The Chai family caravan marched in an orderly manner, and finally entered Yanzhou after half a month's trek.
The Yu family has lived in Gaoping County, Yanzhou for generations, and is a well-known big family in Yanzhou. Seeing the familiar yet unfamiliar scenery outside the window, Yu Qingjia sighed silently. Yanzhou, Yu family, she is back again.
The Chai family caravan did not pass through Gaoping County, and now that the ancestral house was in sight, Yu Qingjia could walk back by himself for the rest of the journey. She expressed her intention to go to the shopkeeper of the Chai family at the right time, and after a few pleasantries, she put on the curtain and planned to hire another car to go back to the city.
Yu Qingjia went to say goodbye to the shopkeeper of the Chai family, and Murong Yan was waiting for her by the side of the road. Yu Qingjia didn't delay too long, she politely declined the polite words from the shopkeeper of the Chai family to send them home, and soon got out of the caravan. As soon as she turned around, she saw Murong Yan standing quietly on the side, layers of curtains waving gently in the wind, and he was slender and quiet, with an indescribable sense of beauty.
Yu Qingjia didn't know why her heart felt warm, someone was waiting for her. Yu Qingjia quickly ran to Murong Yan, raised her face and said with a smile, "Let's go."
Murong Yan nodded lightly. The two had just walked a few steps when they suddenly heard a voice calling from behind: "Miss Yu, please stay."
Yu Qingjia looked back in surprise, and saw a strong young man chasing him in a hurry. Someone in the caravan was calling him, but he ignored it. Chai Goro stopped in front of Yu Qingjia, his face was blushing because of running or something.
"Mr. Chai Xiaolang?" Yu Qingjia was very surprised to see Chai Wulang. She thought to herself that she should have left nothing behind in the convoy. What did this young man from the Chai family catch up with?
"Miss Yu, are you leaving now?"
"That's right." Yu Qingjia nodded and smiled slightly through the curtain, "Thank you for your care along the way. My cousin and I are going home soon. I wish Goro and the shopkeeper a safe journey."
Chai Wulang couldn't hide the disappointment on his face. There were so many trivial things along the way, and Yu Qingjia was always wearing a curtain, so he didn't see Yu Qingjia a few times. After finally plucking up the courage to look for her, he was distracted by Yu Qingjia's difficult cousin. So carefully speaking, since he set off from Xisong Town, he has not spoken to Yu Qingjia a few times.
Now Miss Yu is going home, so I will go to say goodbye, I don't know if I can never meet again. Chai Wulang couldn't express his reluctance in his heart. He took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to ask, "Thank you for your good words, Miss Yu. Where do you live, Miss Yu?"
Yu Qingjia said goodbye to Chai Wulang with a smile, and was taken aback when he heard this: "Why does Chai Xiaolang ask this?"
"It's nothing." Chai Goro's courage just accumulated seemed to be punctured suddenly, he faltered, his eyes drifted, and his dark face slowly turned red: "It's nothing interesting, I just want to know Miss Yu..."
Murong Yan has been watching from the side since Chai Wulang caught up. Hearing this, he sneered slightly in his heart, turned around and left without saying a word.
"Hey, Jing Huan!" Yu Qingjia didn't expect Murong Yan to turn around and leave suddenly. She looked back anxiously, not caring about what Chai Goro had left to say, and hurriedly said, "I have to go after my cousin, excuse me."
Chai Goro couldn't help calling out, and stretched out his hand uncontrollably, as if he wanted to grab the sweetheart in front of him, but his palm fell to the ground, only the light white gauze flowed across his palm like flowing water.
Chai Wulang stared blankly at Yu Qingjia who turned around without hesitation, and quickly caught up with Murong Yan. She seemed to have complained to Murong Yan, and the two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, and walked away arguing like that.
"I want to ask you, where do you live, where is Gao Tang, and whether you are married..."
Yu Qingjia caught up with Murong Yan, she held down the brim of her restless hat, her tone was complaining, but it was natural and intimate: "Other people are still saying goodbye to us, how can you just leave without listening to what the other party has to say!"
Murong Yan was different from Yu Qingjia. As soon as the son of the Chai family started, he could guess what that person was going to say next. Murong Yan was never a person who could hold back his temper. He was displeased, so of course he turned around and left, but Yu Qingjia immediately dropped the other party to chase him, which made Murong Yan feel better.
"It's none of my business if he comes to say goodbye." Murong Yan glanced at Yu Qingjia lightly, and said, "Didn't you say no to say goodbye and don't be too rude? Why didn't you listen to what you just said?"
"You still said, it's not because of you." Yu Qingjia said angrily, "You turn around and leave without saying anything, how can I leave you?"
The closer they got to Gaoping City, the more lively the carriages and horses were, so Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan found a carriage on the side of the road, gave the driver a few copper coins, and asked him to go to Jian'an Lane. As soon as the coachman heard about Jian'an Lane, he knew that the two people in front of him had a lot of backgrounds, so he didn't dare to look any further. After Yu Qingjia and the two of them sat down, he whistled and steered his horse towards the city gate.
It rained last night, and the autumn rain became cooler every time. After a night of tossing, many fallen leaves peeled off from the branches, mixed with cold water and submerged on the bluestone slab. There was even rain in low-lying places, reflecting the gray sky above. A drop of water slipped from the black and brown branch, and suddenly there were circles of ripples. In the trembling of the water, a white skirt lightly covered half of the water surface, and the misty white gauze was slowly reflected on the other half of the water surface. superior.
Yu Qingjia held the knocker on the black corner door and knocked it three times unhurriedly: "Is anyone there?"
After knocking for a while, the servant inside tentatively opened the door a crack, and looked suspiciously at the two women who were wearing curtains and covering their entire body: "Who are you?"
Yu Qingjia held the white gauze with her fingertips, gently opened it to both sides, and nodded to the house slave inside: "It's me, Liu Niang."
The house slave was stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth in disbelief: "It turned out to be Miss Six! Miss, didn't you follow Dalang to Qingzhou? Why are you the only one..."
The house slave looked back and made sure that Yu Qingjia had no followers besides another unidentified woman. Yu Qingjia sighed, and said, "This is Jingniang, the concubine Ji brought back by my father when he was in office. The whole story is hard to explain..."
The news of Yu Qingjia's celibate return soon spread to the inner room. Mr. Yu didn't sleep well last night, but today he got up with the chilly autumn wind and his headache became worse. She wore a forehead protector and was listlessly leaning on the couch. Old Master Yu glanced down the hall, then cast a cold glance at the woman who was still wearing a curtain outside the gate, and his tone was really not good: "Why are there only two of you? How did you come back, Da Lang?" ?”
Yu Qingjia could only recount the experience of his father who suddenly received a transfer order and took his family on the road, but was assassinated halfway. After talking about the shocking horse, Yu Qingjia omitted all the things she and Murong Yan were on the road, but simply said: "Jing Niang and I got separated from my father, and we met a caravan in the nearest town. The caravan escorted them back to Yanzhou."
Old Lord Yu frowned when he heard about the attack, and became even more displeased when he heard that Yu Qingjia was escorted back by a caravan of ordinary people. At this time, the most important thing is the romanticism of celebrities. The so-called festivals, men's and women's defense, and other rules have not yet risen. Yu Laojun doesn't think that Yu Qingjia is innocent by traveling alone. She just dislikes Yu Qingjia and the common people for half a month, insulting them The lintel of the Yu family.
"What about Dalang?"
Yu Qingjia sighed lowly when he said this: "Father was injured by villains. Fortunately, he was escorted by a servant. He found the protection of the prefect of Pingchang County nearby and went to Pingchang City to recuperate. We received a letter from my father when we were at the inn. In the letter, my father said that he was fine, but that his injury was not healed and he could not go on the road, so he had to stay in Pyeongchang County for a while, and he would bring someone back when the injury on his body healed completely. I learned that my father was in good health At this time, I was quite far away from Pingchang County. The servant who delivered the letter advised me to come back and report the letter to Laojun. After hesitating for a moment, I followed my father's instructions and immediately wrote a letter to let me know. The servants will send them back to Pingchang, and I will take Mrs. Jing back to Yanzhou first."
Mr. Yu didn't care about Yu Qingjia's life or death, but he was very concerned about Yu Wenjun, the only male in the second room of the eldest room. She immediately said, "Give me the letter."
Yu Qingjia took out Yu Wenjun's letter from his sleeve and handed it to the maidservant standing next to him. After the maidservant changed hands several times, the letter was passed to Old Master Yu.
Old Master Yu unfolded the letter paper with a sullen face, and after reading it quickly, his face became darker and darker: "I really don't worry, if I had listened to my advice and stayed in Yanzhou peacefully, there would be so much trouble. My God, I met Xiaoxiao this time, how long will I have to raise him! I know that I am the heir of the eldest son, but I still don't respect my life..."
Yu Qingjia rolled her eyes inwardly, but on the surface she still lowered her head obediently, pretending that she couldn't hear the great-grandmother's disparagement of the second room. Old Master Yu babbled and scolded for a long time, but no one answered, and it was very boring. She didn't want to look at this great-granddaughter who looked like Yu's in front of her, so she waved her hand coldly and said, "Okay, it's not easy for you to go on your way, go back and rest." Old Master Yu rolled his eyes outwards and asked coldly Said: "That is the concubine Ji brought back by Da Lang during his tenure?"
"yes."
Old Master Yu looked up and down at the figure in the courtyard, his eyes scrutinized: "They have all entered the door of my Yu's house, why don't you take off the fence? Do you understand the rules?"
Murong Yan's temperament is not tolerant, Yu Qingjia is afraid that Murong Yan will turn his face on the spot, they are alone now, and Yu Wenjun is not here, this place is different from Guangling Mansion. Yu Qingjia took a step back calmly, blocking Laojun Yu's scrutiny: "Laojun, she is a concubine concubine brought back by her father, and she hasn't been to many places yet. If there is something wrong with her, tell me, I will Going back and teaching her a lesson is really not going to bother you, old man."
Mr. Yu didn't bother to take care of a concubine, as long as Yu Wenjun didn't marry a wife, he wouldn't discriminate Li's status, so he could get it if he wanted to. Old Master Yu waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's go back."
Yu Qingjia bowed in response, stood up slowly, and retreated outside the house. When she was changing her shoes when going out, a person walked towards her outside, Yu Qingjia raised her eyes lightly, just in time to meet the other person's gaze.
The other party was wearing a loose cyan jacket, and underneath was an equally light taupe-colored long skirt, and the sleeves were elegant and refined. The other party held her head high and walked in the main hall of Yu Laojun with a particularly high air. When she saw Yu Qingjia, something flashed in her eyes, and finally turned into a most gentle smile on her lips: "Sixth sister."
Yu Qingjia also responded with an impeccable smile: "Fourth sister."
Her fourth cousin, half-sister, Yu Qingya.