Chang’an Peasant Girl

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Quiet:""

aka old man

It's fine if you yell like that in private, and now you're still in front of the prince and some of his subordinates.

Mr. Xianggong, is there a limit to our presumptuousness?

But these people are all used to it and their faces haven't changed at all. What's going on?

Could it be that no matter in private or in public, you always call the current emperor an old man?

Su Chengyu happily accepted the letter, and said slightly disappointed: "Brother Yi, won't you write me one?"

Xiao Changyi squinted at him: "Didn't you all come?"

Su Chengyu immediately said, "You can write when I'm here! As soon as I get back to the Imperial Capital, I can reply to you immediately!"

Xiao Changyi only gave him one word: "Go away."

"Oh." Su Chengyu really turned around and left without turning his head back. His subordinates immediately followed with no expression at all.

Quiet:""

Meng Zhuqing was still there, but Xiao Changyi walked into the yard with his quiet shoulders as if he hadn't seen him, and then closed the yard door.

Meng Zhuqing, who was locked out of the courtyard: ""

What is lacking most in winter is the warm sun. On the fourth day of December, the weather is good, the north wind has stopped, and the sun is still there.

The winter sun shines on the body, and the person who shines is warm and extremely comfortable.

An Jing and Xiao Changyi were sitting in the corridor basking in the sun, and there was a small table next to them. On the small table was a plate of melon seeds, a pot of clear tea, and two white porcelain tea cups.

An Jing and Xiao Changyi nibbled melon seeds, drank tea, and chatted, very comfortable and leisurely.

Occasionally, An Jing would play a piece of music on the flute for Xiao Changyi to listen to. Xiao Changyi learned it and played it together with An Jing.

Just when the two finished playing a song together, Shi Xiaolan came to visit.

It was cold before and it was freezing on the road. Because of her pregnancy, Shi Xiaolan was a lot more careful when she traveled. She was afraid of falling down on the road, so she didn't dare to come to the quiet door.

As soon as he entered the yard, Shi Xiaolan smiled and said: "You are not like peasants at all, how can peasants live as freely as you do, look at you, eating, drinking and blowing. By the way, what did you blow just now? Song, it sounds good."

Quietly smiled and said, "Shepherd's song."

Shi Xiaolan shook her head, "I haven't heard of it." Immediately, she asked curiously, "Quiet, how come you can play the flute?"

Quietly said: "Of course it was taught by my husband!" Before her husband went to the battlefield, few people dealt with her husband, and her husband was away for eight years, so everyone didn't know much about her husband.

Therefore, she used this as an excuse, which is easy to believe.

Hearing Jing Jing's words, Shi Xiaolan, who was actually unfamiliar with Xiao Changyi, immediately believed and praised: "Brother Xiao is really talented."

An Jing took a bamboo chair for Shi Xiaolan to sit on, poured a cup of tea for Shi Xiaolan, and let Shi Xiaolan sip on the sunflower seeds before asking, "Why are you free today?"

"In this big winter, everyone is spending the winter, and my family is not busy. I wanted to come and walk with you before, but isn't it freezing on the ground? I dare not come. Fuzi and my in-laws won't let me come, for fear that I will fall. , hurt the child in the stomach."

An Jing agreed: "They are right, you are pregnant now, you should pay more attention."

"Oh," Shi Xiaolan sighed suddenly, "Fortunately, I'm pregnant, otherwise, my in-laws would definitely let Fuzi marry another one."

An Jing immediately heard something wrong and asked, "Did something happen?"