All Hail Cousin Brother

At this moment, Zhou Linghuai had already put on his shoes.

Yu Youyao quickly asked: "Cousin, how do you feel now? Is the leg pain any better?"

Zhou Linghuai's expression was relaxed, and his frowning eyebrows were loosened: "The pain has been relieved by half. I think it will be used every day in the future, and then taken internally with medicinal wine, and if it is taken orally to reconcile, the leg pain will also be mostly cured."

Yu Youyao couldn't bear it when she heard this, and hurriedly called Chun Xiao: "Hurry up and bring the altar of medicinal wine I put in the incense room."

Zhou Linghuai was taken aback: "Didn't you say that the medicinal wine will take a few days before you can drink it?"

Yu Youyao said: "It's written in the prescription that it's best to drink it after ten days of aging, but adding spirit dew to the medicinal wine will definitely have a good effect. Cousin will drink it first to see how it works. It's okay for me to soak some more."

After a while, Chunxiao came over with a small jar of myrrh wine.

Myrrh wine is brewed with high-quality Shanxi Fen wine. It is light red in color and very crystal clear.

Zhou Linghuai drank a cup, the taste was mellow and long-lasting, with the bitter fragrance of myrrh and the fragrance of frankincense frankincense, a bit like the milk wine he drank in Youzhou in the early years, it was still very good.

The wine is a little bit strong, and when it enters the throat, it only feels lingering. After entering the stomach, it feels like the inside of the abdomen is on fire.

Although Zhou Linghuai doesn't like drinking, it doesn't mean that he has a poor capacity for drinking.

In fact, when he was nine years old, he was already in the army. He ate a lot of meat and drank heavily with the veterans, and his mother would take care of him, but his father didn't think so.

He completely forgot that he, a real man, never drank more than three rounds when he drank outside.

When others persuaded him to drink, he said that there was a tigress in the family.

But anyone who is knowledgeable does not dare to persuade him anymore.

After all, persuading people to drink is one thing, but it would be too much to cause disharmony between husband and wife.

When meeting people who don't know how to be funny, they have to make fun of them, but his father is not afraid: "Drinking hurts your health, my wife loves me, how can I not know what is good?!"

After hearing this, others will know——

Come on, His Royal Highness King You is strict with his wives. This is Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai. One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. It is completely hopeless.

If you continue to persuade, you are asking for trouble.

If he was at home, his father wouldn't even dare to drink a drop of wine. Of course, he also secretly hid the wine, and occasionally drank a small cup secretly to relieve his cravings.

My mother also opened her eyes and closed her eyes.

This glass of wine is not intoxicating, I just feel that the wine has entered my stomach, my heart is happy and joyful, and I feel a little drunk.

Zhou Linghuai's complexion was also charming, and his lips were full of redness. He just felt relaxed and relaxed, revealing a charming look.

Especially a pair of eyes, full of endless longing, full of affection, as if they were extremely glamorous, revealing a demon on the contrary.

This is the first time Yu Youyao saw Gu Yan's charming and charming cousin, so she put her cheeks on her cheeks and admired it: "The sun is like the sun in the east. The skin is soft and radiant, and the quality is radiant." , how can it be a word [yan]? Cousin really deserves it, Lang Yan is unique, there is no other in the world."

The glass of wine just now seemed to burn into the eyes, and the area around the eyes was also dyed red.

Zhou Linghuai's smile deepened, and his eyes were even brighter: "Wine is a rare and good wine. It makes people feel refreshed and warms their body."

The damp evil is gone, and the body is naturally comfortable.

Zhou Linghuai picked up the wine jar again without realizing it, and poured himself a glass of wine.

Yu Youyao hurriedly said: "This wine is served every morning, noon and evening.

It's okay to have a drink or two, but you can't drink more." Seemingly worried that her cousin would not listen to her advice, she continued: "Medicated wine is also wine, drink it in moderation, it can strengthen your body, clear your muscles, and activate your collaterals. Excessive, but harmful to the body. "

Zhou Linghuai leaned on the wheelchair, lazily: "After finishing this cup, I won't drink it."

The cousins ​​sat in front of the carbon cage and talked.

Before I knew it, it was lunch time.

It is rare for Madam Xu to cook by herself, and she made Laba meals, including Laba tofu, Laba noodles, wheat kernel rice, Laba beans, and a white jade ginseng soup. It is simple but delicious.

This year's Laba Festival, although a little cleaner, is also joyful and warm.

On the second day, King Li of Zhou was buried and his clothes were removed.

In the small kitchen, hot water was boiled with dried pomelo peels, and Chun Xiao served Yu Youyao to take a bath: "Take off your clothes today, wash with pomelo peels, and get rid of bad luck."

Grandma Liu also directed the servants to put away all the filial cloths and burn them clean. The room was also sprinkled with pomelo peel water, exuding a faint fragrance.

Zhou Linghuai was not idle either, he picked seven or eight of the largest, highest quality, and best-looking Xielong stones to keep, and planned to take some time to carve them and give them to Yu Youyao.

Xielong stone is of good quality, so it doesn't need a lot of work, just a little decoration, it will take some effort.

After picking Yu Youyao's, he picked two smaller ones with high quality but poor appearance, and sent someone to An Shoutang.

As for carving, Mrs. Yu will find a stone carving craftsman, so there is no need for him to do it for her.

The other masters in the mansion also each gave a piece that was smaller but of good quality.

It's not that he is stingy, the Xielong stone is rare, and it's because of his relationship with the monks of Wutai Mountain that he got the good stone that has been hidden in the temple for many years.

Even the poorer quality stones are rare and good stones, whether they are for Fengshui ornaments, carving inkstones, or engraving seals, they are all excellent.

Even if you send it out, you won't be unable to take it out.

Of course, Zhou Linghuai wouldn't give away things that he couldn't get his hands on.

On the third day after taking off the clothes, a group of people from the Marquis of Changxing arrived at the Meridian Gate at 3:00 p.m.

Execution!

Yu Youyao was standing in the yard wearing a pomegranate red cloak with a fox fur collar.

The sky was full of snowflakes, and the howling cold wind, like a roaring beast, screamed and howled between the heaven and the earth, and the whole Jingzhao was filled with a chill.

It is almost conceivable that the executioner swung his knife down, the head fell to the ground, blood was sprayed on the snow on the ground, and the red snow turned into blood. What kind of scene is it?

Zhou Linghuai came to her in a wheelchair: "Once the Laba Festival is over, the taste of the new year will become stronger. Every household must prepare new year's goods to welcome the end of the day when we get rid of the old and welcome the new. I hope that the weather will be smooth and rainy in the coming year, and everything will go smoothly."

Therefore, neither the emperor nor the courtiers were willing to keep the Marquis of Changxing and others until the New Year.

In spring and summer, everything grows, and it is the main vitality, so it is not good to make more blood and go against the sky.

In autumn and winter, everything withers, and the Lord chills.

Collaboration with the enemy, persecution of the royal family and other heinous crimes, if they are not dealt with for a day, it will make people worry about the matter.

Yu Youyao naturally understood what he meant, and sighed slightly: "People who have been sentenced to exile, when will they leave?"

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In ancient times, the punishment of beheading was usually performed after autumn. To be precise, it was the time of the alternation of autumn and winter, but there were also executions in winter, but not too many

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