Do you like to eat sugar and oil cakes?

When Tong Yan rushed to the north room to invite Yue Jiangxiu, he was still thrown a ruler firmly and grinned, but Yue Jiangxiu asked him to get dressed and roll to copy books, not polite at all.

By the time Tong Yan had finished copying the stack of books, it was nearly dark, and Song Linxuan had already left Tong's mansion. Tong Yan ran from the East Wing to the lobby, and saw his old mother kneeling in front of the tablet offering incense.

His Tong family did not build a special ancestral hall for the tablets of the ancestors, but placed them randomly in the lobby, and because Marshal Tong was an orphan, he could not trace his ancestral home, so only Marshal Tong's tablet was placed in the lobby.

Tong Yan didn't dare to disturb his old lady when she was offering incense, so he could only obediently stand by and wait for her to finish.

"What are you doing?" Yue Jiangxiu knew that his son was nearby, and kept moving his hands.

"Hmm... Uncle Xuan is gone?" Tong Yan asked hesitantly.

Yue Jiangxiu glanced sideways at him when he heard the words, "What's the matter, you haven't been supervised enough in the army, and you still want to chase after him for training after he leaves?"

"No, no, no, no, I'll ask the truth! Mother, have you eaten? No? I'll cook you the sweet and sour fish you want, right? I'll go right away!" Tong Yan sneered After the beating, the oil on the soles of the feet slipped away immediately.

"Hmph... I still don't understand your ignorance, father and son have the same virtue..." Yue Jiangxiu snorted, turned and went back to the north room.

More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and the day fell to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Tong Yan finally calmed down from the busy work at home, and went to visit Song's house with leisure.

After reaching the lobby of the Song Mansion with ease, the servants in the mansion said that Song Linxuan had gone to the army, Song Yuhe, the old man of the Song family, also went to relax with his old friends, and only Song Linxuan's wife was in the mansion.

Tong Yan suddenly felt bored. He didn't know Mrs. Song well, and he didn't dare to disturb him. He could only wander around the mansion by himself. As soon as he reached the moon gate leading to the West Wing, he saw a man standing in the corridor, wearing a top and a suit. The big red cloak on the ground, only a small head was exposed, holding a book in his hand, and was reading in a low voice.

Hey, beauty.

Tong Yan sighed inwardly, and immediately dodged behind a leaky window, peeping furtively.

Jiang Yuhuan was a scholar, so he was not sensitive to this kind of prying behavior, and he still chanted earnestly on the corridor. His voice was not loud, with a soft ending, not like the accent of the capital, but more like the accent of Jiangnan.

Tong Yan seemed to be bewitched by that accent, and he really couldn't move. He secretly listened to someone reciting "The Analects of Confucius" for half an hour. I went home with a little wandering pace.

For several days, Young Master Tong stayed in the Song residence. The Tong and Song families had a very close relationship. People in the Song family were not surprised by Tong Yan, but it was convenient for Tong Yan's shameful peeping behavior.

In the first few days, Tong Yan was still full of guilt, and felt that his trip was not a gentleman. After thinking hard for a few days, he comforted himself thoroughly. It was just that he had never seen such a gentle and gentle young master. On the same day, he ran to Song's house as usual.

Unknowingly, Tong Yan had been peeping at the Song Mansion for half a month. He still pretended to be casually walking towards the West Wing. Before reaching the corridor, he saw Song Linxuan walking towards him. Ghost, seeing Song Linxuan suddenly is very unnatural.

"Uncle Xuan, you are back from the army."

"Well, my father went to Kyoto recently. There was no one to take care of him at home, so he came back for a few days. As soon as he came back, my nephew fell ill. He was sent to the hospital right now. I'm going to have a look." Song Linxuan finished speaking in a hurry, left Tong Yan behind.

Tong Yan stood there for a while, then looked back at the corridor of the West Wing.

I'm sick...