The Favoured Medical Princess: Extra 3: Yong Yang (Full) Long-cherished Wish

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In the golden autumn in the south of the Yangtze River, the air is crisp and clear. Osmanthus flowers bloom brilliantly on the branches. The air is filled with the thick fragrance of osmanthus, and the fragrance floats ten miles away.

On the sixth day of October, the most famous theater in Sioux City, the Fuqu Garden located on Huasheng Street in the west of the city, will open a new play called "Furong Pavilion" today. The theater is very lively and crowded, almost The seats were packed.

At this time, it was still a quarter of an hour before the show started. All the guests who came to watch the show were eagerly waiting, including a fair-skinned and elegant young man in blue robe in his twenties who was sitting in the lobby on the first floor. and a five or six year old girl beside him.

"Crash..."

The young man in blue robe was pouring tea for the girl. At this time, the waiter came over with an old woman in blue robe with gray hair.

"Mr. Li," the waiter greeted the blue-robed young man familiarly, nodded and said, "The garden is full today. I wonder if Mr. Li would mind sharing a table with Mrs. Fu?"

From the waiter's tone, I knew that Mr. Li should be a frequent visitor to the theater.

Before Young Master Li could speak, the girl beside him had already jumped down from the chair. She enthusiastically helped the old woman in green pull out the chair and said with a smile: "Grandma Fu, please sit down. ”

The little girl is extremely well-raised, white, plump and rosy, with round curly hair and a string of glass beads. She wears a pink floral embroidered thin coat, and she looks great. Very cute.

"Thank you, little baby." The old woman in green, also known as Yong Yang, bowed her head and smiled at the girl in pink and sat down.

"My name is not Little Doll," the girl introduced herself familiarly, "Grandma Fu, my name is Xinxin, beloved heart."

"Xinxin, what a nice name." Yongyang looked at the cute girl with loving eyes, smiling so much that the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were squeezed together.

"Of course, this is the name my father gave me!"

"..."

The old man and the young man chatted with each other like this, and they seemed to be quite in tune with each other. Mr. Li on the side twitched his eyes. With the familiar personality of his silly daughter, he I am really afraid that one day I will be abducted. When she goes back today, she must let the person at home give her a good lesson!

"锵锵锵锵!"

A loud sound of gongs and drums came from the direction of the stage, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

The time has come.

As a burst of melodious and cheerful music sounded, two actors with heavy makeup appeared on the stage one after another, and the play began.

The guests around him became quiet, and their fiery gazes were all looking in the same direction - the stage in front. Only Yongyang looked at Mr. Li beside him from time to time while drinking tea. .

He has a delicate face, skin as fair as jade, medium height, and a somewhat thin figure, just like an ordinary Jiangnan scholar.

At this moment, he was watching the play on the stage intently, his dark eyes shining brightly.

Beside him, Xinxin also had the same expression and eyes as him. Occasionally, he would pick up the tea cup and take a sip of tea, then put it back carefully without making any unusual noise.

This girl has a lively personality but is not impetuous. It seems that she has learned the daily rules well. Thinking about it, Yong Yang couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

In a moment, a climax came on the stage. The guests all around applauded and the theater was noisy and lively.

The first episode ended abruptly at the climax, and the actors on the stage retreated one after another, suddenly becoming deserted.

You have to take a tea break in the middle before starting the second fold.

The guests around were still unfinished, whispering to each other about the play just now. When they talked about their interest, everyone's blood boiled. For a while, the theater was even more lively than when the opera was performed just now.

"Grandma Fu, don't you like this play?" Suddenly, Xinxin asked Yongyang seriously.

Yongyang was startled, and saw the girl looking at him unblinkingly with her **** grape-like eyes, and her small cherry mouth seemed to be a little aggrieved.

At this moment, Yong Yang couldn't help but overlap the cute little round face in front of him with another face in his memory. His mind was turbulent and he was in a trance.

What a resemblance!

Yongyang let out a cry from the bottom of his heart and quickly came to his senses.

Looking at the female doll, Yongyang couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. Her hands were itchy and she wanted to rub the top of the female doll's black and soft hair.

She just looked at the big and small, not listening to what was being sung in the play, so she could only say vaguely: "I prefer martial arts to literary plays."

"Grandma Fu, I also like martial arts dramas, especially "The Monkey King in Heaven"!" She said with great interest, "But, Granny Fu, literary dramas are also very interesting! Like today's "The Furong Pavilion", But the play written by Zhu Sheng, the most powerful layman in Suzhou, is just the first chapter, and the rest will be more exciting..."

Seeing his daughter Wang Po selling melons and boasting about herself, Mr. Li smiled sheepishly at Yong Yang and said, "Mrs. Fu, my little daughter has always been noisy, which really disturbs your peace." While speaking, , he directly covered his daughter's little mouth, only to hear the girl making pitiful babbles, and could no longer speak.

Yongyang smiled slightly, with a deep smile in his eyes, and said: "Young Master Li is so polite, he has a very cute heart, and his temperament is very similar to that of my granddaughter."

"Grandma Fu, how old is your granddaughter?" Xinxin finally took off the hand covering her mouth and couldn't help but interject and asked.

"She is going to be a mother this year..."

"Isn't that very big?"

"..."

While the old man and the young man were talking, another sharp sound of gongs and drums sounded, and the second part of the play began to be sung amidst the music...

Weeping and complaining on the stage, thunderous applause from the audience, applause erupted from time to time in the theater, almost tearing off the roof, and came one after another... By the time the play was finished, it was already It's almost time to apply.

The sky outside turned gloomy at some point, and a light rain began to fall in the sky. The raindrops pattered, dripping, and covered the houses, streets, bridges, and alleys with a layer of white mist. There was no trace of fog on the road. What a pedestrian.

"It's raining..."

Under the eaves of the theater, the girl looked at the thin rain curtain and said with some annoyance.

The Mr. Li bowed his head and blinked at his daughter, and deliberately imitated his daughter's tone and said distressedly: "Then we can't go home?"

"Mr. Li, Xinxin," Yongyang suggested with a smile as he followed the two of them out of the theater door, "We are destined to meet each other. How about letting my carriage take you two back home?"

As he spoke, a green-covered carriage slowly drove up in front of Yongyang. The driver was a capable middle-aged woman. She looked at them with a dazzling look, and her right hand holding the whip subconsciously exerted a slight force.

Xinxin stretched out a chubby little hand to hold Mr. Li's robe, raised her head and looked at him with questioning eyes, as if asking, is it okay?

"Xiaoyun! Xinxin!"

At this moment, a clear male voice came from not far behind. The voice was warm and clear, and it was particularly clear amid the patter of rain.

Hearing this, Yongyang trembled, as if he was frozen for a moment, and couldn't move for a while.

"Dad!" Xin Xin followed the voice and waved his hands vigorously behind Yong Yang excitedly.

Yongyang took a deep breath, slowly turned around and looked over.

Next to a carriage two or three feet away, a young man in willow robes walked slowly towards this side holding a gray tung oil umbrella.

The young man was tall and tall, almost half a head taller than the others around him. He was particularly conspicuous in this water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Under the shadow of the tung oil umbrella, there was a gentle smile on his handsome face. The whole person looked strange and yet somewhat familiar...

Yongyang stared at him blankly, a faint mist appearing in front of his eyes.

This is Li Jia!

She had heard Ying Twelve describe Li Jia carefully, and had also seen several portraits specially prepared by Ying Twelve, but when she really saw Li Jia, she still had a dream-like feeling in her heart.

Li Jia looks a lot like their Ahe, with a similar body shape and eyes... They all say that his nephew is like an uncle. It should be said that he looks like Ahe's father...

As he was thinking, Li Jia, who was holding a big umbrella, walked closer. The rainwater fell pattering down the umbrella, and the "tick-tick-tock" echoed in Yongyang's ears. The sound seemed to be amplified many times.

Yongyang took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

She didn’t expect to meet Li Jia, her grandson, here today!

Thinking about it, Yong Yang’s eyes were deep and complicated.

In the past nearly half a year, Ying Twelve had almost thoroughly investigated all three generations of the Li family, and investigated every detail of the Li family's affairs.

The Li family is very good, whether it is Mr. Li, Mrs. Li, or Li Jia's wife Li Yun. Li Jia, who has been ill-fated since childhood, may be his greatest happiness to meet this family!

In mid-September, after the situation in the court was generally stable, Yongyang took two personal soldiers all the way from the royal capital to Jiangnan. Three days ago, she arrived in Suzhou by boat, but she had not yet gone to see Li Jia.

Maybe it’s because she’s shy about being close to home, maybe she doesn’t want to disturb his life, or maybe, even if she meets Li Jia, they are just strangers, so what can she say...

Yongyang knew that Li Jia’s wife Li Yun liked to watch the theater the most. Every now and then, she would dress up as a man and take her daughter to the Fuqu Garden to watch the theater. So Yongyang came too. She had been here once the day before yesterday and came from a distance. Looking at Li Yun and Xin Xin on the second floor; this was the second time today. Unexpectedly, because the theater was overcrowded, the waiter actually pulled her over to share a table with the mother and daughter.

Xinxin is very lively. Although Li Yun didn't say a few words, it can be seen from the relationship between their mother and daughter that this family is very happy. Only a happy family can raise a child like Xinxin.

"Daddy!" Xinxin rushed towards Li Jia excitedly, holding daddy's left hand with one hand and said, "Are you here to pick up my mother and me?"

Li Yun didn't have time to stop him, and his daughter revealed that he was a girl. He looked at Yong Yang with some embarrassment, but found that Yong Yang's face was as usual, and he didn't seem to care at all.

Li Jia followed his wife's gaze and looked at Yong Yang doubtfully, and asked: "Xiaoyun, this is..."

Li Yun cleared his throat in embarrassment and told them everything about how they accidentally shared a table with Mrs. Fu to watch a play, and how the other party proposed to send them home because of the rain. .

Li Jia looked at Yong Yang calmly, smiled slightly, nodded to Yong Yang distantly and said, "Mrs. Fu, thank you for your kindness."

Yongyang was still looking at Li Jia, as if she wanted to imprint his appearance deeply in her heart. She moved her lips and slowly said: "It's just a little effort."

"Xiaoyun, Xinxin, let's go home."

While Li Jia picked up his daughter, he called his wife to come under the umbrella. He carefully carried his daughter into the carriage first, then helped his wife get into the carriage.

In just a few breaths, his back and sleeves were soaked by the rain, but he didn't seem to care...

Very good, her grandson is a good husband and a good father... Yongyang suddenly smiled, and the melancholy in his heart was swept away at this moment.

She had nothing to ask for, she just hoped that her grandson would live well! Now it seems that God has treated her well!

"Pa——"

With the sharp sound of the horse whip, Li Mansion's carriage moved forward in a hurry.

In the wind and rain, you can vaguely hear the excited voice of the girl:

"Dad! "Furong Pavilion" written by mom is so beautiful! Everyone likes it so much! It would be great if dad and younger brother came to watch it with us today..."

The carriage gradually went away, and the girl’s voice became softer and softer, becoming more and more vague, and was soon drowned out by the patter of rain...

When I saw you off, it was raining heavily.