No one can imagine how big waves a small stone will bring into the water.

Mr. Duan, who came from daizhou, was heard by a group of students when he was telling a story. After seeking confirmation, he began to be angry, seriously reviewed the war, investigated the person responsible for the failure, and gave Yang Zhao a comprehensive correction. All kinds of voices rang out. At this time, Cheng Jia and other Qingliu also began to speak above the court.

The wind and clouds were everywhere outside, and Yang Zhao\'s reputation was rising day by day. Servant girls from Jiangnan came to Dingguo mansion.

Dozens of girls as beautiful as flower buds entered the yard and immediately brought more vitality than the flowers in the yard.

The breeze in the waterside pavilion by the lake is gentle, which is cooler than other places. The weather is too hot to go out. Most of the time, Ling Qingyu is huddled here with Alan. Ling Qingyu reads documents and letters, and Alan tosses her pills and chats from time to time.

Looking at those girls who are still like butterflies in plain clothes, Ling Qingyu and Alan are very impressed.

Young is good!

"Master, what do you say? You are really beautiful!" The girl who was pruning the flower branches with small scissors laughed.

"Does this mean that you dislike me? Speaking of beauty, although I am already a half old Xu Niang, it is better than you, isn\'t it?" Alan looked at Ling Qingyu with a disgusted face.

"What we fight is not appearance, but temperament!" Ling Qingyu laughed.

"Master," Su Mu hurried through the flowers and said, "Lord Cheng is coming." after a pause, he said, "Lord Wang is also coming."

Lord Wang? Ling Qingyu looked at Su Mu puzzled. Su Mu bowed his head and said, "Lord Wang xuanzhi."

Wang xuanzhi? This man heard that he took over the matter of Xicheng office and was sent to the following place to inspect. He has never been in Bianjing and has not returned for years. Now, is he back?

The yard is being renovated little by little, and it is no longer walking. A group of elders are staring at it. Delicate girls like flowers shuttle through the yard. The laughter like silver bells makes this summer a little more hot.

With the little servant girl who looked back from time to time and then snickered through the door of the first floor, she saw that on the waterside pavilion by the lake, half leaning against the soft couch, her clothes were wide, and her hair was just behind her head. I don\'t know how comfortable lingqingyu was, Wang xuanzhi couldn\'t help but darken his face and said, "is this what you said about the pain?"

Cheng Jia smiled and said nothing. Sometimes, why should he show others the pain? No matter how painful it is, if he doesn\'t really hurt the person who loves him, he can give people a cheap take care at most.

Cheng Jiajin came to Japan by himself. As a result, when he went out, he met Wang xuanzhi, who had just returned. When he heard that he was going to Dingguo government, he didn\'t say anything, so he followed him.

Yang Zhao\'s popularity among the people is getting higher and higher. She should be more or less scrupulous about the undead, whether the emperor or the dignitaries in the political hall. Moreover, recently, scandals about the backyard of the high gate courtyard in Bianjing have emerged one after another. First, those wives and little boys, monks and actors, and then there are no most amazing but more amazing backyard dog blood dramas, which have given Bianjing people endless talk after dinner, The story of Mrs. Yang, which had previously been mentioned again by some interested people, was drowned and then forgotten.

It seems that this person can make himself happy without going out.

"Lord Cheng, Lord Wang," Ling Qingyu didn\'t get up, but waved his hand and said, "please sit down." These two people know what she looks like very well, and there is no need to give them some courtesy.

Wang xuanzhi snorted and sat opposite her, while Cheng Jia knelt on the cushion, motioned the servant girl who cooked tea to give up her position, and then ordered tea as if she were familiar.

"Master?" A servant girl came over from the path with Zhang Qin in her hand, and when she saw the scene in the waterside pavilion, she didn\'t feel a cry.

Seeing that the servant girl who cooked tea was obviously trained, and the servant girl who held the piano saw that the posture and hands were also trained, Cheng Jia\'s heart moved slightly. Was she really going to live in Bianjing?

"Qin Yu, put the Qin there. There are masters here today, and they also ask you to learn." after finishing speaking to the servant girl, Ling Qingyu turned to look at Cheng Jia and said with a smile, "does Lord Cheng mind?"

"Remuneration?" Looking at Cheng Jia smiling and looking up, the gesture of ordering tea is still as elegant as before, and Wang xuanzhi is a little silly.

"I\'ll give you the Jianjia yard you asked for last time. Besides, I\'ve asked Han Liang to set aside a part for you to use. Let me have a look at what will be held in the future?" Ling Qingyu sighed and said, "I can\'t go out and have no communication, so I have to have some fun myself."

Cheng Jia suppressed his surprise, but Wang xuanzhi shouted, "what\'s this like? How long did Yang Zhao die?"

"I live, he lives," Ling Qingyu pointed to his heart and smiled faintly.

Wang xuanzhi suddenly lost his voice. He was patrolling outside. Yan San died and Yang Zhao came to Ling\'s house. It was Cheng Jia who wrote a letter to tell him. This time, he heard that Yang Zhao died in the war. His heart was mixed with all kinds of flavors, but he was not good enough to come alone, so he went to find Cheng Jia.

Live in your heart?

"Don\'t you dislike those literary meetings?" Cheng Jia put a cup of tea in front of Alan and asked.

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"I don\'t like it very much. A group of boring people just hurt spring and autumn, but now there\'s nothing to do. It\'s better to have a look." Seeing Alan smiling and squinting, Ling Qingyu smiled and said, "besides, I also want to see what you often say about the pillars of the country. What kind of people who think they are right? This country is governed like this by you. It must be a group of waste. I also want to see."

Poof, Alan blew out all his tea and pointed to Ling Qingyu. "Girl! It\'s not authentic! When I tell the truth, can it be when I don\'t drink tea?"

"Sorry, pay attention next time." Ling Qingyu pressed her hand down, smiled and looked at Wang xuanzhi coldly: "I heard that Lord Wang has been dealing with the affairs of Xicheng. It is said that he is the one who caused the least trouble below. How? What method did you use to appease those people who were robbed of everything?"

Wang xuanzhi\'s face darkened. With his original intention, he was unwilling to do such a thing, but if someone else did it, he was afraid of worse consequences. But no matter how gentle his method was and how much leeway he left for others, it could not change the fact that he forcibly robbed civilian fields in the name of the state authority.

Cheng Jia placed the ordered tea in front of Ling Qingyu and Wang xuanzhi, got up, took the piano in the servant girl\'s hand, and unconsciously exclaimed, "spring thunder?"

Seeing his expression, Ling Qingyu turned back and asked Qin Yu, "where did this Qin come from?"

"This is what the seventh master just gave to the maid." Qin Yu bowed her head and replied that she had studied piano for ten years and had never seen such a good piano. When she first held it in her hand, she felt itchy. Now when she heard that childe said it was spring thunder, her heart was even more moved. It was a famous piano.

Cheng Jia put the piano on the piano table, first cleaned his hands beside him, then lifted the corner of his robe, knelt down beside the piano table, calmed down slightly, meditated, and said with a smile, "you can add some incense here next time." This man has all kinds of incense in his storeroom, but he doesn\'t like using incense very much.

Without Ling Qingyu\'s answer, a string of notes sounded leisurely with his fingers.

At the end of the song, the aftersound is still lingering, as if it is still lingering in people\'s ears.

"Playing is better than ordinary people. No wonder the reward is so expensive." Alan applauded.

Do you think this is an entertainer? Wang xuanzhi came out of the aftersound and was shocked outside and inside.

"It\'s Qin Hao," Cheng Jia gently scratched his finger. Unfortunately, since it\'s Yan Qi\'s, I\'m afraid Ling Qingyu won\'t cede it, so he looked up and said with a smile, "Jia likes it very much. Can you play it every day?" Seeing Ling Qingyu\'s face, he smiled and said, "Jia doesn\'t accept payment."

Ling Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "that\'s no problem. Anyway, in a few days, Han Yu will tidy up there."

"Brother Han is doing it? Why don\'t you give Jia some advice?" Cheng Jia bowed his head, and his fingers scratched a line of notes on the string again.

"Are you really going to hold a conference here?" Wang xuanzhi stared at Cheng Jia dumbfounded.

"Why not? The scenery here is the most elegant in Bianjing. It\'s rare that Mrs. Yang is willing to lend the place. Isn\'t it also a matter of elegance?" Cheng Jia laughed.

Wang xuanzhi is speechless. Although no one is gossiping about her now, it\'s all for Yang Zhao\'s sake, but it\'s also because of this. If she, as Mrs. Yang, does something against the rules, she\'s afraid that she will soon be spit dead.

But the two people seemed to care less. Wang xuanzhi was speechless until they left. He asked Cheng Jia calmly, "she doesn\'t know how powerful she is. Don\'t you know?"

"Not long after you came back, I\'m afraid you haven\'t heard a lot of things in Bianjing," Cheng Jia shook his fan and said, "recently, the backyards of those high-ranking families have been lively. I\'ll take you to listen."

Gonghou\'s wife privately raised boys and entertainers. His father-in-law had an affair with his concubine\'s daughter-in-law and gave birth to a son who didn\'t know whether it was a grandson or a son. His sister-in-law seduced his uncle, and his cousin slept with his cousin from afar

Wang xuanzhi had no expression when he heard this. As the childe of the aristocratic family, they had not seen this kind of thing, but these were backyard privacy. Everyone kept it a secret and had dealt with it early. How could anyone directly say it. Compared with these things, although I am a widow, it is really elegant to be willing to provide my own courtyard for those poor students to have a party.

"One more thing," Cheng Jia said faintly, looking at the storyteller downstairs, "Yang Zhao is a newcomer to the Ling family, and she has no obligation to keep a widow for him all her life."

"So what? Who dares to marry her now? Do you want to marry her?" Wang xuanzhi sneered, but seeing Cheng Jia\'s indifferent smile, his heart suddenly clicked.

"Why not?"

Wang xuanzhi widened his eyes again. He had known that Cheng Jia liked her, but Wang xuanzhi shouted, "don\'t say your father will never agree, and she won\'t agree!"

Cheng Jia turned to look at Wang xuanzhi, smiled at him and said, "xuanzhi, will Wen post in the name of both of us?"

"I\'m not going to fool around with you!" Wang Xuan got up in anger and walked away.

Nonsense? Cheng Jia took a snack and said, "Why are you shaking the bookcase?"

The bookcase almost didn\'t cry, shaking his voice and saying, "childe, we will be killed by the master." Are you serious? You married Ling Dang? Of course, we have to admit that Ling is a good woman, but what is your identity? What is the identity of Ling Dang\'s family now? If you haven\'t been spit to death, you will definitely be killed by the master first! Oh, it must be us who killed first!

Kill it? I\'m afraid so? Cheng Jia put the dessert in her mouth and looked out of the window. Even if she would be killed, she didn\'t want to hide her heart this time.