The next day, the morning light first appeared, and a little bit of light shone through the window lattice. Someone shouted to Xiaosi in the courtyard: "Get up quickly, the housekeeper wants you to go to the door god!"
Xiaosi woke up in a daze, and by the sound of his voice, he knew it was Old Hu, the watchman in the front yard. He answered, got up, put on his clothes, wiped his face carelessly, and then walked quickly to the inner house in the atrium.
I saw that the central courtyard was spacious, clean and tidy, and several handymen were setting up wooden frames to clean the eaves and beams. One of them stood with his hands behind his back, looking around to give orders to others. It was the housekeeper Ling Wanjun. Xiaosi ran over, weakly
He called out: "Hello, housekeeper."
A person appeared next to him. He was petite and nimble, with smiling eyes like crescent moons. He was making faces at Xiao Si. Naturally, it was Ling Xiaoxiao.
Ling Wanjun nodded slightly as a greeting, took two steps, seemed to remember something, and shouted: "Old Hu, have you cleaned the concierge? Go call Zhang Chenglai and ask him for a new suit. Where is Tiezhu? Where is it?"
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Lao Hu took three steps at a time and ran over: "Go back to the housekeeper, Tie Zhu is washing the stone lions in front of the door!"
Ling Wanjun hummed, glanced at Xiao Si and said: "Where is the door god that I bought yesterday? Hurry up and put it on the door!"
Xiaosi hurriedly took out the doorkeeper New Year picture from his arms and presented it to him. Ling Xiaoxiao took it first, opened it and looked at it up and down. Secretly, he pinched Xiaosi's thigh with his small hands. He looked up at his father, who looked obedient: "
Daddy, who is up here? Why are you so vicious?"
Ling Wanjun said: "The one with the mace is Qin Qiong, and the one with the whip is Yuchi Jingde. They are both famous generals in the Tang Dynasty."
"Then why are they painted on it? We have to put them on the door during the Chinese New Year?"
Ling Wanjun sighed and said slowly: "During the Xuanwu Gate Incident, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty won the throne with the help of Yuchi Jingde. After that, he had nightmares every night. Knowing that he had killed too many people in his life, he ordered the palace painter to paint Qin Qiong and Jingde
The two drew it on paper and slept soundly every night from then on. Over time, it became a custom that has continued among the people. We in the Khitan region in the north of the Great Wall naturally do not have such a custom."
"So, Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde are both very powerful?" Ling Xiaoxiao asked.
"That's natural. Qin Qiong was once known as the Taibao of the Divine Fist. He rode his horse on both sides of the Yellow River and punched half of the sky in Shandong Province. And Yuchi Jingde was even more amazing. He captured three passes in the day and eight villages in the night. He leaped over the city tower on a flying horse and captured the enemy in the chaos.
The general's head is like searching a bag for something. He has made many military exploits since he surrendered to the Tang Dynasty. Such heroes are rare nowadays---Xiaoxiao, take your hand away! Why are you so naughty?"
Ling Xiaoxiao withdrew her hand with a smile. Xiaosi still stood with her head bowed, her face extremely ugly. Ling Wanjun sighed and looked at the boy and girl in front of him. One was his beloved daughter, and the other was the orphan he had adopted many years ago. The two were
Both childhood sweethearts and playmates have already revealed their adult appearance, with an imperceptible faint smile on their lips: "Xiaosi, why don't you go quickly and paste it, and stick the door god on the door!"
Xiaosi responded, as if he was on the verge of amnesty, and ran out quickly. In a moment, he fetched paste, carefully smeared the back of the New Year picture, and stood on the bench and meticulously pasted it on the door of the house. He jumped down, wiped his hands and looked at
The ferocious-looking Yuchi Jingde at the door became more and more happy the more he looked at him, and he couldn't help but look at him in a daze.
Ling Wanjun said: "Xiaosi, I heard Xiaoxiao say last night that you saved two people from the Southern Dynasty, right? Where are they now?"
Xiao Si hurriedly said: "They are in Tuyao, I dare not bring them to the village."
Ling Wanjun nodded: "The emperor is seriously ill now, and the ministers are in panic and the government is not in order. It is a troubled time, and we really shouldn't add to the trouble at this time. You can set up a carriage later and take those two people to the village. Wait.
After the New Year, I will just order people to send them back to Song Dynasty."
Xiaosi was happy when he heard this. Ling Wanjun waved his hand, turned around and walked away. Ling Xiaoxiao jumped over like a pony, grabbed Xiaosi's arm and giggled: "How about brother Xiaosi, my father listens to me, right?"
How can you thank me?"
Xiao Si frowned coldly: "I'll spread your ass!"
Ling Xiaoxiao laughed loudly: "Brother Xiaosi, are you so embarrassed? You have never been able to beat me, and I don't know whose butt often blooms!"
Xiaosi said: "Don't you know I've become more powerful? I learned a lot of tricks yesterday!"
"Really? Why didn't you tell me? Are you bragging again?"
Xiaosi snorted, "Little girl, let's see how I spread your butt!" He punched the ground and walked straight to Ling Xiaoxiao's door.
Ling Xiaoxiao didn't panic, and said with a smile: "Well done!" He blocked with his right arm. After Xiao Si's strength disappeared, his arm immediately stretched forward and hit Xiao Si's chest. Xiao Si turned to the left to avoid this quick attack.
A move from Meteor. The strength of Ling Xiaoxiao's right arm was not gone. Seeing that the fist failed, he immediately curled his fingers into claws and swept across Xiaosi's throat. Xiaosi stretched out his left hand to hold Ling Xiaoxiao's wrist, and slammed Xiaoxiao's lower abdomen with his right hand. Xiaoxiao pushed away and flew away.
He kicked Xiao Si on the butt and giggled: "It seems...it's just a little bit stronger."
The two were free to fight together again, and they were already familiar with each other's moves. Ling Xiaoxiao was taught by his father. Although he was not rigorous, his boxing and kicking skills were already relatively good. However, Xiaosi's boxing and kicking skills were only based on Ling Xiaoxiao's.
He has been fighting since he was young, and has no rules. He just relies on his nimble hands and feet. Therefore, the two of them will lose more than they win. Seeing Ling Xiaoxiao making fun of him, Xiaosi couldn't help but feel depressed, and carefully recalled the day between Lu Qinglin and Yelu yesterday.
Hu Gu's fight immediately followed the example of a gourd, making a circle with his left arm, extending his right arm straight forward with five fingers, and attacked Ling Xiaoxiao like lightning. Ling Xiaoxiao was surprised, she had never seen Xiaosi so fancy.
After a delay, he stepped out of the way and even forgot to fight back. Xiaosi still made circles with his left hand, followed up with a step, and continued to point the five fingers of his right hand at Ling Xiaoxiao's chest. Xiaoxiao screamed, barely able to escape Xiaosi's clutches.
, stretched out his hand to touch Xiaosi's pulse. Xiaosi would not wait for her to grab him. He used a knife on his left hand and a spear on his right. He made circular motions with one hand and stabbed directly with his other hand. He kept shouting: I'll chop, I'll poke! His hands were dancing wildly and making incredible moves.
In an instant, Ling Xiaoxiao was thrown into a panic by Xiaosi. Xiaosi pinched Ling Xiaoxiao’s face, and Xiaoxiao immediately froze. Xiaosi made circles with both arms at the same time, rubbing Xiaoxiao’s chest left and right, and then
After two rounds, he stretched out all five fingers of his hands and poked Xiaoxiao's chest.
Ling Xiaoxiao groaned and jumped to the side. Her face was red, and she didn't know whether it was because her chest was touched by Xiaosi or because she lost the competition. She pouted and said: "Brother Xiaosi, what are you doing?"
Huh? It’s a mess!”
Xiaosi said proudly: "I just learned this yesterday. How is it? Isn't it great?"
"You're not that powerful! I'll learn two more tricks from my dad when I go back, and next time I'll beat you all over the place!" He straightened his clothes, walked up to Xiao Si gently and whispered: "I'll pick you up later.
Remember to call me when Sister Shen is here. I'm going back to the room first." Then he opened his mouth and took Xiao Si's ear, bit it, and ran away with a smile.
Xiao Si rubbed her ears and was stunned for a while, wondering what was going on with this little girl and why she was biting her ears.
After breakfast, the mistress got into a carriage, called Ling Xiaoxiao, and drove away from Yinlong Villa to pick up the Shen family's father and daughter. Ling Xiaoxiao had changed into new clothes, wearing a mink fur hat and orange cotton.
There were many pendants on the robe, and she wore jingling rings as she walked. She sat next to Xiaosi and smiled broadly. The sun was just right at that time, the snow was fresh and jade-white, and the distant mountains were filled with mist and the sky was high. Ling Xiaoxiao leaned against Xiaosi
Sing a song:
The seven-foot-long black hair is used as interior decoration. On the pillow, I can feel the fragrance of green clouds.
The red gauze is strong, and the white jade light shines gently. Try opening the chest to explore, it is especially trembling and crispy;
The hibiscus has lost its new beauty, and the lotus has lost its old appearance. The two are generally comparable, and can be like the fragrance of pink cheeks;
Even the worms have enough legs, they have long beards and imitate the phoenix. The joy on my arms last night should be fragrant...
The voice was low and melodious, and the melody echoed with a slightly sad tone. After listening to it for a while, Xiaosi suddenly said: "Xiaoxiao, what is this song you sing? Listening to the words, it seems that...it seems that it was sung only when we got married, right?
?" He just felt that this word was vaguely inappropriate, but he didn't know how to say it. Words such as "sexy, obscene, and obscene" were beyond his ability to describe it.
Ling Xiaoxiao stopped singing and looked at Xiao Si strangely: "Really? I don't know. I just thought the song was very nice, so I learned to sing it."
"Where did you learn it?"
"It's in the palace. It was the Queen's maid, Qing Ge, who taught me this."
"When did you go to the palace?"
"The emperor just returned to Beijing last month. My mother-in-law summoned the owner of the village to see me, and my father took me with him. I also brought you a dagger when I came back, don't you remember?"
"Oh, I remember that. So, have you met the Queen? Is that woman beautiful?"
Ling Xiaoxiao sighed and said: "Of course the Queen is beautiful. I have never seen such a beautiful person in our Khitan Kingdom. Those eyes, if you look closely, look like they are about to burst out of water at any time.
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"Compared to Sister Shen, which one of them is more beautiful?" Xiao Si suddenly said.
"This...it's not very easy to compare. They are of different ages. The Queen is charming and graceful, while Sister Shen is pretty and lovely. Each has its own beauty, right?"
Xiaosi said: "If I have the chance, I really want to meet this queen and see how beautiful she is."
Ling Xiaoxiao knocked Xiaosi on the head and shouted: "Xiaosi stick, how can you just take a look at the Queen? If it weren't for the young master, I wouldn't even be able to enter the palace! When will you have it?"
Let’s talk about it when the young master of the village is so powerful!”
Xiaosi smiled and did not refute. In his eyes, the young owner of the village was a god-like figure, which he could not even think about. He continued to drive the carriage towards the earthen kiln. Seeing that he stopped talking, Ling Xiaoxiao
He sang again:
As the bright moon rises, solitary smoke rises outside the Great Wall.
There is snow on the road, and the sun sets over the glacier.
The song is like weeping, and the sound rolls up the jade bead curtain.
It's hard to sleep, the night is endless.
The harp is broken, and the dream is broken at the flick of a finger.
The heart is swaying, and the red tears are lightly splashing.
The night is still young, how can we meet each other so lightly.
The love is not over, but I miss you.
After singing the song, Ling Xiaoxiao lowered her head and fell silent, not knowing what she was thinking about. Xiaosi listened in rapt attention and turned to look at Xiaoxiao. He saw the little girl's face was calm, with a smile hidden on her lips, set off by her snow-white fur collar.
That fair face became even more flawless. The morning sunshine was clear and warm, and for the first time, Xiaosi felt that this girl Xiaoxiao was charming.
After arriving at Tuyao, they saw that the Shen family's father and daughter were fine, but there was still no news about Lu Qinglin. After explaining the reason, Xiaosi took the two of them back to the villa in a carriage and settled in the guest room. Ling Xiaoxiao specially ordered someone to prepare meals for them. People ate it. After noon, Ling Wanjun came to see him and talked with Zhongdao for a while. Zhongdao was a famous scholar in the Song Dynasty. He was neither humble nor arrogant, polite and polite. Ling Wanjun didn't say much, except that Yelu Xiyin had long been rebellious. , to rob and kill the emperor while he was seriously ill, and to hide it from the public, he was really guilty of death. He would report it to Han Kuangsi and tell the emperor. Zhong Zhongdao was very grateful. Seeing that Ling Wanjun was still kind, he was even more doubtful about Yinlong Villa. After hesitating for a long time, he said: "Mr. Zhong, judging from your accent, you should be from Henan in the Central Plains. I wonder when you moved to Khitan?"
Zhong Zhongdao asked this question very skillfully, using the word "living" instead of anything else. Ling Wanjun naturally understood the doubts in Zhong Zhongdao's heart and said calmly: "I am indeed from Henan. I came to Khitan after the death of Emperor Taizu of the Song Dynasty. It should be the second year of Taiping and Xingguo."
Zhong Zhongdao was puzzled: "May I ask why you abandoned the Song Dynasty and stayed in the Khitan?"
Ling Wanjun remained silent, staring out the window at the snowy mountains in the distance, and said leisurely: "The ruins of the Liang and Jin Dynasties refer to Bianjing. How can it be taken lightly when people are praying for it? Emperor Chen Qiao has sinned for thousands of years, so he retired to the mountain villa to wait for the weather to clear up. Mr. Shen, your question Too much!"
Zhong Zhongdao saw that Ling Wanjun was getting angry, he smiled and didn't ask any more questions. Ling Wanjun said calmly again, and he would send him back to Song Dynasty after the New Year. There were many trivial matters in the villa, so Ling Wanjun asked his servants to entertain the two of them, and then he rolled up his sleeves. And go.
When Ling Xiaoxiao saw her father leaving, she immediately grabbed Xiaosi and shouted: "Brother Xiaosi, accompany me to release the Kongming Lantern!"