Chapter 223：

Therefore, Mu Rouzang successfully "save" a teenager with a tendency to love white flowers alone. At this time, Zuo Renxian looked at her with a small resentment, Mu Rouzang really wanted to cover her face and excuse him to urinate.

Mrs. Zuo didn't know, and cursed with a smile: "You monkey, you are going to play with your second brother."

Turning his head to Zuo Renxian and the hibiscus: "As soon as your sister came back, she hurriedly sent you two gifts to the yard. I heard that there are famous inks unique to Xiangzhou, and folding fans. There are things that are very good, and my wife can't remember them. "

"Thank you, cousin." Zuo Renxian's rare thanks.

"You're welcome. I heard from my elder brother that the second cousin is already engaged, so I need to prepare more." A little look that you know made everyone laugh.

"Hibiscus, when did I get engaged?"

Hibiscus would like to say, didn't he just see him say that he wanted to go after a certain girl, why don't he turn his face away now?

"Sister-in-law, is the second cousin's daughter-in-law?"

One of Hibiscus asked earnestly, as if he really cared about Zuo Renxian.

"Ma'am, I still miss school. I won't talk about family affairs without being admitted to the Imperial College."

Well, I started with Yang Zixuan saying that he didn't want to get married after finishing reading at Guozi Jian, one or two who were mixed with him had learned everything.

Mrs. Zuo had a headache: "Naughty, your brother is about to get married soon, you should settle down, and then Geer."

Mrs. Zuo said cheerfully: "It should be, and then look at it more, but Xianer will also go to the Guozi prison, may wish to search in Beijing, the young couple still have to be in a relationship . "

Now that it was marriage, the elders hoped that the young couple could get along with Harami.

Mu Rouzang returned to finish the Mid-Autumn Festival when Zuo Renwen's wedding was on the schedule. When Mrs. Zuo was busy inside and out, she had no time to think about her and Su Ruirui.

In the blink of an eye, it was winter. Zuo Renwen specially requested a vacation and rushed home to get married early, only to wait for the Spring Festival and bring his wife back to the country to study. After getting married, I was busy with pickles. Because of the bad mood and helping to handle the marriage, everyone was thinned several times. The old lady was distressed when she was tired, so she let her go back to the county. One shot.

"Girl, Master Yang is here." Chunjing came in and reported.

Mu Rou Sang had just changed his clothes and came out laughing. "Hurry up and ask him to come in, and the spring breeze will make some **** tea. How did he come to the county this cold day?"

As soon as her words fell out, a mauve figure appeared at the door.

"Little Sang Sang!" Yang Zixuan's fox eyes flashed with wildness and predatory light, and the flowing Wusi softly floated behind her, with a smile that made her addicted to it.

"Yang Zixuan!"

Half a day later, Mu Rou Sang Fang became red and called in the ears.

"Little Sang Sang, you cut it again!"

After reducing the flesh of her body, he saw a frustrated knife and saw on him. He preferred to see her chubby, his eyes lingered on her ... there was a deep hidden inside Nostalgia.

"Yeah, that's why my grandmother was willing to let me out in this cold winter, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I always seem to be very busy listening to Xiaotong."

Yang Zixuan walked to her and sat down, laughing. "Well, it's really busy. I want to be busy with my studies and busy with the caravan. I have to study government affairs with my father."

After entering the Guozi prison, Yang Zixuan heard that Madam Hou often dropped bowls and smashed bowls, so that the replacement rate of new porcelain in Hou's house remained high.

"Congratulations!" Mu Rouzang was really happy for him. "So, your father appreciates you more and more."

Yang Zixuan smiled calmly: "I'm so pleased with you." The original sullen heart was loosened by her bright smile, and she was all right.

"Mr. arranged for a study tour in the second half of the year." When he saw Mu Rouzang wondering, he said: "Your cousin was going to go with me, but I heard that Mrs. Zuo disagreed and said that she would go home and marry. , The husband promised him a year at night, but there will be another study tour before the fall of next year. "

Next year, it will be another autumn festival every three years. By then, everyone will be afraid of a new situation.

"Study abroad? Where have you been? For six months, there must have been a lot of places?" Mu Rouzang remembered the gift he sent, and said busyly: "I like the seedlings you sent."

She really likes this kind of thing with very national characteristics. I have to say that Yang Zixuan can better understand her temperament than Su Ruirui.

"It's good if you like it."

He carefully closed the doting at the bottom of his eyes, fearing to scare the beautiful girl in front of him.

Not waiting for Mu Rouzang to react, he went on to say: "I didn't walk with the students this time with my husband. Didn't Xiaotong come to transport the fruit once in June? Fortunately, there was a lot of ice prepared at the time. Shipped to Quzhou to join me, then traveled from Quzhou, detoured Xiangzhou to meet with Mr. and went to Jiangnan. Later, I took the caravan alone to take a trip to the Western Regions and saw some exotic scenery. Xiao Sangsang, if you get vacant in the future, I will take you to meet folks over there, and you can see people with red hair and green eyes over there. "Yang Zixuan carefully throws out a small bait, Mu Rou Sang actually loves to play and walks around. This classic exotic style really tickles her heart.

"Really?"

However, she really wanted to look up at the blue sky on the soil of the Western Region. According to legend, there is the closest place to God, with the purest and most beautiful soul in the world, which is an indisputable pure land.

"Well, the folk customs there are simple but also sturdy. The girls there are very good at kung fu on horseback, one by one they can sing and dance, and they are different from our Da Zhou women, fresh.

Yang Zixuan remembered the flaming mountains, the beautiful camel bells, and the girl who was as enthusiastic as the fire. He thought that Mu Rou Sang must be such a beautiful scenery.

"I really hope to have a chance to see it."

"Ah, yes, you, I have brought you two gifts, and you should still be able to catch Xiao Sangsang's eyes."

"Come and show me." Mu Rouzang couldn't wait.

"Xiaotong, Xiaotong, get things out soon." Yang Zixuan shouted towards the door.

Chunfeng heard it outside, and came in busy: "Xiao Tong went to the guest room to put luggage before, but hasn't come yet. Master Yang, please wait a moment."

Yang Zixuan was a little impatient, so he wanted to take Mu Rouzang to go through his luggage, but then felt uncomfortable.

After drinking a cup of tea, Xiaotong came in holding a box: "Master, you look for slaves."

"Is something good?"

Xiaotong opened the box in her hand: "Master, girl, look!"

Mu Roulang saw a thing lying in the red brocade at a glance, and smiled with crescent eyes: "Hurry up and show it to me."

Chunran rushed forward and took it from Xiaotong. There was a large conch lying in the box, with a Buddha statue carved on it, and both sides were covered with a complicated gold pattern, turquoise and red coral. , The entire conch atmosphere reveals the mysterious charm unique to the Western Regions.

"Dongar!" Aunt Liu, who was a pilaster, exclaimed.

Yang Zixuan found her from the moment he entered, and his eyes turned slightly. It seems that Mu Rouzang went to Xiangyang for a lot of things.

Reaching out and touching his smooth chin, he asked with a smile, "This is it?"

Mu Rouzang raised his head and smiled, "Aunt Liu, the foster aunt whom my godmother asked for me, this is Yang Zixuan, the son of the Zhongyi Hou family in Beijing."

She introduced them politely.

Aunt Liu performed a standard etiquette, and Yang Zixuan's pupils tightened. He immediately thought of who wrote it, and only that person had the ability to get people out of the palace.

"Aunt knows this?"

Mu Rouzang did not know that Yang Zixuan had seen Aunt Liu's roots.

This is the family's advantage. These details have been taught by a person. After Yang Zixuan was raised, Zhongyi Hou often took it with him. Do n’t ask anyone to teach him carefully. He learned a lot. "Well, this is a musical instrument in the Holy Ritual. I didn't expect Master Yang to get it."

Mu Rouzang was surprised when he heard the praise from Aunt Liu.

Yang Zixuan just chuckled and did not answer her, but turned to Mu Rou Sang: "Little Sang Sang, you are so sad to me!"

Uh! What's wrong? Convulsions?

"Where did I make you sad?" She really didn't understand.

He stretched his fingers and pointed the box to tell her to look again. Yang Zixuan was extremely resentful. Obviously he had said two things just now. Why was there only one in her mind?

"Yeah, this is it!" Dzi Bead? !! Mu Rouzang was surprised. The dzi in this hand was oblong. She picked it up and looked at it. The sand-colored dzi had a large golden sky on one side, but a pattern like an ancient Egyptian painting on the other side. She I really don't understand and I don't understand what this means.

"Shuangshou ambiguity and self-embarrassment" in Sanskrit stands for Fushou Shuangquan, and talks about marriage.

Aunt Liu looked a little annoyed, staring unhappyly at Yang Zixuan. He narrowed his eyelids and looked at Aunt Liu coldly, thinking of the tender willow leaves in the spring, and suddenly a steel dagger stabbed into her eyes. !!

This is to warn Aunt Liu, don't think that it is from the palace, you can just wantonly arbitrarily in front of the masters.

Mu Rouzang didn't realize this. She and Chunran were looking down at the gadget.

"Does embarrassment mean dzi?" Whispered to himself.

Yang Zixuan's face quickly changed, and a smile was like the warm sun in winter: "Well, Xiao Sang Sang, you are so smart, I have no use for it. Anyway, you have to leave some space to show others!"

Mu Rouzang gave him a white eye, and then he was very polite to pick up the dzi and put it on her own hand. Then she looked at her with a smile: "You are also stingy, don't get me a bracelet first However, this rope is not worn with this clothes. "

Dzi beads are strung with a rope made of cowhide and matched with her exquisite clothes.

Yang Zixuan said: "Go back and book one for you in Beijing."

Xiaotong couldn't help laughing: "My younger master got this thing and rushed back and forth. The wind meals and sleeps along the way were just to give the gift to the girl a year ago, but also said that there is no need to prepare other years of etiquette, but It's a frivolity. "

Yang Zixuan glared at him with dissatisfaction: "You talk the most."

Mu Rou Sang's heart moved slightly, but his mouth said, "It's really hard for you, I like it very much." I felt bored all winter, and the unexplained loosening was much faster.

"No thanks, this time, I went to Xiyu this time, and I brought some Central Plains silk tea, tea leaves and pickles that were taken out of the ice kiln last year, and shipped them to Xiyu together. Hey, how do you thank me, Xiao Sangsang? ! "

He wanted to reach out and care for the sadness in her eyes ...

"Really?" Her smile was as dazzling as the peach-colored water lotus that gradually fainted on the ink painting!

"Of course it is true. You can sleep in a silver bed this time."

Mu Rouzang was in a good mood, and joked: "Am I the kind of person?" Who completely forgot the flowers and silver in Xiangyang.

With Yang Zixuan's company, she has no time to think about Su Ruirui. Perhaps the best medicine for healing is time, everything will fade away with time ...

The arrival of Yang Zixuan pulled all the pickles prepared by Mu Rouzangdu, while Su Ruirui was still in the capital.

When the kimchi was shipped away, it was already the winter solstice, and Yang Zixuan had eaten dumplings made by Mu Rou Sang himself.

I still remember when he said, "Little Sang Sang, you won't just watch my ears freeze!"

There was a pain in Mu Roulang's unexplained heart, as the saying goes: the winter solstice misplaced the dumpling bowl, and the ears were frozen.