The remnants of the pond swayed gently on the blue waves, the white clouds floated freely outside the high walls, and the sky was clear and distant.

A tree of osmanthus blooms at the water's edge, the fine fragrance wafts in the autumn wind, between the antique cornices and arches, there are occasionally scattered petals drifting by, drifting straight to the rockery full of ancient vines, and disappearing in the sparse bamboo forest.

The warm autumn sun sprinkled into the pavilion, and Yang Yi was wearing a wide regular suit, lying comfortably on the bamboo tuan, with his head resting on the legs of Qin Cao.

There was a piano table in front of the piano exercise, her slender jade fingers flicked slowly, and an ethereal and indifferent singing voice floated out of her mouth:

What is Bilvi? The Glory of Normalcy.

What is Belus? A gentleman's car.

Rong car driving, four peony industry.

How dare you settle down, three victories in January.

…… In the past, I went back, and the willows followed.

Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

The way is slow, thirsty and hungry.

My heart is sad, and I don't know how to mourn.

Yang Yi set out from February to August, and the strong northwest sun tanned his skin a lot.

Qin Cao sang, looking at his tanned face a little distressed, the spring onion-like delicate jade fingers left the strings, helping him to gently rub his forehead and temples on both sides.

Yang Yi had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Qin Cao was a confidant, and the song "Cai Wei" he sang was in line with the scene and his state of mind.

He recited softly: "The other is separated, the other is the seedling." The line is vigorous, and the center is shaky. Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who do not know me say what I want. Who is this? ”

Qin Cao didn't speak, looking at him with eyes as gentle as water.

She was wearing a purple flower-inlaid heart-shaped robe, with a crested jade hairpin in her hair bun, her eyes were shining, her jade lips were warm and moist, and with the hands of her hands, her body exuded a faint fragrance like an orchid and musk.

"Qin'er, get a little harder, you're so gentle, I'm about to fall asleep."

"If Yang Lang is sleepy, go to sleep, Yang Lang may not have slept soundly in the past few months." Although Qin Cao said this, he still obediently increased his strength.

Because she has been practicing in the mountains for several years, she always has a calm demeanor like a chrysanthemum, and the beauty that emanates from her eyebrows is like a plain red leaf through frost, which is both moving and distant, just like an autumn poem.

"Qin'er, in you, I can always feel the kind of autumn rhyme that separates the red dust for thirty miles, and the white clouds and red leaves are leisurely, marrying you home, making me feel as if I am defiling a clean autumn mountain and clear water."

"Yang Lang, don't say that, this really makes the concubine feel ashamed. Being able to accompany Yang Lang in this life is a blessing that the concubine has cultivated for several lifetimes......"

Yang Yi raised her hand and gently covered her lips to prevent her from continuing, compared with Xiang Xian and the others, Qin Cao has the most self-esteem and the most fragile heart.

Her heart is a small lonely castle, the window only allows a ray of sunlight to penetrate, and she cherishes this ray of sunshine so much, taking it as the whole of life.

"Qin'er, I saw a kind of tree in the northwest, it grows in the desert, its posture is not upright, but in the desert where death is also afraid, this kind of tree grows tenaciously, its weak posture contains unparalleled resilience, bringing the green of life to the harsh desert."

"Yang Lang is talking about poplar, right?"

"Hehe, that's right, Populus euphratica does not die for a thousand years, it does not fall down after a thousand years of death, it is immortal for a thousand years, it is as beautiful as a willow, but it has an incomparable resilience of a willow."

Qin Cao listened thoughtfully, and his beautiful eyes slowly floated with a layer of mist.

"Thank you Yang Lang!" Jean Cao bent down emotionally and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

A cool autumn breeze blew outside the pavilion, and the fragrance of osmanthus filled the courtyard. Yang Yi moved his head up, pressed against her lower abdomen and said, "Qin'er, your sister Bi'er is finally pregnant this time, shouldn't you also work harder." ”

"The concubine also wants to be!" Qin Caofu helped him massage his head again, and when she mentioned Han Bi'er's pregnancy, she couldn't help laughing: "Yang Lang doesn't know, my sister didn't believe in Buddhism before, but since she was pregnant, she went to the temple to burn incense in three days, and asked her to return a jade Guanyin to offer, and asked the concubine to teach her to recite the Diamond Sutra, which is very pious!" ”

"Hehe, it's really, another temporary cramming, how can our Yang family get rid of this kind of person, hahaha......"

"Yang Lang don't laugh at his sister, my sister can achieve her wish this time, which is understandable."

Yang Yi said: "Don't help her speak, there is already a Taoist temple at home, I don't want to have another small temple, by the way, the Taoist temple at home is not clearly for the Sanqing patriarch, Bi'er please return a Guanyin, this is not willing to seek the near and far!" ”

"The monks who came from afar will chant the scriptures, Yang Lang won't have heard of it, right?" In addition to being happy, Qin Cao also had a bit of humor.

"Hahaha, that's right, as far as Lin Miao's fake Taoist priest, it's not strange that Bi'er doesn't believe it, but she's not afraid that Guanyin and Taishang Laojun will fight for territory?"

"Amitabha, sin, sin." Qin Cao felt that it was very inappropriate to joke about the gods and Buddhas like this, and couldn't help but recite the Buddha's name.

Yang Yi suddenly remembered Li Xiangxian, and felt even more funny in his heart, and couldn't help laughing again: "Qin'er probably doesn't know, in addition to the two families of Buddhism and Taoism, we also have a former saint daughter of the Bright God Sect in our family, if you count the Confucian female disciple of Qingniang, our family can really be said to be a third-rate and nine sects, messy, messy!" Hahaha......"

I couldn't read the Buddha this time, but threw myself into his arms and laughed softly.

At this time, Xiang Xian happened to lead the Yang family's iron egg to come over, and when he saw the two of them laughing together, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Yang Lang, what are you laughing at?" ”

Before Yang Yi could answer, Tie Dan Ya saw red wine poured into the glass by the bamboo side, and shouted with a finger of his little hand: "Eat, eat, eat." ”

He was almost two years old, could pronounce simple syllables, and could barely walk a few steps. Yang Yi got up and hugged him over and coaxed: "Son, be good, call Daddy, and I'll give you wine." ”

"Eat, eat, eat." Tie Dan Ya did not appreciate it at all, and only had wine in his eyes.

"It's against you!" Yang Yi took the glass and drank the wine.

Tie Dan Yanei watched, saliva squirmed at the corner of his mouth, and the little appearance was about to cry, Yang Yi threatened again: "Call Daddy, call Daddy quickly, and I'll give you food if I call Daddy." ”

"Eat, eat, eat......" Tie Dan Yanai pointed to the wine bottle by the bamboo and struggled to grab it.

"I know how to eat when I see you!" Yang Yi was so angry that he was going to beat up this unfilial son.

As a result, Xiang Xian and Qin Cao rushed over and snatched the person away, and the two beauties each gave him a roll of the eyes.

Li Xiangxian said angrily: "Yang Lang, you have been gone for more than half a year, Da Lang is inevitably a little strange to you, won't it be good to wait for a few days?" ”

"It's okay, then I'll drink it in a few days, Qin'er, you ......"

Yang Yi was about to take the wine jug and pour the wine, but Qin Cao snatched the wine jug lightly, then took his own cup, poured a little to Tie Dan Yanei, and coaxed softly: "Come, Da Lang, just a little, you are still young, you can't drink more." ”

The kid quickly finished the wine, then looked at the flask again, and shouted: "Mother, mother......"

Yang Yi also knew that his son would not be called Erniang and Sanniang, and would only spit out a monosyllable, but he looked at the appearance of the wine pot calling his mother with his eyes, which still reminded Yang Yi of the word 'milk is mother', and he couldn't help but be funny and angry.

This piano exercise is embarrassed, give him a drink, wine is wine after all, it is always bad for a child to drink too much, don't give him a drink, that little pitiful appearance is strange and painful.

"Da Lang is good, I can't drink anymore, wait for the big mother to scold!" Xiangxian also helped persuade her, the so-called big mother is the meaning of grandma, and the Song people call grandmother mother or big mother.

Yang Yi was silent, wanting to see if they would compromise with that kid in the end, there are many women in the family, and the son grows up in the hands of women, Yang Yi has always been worried about being spoiled!

Without waiting for Xiang Xian and Qin Cao to compromise, Thirteen Niang came back, she combed her palace hair, she looked dignified and beautiful, and she knew what was going on when she came to the pavilion.

She said indifferently: "The two sisters don't care, give him a drink, half a cup is fine." ”

Ooh! It's quite arrogant!

Remembering that Qing Niang said that Thirteen Niang was drinking wine for her son behind Yang's back, Yang Yi couldn't help but sigh secretly, this is really a mother...... Yang Yi suddenly remembered the matter of throwing seedlings, and hurriedly asked, "Lady, how is the harvest in Hangzhou?" ”

Thirteen Niang replied lightly: "There is no harvest at all." ”

Yang Yi was surprised, how could this be?

Could it be that in the Song Dynasty, the seedlings could not be thrown?

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Thirteen Niang saw that his brows were deep, and everyone stood up, so she smiled and said, "Official, what are you nervous about?" Our family doesn't expect that harvest. ”

As soon as he saw Thirteen Niang's appearance, Yang Yi knew that she was a "demon" again, Yang Yi put his arm around her thin waist, pinched her chin and said fiercely: "Lady, what crime should you be guilty of daring to deceive as a husband?" ”

Qin Cao and Xiang Xian looked at it, and Thirteen Niang was a little embarrassed: "Official, the concubine didn't lie to you, you listen to me finish speaking!" I only said that it was confiscated at home, but not in the field. ”

"Huh? It's not really recruited! ”

"Official, you let go of others first, okay, okay, I say! I say! When the seedlings were just thrown into the field, they were messy and crooked, and the tenants couldn't stand it, crying and crying to reinsert them, Uncle Li had to tell them that they would not collect their rent this year, and if the fields were confiscated, they would be responsible for their rations for a year. Official, you see, the concubine didn't lie to you, right? Our family really didn't succeed in Hangzhou this year. ”

Yang Yi smiled extremely softly and said considerately: "Then may I ask the lady, how is the harvest of the tenants?" ”

"It's about one bucket more per mu than in previous years....... hmm...... Hmmm......"

Yang Yi didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and unceremoniously sealed her mouth, Thirteen Niang couldn't open it, and her pretty face was bright red.

Xiang Xian and Qin Cao knew the opportunity very well, and ran away with the Yang family's iron eggs.

Thirteen Niang's slender jade fingers touched his waist, and was immediately caught by Yang Yi, and attracted Yang Yi's more intense plunder, kissing Thirteen Niang out of breath, Yang Yi let go of her.

"Hmph, official, you are a scoundrel, the concubine body has already been said, you are still ......"

"The question is, did I promise not to punish you?"

"You scoundrel! You scoundrel......" Thirteen Niang didn't follow, and her pink fist went straight to him.

Yang Yi laughed, hugged her slender waist and leaned against the edge of the pavilion together, watching the residual lotus dragging the water, and the autumn sound on the leaves...... Yang Yi knew that he was out on the battlefield, how could the women in the family not be worried, probably because he couldn't sleep well for a few months, and Thirteen Niang was thinner than before.

"There are legends everywhere outside that the official is the reincarnation of the champion Hou, the official, the concubine doesn't want you to make much credit, as long as you come back safely."

"Aren't I back, official? Don't worry! ”

"Hmm."

After a few words, the two stopped talking, and snuggled quietly, looking at the white clouds outside the wall and the blue sky outside the clouds......

(To be continued)