Chapter 104: Senior brother bravely protects the beautiful woman

When Jiang Yan saw the two of them coming back, he smiled and joked, "Oh, I've been there for so long, I thought you were lost and were about to send someone to find him..." Before he finished speaking, he saw Ye Shuhua walking behind him. Unless the emperor summoned him, he would not enter the palace, so he didn't know Ye Shuhua, "Who is he?"

"Cousin!" Ren Wanqiu often went to the palace to accompany the empress dowager. He had met Ye Shuhua several times in Changle Palace. Shu Jun was so arrogant.

Everyone was shocked by cousin's uncle, but they also knew his identity because of this.

The queen mother's nephew, Ye Shuhua, the young lord of the Yingcheng City, was another man in the capital that was attracted by noble girls.

Ye Shuhua smiled gently, folded his hands together, and said, "The little monk has seen the county lord, and the county lord is polite."

"How could my cousin come with the seventh sister?" Song Ruoxi ten months older than Ren Wanqiu, but Ren Wanqiu was determined to marry Song Lian as his wife. Song Ruoxi was not tired just now, but cooperated with Song Lian to let her go into the water pavilion to rest. She believed that it was Song Lian's instruction. When she was resting, her thoughts drifted farther and farther away, and she regarded Song Ruoxi as her sister-in-law. As soon as she blurted out this, she realized that something was wrong, and her pale cheeks were dyed with two flushings. Fortunately, others didn't pay attention to her wrong name.

Song Ruoxi smiled and said, "He is my senior brother."

"Senior Brother?" Ren Wanqiu was surprised, "Is the seventh sister also Master Jueming's apprentice?"

"My sister is not Master Jueming's apprentice, that's just a title." Song Lian spoke first.

Ren Wanqiu knew that he had said the wrong thing, and was very upset. His expression changed slightly, and he gently bit his lower lip and his eyes were slightly red.

When Jiang Yan saw that the situation was not good, he tried to smooth things over. "It's not too late, so I won't talk anymore. Let's go to Furong Garden, show it..." Jiang Yan's seniority was too small. Looking at Ye Shuhua, he smiled awkwardly, "Go together."

Ye Shuhua looked at Song Ruoxi.

Song Ruoxi smiled and said, "Senior brother, let's have some tea together!"

"Okay." Ye Shuhua laughed.

Song Lian walked out of the water pavilion, and Ren Wanqiu shouted timidly behind, "Brother Song San."

Song Lian did not stop and walked straight out of the water pavilion.

The tears that Ren Wanqiu had in his eyes fell.

Song Ruoxi looked back at Ren Wanqiu and shook her head gently. Even if she was sick, she was still so fragile. My mother would definitely not want her to be her eldest daughter-in-law.

Both Song Ji and his family walked out. Jiang Yan looked at Ren Wanqiu who was crying, and then looked at Qin Shaowei who was in a daze. He couldn't help rolling his eyes. Love, love, and so on is too troublesome.

"County Lord, if Mr. Song is angry with you, he will not speak first. He is covering up for you." Ren Wanqiu's personal maid whispered to comfort him.

Ren Wanqiu's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Really." The maid said affirmatively.

Let late autumn turn worries into joy, and laugh.

Jiang Yan patted Qin Shaowei on the shoulder and woke him up from his dullness again. The group left Shuying Garden and went to the pond courtyard of Furong Garden. Although there were three courtyards in each garden to show a banquet for tourists, there were many dignitaries in the capital. If Jiang Yan had not used the names of the two princesses, he would not have been able to book this courtyard.

There is a Liushang Pavilion built by the artificial lake in the pond courtyard. There is a table for recording couplets outside. There is a literate maid standing on the table. There are four long tables next to the pavilion, with tea, fruit trays and various snacks on it, so that the maids can use it at any time to send it to all the masters for enjoyment.

According to Liu Shang's rules, small tables and round tilts were divided on both sides of the waterway. When everyone sat down beside the waterway, Jiang Yan asked the maid to send a rhyme box, "I'll be the host, I'll draw rhymes."

Zhou Siyi looked at Qin Shaowei sitting opposite him and said with a smile: "Okay, don't talk too much, hurry up and smoke!"

Jiang Yan pulled out the word "Dao", "Limiting the rhyme eleven true, three sentences of the couplet, putting the peach blossom cup."

The peach blossom cup released by the maid from the upstream floated down the waterway and stopped in front of Song Ruoxi.

"Congratulations to Sister Xi'er for making the first move!" Jiang Yan said with a smile.

Song Ruoxi raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did you make a fool of yourself?"

"The conscience of heaven and earth is absolutely not."

Song Ruoxi's eyes turned and he said loudly: "Reading and exploring the holy path, and being addicted to alcohol and showing his innocence."

Sitting opposite Song Ruo Creek was Song Ruochi and said, "The window is covered with gauze paper, and the stove is covered with kudzu scarf."

"Cicadas sing and mourn late summer, and orioles complain about the remaining spring."

"The willow pond produces fine waves, and the flowers are fragrant and dusty."

Song Ruoxi pondered for a moment and said, "The grass welcomes the golden horse, and the flowers drunk the people of the Yulou."

Song Ruochi is not good at poetry, and being able to say a few sentences is the limit. He smiled and said, "I can't say it anymore, I accept the punishment and play a pipa song."

The maid brought the pipa, and Song Ruochi hugged it in his arms, tried the sound, and played the song "Drunk Returning Song".

Song Ruoxi took the word "si" from the Yunpai box, "limited rhyme nine green, and three sentences of couplet."

The maid released the peach blossom cup.

The peach blossom cup floated and sank in the water, and stopped in front of Ye Shuhua, "Take a stick and find a monk to come to the ancient temple, carry a pot to see the guests and go to the long pavilion."

Sitting opposite Ye Shuhua was Ji Yunxiang, "It's good to practice the axe of glazed laurel in August, and you must tie the flower-protecting bells in the third spring."

The monk's sutras in Ye Shuhua's sentences are not separated from the temple. The couplets are difficult for Ji Yunxiang. The two of them are one sentence, and the three sentences are formed in a moment. They raise their glasses and drink tea with a smile.

Ye Shuhua took out the word "Hu" from the box, "Qian Yu Yun, three sentences in succession."

The peach blossom cup went straight down the water and stopped in front of Ji Yunli.

Ji Yunli raised her eyebrows, "Boy Huai, I won't show mercy."

Song Huai sneered, "Whoever is afraid of whoever you want to let go?"

"The military ministers outside the pass have their temples covered with frost and far away."

"The fisherman in the river, fishing in a flat lake with a raincoat."

"The Takedo is half open, I don't know if anyone is there?"

"The wooden door is closed, and there are still passengers to park."

"Play the piano music lightly, and listen in the willows in the moonlight."

"The wine flag is hung slanted, and the Xinghua Village comes to buy it together."

"Three cups of ancestors..."

"It's enough for three sentences, don't say it anymore. Are you two planning to finish Qi Yu's rhyme?" Jiang Yan interrupted the two boys who were facing each other with sharp edges.

"I'm not happy." Ji Yunli and Song Huai said at the same time, glaring at each other, snorting coldly, and turning their heads.

The movements were consistent and everyone laughed.

Ji Yunli obtained "Xiao", "Six Ma Yun, three sentences in succession."

The peach blossom cup stopped in front of Song Ruoqing, and the one sitting opposite her was Song Ruohan.

Song Ruoqing thought for a long time before he thought of it, "The autumn cold syrup falls into leaves."

"Spring warms up and apricots bloom." Song Ruohan replied in response.

"I don't know, I accept the punishment." Song Ruoqing's face turned red in shame, "I'll play the piano."

All kinds of musical instruments were prepared, Song Ruoqing got up and sat down next to the piano desk, and stroked the song "Manfangyuan". His skills were a little immature, and he even played two wrong notes, but no one minded.

Song Ruoqing took out the word "qin" from the rhyme box, "The rhyme of the twelve invasions, three consecutive sentences."

This time, the peach blossom cup stopped in front of Qin Shaowei.

Jiang Yan picked up a piece of pastry and threw it into his arms.

Qin Shaowei looked at him blankly, "What are you doing?"

"It's your turn to link up." Jiang Yan had the urge to strangle him to death.

"Oh, what kind of rhyme is it?" Qin Shaowei asked.

Jiang Yan rolled his eyes, so angry that he didn't want to pay attention to him.

Zhou Siyi smiled with a good temper and said, "Brother Qin, it's the twelve invaders."

"In the quiet autumn, the leaves in the courtyard were destroyed by frost." Qin Shaowei was worthy of the name of a talented man, so he opened his mouth and came.

Zhou Siyi thought for a while and said, "A deep spring night, flowers are built with the moon and turn to clear shade."

Qin Shaowei looked sad, "How can I relieve my worries?"

Zhou Siyi frowned and said, "Mura Wupin Yijiu."

"Wine makes people intoxicated." Qin Shaowei said his heart.

"Brother Qin, you used the wrong rhyme." Zhou Siyi reminded him.

Qin Shaowei suddenly asked, "Can you let go of all your worries by converting to Buddhism?"

"Brother Qin, no!" Zhou Siyi exclaimed, "You must not have such thoughts."

Ye Shuhua chanted the Buddha's name and said, "All afflictions are the seeds of Tathagata. Afflictions are Bodhi, and birth and death are Nirvana. If you take refuge in Buddhism, the donor can escape for a while, but cannot eliminate the donor's inner afflictions."

"What should I do?" Qin Shaowei asked with a painful face.

Song Ruoxi's eyes turned slightly and said, "I have a way to make you forget your worries."

"What's the method?" Qin Shaowei and Zhou Siyi spoke in unison.

Song Ruoxi said slowly: "Forget the old meaning and cherish the people in front of you."

Qin Shaowei looked at Zhou Siyi, his eyes flashed, he lowered his eyelids, avoiding Zhou Siyi's eyes full of love.

"Cherish the person in front of you." Ren Wanqiu sang softly. His bright eyes flowed, tender as water, staring at Song Lian opposite him. He and she were the ones in front of each other, with a sweet smile on his lips.
To be continued...