Hua Nongying

From the orchid courtyard where the old lady lived to the blessing courtyard where the old lady lived, there is a vertical flower gate, which divides the city lord's mansion into a front yard and an inner courtyard, separated by a courtyard wall.Connected with the vertical flower gate is a Chaoshou corridor where people can walk and sit.

Along the way, Anbu briefly introduced the situation of the City Lord's Mansion to Song Ying. "The inner courtyard is composed of the four courtyards of spring, summer, autumn and winter and the Fuyuan. Originally, the old lady's Xiangyuan was also in the inner courtyard, but the old lady especially likes the Lanyuan, so the city owner will follow the old lady's will."

"Oh." Song Ying nodded while looking at the back of the tall and straight figure walking in front of him.

According to Anbu, now only Chunyuan lives in Huajiang's side wife Yan.Xiayuan lived in Huajiang's concubine Liu Shi.The autumn and winter courtyards are still empty.

The outer courtyards were built around the middle hall where Hua Jiang lived, surrounded by four small courtyards of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum.Huajiang's residence is called Zhongtang, but it is not a main room, but a large courtyard.

The outer courtyard was originally for the convenience of the city lord to be close to the guests when he was working, but now because of Song Ying's special status, it was inappropriate to live with all the women in the inner courtyard, so he chose the bamboo courtyard as a permanent residence.Of course, because the old lady lived in the Lanyuan of the outer courtyard, there was no difference between the outer courtyard and the inner courtyard.

The old lady is Huajiang's grandmother, an old man who is over seventy years old.Song Ying was supposed to come to the old lady's to offer tea first, but because the old man usually got up late, she went to the old lady's first.

When Hua Jiang and Song Ying entered the room, the old lady had already been served by two nuns who were about fifty years old, sitting at the head with a smile in their eyes and waiting.If it is said that the smiles of Song Qi or Hua Jiang not only express laughter, but also express other emotions.The old lady was not the case. Among all the wrinkles on her face, her eyes were the brightest.When she looked at Song Ying, her eyes were gentle and loving, and her smile was just a pure expression of emotion, which made Song Ying suddenly feel kind to the old man.

But before Song Ying kowtowed to the old man to offer tea, the old man called "Hua'er" with a smile on his face, stood up tremblingly from his seat and ran over, scaring everyone in the room to cry out.Because the two nuns didn't expect that the old lady would run out of the chair, and when they noticed, she had already jumped out, and they were powerless to pull.

Because Hua Jiang was tilting his head to give instructions to Anbu, when he heard everyone exclaimed and turned their heads, he only hated himself for not noticing for a while, his expression was twisted to the extreme, and he ran over wildly.Seeing that the old lady was about to fall to the ground, Xing Er was hugged tightly by a pair of slender arms stretched out horizontally.For a while, the room was silent, until Hua Jianghou let out a breath of fear, and the two nuns, with ashen faces, knelt down and pleaded guilty to him.

When everyone was terrified, only the old lady smiled childishly, stretched out her skinny fingertips and pulled the clothes on Song Ying's chest, calling him, "You're here, Hua'er."

flower?Song Ying missed her deceased grandma, and because of the dangerous behavior of the old man just now, she was a little scared for a while, so she blamed her in a reproachful tone, "Slow down in the future, don't run away, you almost knocked like just now! "

Before, I could still hear the sound of everyone breathing with a long sigh of relief, but now because of Song Ying's blatant accusation, everyone held their breath and did not dare to make a sound, quietly waiting for Huajiang's reaction.

Ever since Hua Jiang saw the old grandmother almost fell, his face was very foul. He not only blamed others for not taking good care of the old man, but also blamed himself for being careless.Therefore, he didn't respond much to Song Ying's words, only when he took the old lady from Song Ying's arms, he glanced at him with gratitude.In addition, Song Ying was quite flattered.

Seeing Hua Jiang coaxing the old lady back to the chair covered with a thick blanket, Song Ying said clearly, "Grandmother, Hua'er is here." a nanny.

Song Ying was surprised to find that Hua Jiang's expression was different when facing the old lady, and he couldn't describe the difference.But Hua Jiang, who wanted to punish the two nuns, had to give up because the old lady suddenly blocked them with her hand behind her.

After these tossings, when serving tea to the old lady, the old lady took Song Ying's hand and called him, Hua'er.That's right, Song Ying wasn't hallucinating. The Hua'er that the old man kept calling her wasn't... Hua'er.He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh and peeked at Hua Jiang, who was kneeling with a serious face, but was unfortunately discovered by him.

Song Ying innocently blinked at him twice, then turned her face away indifferently.

Huajiang: "..."

Grandma Zhang, who was not punished, saw that the old lady had misidentified her, so she patiently corrected her and said, "Old lady, this is the new... madam married by the young master of the city."

Song Ying once again found out sharp-eyed that Madam Zhang dragged the sound of the word "new" so long, in fact, it was to see Hua Jiang's reaction, and she added his wife after he had no reaction.Although, Song Ying was not satisfied with this title.

As soon as she heard that the new wife and the old lady were active again, she reached out and touched Song Ying's face kneeling in front of her and nodded. "It looks really beautiful!"

Nanny Yang and An Bu brought tea to Song Ying and Hua Jiang respectively. When offering tea to the old lady, the old lady drank it very quickly.The good things to send Song Ying away are no less than those given by the old lady.It was only when the two got up that the old lady recognized Hua Jiang and begged him to sit with her again.

Hua Jiang smiled dotingly, "Grandmother, Hua'er didn't say she was leaving."

If Huajiang doesn't leave, Song Ying has a hard time deciding whether to leave or not.He was a little undecided, and looked at Anbu with his eyes, and Anbe was looking at the grandparent and grandson who were interacting with each other with a smile on his face.

Thankfully, Nanny Zhang was transparent, she was very grateful for Yu Song Ying's hand that reached out before.Not only the old lady was saved from being injured, but also the two old nuns were saved from the death penalty. It is really shocking to think about it.

So she brought two more cups of tea to Hua Jiang and Song Ying respectively.Asking Song Ying to chat with the old man more, Song Ying respectfully agreed.

The old lady thought she had forgotten about Song Ying, but at some point she turned her attention to him and asked the nurse beside her for his name.Song Ying sat obediently and answered by herself.

"Come from Wushuang Castle?" The old lady said with a serious look on her face, "Who are you, Tourmaline Dust?"

"It's my mother."

The old lady nodded with a face of enlightenment, "I remember, I remember." After finishing speaking, she suddenly called Song Ying seriously, "Yinger, let me hold my great-grandson earlier."

"Pfft!!" Song Ying spewed the imported tea far away.He opened his mouth blankly and stared at the squinting and smiling old lady for a long time.

"Why are you in a daze?" Hua Jiang glared at him.

Only then did Song Ying come back to her senses, wiped her mouth and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I lost my composure, cough cough..."

Hua Jiang frowned a pair of heroic eyebrows, seeing Song Ying couldn't sit still, so he stood up and left.The old lady smiled and waved to him and said, "Come over tomorrow and have a look at me."

"Yes!"

The author has something to say:

Oops, I'm really an old lady's footsteps, and the writing is stinky and long.Too late...