late snow

one year later.

Southwest Sifang City.

"...King Duankang did not hesitate to save people, and Princess Duan followed closely. The husband and wife were both buried in the sea of ​​fire. His Majesty held a state funeral for them and buried them in the imperial tomb." The scholar in green said with emotion: "Prince Duan these years Although the act is absurd, the couple are noble and pure, which is really regrettable."

"Your Majesty values ​​love and righteousness. King Duankang and his wife are so righteous, we really feel ashamed." Another scholar said, "But when will King Duankang get married?"

"It is said that he met Princess Duankang when he was traveling among the people. The two fell in love and became husband and wife." The Qingshan scholar said: "At that time, they were just married, and they encountered such a catastrophe."

"It's a pity..."

Here they lamented the tragic deeds of Duankang Wang and his wife. There were two young men in their early thirties sitting at the next table. do.

"Leave a scar on your face." One of them touched the other's face and frowned.

The other person was originally expressionless, but he smiled at him when he heard the words, "It's disfigured, do you want more?"

"Of course." The other party glared at him, "It looks good too."

The two scholars next to him turned their heads away with disdainful faces, and the scholar in green shirt raised his sleeve to cover his face and mouthed to his companion: "Broken, sleeve."

The companion shook his head, "The world is going downhill."

Even so, the two finished their meal in silence.

After leaving the restaurant, Ji Huai laughed so hard that his shoulders were shaking, "The faces of the two boys next to him turned green."

Zhan Hua grabbed his hand and pulled him over, avoiding the little baby who ran away, "You did it on purpose."

"Their eyes kept on looking at you." Ji Huai interlocked his fingers, "Then I don't have to show it. Tell them that you are already married."

"..." Zhan Hua sighed, "You have fallen into the vinegar vat."

"No, you are the one who attracts the bees and the butterflies." Ji Huaili said confidently, "I'm already very generous."

Zhan Hua laughed, and Ji Huai kissed his ear while no one was around.

The tips of Zhan Hua's ears turned red visibly, "Nonsense."

Ji Huai raised his eyebrows, "No one saw it."

Zhan Hua stretched out his hand to hold him back and wanted to get his head up, "Young Master Ji Qi, be more reserved outside."

Ji Huai squinted his eyes and smiled maliciously at him, Zhan Hua pulled him and kissed him, "Don't waste time, we are here to buy rice."

Although I went to Fangshi to listen to the opera first, strolled around the antique shop, and went to the restaurant to have a drink, I didn't think about the business.

"Buy some dim sum along the way." Ji Huai looked at the pastry shop next to him and tried to drag him in, but Zhan Hua stopped him.

"The ones in the shop are too sweet." Zhan Hua said, "I'll make it for you when I get home."

"You can also make dim sum?" Ji Huai was surprised.

"If you don't know it, you can learn it." Zhan Hua said solemnly, "How difficult can it be?"

"Okay." Ji Huai patted him on the shoulder, "If it doesn't taste good, I'll eat you."

Passers-by looked at them in horror.

Zhan Hua coughed lightly and dragged him away.

One year ago, when King Kang and his concubine were buried in the capital, Duankang himself took his concubine to Sifang City in the southwest to settle down.

The feigned death scene in the Ji Mansion fire went very smoothly, except that Zhan Hua's face was accidentally injured, and Ji Huai was so angry that he wanted to settle accounts with Lin Yuan, but fortunately, Zhan Hua persuaded him.

Sifang City is located in the southwest, and the climate is suitable for four seasons like spring. Ji Huai had long wanted to bring Zhanhua to live here, and now his wish has been fulfilled.

Ji Huai bought a few restaurants and inns in the city, and now he is not a big or small boss. Every day when he has nothing to do, he goes to check the accounts one by one, and then goes to the academy to watch the group of scholars taught by Zhan Hua to practice riding and archery. Wu.

The dean of the academy is a great Confucian in his sixties, who was almost beaten when he went to Ji Huai’s restaurant for dinner. Zhan Hua helped him in order to help the restaurant he had just installed, but the dean mistook him for a chivalrous heart and strongly invited him to teach in the academy , Zhan Hua refused several times, and finally the dean proposed to contract all the plaques of their restaurant and inn, and Ji Huai decisively pushed him into the academy.

There are not many people in Sifang City, and the people living in it seem to be leisurely, as if they don't care about everything. Ji Huai likes this place very much.

On this day, Ji Huai instructed A Lian to plant osmanthus trees, and the housekeeper and cook were helping. The more they helped, the more chaotic they became. Ji Huai couldn't stand it, so he rolled up his sleeves and lifted up his clothes and decided to go to the battle himself.

A not-so-high sweet-scented osmanthus tree was planted crookedly by the four of them all afternoon. Alian wiped the mud off his face and said with a mournful face, "Young master, I told you to plant it after Mr. Ye came back."

It was already evening when Zhan Hua came back from the academy. He was taken aback by the crooked osmanthus tree at the door. The housekeeper suppressed a smile and reported to him, "Young master Ye, it was planted by the young master. It has been planted all afternoon."

Ji Huai fanned on the recliner with a depressed face, and patted A Lian on the head angrily, "Obviously you can't plant it well, so I can help you."

Alian rubbed his head and laughed.

In the end, it was Zhan Hua who helped to replant the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and was maliciously retaliated by a stingy person that night.

The slender hands were pressed on the rough tree trunk, the clear moonlight poured down on the stacked wide-sleeved robes, the brows and eyes of the man, as cold as frost and snow, were flushed when he was emotionally moved, and the fragrant osmanthus blossoms covered his hair , gently rippling and undulating in the panting sound and the soft evening wind.

The so-called romantic and moving.