Yunyue past events

Gong Ziling was reading in the study. There was no maid in the room, and the study was silent.

Yue Qian entered the study, his footsteps were very light,? Gong Ziling heard familiar footsteps, he raised his head, saw that Yue Qian came in and then lowered his head.

Everything is as usual,? Or the usual way.

After an unknown period of time, Zhao Ling finally put down the silk book in his hand, took a good rest and looked at Yue Qian.Yue Qian has been waiting for Gong Ziling to ask questions, Zheng Ming must have informed Gong Ziling about the fact that he was carrying food to Nanqili in the afternoon.

Zhaoling's slender fingers slowly rolled up the silk book, and his words were calm: "I heard that you settled your home in Nanqi?"

Yue Qian admitted: "Yes."

Zhaoling put down the half-rolled silk scroll, lowered his eyebrows, and asked after careful consideration, "Are you married?"

To buy a house and settle down, you must have a wife if you have a family.

The wife is the most intimate relationship,? Sharing the same bed, kissing each other,? What kind of woman should it be?

The wife will also be the closest person to Yueqian, because he has no other family members in this world, and his wife will be the only family member.

Yue Qian was silent for a while,? This is a non-existent thing.

But people buy homes to marry wives and have children, don’t they?

"Yue Qian, is there such a thing?" Zhao Ling raised her pretty face, her voice was cold.

If you say no, then why buy a house, if you say yes? And where did you get a wife.Yue Qian remained silent, he didn't want to lie that much, especially when facing Gongzi Ling.

Silence is the default in most cases, Zhaoling is waiting for the other party's denial, and when there is silence, gradually confirm.

"Come here!" Zhao Ling looked annoyed.

Just obeying, Yue Qian walked to the book case, Zhao Ling actually picked up the silk book and threw it at him, scolding: "Someone told you here that every time you go to the city, you will go to the West Market Restaurant to find Jiuji to have fun. Zule, where did you get the money?"

The silk script is soft and cannot cause any harm.

Yue Qian was taken aback, he had never seen an angry Zhao Ling.

"You are very brave!"

Zhao Ling grabbed another bundle of silk books from the wooden case, and made a gesture to hit Yueqian, but Yueqian stood there without moving his eyes, watching calmly and calmly.

The bundle of silk books was thrown on the ground by Zhao Ling, he looked like a person who had nowhere to get angry, his eyes were wide open, his teeth were gritted and he glared at the person in front of him.

Yue Qian opened his lips and said, "I didn't do this, and I never stole items from the warehouse."

Zhao Ling sat down, calmed down a bit, and then said slowly: "Indeed, you did not privately sell items in the warehouse."

Compared with Zheng Ming's repeated false accusations, Zhao Ling believes in Yue Qian's character more.

Zhao Ling paused and said: "You take the things I usually reward you to the West Market Restaurant to sell, right? My things all come from the palace, except for the West Market Wine Store, no one would dare to take them elsewhere."

It's too expensive, you can tell it's not an ordinary thing at first glance, so I dare not ask for it, fearing it might be stolen goods.

There is a mixed bag of fish and dragons in the wine shop, there are everyone, and there are people who do even the most absurd things there. Some rich and powerful children, after spending all their belongings, do not hesitate to pawn and sell their belongings because of gaining money or laughing for Bomei people.Therefore, there are people who specialize in quality codes in wine shops.

"Yes." Yue Qian admitted, secretly admiring.

Gong Ziling is very smart, he didn't listen to Zheng Ming's slander from the beginning, and guessed where Yue Qian's money came from.

"It's really like buying a house, buying a field, marrying a wife and buying a concubine..." Zhao Ling seemed to be talking to herself, but the tone was a bit self-deprecating.

It seems that he shouldn't be harsh on Yueqian, because it is human nature to settle down and buy a property.

The more he has no family in the world, the more he desires "home" than ordinary people.

It's just that he can't accept that the person in front of him has an intimate relationship with others, and he had a flirt with a certain woman, and his love is boundless.

Just imagining the scene of Yue Qian and others tossing each other, Zhao Ling wanted to calm down, but it was as if the sauce and vinegar in the kitchen were overturned, the sea of ​​vinegar was churning, his chest heaved, and his hands were clenched tightly.

At this time, Yue Qian didn't know what was going on in Zhao Ling's mind, but only vaguely noticed that the young master was angry, and besides pledging and selling the items he rewarded, it seemed that there was also the matter of marrying a wife.

Yue Qian defended, but his voice was not loud: "It is true that I bought a house, but I didn't marry a wife."

After the words fell, both of them fell into silence. One didn't know why he had to justify not marrying a wife; the other was a little embarrassed because of a misunderstanding.

After a long while, Zhaoling broke the silence: "From now on, you will not be allowed to sell any of the things I reward you, do you understand?"

Yue Qian responded: "Yes."

Seeing his obedience, Zhao Ling said: "I won't punish you this time, and I will never forgive you if I do the same thing next time! How can my things fall into the hands of a drunkard and hide them for others. "

The things that are rewarded belong to the recipients, even if they are sold, it is not a heinous thing.It just seems that the recipient doesn't cherish it at all, and it's a waste of the master's heart.

The more she talked, the more angry Zhao Ling said: "If you want to buy a house, I will give you money, so why sell what I give you."

Hearing this sentence, he became more and more disturbed.

He is not a plant, nor is he a stone, more or less, he can guess that Gongzi Ling has a different emotion for him.

The matter of Yue Qian buying a house and settling down seems to be the end of the story.

One evening, Zhao Ling was living in Biedi, standing upstairs and looking at the distant mountains under the glow of the sunset. The rays of light coated the mountains and the villages and farmlands at the foot of the mountains with a layer of gold, which was really beautiful.

Zhaoling was wearing a Qiluo robe, and under the sunlight, the robe showed a magnificent and charming color, reflecting his face.

Like a phoenix bathing in fire, it has a proud face, shining wings and a magnificent tail.

Tomorrow I will go back to the palace. It will take a few days to see the beautiful scenery of the suburbs in autumn.

Leaning on the railing, Zhaoling said to the people behind him: "I will return to the palace tomorrow, and I allow you to live in Nanqili for two days."

Thinking that he was in Biedi, Yueqian was by his side all day long, and he hadn't returned to the house yet.

"Thank you, Young Master." Yue Qian bowed to thank him.

A dead leaf fell on Zhao Ling's body. He flicked the dead leaf away, and his eyes fell on the village at the foot of the mountain.I don't know what kind of place Nanqili is, and what Yueqian's home looks like.

Zhaoling said leisurely: "Where is your house located in Nanqili?"

Yue Qian replied truthfully: "Youlu in Southern Qili is the head of the village school."

Zhao Ling seemed to be asking casually, but said nothing more.

In the early morning of the second day, the sky began to drizzle, and Yue Qian waited beside the carriage, watching Wei Huai drive the four-wheeler and take Gong Ziling away.The carriage moved forward slowly, and the accompanying personnel followed closely. Zhao Ling opened the curtain of the rear door by a gap, and watched Yue Qian standing outside the courtyard gate to see him off.

The carriage gradually drifted away and disappeared before Yue Qian's eyes. Yue Qian went back to the house with the servant who was also outside the courtyard to see off his master. Bedi, who had no master, looked much lonely.

It has been rainy for the past two days, and the road conditions are not very good. Wei Huai drove more carefully than usual. He was concentrating on the road leading to the South City Gate, when he suddenly heard the voice of Gongzi Ling from the carriage: "Wei Huai, turn around. Go to Nanqili."

Wei Huai felt puzzled, and just responded, "Yes, my lord."

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A heavy rain at noon made Father Chang's waist start to ache again. He put down his cattail fan and thumped his back.On the stove, the medicine pot was steaming, and the herbs were boiling in the pot, and there was a smell of medicine.

Usually it was fine, since he left Yuanyuan, he no longer had to do heavy physical work, and lived with ease. Chang's father almost forgot about his stubborn illness until the rainy day came.

Hearing someone knock on the courtyard door, Chang's father got up slowly, went out and opened the door.Father Chang knew the way of knocking on the door, he knew it was Yue Qian, and he would come over every once in a while, quite regularly.

As soon as the door was opened, it turned out that Yue Zi was driving the car.

There was a car cover to protect him from the rain, but the wind was so strong that he was still drenched in the rain.

"What are you doing here on a rainy day? On a rainy day, the old man has to come out to get wet and open the door for you." Chang's father complained, beating the old man's waist.

Yue Qian let him speak, and silently drove the car into the courtyard.

Chang's father was afraid that he would come here often and his whereabouts would be found out. It would be fine if he was caught, and he couldn't drag him down and kill him.

Yue Qian jumped out of the carriage and ran into the house to shelter from the rain, the rain was clattering.

After entering the house, Yue Qian took out a package from his bosom, threw it to Father Chang, and said, "You are Shibi (rheumatism), I bought some plasters for you from the plaster seller at the foot of the city."

Father Chang opened the package, and there were indeed some plasters inside.

Yue Qian said, "Put the ointment on the fire first to soften the ointment, and then I will apply it on for you."

"I'm too old to know how to apply medicine." Father Chang took out a piece of plaster and put it next to the stove, which kept emitting heat.

After the plaster was baked and softened, Father Chang pulled up his coat with one hand and the plaster with the other, planning to apply it himself.

Yue Qian silently took the plaster from Chang's father and helped him apply the plaster.

During their days in Yuanyuan, they often applied medicine to each other, feeling like a father and son.

While applying the medicine, Yue Qian said, "After applying the medicine, lie down and rest."

"No need, I'm not old enough yet." Father Chang patted Yue Qian's hand away, pulled off his shirt,

Father Chang took off the medicine pot that had been boiled on the stove, and put a large bamboo basket on the stove for Yue Qian to bake clothes.

The clothes on his body were soaked by the rain, and water could be wrung out. Yue Qian took off his outer robe and put it on the bamboo basket to bake. He sat by the stove, calm and composed.

Father Chang asked: "Why are you so leisurely today? Did the master not give you anything to do?"

Yue Qian turned over the clothes on the bamboo basket and roasted them, and said flatly: "Young Master Ling will return to the palace in a few days."

I seldom hear him mention Gong Ziling, he doesn't like to mention it, and Chang Fu knows that he is subdued, so he won't talk too much or ask him too much.

Father Chang and Yue Qian sat by the fireside and chatted together, and they didn't stop to beat their backs from time to time. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but they felt that the pain was much relieved, and they felt more comfortable.

Yue dived to dry his clothes and saw that the rain outside was getting less and less, so he got up and left.

Walking to the side of the carriage, Yue Qian asked, "Is there any more rice?"

Chang's father said in the room: "Didn't you just deliver a bag of rice a few days ago, what did you buy?"

Yue Qian moved down two jugs of fine wine, a bag of grain and a basket of fresh meat from the carriage, and he moved everything into the kitchen.

Seeing him going in and out of the kitchen, Chang's father babbled, "I'll just open my mouth once I've said everything, and I can't finish eating."

Yue Qian hung the basket on the wooden stand, came out of the kitchen, and said, "I'll stay for two days, for a holiday."

The so-called holidays are holidays.

Looking at this person who used to be with him in the garden for many years, Chang's father felt a little emotional, and muttered to himself: "This is not very good, there is still a holiday."

When he was an official in Yunyue country, he also had a few holidays every month.

The Yunyue Kingdom has long since perished, and people have to find a way to survive. It is much better to be an attendant to the son of the Rong Kingdom than to be a slave.

Although the brat refused to mention the young master's spirit, Chang's father saw that the young master's spirit was treated well, and the food and clothing were excellent.

To benefit the old man.

Looking at the gloomy sky, it was already afternoon, Chang's father wanted to make a big dinner and cook some appetizers, they had never had a drink together before.

At dusk, Chang's father and Yue Qian were sitting in the house drinking, and there was the sound of cars and horses passing outside the yard. Chang's father suddenly remembered something, put down his glass, and said, "A young man came to ask for directions this morning, asking how to get to Xiangxue. .”

Father Chang mentioned it because he was cautious, and he continued: "I happened to be cleaning the courtyard. I think they heard the noise and knew that someone in the courtyard came to ask for directions. If you don't open the door, it will arouse people's suspicion, so open the door. , pointed in the direction with his finger, but didn't speak."

Father Chang can speak Rongyu, but he is from Yunyue, so he speaks Rongyu with an accent.

"What kind of boy is he?" Yue Qian took a sip of his wine, feeling a little surprised, but didn't show it.

Father Chang clearly remembered the young man's appearance, he was very handsome, and he was dressed extremely luxuriously, he said: "At least he is the son of a noble official, maybe his status is more noble, not an ordinary person."

Having said that, Yue Qian already has full confidence in his heart that it is Gongzi Ling.

Naturally, Gong Ziling didn't come to ask for directions, because the local school is easy to find and conspicuous.

Yue Qian poured himself a glass of wine, and spoke plainly: "I heard that in the rural school in Nanqili, there is a famous teacher teaching. The young man who asked for directions may be a student from the city who came to learn from his teacher."

He didn't tell the truth in order not to worry Father Chang.

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