My Wife Is A Village Tyrant

Gu Heng understood Shi Song's meaning, "I can only wait for the right opportunity to talk to Uncle Jiu again. As for uncle Jiu's decision, I don't know."

Shi Song put his hands together and nodded his gratitude. "I feel at ease with the words of Mr. Heng. The one in the backyard really... "

When it comes to Anxi, Shisong really wants to cry.

Gu Heng was amused by him.

"You are busy first. I'll go to the study and talk to Uncle Jiu."

"Yes, master Heng."

Gu Heng saw mud on his clothes, so he went back to the house to pick it up first, and then went to the study, "Ninth uncle."

Gu Qian put down his book, got up and went out, "sit outside, bring water and make tea. Just in time, the crabapple is in full bloom, so let's spend some time cooking tea, and be an elegant person. "

"OK, I'll get the water."

"Well, I'll take the tea set out."

When they were ready, uncle and nephew sat leisurely beside the stone table, boiling water in the small stove, gurgling. The wind, Begonia petals fall on the table, fall on the sandalwood tray, more a charm.

Gu Heng raised his eyes to enjoy the scenery of the back mountain, and suddenly felt that such a life was also comfortable, with a feeling of quiet years.

It's really elegant to make tea under the flowers.

"Uncle Jiu, it's a good place for you to choose. It's wonderful to live here for a short time. There is a vegetable garden nearby and a natural hunting ground behind. During the day, we plant vegetables and water flowers. At night, we plant flowers to enjoy the moon. When the weather is good, we go up the mountain to hunt. When the weather is bad, we make tea and read books in the house. "

Gu Heng tilted his mouth and said with great emotion: "this kind of day is about immortal day."

When the water on the stove boiled, Gu Qian wrapped his handle with cloth, lifted the copper pot, washed the tea set, and made tea soup gracefully.

"Do you like this ordinary pastoral life? Ah Heng, it's not like you. "

Gu Heng laughs and helps, "Uncle Jiu, you know ah Heng. It's OK to stay here for a long time. Maybe we have to wait until ah Heng is middle-aged and resigns to provide for the aged. "

Gu Heng has ambition as well as ambition.

Pastoral life, occasionally can, more is not his life.

Gu Qian poured out the tea and pushed the cup in front of him, "have a taste."

"Thank you, uncle nine." Gu Heng picked up the cup and saw that the tea soup in the cup was golden yellow. In the heat, there was a sweet smell.

He lowered his head and took a sip. He was surprised and said, "Uncle Jiu, is this Huaguo tea?"

Gu Qian nodded, a smile spilled from the corner of his mouth, "this is the flower and fruit tea that ah Qiao specially made for me. There are also some herbs that can nourish Qi and replenish blood. There are flowers and fruits with which I can't taste the medicine."

Gu Heng instantly understood Gu Qian's intention of cooking the tea.

He took another sip! Miss Zhang really has a heart. She takes care of Uncle Jiu. Even the tea she drinks is made for uncle Jiu. Nine uncle get this beauty, ah Heng is really happy

Gu Qian looked at him as if with inquiry.

Gu Heng's face is frank and he can look at it. Nine uncle secretly smile, this is his heart? For a girl, it's not beating him, it's all kinds of reminders, or warnings.

Gu Qian smiles, "she is really different."

When Jiuxi uncle came to the courtyard, he said, "they're in the backyard drinking tea."

“……” Gu Qian didn't see or hear the old God drinking his tea.

Gu Heng can only be silent.

The smile on Anxi's face froze. She lowered her head and tried to pull out the most perfect smile. Then she called: "Ninth master, can Axi call the maid who is placed in the town here? Let them help Shi Song to take care of the daily affairs of the government. "

“……” Gu Qian still ignored her.

Anxi continued to work hard and said, "I've brought four servant girls, some of whom are good at needlework, some of whom are good at cooking, and some of whom study tea ceremony. If not, they can help clean the courtyard, do the laundry and cook. "

"Shi Song."

"My Lord." When song ran out of the kitchen and saw Anxi, his eyes were full of disgust. "There's no need to cook at noon. I'll take you out to eat."

Hearing the speech, Shisong was very happy.

"Yes, sir."

Anxi also looked happy, "thank you..."

"No Gu Qian interrupted her, "I'll go with Shi Song. You and ah Heng are here."

Anxi's face froze. "Jiuye, I Can I take the people in the inn in town... "

"No!" Gu Qian drank all the tea in the cup, put down the cup heavily, got up and arranged his clothes, "Shi Song, let's go."

"Yes, sir."

Anxi opened her mouth, her face was bent, and her eyes were full of tears. She turned and looked at Gu Heng, who was sitting drinking tea. "Master Heng, do you hate me very much?"

Gu Heng nodded, "I feel so."

“……” Anxi felt that she could hear the sound of heartbreak clearly, and her tears could not help falling. She was Miss Hou Fu, and she was spoiled and grew up. How could she have been so wronged?Here, not only Gu's uncle and nephew did not give her any face, but also Shi song gave her a look.

What on earth is she doing here?

Anxi's tears didn't arouse Gu Heng's pity at all. He drank the tea in the pot leisurely and stood up to look at Anxi, who was crying with tears.

"If you are wronged, go back to the capital by yourself. What do you think of my ninth uncle? If he wants you to settle down and play tricks behind his back? If he doesn't care, do you think it's useful to stay here? Besides, I'll be a good man and tell you what my ninth uncle hates most. "

Anxi looked up at him, "Ninth master, what do you hate most?"

Gu Heng's eyes flashed across Li Guang, a word of a way: "most hate others to calculate him." With that, he left and went down to Zhangjia.

He guessed that his ninth uncle must have gone to Zhang Jia to eat.

He helped Zhang Qiao to work all morning. Should he give him a meal?

"Ah..." Ann screamed with joy.

Gu Heng heard, gougougou lips, quickly leave.

Sure enough, when Gu Heng arrived at Zhangjia, Gu Qian was already drinking tea in the courtyard. Zhang Qian opened the door and saw that it was Gu Heng. She cried with a smile, "nephew, you are coming!"

"Cough..." When song a listen, surprised, was choked by his own saliva severe cough. Little girl's courage is so fat. She's called Jiangnan Cishi's nephew.

Gu Heng after a morning of ear washing, has no response.

"Well, here we are. Shi song is not at home. No one makes lunch at home. "

"Come in. I'll have it at my house at noon, and dinner will do. However, I see that my eldest nephew is a man of principle and should not be willing to eat free food. Well, you can help us peel bamboo shoots at home in the afternoon. I'll take care of dinner. "

Zhang Qian is full of heroism.

Gu Heng has no opinion, "good!"

Zhang Qiao came out of the kitchen with a spatula in her hand. "Zhang Qian, are you itchy? Don't point at me to save you when I clean you up

"Second sister." Zhang Qian hands together, "my good second sister, you are the best, you love me the most. If my mother wants to cut me, you will be distressed and reluctant to give up. Therefore, you will certainly plead, right? "