "Speaking of which, Miss Biao is only half a year older than Jiu Ge'er. The situation in Guan's family is what you, Madam, have experienced in the past. Looking at it-it really makes people feel distressed. "

"I saw a few red marks on the back of her neck. You whipped her before she came back?" Ji Lan put down the tea bowl, looked deeply at Hong Xiao, and asked.

"I beat her not because she didn't come back." Hong Xiao looked at Ji Lan and said frankly, "Because I know that even if I don't pull her back today, she will come back sooner or later. No matter what she was like with Miss Biao in the past, her love for you, Madam, is true."

Hong Xiao said again, "I hit her because I was in a hurry. I was afraid that they would be spread by someone with evil intentions on the road. If Bomuer died like this, the Guan family was holding their breath and didn't know who to follow." Well, I don’t want Brother Jiu to enter the clan’s mansion again for someone else. I can’t bear that person’s fear.”

Hearing the patriarchal residence, Ji Lan was a little dazed for a while, then withdrew his gaze from Hong Xiao, and stopped talking.

Seeing that she didn't want to talk any more, Hongxiao got up and said, "Madam, Brother Nine has been such a weak temper since he was a child. It wasn't just for Miss Biao. Anyway, I'm bringing you Come back, if you just push her out like this, then I, a servant, have nothing to do."

After finishing speaking, Wei Wei gave a blessing, turned around and went out.

But on Ji Lan's side, his mind was still immersed in the scene when Tong Jiu and himself were interrogated in the clan mansion that day.

Tong Jiu's words lingered in my ears, "It doesn't matter where the clan's mansion is, I have never been there before. I thought you were inside, but I was not afraid in my heart. Even if the skin is really peeled off, it is mine, anyway. I'm already so rough."

Even though it was all kinds of anger, it finally turned into a sigh.

Besides, Tong Jiu entered the study depressed and unhappy, Hong Xiao made the bed with a calm face similar to that of Ji Lan, turned around and left.Tong Jiu put the cloth tiger on the bedside and looked at the deserted study.Hearing the noise of the servants hanging lanterns outside the window, my heart was in a mess and worried.

He took off the warm hat on his head and rubbed his braids back and forth, only to feel a burning pain on the back of his neck.He took out a bronze mirror behind his back, but he couldn't see it because he was awkward, and he didn't know what kind of injury he was, so he threw the mirror on the desk in frustration, and sighed.

After sitting in a daze for a moment, someone informed that Dagula was coming.It's nothing important, but he will be thirty tomorrow, and Su Le and the others will stop learning horses, so he will have no interest.

"This is my newly brewed kumiss. We can't wait until the White Festival, so let's drink it first." A few days ago, the mare in the house gave birth to a foal, and Dagula brewed kumiss.

After speaking, he threw the water bag containing the wine on the table, and poured the leftover tea in Tong Jiu's tea bowl on the ground. Tong Jiu happily said, "Try it, how about it."

Tong Jiu took a sip, stuck out her tongue, and said bluntly in Mongolian, "Dakula, this is not the worst kumiss I've ever had."

"Hahaha, this is the first time I brew." Dagula laughed and said, "When I was in the grassland, it was always my Eji brew. I drank it every day, and I didn't feel anything. These days when I came out, it was Baijie. I miss them a little in my heart, and I miss the wine made by Erji."

Tong Jiu drank a few sips of wine silently, and said in a deep voice, "I go to Horqin every year, and I think my mother-in-law is there. I like to saddle my horse proudly on the Horqin grassland, smile at the blue sky on the grassland, and look at the grassland. Talk to the river above. Because, I think Er Niang can see and hear."

If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone is intoxicated. Although there is not much wine, there is too much for the two of them.

"I like to go nomadic on the grasslands. During the day, herding horses and sheep, drinking and eating meat at night, singing and dancing around the bonfire. I use the sky as my cover and the earth as my hut." Tong Jiu was talking drunk while holding a wine bowl, and said with a smirk, " Tired from dancing, it was cold, and when I returned to the yurt, someone held a bowl of hot milk tea in my hand."

She tilted her head and thought for a while, nodded with moist eyes, took a sip of wine, and said, "Dakula, have you ever seen a person suddenly wherever you go. Look at her frowns and smiles, you There will be many memories of the past in your mind. But when you regain your senses, she is still her, and you are still you, but there is nothing you can do—"

Tong Jiu waved his hands, lowered his head and smiled, but tears fell down.

Dagula said, "Anda, close your eyes now, and imagine that there is a large expanse of grassland, and your yurt is next to Changshengtian. You dismount and walk into the yurt, and you can smell the aroma of milk tea and hand-held meat. The milk stove There is a beautiful girl next to her, do you see that?"

Tong Jiu closed her eyes, nodded, and said, "I see."

"What kind of girl is she, do you know her?" Dagula took a sip of wine.

Tong Jiu said in a daze, "It's a girl in a red Mongolian robe, Nuen Jiya."

"Go to whoever you see." After speaking, Dagula sang the ancient and desolate Mongolian folk song Nuengiya through his alcoholism.

Ji Lan looked at the account book for a while, and became more and more upset. All he could think about was Fuchami's words and Hongxiao's words.

"What an enemy—" He sighed in his heart, dropped the account book in his hand, the light in the room dimmed, and it was already time to light the lamp.

Then he said to Fu Chaqin who had been walking around by his side all afternoon, "Let's hold the lamp."

Fu Chaqin called a few maidservants to come in to add oil and light the lamps.

Ji Lan asked casually, "What is she—what is she doing now?"

"Jiuye? You're drinking with Xiangyu from the prairie." Fu Chaqin hurriedly replied, "I've been drinking for a long time. Jiuye is always so indifferent, and he still sits on the ground in such a cold day."

Seeing that Ji Lan didn't say anything, Fu Chaqin poured some water into the teacup for her, and said, "Master, actually, Master Nine, he is willing to listen to anything you say. But if you treat him coldly like this, he will inevitably feel awkward. And don't pay attention to your body."

"Is she uncomfortable? If she has a long heart, she won't do such a thing!" Hearing that Fu Chaqin came to speak for Tong Jiu again, he got off the kang angrily, put on his shoes and said, "I'm here She was so angry, but she was fine, and even drank with someone. Her heart was eaten by dogs!"

Fu Chaqin hurriedly brought Ji Lan's long coat, and while helping her put it on, he said, "That's right, this Ninth Master, if no one is in charge, he will be lawless. You go and have a look, maybe you will be drunk this time." What's up?"

Ji Lan tilted his head and said, "When did I say I was going?"

Fu Chaqin had already taken a cloak and put it on her, persuading her, "Master, you sighed all the time in the afternoon. Master Jiu knew that he was wrong, and he didn't dare to say anything because you were so arrogant. No. How can a husband and wife have an overnight feud, if you raise your hand to accommodate him this time, he will think you are even better. "

Thus, Ji Lan was half-pushed by Fu Chaqin out of the main room and went to the study.

No matter how far away you can hear Dagula singing, Ji Lan listened carefully, it was the folk song that Tong Jiu sang on the day the two got married.

"I have Mongolian blood on my body. You have to get used to me, not only wearing such beautiful clothes, but also here." Thinking of the day when the two of them were walking, Tong Jiu put the clothes on her body and drank a lot of wine Angry, he turned his head and talked to himself, pointing his head playfully.

Ji Lan pushed open the door, the room smelled heavily of alcohol mixed with mutton, Tong Jiu and Dagula were sitting cross-legged on the ground, drinking wine.

Seeing Ji Lan approaching, Tong Jiu blinked her sleepy drunken eyes, elbowed Dagula, and shouted, "Look, this is my Nuoengiya." After speaking, she rubbed her eyes, no Xie said, "Huh? You were still wearing a red robe just now."

Ji Lan's tongue grew loose when he heard her speak, and he sighed.He stretched out his hand to Tong Jiu who was sitting on the ground, and said, "Come back with me."

"Hey!" Tong Jiu responded happily, got up from the ground, took Ji Lan's hand, and said stupidly, "Aji, have we made milk tea today?"

"Yeah." Ji Lan angrily helped Tong Jiu, who walked a bit frivolously, and walked out. She really didn't want to stay for a moment longer in the stale air in the study.

"I still want to eat jerky, and I want a small scalper." Tong Jiu stumblingly followed Ji Lan out of the study door.

"Yeah." Ji Lan suppressed the anger in her heart, feeling that she was getting heavier after walking a few steps, and Tong Jiu leaned on her tightly.

Thinking she was playing some rascal again, Ji Lan tilted her head and glared at Tong Jiu, only to find that Tong Jiu couldn't open her sleepy eyes, and leaned into her arms with her mouth pouting.

Seeing the moonlight shining on her face, Ji Lan's heart, which had been noisy for most of the day, instantly became quiet.

He caressed the frowning person in his arms, maybe his cheeks were a little hot because of drinking, facing this person who made him both angry and loved, even his heart of steel became soft around his fingers.

Thus, Tong Jiu was dragged and dragged by Ji Lan and thrown back onto the kang in the main room.

"I must have owed you in my previous life." Ji Lan wiped her face heavily, and when she wiped her neck, she remembered her wound from being beaten by Hong Xiao, and caressed her distressedly.

The author has something to say: because the moon is the fault of listening to the code, as a result, the result is soft