After the rain, early morning.
In the spring of March, the imperial capital of the Zhou Dynasty came to the capital. Flowers were in full bloom and the sun was warm and smoky. After two days and two nights of spring rain, the lead was washed away and the dust faded away. A huge imperial capital was so quiet. Standing between heaven and earth, lingering in a warm warmth, it seems to be covered with a light mist.
It's past mid-spring, and in the light blue and clear sky, a gleam of bright yellow morning glow has broken away the slightly blurry mist, dispersing the white cover between the clouds and mist, just like rain of flowers all over the sky, and sprinkled on the water-steamed earth. Countless beautiful and delicate figures are reflected.
The morning after the rain is like a picture drawn by everyone, vivid and complete in one go. Outside the city, the spring scenery is beautiful, and the mountain flowers are blooming; inside the city, the catkins are blown by the wind, and the clouds reflect the red flowers. It is a vibrant spring atmosphere that makes people intoxicated. However, just the night before, there was still a continuous spring rain here, gurgling. The rainwater washed every brick and stone at the head of Shangjing City.
At this moment, the warm breeze, with a hint of pleasant coolness, was blowing several green willow trees and slender willow branches in front of the Situ Mansion. The willow branches were swaying in the wind, mottled, light and colorful, just like a dancing girl. Twisting her waist softly; drop by drop of crystal clear dew covered the branches, leaves and grass stems, looking green and green under the bright morning sun.
As soon as it dawned, the servants of Situ Mansion had already begun their busy day.
I saw figures of maids and servants coming and going, shuttling through the pavilions and rooms; some of them were cleaning the courtyard, some were arranging breakfast, some were serving the nobles in the palace to wash and change clothes, and some were The other is preparing the official uniforms that the head of the family will wear when going to court...
Yuqiongyuan.
Perhaps it was because of the spring rain that had just fallen. In the early morning air, there was a soft fragrance of flowers, as light as orchids; a ray of bright sunshine shone into the courtyard of the girl's boudoir, and there was a tree outside the wall. The peach branches filled with rainwater shine like tassels under the golden spring sun.
The "Yuqiong Garden" located in the west wing of Xie's residence is where Miss Xie Si's boudoir is located. Whether it is from the overall layout or the layout of the boudoir, this boudoir full of girlish atmosphere is so elegant and natural. There is no luxury at all, and even compared with the residences of other young masters, it is full of simplicity; especially in the misty and rainy weather of the past two days, it was even more bleak, if it were not for the verdant flowers and plants planted on the verandah. The bright purples and reds only faintly add a touch of spring in the north.
The rising rays slowly filter through the window lattice and cast into the quiet Jade Garden, as bright as a layer of rouge.
Xie Wanxin was leaning alone in front of the window. At this moment, she had just stood up and had just finished dressing up. She looked pretty and pretty, with long black hair hanging naturally from her thin shoulders. She went down; she sat in front of the dressing table and let the serving maid stroke her eyebrows, make up, and apply makeup on her.
However, he saw that the bronze mirror in front of him reflected a woman's face as clear as jade, with an alluring face, red lips and white teeth, bright eyes that were good at gazing, and a pair of soft and watery eyes, even though they were still bleary-eyed. Despite the sleepiness, it is still difficult to conceal the charming and moving feelings of spring.
The breeze blows gently on the beauty's temples.
The fifteen-year-old Miss Xie Si is in the prime of her first love years. The girl's yearning and desire for the beauty of love are all unreservedly displayed on her delicate face at this moment, like a blooming peony. Facing the warm spring breeze, fiery red flower buds bloom.
The beauty sat leaning against the window, and Xie Wanxin's gaze, in the quietness, carried the unique tenderness and charm of a young girl; she looked out the window, at the sycamore tree planted in the courtyard, and looked at the few leaves on the tree. The goose-yellow young leaves fell into a pool of water. After a while, the golden leaves covered a pool of clear water.
Seeing this beautiful scenery, Xie Wanxin felt her eyes light up, and a shallow wave of autumn appeared in the depths of her clear pupils. She stretched out her hand, picked up a pale yellow leaf, held it between her fingers, and looked at it carefully. The fragrance seeped out little by little along the fourth lady's slender jade fingers.
After pondering for a long time, Xie Wan smiled heartily, put down the leaf in her hand, and then spread out a piece of red paper. This kind of red paper is made of green sandalwood, and the color patterns inlaid on the edges of the paper are very delicate and gorgeous, and they very much resemble peach blossoms facing the stream and facing the sun, so they are also called "peach blossom paper". All girls are happy, and Xie Wanxin is no exception.
For a moment, Xie Wanxin, who was wearing a skirt, rolled up her sleeves and held a pen, her clothes were fluttering, and a piece of her white and white wrist was exposed from under her clothes. Under the reflection of the spring light outside the window, she was embroidered with sapphire-colored plum blossom patterns. Against the background of the flowing clouds and clouds, the whiteness and tenderness of the skin are increasingly outlined. She held the pen in her hand, and after just a little thought, she started writing.
The tip of the ink-soaked pen is like flying flowers falling on the peach blossom paper. The delicate brushstrokes are like the dance of jade fingers, written one stroke at a time. The ink marks sweep across the paper, and two lines of elegant small characters flow out from the tip of the pen. , formed in an instant, contains both tenderness and charm.
——"My heart can't be turned around even if it's broken like a stone. My heart can't be turned around even if it's broken like a stone."
The smart regular script, the calligraphy is astonishing, and the whole line of words is written in one go. It is engraved on the exquisite red paper, which is pleasing to the eye; but when you see, the few two lines of words, the handwriting is graceful and the lines are round, are so flawless, There is not a trace of impurities, and no trace of copying can be seen at all... However, the seemingly gentle writing power, but between the lines, is entwined with a strand of love. It is the pure love of a girl who is pregnant with spring, and the infatuation of lovesickness but not mutual love.
Obviously, Xie Wanxin is very satisfied with her calligraphy.
She slowly put down the pen, gently blew the wet ink on the paper, and exhaled like orchid; her long eyelashes and beautiful watery eyes, embellished with willow leaves and curved eyebrows, gave off a gentle look, but she seemed to The ice of the ten thousand year old snow lotus is pure and holy, and there is not a trace of dust in it.
"Miss……"
"Miss……"
Suddenly, at this moment, hurried footsteps sounded from outside the house; I saw the fourth lady's personal maid, Mingyu, running in hastily, panting, sweat pouring out, and her pink face was filled with tears. He suddenly turned red and showed an expression of uncontrollable joy.
Perhaps it was Mingyu's appearance that made Xie Wanxin react from her beautiful reverie; she subconsciously turned her head slightly, but saw Mingyu's fiery appearance, and couldn't help but feel curious: Although this little girl usually There are some jumps, but at the very least, I can still grasp the sense of proportion, and I will never be as reckless as today.
"What's wrong? Are you in a panic?!" Xie Wanxin asked with a smile.
"Miss, your letter." Mingyu opened her red lips lightly, tried to calm her mind as much as possible, took out a letter from her arms, and presented it to the fourth lady with both hands.
"My letter? Who sent it?" Xie Wanxin took the letter with confusion on her face.
"Oh, miss, the person who sent the message seems to be a female official from the palace. I heard from her that she is the person who serves King Rencheng. Her name is..., by the way, her name is Dongyu." Mingyu thought for a moment, replied.
Ren Chengwang!
As soon as she heard these three words, Xie Wanxin's eyebrows relaxed slightly, revealing the unconcealable joy and joy. Driven by the excitement, the girl's young heart couldn't help but beat faster. , looks like his heart is swaying, and the little deer is bumping around; it's him, it's really him, the man who once made me think about it day and night, the man who once made me fall in love with him at first sight, is finally willing to take the initiative to contact me, and finally... She did not continue to fantasize, but was eager to know the contents of the letter.
She didn't know whether she was too excited or too forgetful. When Xie Wanxin suddenly looked back, her skirt was swaying when she turned around. Her figure was already very slender, and the water sleeves brought gusts of wind, like snow dancing, and she accidentally rolled over the table. There was a cup of tea on the table; a few drops of shallow tea stains stained her beautiful skirt, as if a bright red peach blossom had been smeared with something dirty.
Xie Wanxin lowered her head and saw the tea stains splashed on her skirt. She couldn't help but smile, as if she was mocking herself for her loss. Mingyu, who was standing next to Xie Wanxin, saw the embarrassment of the fourth lady. He could only suppress the urge to laugh and quietly look at his young lady who was already crazy about her lover.
In fact, several days had passed since the day the two of them parted ways at Yudai River. Xie Wanxin's mood was no longer as impulsive as when they first met. Most of the time, it was as calm as a lake. She only sometimes stood beside Xiao Changling. In front of the portrait in white clothes, she was lost in thought, gazing at the voice and smile of the young man in the dream; in her opinion, he was a prince, the most dazzling star of the country, and she was a minister, and he would take her to heart. Up? She didn't dare to expect too much. However, at this moment, Xiao Changling's sudden letter touched her heartstrings again, making her immersed in an uncontrollable excitement and unable to extricate herself.
So, Xie Wanxin thought and read like this, and slowly opened the envelope. A thin piece of letter was also taken out, and she held it gently between Miss Xie Fourth's slender jade-like fingers. The rouge pill was smeared on her fingertips. The khao blends perfectly with the faint fragrance of ink on the paper.
The girl nodded and smiled.
Countless flowing calligraphy and ink scrolls carry a strange wind, like flying immortals from the sky, and like a long trickling stream, flowing into the depths of Xie Wanxin's tender eyes. Every stroke, every word, and every stroke has a profound meaning.
Compared with his own elegant and graceful style, Xie Wanxin recognized at a glance that this was the standard "Fei Bai style", with free and steady pen and ink, vigorous and simple style, especially where he put down the pen, he used the utmost skill in opening and closing, and there was a kind of Unfettered, unfettered by the world; looking at the entire layout of the letter, just from the calligraphy attainments, the strokes of the pen are done in one stroke, like thousands of horses galloping, and in the majestic tone of a man, word by word, he is pouring out that The deep and implicit emotions buried deep in my heart.
"Wanxin stands out like this:
In the past, I met with you in Zuhu, and when I first saw the beauty, I was astonished. I have been away from you for more than a few days, and when I finally don't see you, I can't help myself. My heart is filled with sadness and my thoughts are crazy. Every time I recall your voice and appearance, I sleep long and hard in thought, tossing and turning, but I can’t control my feelings, but I can’t help it, I can’t help it! Therefore, I present a piece of Qing Ci and give it to Qing Qing to express my feelings.
Changling's clumsy pen. "
The scroll is full of lovesickness, every word is delicate, all revealed on the paper and put into writing.
The endless emotions are just like the breeze in the warm spring season, stirring up the girl's heart. Xie Wanxin held the letter, as if she had acquired the most precious treasure in the world, and was reluctant to let go; she opened the thin envelope, and as Xiao Changling said in the letter, there was a clear poem attached at the bottom.
This is a new poem written by Xiao Changling recently - "Langtaosha·Gift to Wanqing".
Xie Wanxin slowly unfolded the poem, recalling the first time they met that day, and couldn't help but chant it in a clear voice.
"The wind rises from the green mountains and blows the cold wind through the mountains. I lean on the building and shake my clothes. A few people sigh, everything is clear.
The rain is falling on the river and the sky is full of autumn water. I patted the railings of the small pavilion all over. I have no mercy for you and am lying drunk among the flowers. "
After reading, Xie Wanxin closed her eyes slightly, covering the letter and words in her heart, with a delicate and overbearing attitude of enjoyment; the clear words and elegant fonts entrusted with endless love, already accompanied by silky lovesickness, It lingered on the girl's brow and heart, unavoidable.
"Miss."
Another soft call from Mingyu stopped Xie Wan's intoxicated thoughts.
"What's wrong?" Xie Wanxin put down the poem and gently glanced out the window.
"Miss, Miss Dongyu also said that King Rencheng has invited you to meet at Huanhua Creek tonight."
"Huanhuaxi?"
Xie Wanxin is not unfamiliar with this place name at all; she grew up in Shangjing, and the plants and trees here have become a part of her life. She is as familiar with Shangjing as Xiao Changling is sensitive to the battlefield. it's the same.
Huanhua Creek, located to the north of Xuandemen, is known as one of the "three wonders in Beijing". It is a small stream that can gurgling outside the city, and it is also a destination that attracts all the people who come to Beijing. Now, Xiao Changling invites himself to spend the night Visiting Huanhua Stream will indeed make Xie Wan's mind wander. Could it be that he wants to... No, let's keep the suspense tonight.
Suddenly, Xie Wanxin stood up, wearing a moon-white skirt, but when the breeze blew outside the window, it really looked like the moonlight was falling faintly, covering the earth with layers of silver silk gauze, which was indescribably beautiful.
"Mingyu."
"Miss, what are your orders?" Mingyu responded with a smile.
"Change for me."
After saying that, she walked straight into the inner room without waiting for Mingyu to react.
"Miss, didn't you say tonight?!"
The bright morning glow, with the brightness of the morning sun, turned into a soft golden spot, touching the gap in the window lattice, and shot straight into the white ground of Yuqiongyuan, instantly illuminating the originally quiet boudoir and reflecting the A dazzling red sun.
…
The dusk fell heavily.
In the middle of Beijing, by the Huanhua River, there is a patch of spring grass and green waves flowing eastward.
At this moment, as evening approaches, the cloudless sky has already been dyed red by the setting sun, evoking the wanderer's infinite sadness when returning home; the deep setting sun gathers the brilliant light of the early morning, and the afterglow shines on the sparkling water, as if Coated with a circle of colorful ripples, it adds a bit of beauty to the beautiful Huanhua Creek.
The dusk is beautiful, and the sunset is also beautiful, especially the dusk in spring, which is even more beautiful. However, I saw that the pink clouds on the horizon gradually condensed, and with the help of the light of the setting sun, they outlined a brilliant sunset. It actually looked extremely magnificent.
Here is Huanhua Creek, known as one of the “Three Wonders in Beijing”.
It is said to be a stream, but in fact, in terms of the area of the water area, it is more like a wide artificial lake, quiet, blue, and deep, with countless waterbirds lingering and fluttering their wings; the breeze blows, and the willow branches sway lightly. The fragrant flowers on both sides of the strait also compete with the oncoming fragrant breeze, setting off the softness and wavelessness of Huanhua Creek.
The feeling of spring is getting stronger.
At that time, when spring was at its peak, by the Huanhua River, the sparse sycamore trees and the dark bamboos were blown by the spring breeze, mixed with the fragrance of large bamboo leaves, and conveyed a longing for tranquility; The leaves fall, falling on a pool of spring water, on the luxuriant grass, and among the remaining flowers...
Under the bamboo corridor, Xiao Changling was dressed in white, holding on to the railing with both hands, standing by the rippling blue water. His eyes were filled with the frosty chill, and his brows showed a calm silence; his gaze was like an arrow. , shooting straight into the deep creek bottom in front of you, straight towards the sunset on the horizon, and then towards the rolling mountains in the distance.
A ray of setting sun spreads across the water.
The afterglow of the setting sun reflected Xiao Changling's back as he leaned on the railing and looked out. A faint halo of light poured onto the snow-clad white clothes. It was like the moonlight blurring, giving people a hazy beauty to the vision; soft The breeze blew across Xiao Changling's handsome face, and the wind rolled up his white clothes, sweeping across the calm lake like the white wings of a snow eagle.
Although Xiao Changling was not wearing a military uniform at this time, the figure of the white-clothed general standing by the water was still the same as before, as tall and tall as a towering mountain, unmoving. No matter how many winds, frosts, rains, and snows he had experienced, he always remained as one. This kind of arrogant posture stands proudly in the world; moreover, there is no trace of waves on Xiao Changling's face. He is always as cold and arrogant as an ice lake. The depths of his eyes are deep, clear, and cold, and the look on his cheeks is The resolute look on his face also increasingly revealed the outline of a machete.
Perhaps it was his joining the army at a young age and the tempering of the long-term bloody battlefield that made this young prince, who was born in a noble family and grew up in a military camp, with a somewhat sonorous temper and a strong sense of heroism, develop a character that is not afraid of the sky or the earth. The man's temperament has forgotten what fear is and what fear is. His eyes have never shown a blank side, but only endless indifference, as well as sharp murderous intent and coldness.
In the dim dusk, Xiao Changling stood on the corridor, standing solemnly. Dressed in white, his eyes were like ice knives, quietly staring at the broad Huanhua River, looking at the torrent that seemed to swallow everything, and looking at the looming sky. The setting sun is so close at hand, yet so far out of reach, and cannot be touched no matter what.
It was not until this moment that General Zhenbei, who I once rode across the desert, understood a philosophy of life - what is the vastness of the world and what is the weight of life?
Suddenly, Xiao Changling lowered his head, and what he could see was a clear clear water. Goldfish were swimming in the water, with silver scales waving their tails. They were moving back and forth among several green lotuses, curling up in the water with a shimmering light. It was pleasant; looking at the fish swimming leisurely in the water, Xiao Changling became interested, so he broke off a willow branch, twisted the thin willow leaves from the branch, and threw it into the water, attracting countless fish to compete for food.
"Your Highness, Miss Xie Fourth is here."
The guard's reminder disrupted Xiao Changling's elegant mood, but he was not displeased because to him, the arrival of that woman was much more important than this unattractive trick. ; Xiao Changling threw away the willow and slowly turned around.
is her.
This time she really came.
When Xiao Changling turned around and looked back, he was surprised to see a graceful figure, accompanied by the maid Mingyu, walking towards him with light and graceful steps:
She was dressed in yellow clothes with fluttering clothes. She was still as cold and dusty as in the impression, as strong as a cedar, and extremely pretty; her black hair was pulled up high into a beautiful "flowing cloud bun", above which , wearing a woman's power fence, a veil as thin as flying snow, hanging from the clouds on the temples, covering the girl's delicate face.
The veil is blown by the wind.
A ray of sunset softly projected onto Xie Wanxin's jade-like forehead, giving off a clear luster and clearly illuminating the woman's graceful grace and beautiful jade face.
She was as beautiful as jade, and Xiao Changling's eyes were filled with the graceful shadow of her yellow dress. Her every frown and smile were deeply engraved in this man's heart; however, Xiao Changling remained silent, with a look on his face. He seemed to be smiling but not smiling, just staring at the woman in front of him who made him confused and fascinated with eyes that were burning like fire. The previous coldness and cold arrogance were gone, replaced by gentle eyes.
At the same time, Xie Wanxin, who was walking towards her, raised her bright eyes slightly and met Xiao Changling's affectionate eyes. Her pupils were misty with autumn water; the beauty's peaceful cheeks and picturesque eyebrows made her whole person smile, and she became even more... Her face was so clear and graceful that even a pool of sparkling spring water seemed dimmer in front of her.
Eyes facing each other.
Speechless, sentimental.
"Fourth Miss, you are quite punctual." The smile on Xiao Changling's lips suddenly appeared, and his eyes with spring light looked at Xie Wanxin's beautiful eyebrows, which seemed to contain indescribable emotions.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Changling's gentle words made Xie Wanxin feel a little overwhelmed. Two crimson clouds appeared on her cheeks, which were lightly painted with pink. She subconsciously turned her head to the side, and the black hair on her temples followed The spring breeze blows gently, raising the fragrance of lilac stamens.
At this moment, Xie Wanxin's expression froze, as if she smelled something strange; but soon, she raised her face and looked directly at the white clothes in front of her, with a pair of autumn-cut pupils, there was a charming spring light, which was quite charming. With some interest, Zhu Chun said with a smile.
"You...have incense?"
Unexpectedly, Xiao Changling walked slowly in front of Xie Wanxin with his hands behind his back, a smile flashed in his eyes and his tone was very gentle.
"I am the one leading the troops. The smell of blood on my body is too strong. I am afraid of scaring you."
"But there are no bloodshot eyes in your eyes." Xie Wanxin looked at Xiao Changling's eyes carefully, and after a long time, she said softly.
"It's just not today." Xiao Changling raised his lips and laughed out loud.
As he spoke, Xiao Changling slowly leaned down, and half of his handsome face came a little closer to Xie Wanxin's hair on the temples, getting closer and closer. His ears and temples rubbed against each other, which was pleasing to the eye; his figure was already tall and handsome. , wearing a long and elegant white dress, cast a shadow as steep as a mountain, completely overturning the slender body of the fourth Miss Xie family, shielding her from the annoying setting sun.
Such an intimate gesture left Xie Wanxin at a loss for a moment; but she saw that the blush on the girl's face became thicker, and her eyebrows, as beautiful as distant mountains, trembled slightly. She didn't know how to deal with it, so she could only look away shyly, trying not to look at Xiao Xiao. The tenderness in Changling's eyes.
Xiao Changling stood with his hands behind his hands, his expression relaxed and solemn, staring at the reserved woman opposite, feeling warm in his heart; then, this warm feeling turned into a warm smile under his lips; he stretched out his hands, Gently holding Xie Wanxin's pure white catkin, her voice was very low and soft.
"You are really important to me. Tell me, from now on, should I call you Miss Fourth, Wan'er, or..."
This time, Xie Wanxin's performance did not appear to be very reserved; she raised her jade face slightly, letting Xiao Changling hold her wrist, and her affectionate eyes fell softly on Xiao Changling's face. There is a bit of innocence and childishness under the clear and graceful face.
"No matter what you call me, I will call you Brother Changling from now on."
Xiao Changling shook his head, with a bright young smile on his face.
"I work as Erlang at home, and everyone in my family calls me Erlang. You should also call me Erlang."
Just for a brief moment, Xie Wanxin smiled and slowly opened her two jade arms. A pair of soft and slender jade hands, like a gentle jade belt, with the utmost softness and beauty, wrapped around Xiao Changling's body, gradually bending into a curve. Hooking the crescent moon; at the same time, the smile on Xie Wan's heart became brighter and brighter, until it condensed into a clear spring under the shade of the trees and flowers, flowing gurglingly, and the woman's gentle charm penetrated into Xiao Changling's heart. Heart.
"Erlang."
Xiao Changling was still intoxicated, trapped in a state of intoxication and unable to extricate himself. The prince in white, unable to restrain himself, slowly walked up to the girl in yellow, grabbed her slender waist, and held her tightly. She pulled him into her arms softly, and they hugged each other tightly and kissed her passionately.
"Wan'er..."
The warm wind blew away the water waves, Xiao Changling gently hugged Xie Wanxin, and imprinted a mark of love on her bright forehead, which was also imprinted in his heart forever, and would never go away.
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The moon is as bright as a moon, and the moon is like the shadow of a boy and a girl cuddling together.
