afternoon tea of ​​love

People sleep soundly on happy occasions.Yang Buhui didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, it was already dawn, and the courtyard where the rain stopped and the clouds had cleared was washed away by yesterday's heavy rain. Bugui ran along the Chaoshou corridor to the kitchen where he ate yesterday, his parents were still busy in the room.

Yang Buhui stood at the door and looked at his father, who usually never touches the spring water with his fingers. At this time, his hair was casually combed into a ponytail, he was wearing a linen apron, and he was scooping up stuffing from a bowl with bamboo slices to make wontons. Squeezing and tossing again, the snow-white wontons fell into the soup pot one by one like flying birds, before the soup splashed out. The dishes were placed on the chopping board next to the mother, and the two chatted non-stop.

"The bamboo shoots are cooked, I've tasted them. The stuffing is gone, there are too many noodles." Ji Xiaofu looked into the pot with a small bowl.

"There's too much dough, I've tried my best to pack less stuffing and try not to leave any dough." Yang Xiao continued to work quickly without raising his head.

"Don't you regret washing your hands and face?" My father would find time to talk to himself when he was always busy.

"Let's talk after dinner, she can't find a place to wash her face and hands." Ji Xiaofu interrupted Yang Xiao, calling Yang Buhui to sit down.The milky white fish soup, refreshing sliced ​​bamboo shoots and wontons stuffed with fish meat, a large bowl of steaming hot, sprinkled with some pepper is indescribably delicious, Yang Buhui couldn't get enough of it.Reluctantly bidding farewell to his mother, Yang Buhui followed Yang Xiao into the hired ox cart, and returned to the house in Fenta Hutong, Dadu, step by step.

"Tonight, when you see fireworks in the direction of Wan'an Temple as a signal, get up and light the lights in the inner courtyard, and arrange people to guard the door. If the head of the village brings people over to search, first ask their identities before letting them in. If you ask me No matter where you go, you just say that I went to Wanchun Garden to meet friends, but I didn’t come back.”

"Yang Zuoshi, this fanfare is not afraid of being searched by King Ruyang."

"It is to be prepared and let them search with confidence. You live within three miles of Wan'an Temple. Wan'an Temple is on fire in the middle of the night and you can't see it? Does your night watchman wake up the master if he sees it? Do you not guard against villains to make trouble? Unless you Only when there are ghosts will they pretend not to know."

Peng Yingyu smiled and explained to Zhang Wuji, "The envoy Zuo is very thoughtful, and he is thoughtful about these things. The leader doesn't have to worry."

"Don't worry, the leader. I have asked Bu'er to take Xiao Zhao to settle in a house near the Wanchun Garden. I don't want the officers and soldiers who are searching to take the opportunity to molest the girl who hasn't left the cabinet."

"If the head of the village asks about my female relatives, just say that I visited a relative's house. Don't say anything else." After Yang Xiao ordered the subordinates of Fengzimen to repeat it, he was relieved.

"Yang Zuoshi, if the chief asks Bugui and Xiaozhao what to do." Zhang Wuji was still a little worried.

"As a servant, are you still qualified to inquire about Miss's whereabouts? The details you know are false."

Xiao Zhao basically spent the night in pancakes. It was awkward for her and Yang Buhui to be huddled together, let alone worrying about Mr. Zhang's safety, and thinking about the smile on the face of Princess Zhao Min, her heart was agitated. Yang Buhui was sound asleep with a frank and carefree feeling.I pricked up my ears to listen to the movement, but because it was very far away from Wan'an Temple, a watchman knocked on his clapper and yelled to be careful of the candles coming from afar, so I felt that the surroundings were even more silent.

When it was time for Yinmao to change, I heard the tiles on the wall being stepped on and thumped. I knew someone had climbed over the wall and over the ridge.

Hearing a woman's voice in the courtyard, she asked with some sleepiness, "Is everything all right?"

"Well, according to the original book, there is no wrong word." Hearing the voice, it was Yang Xiao, the Messenger of Light. It turned out that this was his foreign house. Xiao Zhao was surprised, and turned to see that he was still sleeping soundly. Yang Buhui sighed to himself, he was heartbroken, he didn't argue with his father's house, he had heard his mother say that Yang Buhui was a spoiled young lady, so he asked himself to be more patient, only to find out that she was a very well-behaved lady when he met him, secretly After all, he was a child of a wealthy family, and Yang Xiao was brought up very strictly. He was usually like a kitten bluffing in front of his father, and he didn't dare to go one step beyond the rules.Now living in the father's house and the concubine's room together is probably helpless.

While thinking sentimentally, the woman asked with a smile, "How's it going with Fan Yao?"

Unexpectedly, Yang Xiao replied: "Thank you! That's the welfare of your rotten girls. Fan Yao and I don't know each other." Xiao Zhao thought to himself that his mother had mentioned the relationship between the two immortals Xiaoyao, but now she said that she didn't know each other. What happened? .

Without waiting for the woman to speak, Yang Xiao started talking like beans in a bamboo tube, "I'm in Daxing... Anyway, it's Daxing. I'm used to saying that. I have prepared the carriages and horses. Now I'll take the accounts and notes and leave. It's 20 taels." You keep the money. After two days, the four or nine cities will be relaxed. Take Buer to meet me, buy some food on the road, hire a car, ask the neighbors to come and take care of the house, and... over there. I won’t take any of you guys, if you’re worried about being unsafe at night, ask Bu’er to come forward and send some people from Fengzimen over.”

While talking, he lifted the curtain and walked to the inner room. Xiao Zhao took a breath, not daring to move his breath, pretending to be in a deep sleep, when he heard Yang Xiao and the woman enter the study outside the green gauze cabinet in the inner room. After picking it up, after a while, he hurried away.

Xiao Zhao remained motionless for fear that Yang Xiao would find out that he was eavesdropping while he was breathing, and soon fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, it was already broad daylight, and he was surprised to get up and go to serve Yang Buhui to clean up, only to find that Yang Buhui had already got up and went to the back room In the wing room, Xiao Zhao discovered that the Hutong house near Wanchun Garden is very small, but two people enter the front, the front is the living room, the left one is a study room, and the green gauze cupboard is Yang Xiao's bedroom, with only one bed, one couch and one wardrobe , there are four plain gauze screens in the middle, and I didn’t look at them in a hurry yesterday; in the middle of the living room, there is a copied picture of the Snow Mountain and Xiao Temple, which seems to be Yang Xiao’s handwriting. I can still read the ten characters of "Resignationless Heaven", but the writing is soft and not like Yang Xiao's handwriting. It should belong to the hostess here. On the table in front is a pair of vases with asters and sweet-scented osmanthus flowers. Next to them are two chairs. There are four high-ranking chairs in a row below, and a heater is placed in the middle.After passing the hall and lifting the curtain, I found a small living room, only a kang with pillows and a small table on it, and an antique shelf on the opposite side, with all kinds of strange items on it, mostly stones of various colors and sporadic items.

Xiao Zhao hurriedly looked around the room, found no one and did not dare to stay, walked to the back, walked along the corridor, and found that Yang Buhui was chatting with a middle-aged beautiful woman in her thirties under the wisteria trellis behind. As he spoke, he looked intimate, and he didn't dare to go up hastily, so he walked closer and stood still with his hands down.

The middle-aged beautiful woman looked back at Xiao Zhao from head to toe, and with a smile in her eyes, she beckoned her to sit down, then turned to serve the meal, Xiao Zhao glanced around, the rocking chair under the shed was obviously the owner's, this square table He and the stool were taken out temporarily, and he didn't dare not sit down, so he picked up his hand and sat down obediently, because the owner didn't dare to go into the house without greeting, and while he was swinging from side to side, Yang Buhui was holding the cake and side dishes, so beautiful The woman came out with porridge and greeted Xiao Zhao to eat.

Xiao Zhao just eats in silence, and Yang Buhui leads her to wash up after eating. Yang Buhui takes her into the wing room, sits in front of the dressing table and rummages through the jewelry box, picking out hairpins, and casually says to her: "Is my mother's cooking delicious?"

With a shake of his hand, Xiao Zhao dropped the jasper hairpin on the ground and hurriedly bent over to pick it up to check. Fortunately, it was not broken, but he was too frightened to speak.

Yang Buhui's mother died at the hands of extermination, this is what his mother told him, how could it be fake, but during the meal just now, Xiao Zhao only felt that Yang Buhui and the beautiful woman were [-] to [-]% similar, and the two had an intimate attitude , feeling faintly uneasy, unexpectedly, Yang Buhui said it indifferently, what his mother said was even more unimaginable, Xiao Zhao felt uneasy thinking of this.

When I suddenly remembered, these two people must have met each other before, and the woman I heard at that time was Ji Xiaofu.

The night was cold and damp, Xiao Zhao had a light sleep, and was not used to being in the space surrounded by horses and carriages in the wasteland. The carriage was still warm, and it was very convenient to lie in a sleeping bag. Yang Buhui.

At this time, Xiao Zhao heard the two people talking not far away, Xiao Zhao's internal strength was not strong enough, but he could hear clearly in the silence of the night.

The voice was Yang Buhui's mother talking. "You don't sleep so late."

Yang Xiao hummed wearily, and replied after a while: "There are still books from various places that I haven't finished reading. My eyes hurt from reading."

"You bring a few bundles of firewood, sit on the blanket, and it's cold on the dewy ground at night." After Yang Xiao finished speaking, Ji Xiaofu should have followed suit, and the crackling of the fire became denser.

"Mingjiao really doesn't have any available manpower, I'm not bragging. If it can be fired, Dai Qisi will be the first to fire. This kind of employee who will kill you three thousand is simply a nightmare for every major company."

"Why do you think Daikis went to Emei's place to make trouble? What's the matter with her?"

"Bullying the weak and fearing the hard, no, she doesn't have the ability to distinguish between the soft and the hard, she's hysterical! She probably thinks she can walk the world with her face and pass the level with her cuteness."

"Fan Yao is also your gay friend and colleague after all, don't hurt his goddess like this, at least give me some face."

"Fan Yao and I are not on the same boat. Really. Think about it yourself. The water is boiling, take that pot, there is tea in it."

Yang Xiao should simply put aside the business in hand and chat with Ji Xiaofu.

"Fan Yao is obviously the leader's wife. Otherwise, why didn't he tell the leader directly when he saw Daikis propose? Curve to save the country and find the leader's wife?"

Hearing the old stories here, Xiao Zhao lost all sleepiness, pretended to sleep with his eyes closed and eavesdropped.

"Because Fan Yao is more favored by the leader's wife, it is more effective to ask the wife to blow the pillow wind."

"So Fan Yao is the confidant of the leader's wife, and then the leader's wife and the leader have the same heart, and the same heart is also with Cheng Kun in Mingjiao Secret Dao Heavenly King Gai Dihu?"

"You mean, you are really the illegitimate son of the leader?" The question was so straightforward that Xiao Zhao fell asleep for a while, his eyes widened, waiting for Yang Xiao's reaction.

Unexpectedly, Yang Xiao just snorted and said, "I am the king of my own world."

"So if Daikis married Fan Yao, wouldn't it be more convenient to steal the cheats?!"

"Daikis's head has always been in a state of being poured into the Pacific Ocean, and you don't know it. First of all, as a spy hired by the Persian Ming Cult, you have a bit of responsibility. You will give me the benefits you received when you were a saint. Give it back, if you are sent to us to do a task, you should do it honestly. If you can’t do it, it’s a matter of ability, and if you run away halfway, it’s a matter of attitude. In the end, Butterfly Valley went crazy with Hu Qingniu, everyone So busy, who has nothing to do to spoil you, and it's not your mother."

"But at Butterfly Valley, isn't it a bit too much for Hu Qingniu not to treat him?"

"What's too much, logically speaking! If you don't register, you haven't signed a medical contract. Of course, the doctor has the right to refuse to see a doctor."

"Then what about the four words of saving lives and helping the wounded?"

"Healing the wounded and saving lives is a moral requirement. Hu Qingniu can also directly say that my medical skills are not enough and I can't be cured. I should eat and drink as soon as possible when I go home. You still care about the doctor's medical skills? Is not good medical skills and can't cure you? You broke the law? "

"You're talking about the legal aspect, Daikis certainly doesn't think so."

"Yes! The medical doctor's logical thinking is not on the same channel as ours."

"As soon as you said that Zhang Wuji became an illegal medical practitioner?! Treating disabled Chang Yuchun, is it considered a medical accident? Do you want to pay for it?"

"Zhang Wuji was only ten years old at the time, and he was an incapable person. Besides, he and Chang Yuchun had no medical agreement, of course not. Even if something happened, his guardian was responsible for the compensation."

"Zhang Wuji's parents are dead, where is the guardian?"

"Zhang Wuji lived in Wudang for a long time at that time. Although the Wudang faction has no blood relationship with him and is not considered a direct relative, it can be regarded as a street neighborhood committee, and it is also a guardian."

"Isn't Zhang Wuji Xie Xun's godson? Why isn't Xie Xun's godfather his guardian?"

"The adoption relationship needs to be notarized! You just say you are his godson, but I also say that I am Yang Guo's godson."

"Yang Zuoshi, can you change someone else to be your godfather? If Yang Guo lived to be 130 years old...you will not be able to keep up with being a godson. Don't roll your eyes, am I wrong?"

"Your old man is right!"