"What do you want to say?" Li Wan asked, pretending to be calm.
"The palace judge."
"Is this how your family teaches you to have no rules? You must talk to Sister-in-law Zhen properly next time." Li Wan's heart beat even more when she heard Brother Rong calling her name. Even if the fingers are held, they will become stiff. Seeing Brother Rong's expression again, and knowing what he was going to say about that day, he hurriedly said with a guilty conscience: "Are you still dreaming?"
"I just want to have a good talk with you." Brother Rong suddenly smiled and couldn't help but squeeze Li Wan's palm twice. Then he said: "Brother Lang's future is serious, we need to talk about this. We also need to talk about our affairs."
"We...what can happen between you and me?" Li Wan said nervously, but his tone revealed a guilty conscience. Thinking that he was going to suffer again today, why was he so confused that he actually followed him here.
There was no one in this green hall, so if Brother Rong had something in mind, how could he stop him.
"Is there really nothing going on between us?" Brother Rong asked.
But Li Wan couldn't answer. He blushed and said in a pleading tone: "Brother Rong, don't force me."
force?
I didn't force it.
Uncle Rong said: "I just want to find out the reason, so as not to lose tens of millions of treasures inexplicably. I still lost tens of millions of treasures three times."
"Don't mention it again." Li Wan's face turned red at this time and said, "It's all a misunderstanding. Brother Rong just thinks it's a dream."
As a dream? Liu Ruan’s Tiantai’s Dream of Taoyuan?
Brother Rong looked at Grandma Zhu in surprise. Is this a legend brought to reality, or is it a one-night stand in the feudal era that was beautified by literati?
Li Wan was embarrassed by Brother Rong, but this was the only way she could choose. Do you want to confess to Brother Rong that you dreamed of him day and night? Do you want to make the same mistake again and again with Brother Rong who violates the etiquette and forgets the customs?
No, can't continue to make mistakes? It was just a misunderstanding. No matter how much I wanted to see him, no matter how much I longed for him, I could only stay in a dream and not be able to step into reality.
"Brother Rong, forget it all. I broke the rules, and my ancestors will never tolerate me in the underworld for the rest of my life. I can't harm your reputation, let alone harm the peace of my family."
As Li Wan said this, he couldn't help but feel sad. Even though she said this to Brother Rong, how could she forget it herself. In ordinary life, the sudden intrusion of color and excitement is the most difficult to forget. This kind of memory will be deeply rooted in my heart, like a big tree that is deeply rooted and difficult to uproot.
As he said that, he shed tears. Brother Rong was most afraid of women's tears. He was at a loss and hurriedly found a piece of silk from his body to wipe away Li Wan's tears.
"What's there to cry about? Just think of it as a dream, and I won't bother you from now on." Brother Rong curled his lips. He just wanted to figure it out, and it would be good for him if the two of them just pretended that nothing had happened. Otherwise, if they really get entangled together, they will explode one day.
Not to mention what the wife of Xifu thinks, there is already the example of Wang Xifeng, and then there is Li Wan. It's an amazing rhythm. Even if Xifu is left alone, Uncle Rong's back house will not be peaceful. That girl Wang Xifeng is not a vegetarian.
Sister Feng knew that she would not be able to avoid ridiculing Li Wan, and then causing trouble in the house.
After all, Li Wan was a woman in her twenties. As soon as tears came out of her eyes, she couldn't stop them. In the two houses of the Jia family, she was used to living a repressed life, and she would go into the sluice to release the water whenever she wanted to vent her anger.
well……
"Prince Judge, stop crying." Brother Rong sighed, not knowing how to comfort him. Feeling that he had to do something, he gently held her in his arms and helped wipe away her tears. "Whatever you say is whatever it is, whether it's a dream or reality. I'll listen to you."
Hearing this, Gongcai Li's eyes became even more hazy. I haven't heard such a voice or such words in many years. It felt a bit like I had found a supporter, and I wanted to pour out all the grievances I had felt over the past year.
Some of the recent grievances are related to this bad guy.
Her heart was extremely conflicted and complicated. I just feel this strong chest and can't help but lean against it. The tears in the corners of his eyes did not diminish at all, and the tears became more intense and cathartic.
After shedding tears for a while, Li Wan finally calmed down. Blushing, he raised his head and said angrily, "Don't move your hand away yet."
Brother Rong smiled and took back his hand, his fingertips still warm. He said sarcastically: "I have cried and my face has been stained. Go to the skirt room and wash your face, so that no one else will think that you have been wronged in Dongfu."
"Who is an outsider? Isn't it allowed to have grievances?" Li Wan secretly glanced at Brother Rong. Although the bad guy moved his hand from behind, he grabbed her little hand. Seeing the look on his face, she wanted to enter the podium by herself again, just thinking that this bad guy had evil intentions.
Li Wan was even more annoyed, why was he still looking forward to it? Why is it that all I can think about is the elegance of Yixia Pavilion that day?
Thinking about this bad guy, he has been breaking into my dreams every day to torture me since the first month. This half year has been really hard. Grandma Zhu said softly: "Don't make trouble, just do it once today, from now on...from now on...or forget it, forget it..."
Brother Rong's eyes suddenly opened wide, and Li Wan looked ashamed and said, "Why don't you lead the way and let me wash my face."
Li Wan's heart was beating fiercely, and the blush on his face spread to behind his ears.
Brother Rong was also overjoyed. What a duplicitous woman, she held hands and led the way: "The Palace Judge is coming with me."
"Palace Judge." Li Wan whispered his name, looking at Brother Rong's back, he couldn't help but turn up the corners of his mouth. A special feeling spreads from the heart to the whole body.
In a hazy state, I followed Brother Rong for a while and turned into a room filled with the smell of books. Although there is no smoke in the smoker in one corner, you can still smell a refreshing fragrance among the books.
Hanging in the room is "The Picture of the Shepherd's Auspicious Dream" by the pre-Ming Dynasty painter Zheng Wenlin, and on the left is "Biyan Pavilion and Xu Menxia Yun" written by Wang Ruzhou, an official in the Song Dynasty.
The copywriter of the entire poem "Biyan Pavilion and Xu Menxia Yun" was actually signed by Jia Gongjin.
Li Wan knew that "respect and sincerity" were the words of Jia Jing, the grand master of Dongfu.
Look at the whole poem again:
"The pavilion is open beside the thatched cottage in the deep valley, and the clear sound of morning and evening falls in front of the threshold. People go to Risheng Pengdao Road, and visitors come to love Yuxi Spring.
The world of immortals is hidden in a sinkhole, and the Buddhist tower is half a day away. Who is trying to figure out the stone under the rock and plan to record the events of that year? "
Li Wan just took a glance at it, but before he could fully understand it, he was pulled away by Brother Rong. I also saw a poem hanging on another wall, also written by Wang Ruzhou, an official of the Song Dynasty. The poet still mentions the three characters Jia Gongjin, but the calligraphy used is different.
"Biyan Pavilion and Xu Menxia Yun" is written in running script, but this poem is written in strong and powerful cursive script.
Only content:
"Sir, fame and wealth are more than ashes. Green bamboos and green pines are planted by your own hands. I plan to put a pole on a rock and a scarf to cross the gorge."
In the Qing Dynasty, Tong retreated and he was so busy. He was in charge of Shanxi Han Zhongchang. When I feel calm, my eyes are clear of worldly things, and I burn incense in a dark room.
The reputation of Yinde family has been heard for many generations, and I am an idler in the quiet stream of Kaopan. The redness of the young age will soon fade away, and the fragrance of chrysanthemums and orchids will usher in the spring.
Planting bamboo in Qi garden will reach you far away, and you will bear the burden of hard work throughout your life. It is not unintentional to need a good person to sit on the side. How can it be easy to hear words from afar? "
These are actually four poems!
How could Jia Jing, the Grand Master of Dongfu, copy such poems in Conglvtang? No one knows.
Li Wan and Brother Rong finished reading the four songs of "Yong Guitang Hidden Scale Cave", and the night was already dark.
Grandma Zhu was lifted up by Suyun, her delicate and feeble figure looked towards Daocun with her beautiful hair on her temples. I didn't want to meet Baochai, Daiyu and several maids on the way, who were also returning to the garden.
Baochai looked at her face and said suspiciously, "Sister-in-law looks good today."
