Neither a zither nor a zither, nor a zither,

The column pushing strings have not been completed.

Want to disperse all the hatred of white hair,

Only two or three sounds of red sleeves are needed.

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But it is not OK to not answer.

Yun Shao gently pushed him down from behind and asked afterwards.

"A Ni!" Gao Yue turned around quickly and lowered his head to explain to his wife that he was indeed impulsive at that time and could not bear to see Yunhe marry into the Dou family, so he randomly fabricated a "Xingyuanya General Hu Ben" and he would do his best to help Yunhe arrange it.

"What after that? Yunhe seems to be waiting for someone for so many years."

Hearing his wife's words, Gao Yue leaned against the small screen in fear, his face turned pale.

Fortunately, Zhihui reminded her in advance that no matter what the mistress asked, third brother, you just need to pretend to be confused and follow the mistress's wishes and go down.

So Gao Yue pretended to ponder, not talking.

At this moment, Yun Shao sighed quietly, put the wooden comb in the box, and then looked at him with his eyes: "Songqing, you actually know that my mother and I have been together since childhood, and we are the most sisterly love. When you were in the first place, my heart was yours, and you were still cold at that time, and Yunhe always helped me; when the princess came to marry, you escaped and married me, Yunhe was also by my side. Yunhe was kind to me, and A Ni was the one who was closest to A Ni in this world, except Songqing and parents, it was just her. In fact, Zhihui had told me that your men's family was dull, but in fact, A Ni had seen clearly in the hall today that Yunhe had been waiting for so many years, you should be Songqing.

Gao Yue's heart was about to jump into his throat, and the corners of his mouth twitched. The biggest trouble now was that he didn't know what expression to make in front of his wife.

I suddenly realized it? No, this made me feel very relieved. Will A Ni suspect that I had cheated on Yunhe before? It seems that this is not the word in her era.

An angry expression? It's not OK. This is too serious. A Ni has always been from the sixth sense. This behavior can't be hidden from her at all. I'm afraid A Ni knows everything about her before marriage, but she just likes to make mistakes.

Frosty as water? Bah, you are as cold as water! You are as cold as water on the couch! You are sweating like fire and rain on the rain, but your wife has seen it before.

Logically speaking, in such a deceitful scene as the Tang Dynasty officialdom, I am already the youngest and most promising screenwriter and actor, but A Ni's natural restraint of all slutty operations is really a nemesis!

In the end, Gao Yue could only slowly, slowly, carefully support his hands on the couch, and his head lowered, and said weakly in front of his wife: It was equivalent to admitting: "Actually, I know Yunhe's thoughts a little, but I don't know how to deal with it at all."

After saying that, Gao Yue took out a bronze mirror of diamond flower with a patterned pattern from another red sandalwood box in front of the bed and handed it to his wife. "The night when I returned to Xingyuan Mansion, I saw Yun and Yufuya Lane holding a mirror and talking to myself, and happened to meet me, and then..."

Before he finished speaking, Gao Yue was hugged by his wife's "big big" heart, and his face was surrounded by soft warmth. Just like the endless sea, A Ni's hanging hair scratched his nose, and Xiao Su patted his neck with his hand, gently, "Songqing, are you afraid of Ah Father and Uncle? Yunhe and I are both Shengpingfang Cui family, and we can also be considered as the five-member girl."

"A Ni, do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

"Of course it's the truth."

"Actually...is not afraid."

"You are not afraid that my father would be so angry that he used a knife to give you..."

"What I fear the most is always A Ni!"

"Pure-minded, how could A Ni treat you not gentle? I really am the Censor of Zhizai." Yun Shao was amused and crying, and slowly closed Gao Yue's hair with his fair arms.

"Duan Gong." Gao Yue shouted (the Censor of the Tang Dynasty Censorate, known as Duan Gong), and A Ni immediately burst out and then the princess laughed constantly.

The next day, in the front yard of the official house, there were several girls wearing red or green short jackets, mostly from the Xingyuan Prefecture's servants and officials. They surrounded the proud Jing'er, holding a bronze mirror in their hands, shouting, "I watched it under the moon in my yard last night. The voices from the bronze films are really Ah Jing!"

Gao Jing stood in the center, touching the sky-storming braid on his head with great distress, looking at A and A, who were full of sincerity, "Why will it be my voice? Then which one should I choose?"

After many struggles, Gao finally chose the whitest, the softest, Aliang, and announced that he would set up a "ritual club" in the valley board to use a villain to hold the tribute to him and Aliang.

Sure enough, they have the same virtue as him.

Although the other little girls were sad for the time being, they soon started to talk and laugh. They laid bamboo horses, windmills, kites, shuttlecocks, etc. under the garden flower stand, then picked up the utensils, set up the curtains, pretended to be "making wine" and "casting money", and wanted to hold the tribute from Ajing and Aliang.

"You little dog head!" At this time, Yun He, who had just walked out of the small side hall, was so angry that his pink face turned red when he saw this scene.

"Young aunt is so fierce." At this time, the other little girls hugged Gao Jing and frightened, and couldn't help but scatter.

With a creaking sound, the window in the east hall opposite was stretched away. Yunhe turned around and saw that the elder sister was smiling, constantly waving to her inside!

At noon, Yunhe, who had returned from his sister's face, blushed even more. He lay on the bamboo rope bed, shaking the fan restlessly, but he could not get rid of the burn on his face.

On the desk table by the window, her bronze mirror was put back there again.

At this time, Gao Yue stayed in the government office for dinner. After he finished eating with his colleagues, he felt much more relaxed. With Wei Ping, Liu Deshi and the county magistrates who came here, he rode out of Xingyuan Prefecture City and headed towards Shanhewei.

When Gao Yue went to the capital, Gao Gu, the military commander, led all the Baicao Army and the 4,000 prisoners of war in Huaixi who were assigned by the emperor, and returned to Xingyuan Prefecture along the land route of Shangjin Road.

Immediately, Gao Gu ordered the entire army, under the guidance of Master Mingxuan, Liu Deshi, and Wei Ping, to take advantage of the free time of not fighting, to officially sound the horn of the camp in the old place of Shanhewei after the silt.

At the beginning, the Huaixi soldiers had a strong resistance, but the Baicao Army was from the northwest camp field. They were very good at dealing with the soldiers who "who ploughed the fields when they were hot?" In addition, the families of the Huaixi soldiers also came from the Hanchuan waterway one after another. With the help of resettlement, they also settled down and joined the children of more than 2,000 state soldiers, starting at Shanheyan, Chiya Pass, Huangsha River in Mian County, and Yuehe in Yangzhou. A total of four areas were mixed with rice and wheat.

After the silt, the Shanhewei was sprinkled with lime as fertilizer, and the brine was greatly improved. The repaired dam was opened with six dock gates to attract irrigation from Baoshui. According to Master Mingxuan's original plan at Bailicheng, filtered stone troughs and grilles were set up to isolate the infiltration of a large amount of mud and sand and prevent congestion from the canals.

At the clear and bright water canal flow, the fields were cut and divided, and monuments were erected, and different villages were responsible for it.

Rice likes water, and wheat is afraid of waterlogging. How do these two grains be mixed together?

Master Mingxuan has his own way.
Chapter completed!