The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

"Brother, what do you mean? How can someone bring his son here on Shangyuan Street."

Yun Yan replied: "..."

Xiao Bayi slapped Xiao Si on the forehead, "What nonsense are you talking about, my master has arrived, right? This is my master's little brother, I have to call him Uncle!"

"It turned out to be Mr. Zhang's brother, the little one is rude." The young man held his head, smiled, and moved his body away.

Xiao Ba glared at him, becoming more careful, bending over to hold Yun Yanhui's hand, "Uncle, look at the threshold carefully."

The look as if Yun Yan couldn't cross him back and was about to hug him. It was really heartbreaking to make Yun Yan look back.

The threshold in ancient times was also really high. Yun Yan stepped back on his short legs, feeling like he was wearing Cixi. Why was it so awkward to be held by someone?

Although it is a brothel, the inside is no different from that of an ordinary family. There are no prostitutes walking around. Only the faint sound of silk and bamboo enters the ears.

The Song Dynasty's commerce was extremely developed, and the **** industry prospered along with it. There are official prostitutes in the Jiaofang Department, which are certified by the government. The high-ranking officials kept domestic prostitutes in their homes, entertained guests, or entertained themselves. Municipal prostitutes are the most common type, and they have been sold to prostitutes for training since they were young. There is also a kind of private prostitute, which is to pick up guests at home.

Most of the first three have higher cultural accomplishments or skills. They are by no means exclusively sleeping with them. Officials are not allowed to stay overnight. More often, they participate in the social interactions of mainstream people, including participating in various official , Unofficial cultural performances.

Accompanying wine is even more common. Many restaurants have cooperative relationships with prostitutes and ask them to help sell alcohol. Any restaurant with a gardenia lamp hanging in front of the door means that there are prostitutes inside.

This gardenia lamp is a red lamp with a slightly longer shape. Yun Yan thought when he first learned about it, this is the legendary "red light district"...

Daxiangguo Temple, as the most prosperous area in Bianliang, is surrounded by prostitutes' shops. Yun Yanhui is no stranger to the scene of prostitutes with heavy make-up and waiting for the summoning of wine guests.

However, there is no contact at all to talk about, and the underlying rules are even more unknown.

Yun Yanhui has been in the market for several years, and all vendors and artists have said a few words. Only people in this industry have no friendship at all, but if they want to mix in Bianliang, they are actually very Important.

But in fact, after reaching a certain age, the people around you will not be taboo, and will gradually recognize this group.

…

Little Bashumen took Yunyan back to a room in a familiar manner, and knocked on the door.

After a while, someone inside opened the door. It was Xiao Ba’s senior brother, who greeted Yunyan back and welcomed him in.

Zhang Shanren was seated, and a beautiful woman in her thirties was sitting next to her. Seeing Yun Yan returning, she got up and saluted, "Langjun, my concubine is polite."

Yun Yan hurriedly avoided, and gave a gift, "Sister, you are polite."

The woman pursed her lips, apparently very happy with Yun Yanhui's name, Shi Shiran walked to the door, called two little girls, and served new tea.

Yun Yan sat next to Zhang Shanren, and as soon as he got on the chair, he did not consciously raise his head and look at Zhang Shanren. They all realized that the chairs here are slightly shorter and the table is a bit taller, making it embarrassing for Yun Yan, who is not tall, to come back here.

No one dared to laugh, only Zhang Shanren laughed twice, took a cushion to play it under him, and finally it was better.

Yun Yan breathed a sigh of relief, "Isn't it possible that dwarf guests are never received here?"

Zhang Shanren was taken aback, then nodded solemnly, and said to the woman: "I love you, do you hear me? I say you are not comprehensive here, you always boast."

The woman nodded dejectedly, "Mr. is right, you have to order a few high chairs when you rush Minger."

All the tea fruits came up, Zhang Shanren rejected his disciples and introduced Yun Yan back. This woman is the bustard here. She used to be a well-known Kabuki in Bianliang, but she was later transferred to Zhou Renai. Now her several daughters are also very outstanding, and she is famous in the industry.

"Today, I actually used flowers to present the Buddha. Brother, you want to invite me to drink, but this lady Zhou wants to invite you to drink." Zhang Shanren said, "I will be a middleman and ask you to eat at one place."

Yun Yanhui was a little surprised. He himself is still thinking about connecting this line a few years later. Why does anyone want to invite him to have a drink?

"I think Xiao Langjun is more suitable for tea now," Zhou Renai personally gave Yun Yan back the tea, "In fact, it is like this...I have a few daughters who have been studying poetry since childhood, and two of them are even studying. Those who have lived through Buddhism are all talented and beautiful, and they are my sister's support for the rest of my life."

She said she was a daughter, but she was actually a prostitute under her hands. She bought her mother and daughter when she was young and taught her skills.

As soon as Zhou Renai spoke, Yun Yan understood it from the bottom of his heart, took a sip of tea, and motioned her to continue.

Zhou Renai said bitterly: "Because I learned how to sing, there are also washes on weekdays to perform. The monks of Daxiangguo Temple were popular in Bianliang a few days ago. The little sisters of them went to listen to a few shows and come back. It's so muddled..."

Yun Yanhui hurriedly replied: "Sister, although I am not in Buddhism, I have been taught by the Zen Master for a long time, and I know that it is a good thing to be a prostitute, and I can't dissuade you from it."

This week Renai said that she would rely on her for the rest of her life. She also said that her daughter was muddled after listening to the vulgar story. Thinking about it, there are indeed Zen masters who drink prostitutes, and prostitutes go into emptiness or escape into emptiness. Whether it is from being good or escaping into the empty door, it is to leave the prostitution status, isn't it to stop others from doing evil?

Zhang Shanren touched his chin, "Listen to her."

Yun Yan looked back at Zhou Renai in astonishment.

Zhou Renai paused for a moment with a sad expression, and then said quietly: "Little Langjun, you think too much... If it is really a daughter who wants to be good, it is my wishful thinking, how can your old brother come to you for me? The daughter of our family does not want to be good, but to marry."

"...Is there any difference?" Yun Yan looked back confused.

Zhou Renai: "It's just because they don't want to marry someone else, it's your old master, you know the Zen master!"

Yun Yan replied: "Puff!"

Yun Yan spouted a sip of tea back.

Zhou Ren loves to wipe his mouth with his scented towel, and while slowly wiping it, he said: "I'll talk slowly, and I will tell you in detail, how can I still scare you."

Can this not be scary? ! I have lived for two lifetimes, and I have never heard of someone rushing to be an old monk and a little wife!

Yun Yan looked back at Zhang Shanren in shock, "You already knew it?"

Zhang Shanren nodded reservedly, "Beside your master, you are the only one who can reliably tell this matter. You can't tell your master directly, right?"

With a clear temper, I must have left the meeting angrily after hearing the sentence just now...

Yun Yan returned with a confused expression: "She, them, why is this!"

Zhou Renai sighed, "After reading a few Buddhist scriptures and listening to a few stories, I feel that I am a confidant with the Zen master, and I want to redeem myself as an outer room for him, to serve his husband together, and to wait for him to die."

Yun Yan's face turned pale and pale, and finally suffocated a sentence: "...has ideals."

"I'm not asking you to boast, but Mr. Zhang said you have a way. My sister dare not watch your daughters die because they miss an old mage. Xiao Langjun, save your nephews and daughters." Zhou Renai Both voice and emotion are authentic.

When Yun Yan heard the "nephews and daughters", he almost stood upright, "Well, in a few days, you take them to Zhujiaqiao Wazi to listen to the scriptures, maybe there will be a solution."

Zhou Renai was very happy for a while, "Then I would like to thank Xiao Langjun first."

"...No need." Yun Yan twitched back and said with emotion, what is this Nima called! This was simply his most bizarre experience. The old bustard was brought to the brothel when his body was less than ten years old. The old bustard actually complained to him that the oiran lady here did not think about eating and drinking for the old monk...

It was really a sin. After all, it was caused by the words written and copied by Yun Yan, and he should solve it.

Zhou Renai knew from Zhang Shanren that Yun Yan could take care of things, as long as he agreed, things would be half done, and she was happy in her heart, so she called two proud daughters to sing with the wine.

Oh, that's not right, because Lady Zhou felt that Yun Xiaolangjun had not been weaned for a few years, so she should be called to accompany her-didn't she ask someone to buy the soufflé milk tea.

Zhou Renai’s daughter was sitting next to Yun Yanhui. She was entrusted by her mother. She determined to do this errand for the happiness of her sisters. So she took out a slap-sized delicate puppet from her bag and said respectfully:" Uncle, let's play this with you boy."

The other also picked up a cup of milk pastry and twisted a piece: "Uncle, ah—"

Yun Yan replied: "..."

…

Yun Yanhui spent a "happy" evening with the young ladies in the brothel, taking advantage of the verbal advantage-think about it, a group of beautiful girls call you uncle.

Yun Yan felt that he was wrong with Zhang Shanren's peers at the time. He couldn't get off the ground at a glance, and he would never get better, and there would only be more and more juniors!

Seeing that when it was about to reach Hai, Yun Yanhui and Zhang Shanren were all fed and drunk, and they settled the bill. Because today is Zhou people who love to ask for something, they made a huge discount.

Zhang Shanren ordered two disciples, explaining that Yun Yan was sent home.

The two said goodbye, and Yun Yan led the two disciples of Zhang Shanren back.

One of them said, "Uncle, who is there to accompany the wine in your room? We were outside, but we were drinking and listening to the line chant."

At the beginning of the line is the address for the famous prostitute, another disciple said: "Do you dare to talk nonsense in front of your uncle, and be careful to go back to the master and smear your mouth with cow dung."

The man whispered: "I just want to talk..."

Yun Yan replied speechlessly. What kind of prostitutes are you talking about with a child? I want to tell you that there are two beautiful young ladies who want to play puppets with me. Why don't you make you crazy?

Yun Yan decided that he must not let them know what happened in the room.

The three of them soon walked to the vicinity of Daxiangguo Temple and walked back along the Bianhe River.

Goods traveling from north to south are transported from the Bianhe River. At this time, there are still lights on the river at night.

Yun Yan turned back and saw a light boat floating down from the upper reaches. The boat seemed to be empty. When he arrived, he was stopped aft by a parked cargo ship, and the whole ship slanted sideways. It was temporarily stuck due to the narrow waterway. Up.

The boat was so fast, and obviously there was no cargo on the boat, Yun Yan looked back and looked at it, but saw that there seemed to be a person lying on his back on the boat.

"Hey, is this a person?"

Two of Zhang Shanren’s disciples also looked around, "It seems to be..."

"Hey, Xiongtai, what are you doing?"

But the people on board did not respond.

Yun Yan returned to the stall next to borrowed a lantern, and when he turned on the light, he was still an "acquaintance". He was dragging Zheng Ling, who was inquiring about by Zhao Yunchu, to lie on the boat unconscious, his forehead was still bleeding, and there was no response. It turned out not to be asleep, but to a coma.

Yun Yan was shocked in his heart, and quickly said, "I know this person, can I get him up?"

Now that the younger uncle had requested, the two disciples naturally obeyed, turned over and jumped out of the river, helped the boat, and dragged out the half-old boy inside. One of them made the bottom, and the other stepped on him to lift Zheng Ling up.

Yun Yan grabbed Zheng Ling's hand and dragged him to the shore.

The two disciples climbed up again, all wet, "This little man seems to be in a bad situation, so he should send him to the doctor quickly."

"Excuse me, take him to Master Zhiran." Yun Yan realized that Zheng Ling and Zheng Ping were probably related by blood. Although he was a young bear, he was still a little nervous when he saw his pale face.

The two lifted Zheng Ling up and told Yun Yan to lead the way back, and send him there.

Knowing that he was doing evening classes, he suddenly heard that his disciple brought an injury, and quickly put down the wooden fish and walked out, "put people on the bed."

Knowing Zheng Ling's breath, he touched him again, and said, "The beating is so far, and I will stop the bleeding first."

Yun Yan saw it but didn't say anything bad, he was relieved, first borrowed two monk robes from Hui Chong to put on the wet Zhang Shanren disciple, and thanked him again and again.

Knowing that there, while dealing with Zheng Ling's injury, he looked at Zheng Ling's face while looking at Yun Yanhui's face, and found that Yun Yanhui didn't have the slightest expression of anxiety. Didn't he think about this young man? Looks like?

Yun Yan was thinking in his heart, Zheng Ling knew all day to cause trouble, how could he be a family with my mother? It's really weird.

Speaking of Zheng Ping, because Yun Yan returned in a panic and brought two people to bring a wounded person over, someone saw him on the road and went to inform Zheng Ping early. Therefore, in a few moments, Zheng Ping also hurried over.

Yun Yan heard Zheng Ping's voice and ran out, "Mother."

"Are you okay? Didn't I go to dinner with Mr. Zhang today, how can I bring people back." Because Yun Yan was repeatedly beaten back before, Zheng Ping was always afraid that he would be involved in violence.

"I saw someone injured on the road, so I became a good person and carried him back." Yun Yan said back.

Zheng Ping breathed a sigh of relief, "You are a good boy."

Yun Yan hesitated for a moment, and still told the truth, "Mother, the one that was rescued happened to be one of the yamen who had been inflicted on me by the fight the other day. It is the one that I said, looks a little like me."

He didn't know what Zheng Ping's attitude towards Zheng Ling would be, or he said it out and let Zheng Ping choose.

Zheng Ping was stunned for a moment, and turned her eyes to the room, as if she wanted to go in very much, but she didn't know what she was considering, so she stopped moving forward.

Yun Yan pulled her hand in, "Look, he really looks like me."

Zheng Ping couldn't help but followed Yun Yan back and came to the bed. The young man's forehead had been put on a medicine pack, and his face was a bit pale. At a glance, the outline was not exactly similar to that of Yan Ge'er.

More precisely, it is similar to someone in Zheng Ping's memory. After all, Yan Ge'er is still partly like his father.

"He..." Zheng Ping had just said a word unconsciously, but her voice awakened herself, hurriedly withdrew her expression, concealing the authenticity, "There really is such a coincidence in the world, it is indeed somewhat similar."

He came in with the medicine clearly, and when he saw Zheng Ping, he said: "Ms. Zheng came right in time. Can you help give this child some medicine?"

Zheng Ping bowed and took the medicine, "Come on with my concubine."

Yun Yan helped her back up Zheng Ling's head, and fed a spoonful of medicine into his mouth. Fortunately, he knew to swallow.

He clearly said to the side: "The rest is to see if he will have a fever tonight."

"Then the mage can rest well, and the concubine can take care of this child tonight." Even if it had nothing to do with this young man, Zheng Ping couldn't let an old man watch the night.

After reading the Shengfo, he was not polite with Zheng Ping, "Then you will work hard for Mrs. Zheng."

Yun Yanhui looked at Zheng Ping's busy schedule with cold eyes, and came to a conclusion in his heart.

As soon as Zheng Ping looked back, she happened to see Yun Yan's faint look back, and her heart jumped, and she comforted herself that Ge Yan should not understand, and said with some guilty conscience: "Brother Yan, you did a good job and saved one. People. Mother is here to take care of this little brother tonight. You go back and take Xiaobao and Shuangyi and tell them to go to bed earlier, okay?"

Yun Yan replied and nodded her head obediently, "Okay, mother, don't worry."

Caring is chaotic. Don’t talk about him. I’m afraid I can see it when I know it, but I’m still calm. Otherwise, it must be Zheng Ping to go back and let his disciples come to watch the night. .

…

Yun Yan hadn't been idle for the whole night. At this moment, he slowly walked back to his home and saw Shuangyi and Xiaobao sitting in the hall, holding his cheeks waiting for him and Zheng Ping to come back.

"Brother Yan, are you back, where's your mother?" Shuang Yi jumped off the Hu bed and looked at Yun Yan behind him.

"It's not that I brought an injured person back. Who was it, brother, did you beat someone?"

"It's your brother, my little arms and legs, who can come to the emergency room." Yun Yan rubbed his neck back, "It's the yam inside last time, which looks a bit like me. He was injured. I kindly brought it back. My mother is helping Master Ran, so I'll come back and tell you first, let's go to sleep first."

Yun Yan replied with reservations about the situation, took out the majesty of the eldest brother, and asked them to wash and sleep.

Shuangyi was a little older. Although he noticed something was wrong, he didn't say anything with Yun Yanhui's expression, and obediently did it. Xiaobao believed it, thinking that Zheng Ping was just staying there to help temporarily. He was already sleepy and rubbed his eyes, "Well...I've washed up a long time ago, and I'm waiting for you."

Xiao Bao stretched out his hand, Yun Yan crossed his arm around his arm, and lifted it into the room.

The next morning, Yun Yanhui woke up earlier than usual. After staying in bed for a second, he sat up. Seeing that Xiaobao and Shuangyi were not up, he tiptoedly cooked three breakfasts, took them and went there. .

—

Zheng Ling also woke up twice in a daze overnight, only vaguely aware that a gentle hand was touching his forehead, but he couldn't open his eyes to see the other person's face clearly.

A few rays of sunlight shone on Zheng Ling. He opened his eyes, only to feel that his strength had recovered a lot, and his head was not so dizzy. When he looked to the side, it was a woman who was lying on the edge of the bed and fell asleep.

Although he didn't see the face, it gave him a very familiar feeling. Last night, she should have been taking care of him.

Zheng Ling stared at the back of the woman's head, and was suddenly awakened by the sound of opening the door. Looking at the door, a child came in with a basket and turned around and closed the door again.

"It's you..." Zheng Ling's eyes widened, and he pointed to the child.

Yun Yan turned back at Zheng Ling, rolled his eyelids, walked gently to Zheng Ping's side, and watched her lying awkwardly on the edge of the bed to sleep, then reached out and pushed.

"Don't..." Zheng Ling wanted to say don't wake her up, let her sleep.

But when it was too late, Yun Yan pushed back, Zheng Ping was already awakened suddenly, and she sat up, still a little confused when she saw Yun Yanhui, "Brother Yan?"

"Mother, eat something and go to bed at home." Yun Yanhui said very gently.

Zheng Ling saw the woman's face clearly. Although she hadn't seen it before, she was a bit familiar, because she was similar to the child and turned out to be a mother and a child.

For a while, Zheng Ling felt an indescribable touch. He lost his mother since he was a child. The woman in front of him feels like the warmth in the arms of his mother when he was a child. Not to mention the similarity between the woman and the child, but in fact they are somewhat similar to him, so that they are closer.

"Okay." Zheng Ping replied, then looked at Zheng Ling, and said softly, "When did you wake up? Is there any discomfort in your body?"

Zheng Ling blushed and shook his head, "No...I, why am I here?"

"It was my son Yan Geer who saw that you were injured, so he took you to Daxiangguo Temple to invite the monks here for treatment." Zheng Ping seemed to know what Zheng Ling was thinking, and blocked his words first. It's also your fate. It looks like you were born without relatives and no reason. Let's forget the past, what do you think?"

Zheng Ling originally had a lot of ideas. The child planted him at the beginning, which made him very awkward afterwards, but now when the woman says it, he unconsciously takes it all in one bite, "...that's good."

I thought again, even though the woman said that they had no relatives and no reason, they should have fate. Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental that the child saved him. When he saw the family, he was close to him for no reason.

"Let's eat something." Zheng Ping took out Yunyan's reheated sesame cake and gave it to Zheng Ling to eat.

If in normal times, someone dared to eat such crude food for himself, Zheng Ling would definitely be furious and throw everything away. But now, he blushed, obediently accepted the sesame cake, and bite it down, and he felt that it was not so difficult to eat.

Zheng Ping watched Zheng Ling eat as well, and then asked him slowly and quietly, "How could you get hurt? Brother Yan found you in a small boat floating down the Bian River."

Zheng Ling murmured a few times, and said uncomfortably, "I lost the fight with the same person."

Zheng Ping frowned when she heard the words "Fight", "You kid..."

Her own son, but never fights, this child looks delicate, how can he fight hard with others.

Zheng Ling felt ashamed of the fight for the first time, and explained in a panic: "It's all those people who pick things first."

"Don't get excited, sit down, the wound will collapse." Zheng Ping pressed Zheng Ling.

Zheng Ling leaned back honestly and continued to eat sesame cakes, his eyes rolled and turned, thinking that if the woman asked again, how could she clean up all her mistakes.

"Mother, you go back soon, Shuangyi and Xiaobao are not awake yet." Yun Yan hinted back that the two children in Zheng Ping's family didn't know yet.

Zheng Ping understood, and ate a few bites of the remaining sesame cakes, "Brother Yan, you accompany this little brother. If there is something wrong, go and call Master Ran. He has already started his morning class. "

"Okay." Yun Yan replied, watching Zheng Ping leave under Zheng Ling's unwilling gaze, feeling amused in her heart.

As soon as Zheng Ping left, Zheng Ling put the Hubing down and said back to Yun Yan, "What's your name?"

Yun Yan looked at him with black and white eyes open and said nothing.

Zheng Ling stretched out his hand to pinch his shoulder and said affectionately: "Don't be afraid, let me tell you first, my name is Zheng Ling, Guan Er Zheng, dripping into Ling. What happened last time was just like what your mother said just now. , Forget it in the past. I asked your name not to retaliate against you, but to take care of you. I will be in Bianliang in the future and report my name..."

"Will you be beaten like you did last night?" Yun Yan interjected lukewarmly back.

Zheng Ling became embarrassed for a while, "Well, that was an accident. I still win more..."

Yun Yan glanced at him contemptuously.

Zheng Ling was so embarrassed that he wanted to cover Yunyan again.

Yun Yanhui finished the breakfast, wiped his mouth, looked for it, and asked him if Zheng Ling was still okay. If he got better, he didn't need someone to take care of him, so he went home.

Zheng Ling hugged Yun Yanhui's waist, "I want to go back with you!"

Yun Yan almost rushed back to the street, "What are you doing! Let go!"

"I don't like it here, I want to go to your house to rest!" Zheng Ling clung to it.

"If there was no fever last night, it would be fine, but it seems that there is no need to rest in bed, as long as you exercise less intensely. Donor, you were injured and didn't go home all night, don't you go back and report your safety?" Said slowly.

"I came out of school truant. It's okay. My family must think I'm going to school, and my husband thinks I'm going out to play." Zheng Ling said frankly. Okay, I'm going to his house."

"I tell you, my family is poor and the conditions are even worse. You can only sleep with chickens when you go." Yun Yan threatened back.

Obviously, it also echoed: "Brother Yan's house has only two rooms, and everyone is full. You can only sleep in the chicken coop."

Zheng Ling was silent for a while, tears fell from her eyes, sobbing and saying: "You know I am...yes...you still don't let me go...ooh..."

Yun Yan replied: "..."

He didn't understand why this little Ya Nei was crying. His head was smashed before and he was not so fragile. It just didn't let you follow home. As for?

Where did Yun Yan go back to know that Zheng Ling had found the sustenance of Oedipus' heart, isn't it very fragile?

Yun Yanhui looked at him coldly, and felt that Zheng Ling was pretending. Who knew that Zheng Ling's crying became more sad, and his hand loosened Yun Yanhui's waist, crying so that his body shrugged and he almost suffocated.

Yun Yan was dumbfounded, "...Don't cry, just take you back."

He was really afraid that if Zheng Ling kept crying, he would be dizzy.

Zheng Ling couldn't stop for a while, sobbing and saying, "Well, that's fine, let's go now."

Zheng Ling wiped his face, and it was the white and tender little office again. The clothes on his body had been changed into a monk robe, and it was bigger. The sleeves and trousers grew a bit, making the whole person a lot younger. Yesterday The dirty clothes of the night are in his arms.

Yun Yanhui led him back like this, and when he walked to the door of his house, he pointed to the chicken ring and said, "Go in."

Zheng Ling opened his eyes wide, "Did you really tell me to sleep with the chicken?"

"Or do you want to sleep with the bear?" Yun Yan pointed back at Beibei's site.

"..." Zheng Ling reacted and walked towards the house with a sullen face, "How dare you play with me, if not...huh."

If in peacetime, someone played Zheng Ling like this, he would definitely get angry, feel ashamed, and get revenge. But after being played twice by Yun Yan, he was even beaten last time. Although Zheng Ling was angry, he never got angry. He didn't even notice it. It was more similar to the mentality of playing a petty temper. He didn't want to beat him at all. Human violent emotions.

Yun Yan followed slowly back and opened the door.

Zheng Ping stayed all night and had already gone to bed. Shuangyi was watching Xiaobao write. The two of them were stunned when they saw Yun Yanhui and Zheng Ling come back with Zheng Ling.

Yun Yan replied: "Don't look at him. If you didn't adopt him, you just got rejected by the Master Knowing, so I rushed here to take a rest."

Zheng Ling did not correct Yun Yanhui's statement. He had seen both of them. Although they were only one side, they were very impressed with the little girl. The scene of beating Zhou Huilin was deeply imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't help it. Quite in awe.

"Is your mother resting?" Zheng Ling's eyes rolled around the room, but there was no contemptuous expression, and he lowered his voice, "Then let's not disturb her, take me to lie down."

Yun Yan took him back to his room again, and Zheng Ling's pace was a little swaying all the way, Yun Yan helped him back and let him sit on the bed.

Zheng Ling leaned against the bed and saw the tapestry decorations hanging on the wall, such as Zheng Pingjing’s Yunyanhui and Xiaobao’s calligraphy. There were also six or seven pairs, which were hung on the wall opposite the window in a patchwork manner. .

"It's so tasting, it's really thoughtful," Zheng Ling exclaimed, "My grandmother also tasted my words."

Yun Yan ignored him and took a needle out. Zheng Ling took a look and hid in the bed.

"What are you hiding? I'm not Mother Rong." Yun Yan glanced at him inexplicably and threaded the thread.

Zheng Ling: "Who is Mother Rong?" He just felt that the kid holding a needle was a bit scary, as if he was going to pierce someone.

However, it turns out that Zheng Ling was thinking too much. Yun Yanhui just helped him turn the sleeves and trouser legs twice and sew a few stitches to fix it, otherwise it would be ugly and inconvenient.

Zheng Ling treats the abdomen of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, but also defends: "I didn't expect you to use needles. It's really like a girl."

Yun Yan's face turned black at once, "Will you go out?"

"I won't say it." Zheng Ling stuck out his tongue and hugged Mrs. Zhu on the bed.

Neither of them noticed that the atmosphere was very harmonious and natural.

—

At noon, Zheng Ping got up. Seeing Zheng Ling at home, she was obviously surprised and somewhat at a loss. Thinking of Zheng Ling's young age, he hurriedly asked Shang Yunyan to make buttered snails for him.

Zheng Ling was also embarrassed to take Zheng Ping to act like a baby, and he didn't regard himself as a guest at all.

Zheng Ping and her mother cooked lunch and buttered snails. Zheng Ling almost ate the buttered snails. He also said that he had never eaten it before and liked the taste very much. Zheng Ping looked at him with a smile.

Then, Zheng Ping was concerned about Zheng Ling's other circumstances, but deliberately avoided his family situation. Even if Zheng Ling took the initiative and wanted to explore the relationship between them, Zheng Ping always mentioned them. If this is repeated, Zheng Ling knows everything.

After knowing that Zheng Ling actually played truant, Zheng Ping's face was not so good, "How can you play truant?"

Zheng Ling: "I don't want to go to class, my father always pushes me, but I only like to go to the street..."

This is wrong. Zheng Ping allowed Yun Yan not to go to school because Yun Yanhui had a clear goal and knew what he was doing, while Zheng Ling seemed to be just rebellious and playful.

"Now that I'm in good health, I still have to go back to the academy as soon as possible." Zheng Ping said solemnly.

In Chongwen of the Song Dynasty, there were many government-run private schools. Almost all government-run schools were free, or a small fee was charged for a token fee. Some were specially set up for the nobles, requiring the elders to be officials of the seventh rank or above. The academy is private, but it is now very prosperous, and it is often possible to invite contemporary Confucian scholars to teach.

The other Zheng Ling could agree, but going to school... he was really unwilling and unwilling to lie to Zheng Ling, so Ai Ai couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Mother, in that case, I'll send him back to the academy in the afternoon." Yun Yan said back to his cheeks.

Zheng Ping wanted to send it by herself, but she still considered her identity and said, "Okay, Brother Yan, you send Xiao Ling to the academy."

Zheng Ling said "Ah" and said coquettishly: "Auntie, I still have injuries on my head."

"A little injury will not hinder the lecture." Zheng Ping said lightly.

Zheng Ling's entire face wrinkled.

Zheng Ping comforted: "Don't always play truant. I can ask Brother Yan to go to the academy to give you buttered snails. Tell me what else you want to eat."

So Zheng Ling became cheerful again, hugged Yun Yan back, and promised, "Okay, okay!"

Yun Yan really couldn't stand it anymore. Zheng Ling really regarded him as a little brother. "Sit well, don't you have any bones?"

Zheng Ping went to pack some buttered snails for Zheng Ling to take back to the academy to eat. When she was in the kitchen, Zheng Ling looked at Yun Yan with a happy face, the whole style of painting was different from that of the street. Tenderness is like water, "Brother Yan, I want to treat you like a brother, you must not feel uncomfortable, I really like your family."

Yun Yan glanced at him with slanted eyes.

-However, even Yun Yan did not expect that Zheng Ling's words set a huge flag for himself.