What kind of bad thoughts can my husband have?

Chapter 93 The Source of the Verse

In the evening, a night meal was reserved, and several people ate on the second floor of the Tinglan Waterside Pavilion. After the meal, they talked some more. Lin Zhao kept Yang Baojia to live here, and asked someone to set up a car to take Zhao Yi back.

After grooming, Lin Zhao was lying on the tent bed, and Yang Baojia was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling wooden window. Her face was quiet and beautiful, and her skin was as delicate as jade under the moonlight. The Tao is really hardworking, I heard that this wooden building was specially built for you."

The waves and ripples on the lake are like a mirror.

Lin Zhao didn't speak, Yang Baojia also went to bed, the two were facing each other, she remembered something, frowned, and said with some hesitation: "Ming Wei, there is something that I don't know whether I should tell you or not."

Lin Zhao raised his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"It's my cousin." Yang Baojia whispered, "When I sent her away just now, she told me that it was a little difficult to talk about." Seeing Lin Zhao's eyes burning, he said, "Today...by Fu Jichun's side The poem that girl read... my cousin said that she seems to have heard of it."

Lin Zhao blinked: "So, it's not Fu Jichun's original pen?"

"Probably not."

Yang Baojia said: "My cousin said that Xu Ruoling, in order to show his dignity in the mansion, often invites some underappreciated writers to live in the mansion. He recites poems all day long and cultivates his sentiments. I heard from Xu Ruoling that she said that this line of lovesickness is so painful, so she remembered it clearly, and said that this matter is a bit strange, you and I have a close relationship, and if I tell you, she won't tell anyone else."

"It was so."

Lin Zhao said this.

Since it was written by a scholar invited by Shi Lang's mansion, how could Fu Jichun know about it.

She turned and lay on her back, staring at the top of the bed intently.

Not long after, Yang Baojia's steady breathing sounded in her ears. Lin Zhao glanced at her and helped her pull off the brocade quilt.
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The next morning, when Yang Baojia woke up, Lin Zhao had already gone to Dongjun Terrace to greet Mrs. Xue, and Mang Zhong came up to serve her and said, "The breakfast has been set up on the first floor, and you can eat after you wash up."

Yang Baojia nodded, and asked about Lin Zhao, Mang Zhong said that the man would eat at Dongjun Terrace, so she ate it by herself first, knowing that Lin Zhao is now a young wife of a family, unlike when she was a girl in the past, she was unrestrained, Talking about it for too long will cause trouble for her, so I will go back after asking Mangzhong to take a message.

Lin Zhao came back at noon. Mrs. Xue said that Sishiting's children didn't have to go to school for a few days. It was always noisy, so I moved out of the Jackdaw House first and asked Lin Zhao to settle in.

"Go and tidy up a wing room in the backyard, and ask Xue Yong to live in it while fourth uncle is preparing for the exam. His arms are just right, and he is young and noisy. You all pay close attention to it, don't make any mistakes."

Lin Zhao instructed Mangzhong, the man was about to call the girls to clean it up, but was stopped again, seeing Lin Zhao's serious expression, he lowered his voice and said, "What's the matter, ma'am?"

"You tell Ping Lian to go."

Mangzhong's big eyes were full of puzzlement, but he did as he did. Ping Lian couldn't go up to the second floor, so Lin Zhao went down to the first floor, and the girls all packed up the wing room, only the two of them.

"You go to Jinlingfang." Lin Zhao said.

"Golden Lingfang?"

"It's the Fangshi of Xu's family, the servant of the Ministry of Industry." Lin Zhao picked up a pen and wrote on a piece of paper, "Hold this, and make sure you don't make any noise. Go and find out who wrote this."

Ping Lian took it, and there was a line of poetry written on it. He had followed Xue Dao for so many years, and he could read. He nodded and walked out steadily.

After he left, Sanqing brought Xue Yong here in the evening. He didn't need to study. The child was very happy. He played with the little girls in the building. Mang Zhong knelt in front of the desk and waited for Lin Zhao to write. He took a look: "Little The young master is really carefree."

"Children are still young." Lin Zhao licked the ink with his pen, "If we can't be carefree, we are incompetent as adults."

Mangzhong thought about this, and remembered something: "By the way, Mrs. Xu who came yesterday, I heard from people in the West Courtyard that her husband's sister will participate in the imperial election in the spring of next year."

The daughter of Zhao Yifu's family, Xu Ruoshan, Lin Zhao remembered that there was such a person, but this person only came to the house yesterday, and the girls started talking and spreading rumors, which shows that the government is not strict.

But there is Mrs. Xue on the top, and Aunt Lian on the bottom. She has no right to speak, not to mention that she has been married for almost three months, and everyone in the house has not recognized them all, let alone other courtyards, and the second uncle's house in Nanfu. .

After thinking for a while, Lin Zhao lowered his eyes and said, "I can't care about other people now. I just care about you. From now on, keep your mouth shut when you hear what you see, and just listen to it. Don't join forces."

Mang Zhong nodded, Lin Zhao could trust her, and sure enough, the little girl said: "Madam should not say this to slaves, but should say to spring equinox and autumn equinox, as well as Xiaohan."

"Since you know what I mean, just persuade them in private." Lin Zhaodao, "I'm usually good-tempered, but if I get into trouble, I'll be fined accordingly."

Mang Zhong responded, and Ping Lian from the other side of the stone bridge came back, he hugged Xue Yong who was running around, stuffed a sugar figurine into his hand, and then walked in.

Lin Zhao asked Mang Zhong to go out, and the man walked out, and exchanged a glance with Ping Lian who came in.

"How is it?" Lin Zhao asked.

Ping Lian stood with her head bowed, and said truthfully: "I went to check it, and I really found it. The poem that Madam handed over to Nu today was originally written by a man named Cheng Yanshan. Born in Shanquan County, Shenwu was a scholar in the 14-year child examination, but has been failing since then, and then entered Qingjing through some relationship, wrote many articles but remained unknown, relying only on his sour writing in various places. Eating and drinking in the mansion, and now living in the servant's mansion with a group of literary guests."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of papers and put them on the table: "Look, madam, this is the whole poem of that line, and the poem handed down by Cheng Yanshan."

Lin Zhao picked it up and flipped through it, and found that there are literary talents, but not many, and the rest of the poems are mediocre, only this poem "Bitter Lovesickness" is worth tasting.

"There was no commotion." Lin Zhao asked.

Ping Lian shook his head, he has worked for Xue Dao for many years, and he is extremely appropriate: "Madam, don't worry, this Cheng Yanshan claims to be unappreciated, these poems are recited by everyone, but they are widely circulated among those writers."

"it is good."

Lin Zhao asked him to step back, and flipped through the booklet carefully, always seeing some clues, if things were really what she thought, this Fu Jichun, she would have a solution.

"Mango seed!"

Lin Zhao called her to change her clothes and went to Dongjun Terrace. Mrs. Xue hadn't fallen asleep yet, seeing her coming, she asked with a smile if the morning food was not enough for her, and the night food was also coming.

Li Su put fruit on Lin Zhao, and said: "Young Madam, don't look at what she said, but every time you come to pay your respects, you have to let the slaves prepare the food early."

"You are talkative," Mrs. Xue said.

Lin Zhao ate, and explained why he came: "Mother, Si Shiting's daughter-in-law Zhao Xuexue sent someone to see him. He is old and has a lingering illness. I'm afraid he won't get better in a while, but Si Shiting's We can't stop, there are many young children in our house and Nan's house, so we can't be delayed because of Zhao Xuexue."

Mrs. Xue glanced: "Do you want to arrange someone?"

Lin Zhao nodded: "Yesterday, Zhao Yi, the daughter-in-law of the servant of the Ministry of Industry, and her husband Xu Ruoling's house raised a lot of writers. I heard that they are all talented people who are dissatisfied with conventional official careers and only concentrate on studying articles. Why don't my daughter-in-law go and She said that it would be appropriate to ask Xu Ruoling to recommend someone who is full of literature and ink, to come to Sishiting to teach first, and then send him a gift when Zhao Xuejiao recovers from his illness."

Mrs. Xue thought about it and let Lin Zhao make arrangements.

(End of this chapter)