In recent years, Ye Xiudi has actually lived a very carefree life.
Ever since Wen Yin's father took a concubine a few years ago, Ye Xiudi's heart is no longer as small as before.
In the past, Ye Xiudi only cared about her husband and her daughter, and devoted herself wholeheartedly to them, taking care of everything.
But later, she discovered her husband's "betrayal", so she shifted her investment to other places. And when Lai Wenyin got married, she became even more unscrupulous. During these days, she began to travel around,
Even this complexion can be seen to be better with the naked eye.
Ye Xiudi tickled the tip of her daughter's nose: "It's just you, you're such a talker! But that's fine, you know how to make fun of your mother. It seems that my new uncle treats you well."
When Song Chengyu was mentioned, Wen Yin's cheeks turned slightly red, but she did not hide it in front of her own mother.
"Yes, my husband treats me very well."
This sound also amused the brothers who were watching the fun behind them.
Ye Xiudi hadn't been so happy for a long time, and she was nagging again.
It was the old lady next to Ye Xiudi who came out and told everyone not to wait at the door. The food was ready inside, and asked everyone to go in and eat. Then they stopped asking after each other.
A group of people went inside.
Only Ye Liangye was a step late.
He looked at the backs of everyone, especially Song Chengyu who was standing next to Wen Yin... He could only purse his lips slightly.
Ye Liangyang saw that one of the people in front was missing. He glanced back and happened to meet Ye Liangye's eyes. He sank and felt that he still needed to give a few words of advice.
He walked up to Ye Liangye and said, "Brother knows that you are unwilling to accept it, but the matter has come to this. As the second cousin of Yin'er's sister, can you only bless her and let it go?"
"But what if I can't do it..."
He moved his lips slightly, and the corners of his mouth were as cold as ice.
Ye Liangyang sighed deeply: "Liangye, if you really love someone, there is nothing you can't let go of."
"But it's obviously me who met Yin'er first."
"There is no first-come-first-serve principle in things like fate. That's all. Even if I tell you, you won't understand. But as the eldest brother, I have to tell you that there is nothing you can do about this matter. Just spend the Dragon Boat Festival quietly.
Go back and don't disturb your sister Yin'er."
Ye Liangye did not respond to Ye Liangyang and followed the front all the way in.
Ye Liangyang frowned, as his younger brother was stubborn, so this matter might be difficult to handle.
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During the banquet.
Song Chengyu and Wen Yin were sitting together.
While eating, they were chatting and laughing, occasionally poetry and songs appeared, and they even played Fei Hua Ling.
There are always differences between a family of civil servants and a family of military officers.
In the military attache's family, and also in the Song family, eating is just for eating, to be full, and to have the strength to do other things later.
In the homes of civil servants, eating is also a fun and enjoyable thing, so they eat slowly.
I eat slowly, not worrying at all that the food will go cold if I can't finish it. I only worry that if it falls on the floor and no one picks it up, it will be boring.
Song Chengyu didn't like poetry and didn't answer the conversation from beginning to end.
Several brothers and sisters also knew that Song Chengyu was a military attache, and after a few words of greeting, they excluded Song Chengyu from the game.
Without having to participate in this kind of thing, Song Chengyu was happy to be at ease, eating and drinking smoothly.
But after all, you can’t eat casually like at home, you also need to chew carefully and slowly.
"Oh, I don't play anymore. I lose every time. It's so boring."
Ye Liangxing, who had been losing, started to complain.
Ye Liangyang put down the tea cup and said: "Who told you not to study hard on weekdays? Now you have no ability to play."
Ye Liangxing gritted his teeth: "I don't care. I don't want to play with this anymore. Let you fight on your own. I just want to be like sister Yin'er's husband. I just want to eat and drink well."
Ye Liangxing felt that he was losing face, so he pulled Song Chengyu who was not moving next to him.
When Song Chengyu was called, he raised his eyebrows slightly and took over the words: "I'm not good at poetry, lyrics and songs. Brothers and sisters are getting tired of playing the Flying Flower Order. How about I change the way of playing and pass the flowers around by beating the drum."
When Ye Liangxing heard this, he became excited and said, "Hey, this is good. Whoever passes it on will perform his or her own good show for us to see."
Everyone listened and thought it was good.
Ye Xiudi added at this time: "If it's just whoever passes the message, whoever performs it, I'm afraid it's a bit monotonous. I think we can use three drum beats as a round, select three people to compete, and the two losers will come again."
We don’t have anything else in the Prime Minister’s Palace to perform, and my brothers and sisters need a lot of musical instruments and weapons.”
Yang Meidian asked at the right time: "This is good, but I don't know what the three selected people will compete in?"
"How about pitching?"
Wen Yin suggested.
Ye Liangyang smiled and said: "The pot throwing is good, but sister Yin'er, you didn't choose this specifically because your husband is an excellent pot thrower, right? I know that Colonel Song is the best in horse shooting in Gansu."
Wen Yin just thought that pot throwing didn't require any effort and everyone could play it, but she didn't think about how much advantage Song Chengyu could get from it.
But what the elder brother said is right. For a general who rides and shoots on the battlefield all year round, throwing pots is indeed a bit easier for him.
"Then, brother, tell me what to choose for the competition."
Ye Liangyang thought for a while: "How about each of us write down some interesting games that we can try, and then let my aunt do the drawing, and whatever we choose will be what we choose?"
Everyone agreed, it’s feasible.
So paper, ink, pen and inkstone were placed in front of each of them.
After everyone had written down the game categories, the maid collected them together and handed them to Ye Xiudi.
Ye Xiudi looked at the dazzling array of things on it and couldn't help but read aloud: "Pushing jujube mills, playing shuttlecock, Go, hide and seek, fighting with grass, jumping with white rope... These are all good, but why is there someone playing polo here?"
Polo requires a larger venue.
You definitely can't play in this banquet hall.
But the great thing about the Prime Minister's Mansion is that it is big enough. Behind the square gate, there is a grassland, which also belongs to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
It was the place where the late emperor and the prime minister often gathered and played together when they were studying together.
Later, when the late emperor ascended the throne, he directly donated this land to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
To this day, this backyard still retains the venue where the prime minister and the late emperor played polo.
Therefore, the horses, balls, necessary clothing and grooms to lead the horses are all available.
Ye Xiudi pursed her lips as she looked at the writing on the rice paper and smiled, then looked at Wen Yin below: "No one else dares to write about polo, so you know we still have such a place to play in our house."
Wen Yin covered her lips with a handkerchief: "It's not that my brothers and sisters don't come here often. I want to take them to have fun in our house for a while. My daughter has already thought about it, even if her mother doesn't win the daughter's piece later.
, we are going to go there and play for a while in the afternoon."
"Okay, then let's play three more rounds of the drinking party, and then go play polo after the three rounds."
