"Good morning!"
"Huh--?"
Zhang Junsheng never expected that the first thing he saw in the morning would be Nangong Liushuang, whom he had been thinking about day and night! Looking at her bright and innocent smile, he froze in place with excitement, smiled involuntarily, and his mood suddenly brightened.
"Am I dreaming?"
"No!"
Nangong Liushuang sat on the bed and pinched his rosy cheeks: "Of course, it's not bad if you treat it as a dream!"
Aunt Afang came over with tea, still smiling like a wood carving, and said in a loud voice: "Master, are you awake? There is no need to be afraid, this little young lady is the master who let her in with confidence!"
"Father will let you in...?" Zhang Junsheng bit his fingers and patted his head, unable to figure out the reason.
"Why, I'm the benefactor of your family, you don't welcome me—"
"Welcome!" Zhang Junsheng shouted instantly, but then he lowered his head shyly.
Zhang Junsheng buttoned up his pajamas, then got out of the quilt comfortably and put on his slippers. Maybe it was because he had just woken up, his whole body was hazy and in a trance, and his silly look was very cute.
"I promised the Niwu people that I would practice martial arts together. Do you want to come with me?"
Nangong Liushuang pursed her red lips slightly and smiled brightly: "Of course, I'm here to accompany you!" She added: "Don't always call each other 'you' and 'you'. Since we are friends, we must call each other Name."
"Liu-shuang?" Zhang Junsheng called tentatively.
"Your name is so hard to pronounce, so I will rename you with just one word!"
"What's it called?"
Nangong Liushuang took a deep breath and gently held his face. Her voice was slow but full of tenderness:
"Ajun..."
Just two words, Zhang Junsheng's whole body felt like he was struck by lightning, his watery eyes trembled slightly, his lips were numb, his whole brain was in chaos, and his heart was beating thumpingly. This indescribable feeling made him both comfortable and painful.
The two looked at each other for a long time, a little embarrassed. In order to break the embarrassment, Nangong Liushuang said: "Seriously, your father is so handsome, just like Pan Lang."
"Ah...this..."
"But your father has a beard and looks very mature and steady. I really want to see His Royal Highness Prince Zheng in his youth..."
Zhang Junsheng pursed his lips, feeling very lonely and dissatisfied: "Is it because I don't look good..."
"It's so beautiful, our Ajun is the most beautiful!"
"Hehehe..." Zhang Junsheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and his cheeks were slightly red.
After Zhang Junsheng changed his clothes, they went to pay their respects to Yao Qiu. Nangong Liushuang was quick-witted and good at talking. After a while, Yao Qiu was filled with joy: "She is really a good girl. She has a beautiful voice and a sweet voice. I don't know who will be lucky enough to marry such a beautiful woman in the future." Woolen cloth."
"Ah!" Zhang Junsheng suddenly interrupted the conversation and pretended to be very hurried: "Brother Wu Min is still waiting for us, let's go first!"
"Aren't you going to see your father?"
Zhang Junsheng replied without care: "The father and king are very busy, and I won't bother." Then, he led Nangong Liu Cream to step out of the palace.
The sky is very blue, and the autumn wind also keeps warm. Walking on the Beijing streets of the car, there is a lively atmosphere everywhere. The sound of the restaurants in Fang City was noisy but kind, and the cargo Lang on the roadside took up the burden of sipping around. Candy players, handicrafts, and merchants selling scraps gather here, like a leisurely song.
On the street, a wandering beggar was setting up his erhu. A black dog suddenly ran over, picked up his rice bowl filled with money, and scattered it all over the ground. He was so angry that he picked up a beating stick and chased the dog from behind, making everyone burst into laughter. This fun is more direct than countless acrobatics artists. The warlords' melee in the past has long become a fantasy under the current rule of Zhang Qingmeng. The people live and work in peace and contentment, praising King Zheng's kindness everywhere.
Although Zhang Junsheng was at odds with his father, he couldn't help but feel proud when he heard others praising his father.
"Ajun, we came out early, and we haven't eaten yet ..." Nangong Liushuang touched his gurgling belly, staring at him with eyes.
Zhang Junsheng took out a few two shattered silver from his arms: "What do Liu Shuang want to eat?"
"Listen to you!"
The two of them came to a small shop, and Zhang Junsheng ordered a Xiaobei Bean Bun without even thinking about it. Nangong Liushuang looked at the sticky white dumplings in the plate, frowned tightly: "Is this ... delicious?"
"Of course it is delicious, tell you, there is no more delicious in the world!" Zhang Junsheng patted his breasts in a row.
Nangong Liushuang picked up the chopsticks and worked hard to get a ball, then looked at him with a smile: "Open your mouth, ah——"
The sudden move, but Zhang Junsheng was a little panicked. His little mouth was half closed, as if he was blowing the hot soup. Finally, I decided to eat!
A stubborn bean gum was rippling between the lips and teeth, which led his heart to the soul. Presumably this was because she fed himself. In the heart. Nangong Liushuang's eyes smiled into a seam, and the jade hands were slightly supported by the cheeks, which was very quiet and beautiful.
"What else?"
Zhang Junsheng lowered his head coyly, his voice sounding like he was whispering: "Well..."
"Ajun is a little cat today!" Nangong Liushuang wiped the dirty corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, using very light and gentle force.
The two had breakfast, and Nangong Liushuang suggested going to the teahouse for tea. Zhang Junsheng had no choice but to put the martial arts training aside for now. Everything he experienced today was the result of his longing for it day and night, and he was unwilling to abandon it. .
Drinking tea and drinking are quiet, but Nangong flowing cream does not care about these, and even talked with jokes highly: "I tell you, I was one year in the summer solstice when I was a child, and a grandfather was in a cotton hat and sweaty. Then I couldn't bear the heat anymore, so I slumped under my willow tree to rest. And guess what? The old man took off his cotton hat and used it as a fan to attract wind for himself, and he also said..."
At this point, Nangong Liushuang puffed up her cheeks and pretended to be silly, "It's a good thing I wore a cotton hat today, otherwise my old man would have died of heat..." After saying this, he clapped his hands and laughed, but Zhang Junsheng kept staring. He stared at her, fascinated, but didn't hear a word of the joke.
"Why don't you smile?"
"Hahaha,"
Seeing how perfunctory he was, Nangong Liushuang immediately pressed his neck and kept tickling him. Zhang Junsheng's whole body was extremely sensitive. This sudden attack made him lose his mind. He lay on the table and laughed wildly: "Hahahahahahahahahaha...Help - ah...hahahahahahaha..."
"Will you dare to do this again in the future?" Nangong Liushuang said with a smirk on his face.
"I don't dare anymore...I don't dare anymore..." Zhang Junsheng gasped for air, and his face turned red from the pain. Even being bullied felt so happy that Zhang Junsheng wondered if he was sick.
After drinking tea, they went to the street to buy sugar people, watch juggling, and spend a group of younger children flying kites. Nangong Liushuang was very smart and cut a bamboo dragonfly by herself and gave it to him. The two of them were like bamboo dragonflies, flying, flying, the prosperity of the capital became their background.
When Zhang Junsheng was stunned by happiness, when he was immersed in the happiness brought by the bamboo dragonflies in his hand, suddenly, the coat that was not tied with a button was suddenly torn off, and a cold wind passed, frozen him.
"Ah! Give me my clothes back!"
"Hee hee, come to get it yourself!" Nangong Liushuang spit his tongue naughtyly, smiling and running away with a clever smile. Zhang Junsheng panicked, his little body couldn't resist the cold wind! So he kept chasing like a bullied child.
Her delicate figure is as light as a lark, and her laughter is so sweet and clear that it makes people feel numb all over. Where she passed, she could always bring a fresh floral fragrance, and even the birds with the sky were attracted, and they danced happily behind her. This scene can be painted, but her laughter seems to be the guests who rejected in the painting, and they can't reflect it anyway.
When he ran to an open grassland, Nangong Liushuang tripped on the sole of his foot and fell down in a big letter shape, giving the deserted grassland a "kind hug".
Zhang Junsheng's heart suddenly hurt, and he hurriedly ran over to help him: "Does it hurt after the fall?"
"No way, the land in Beijing likes me too much!" Nangong Liushuang smiled and returned the broken clothes: "Sorry, you shouldn't make a joke with clothes."
"Be careful! What should I do if I broke myself?" Zhang Junsheng sat next to her, seemed a little angry, but it was by no means damaged because of his clothes.
"Are you feeling sorry for me?"
Zhang Junsheng felt a hot blood rolling throughout the body, and the red face was like a cherry cherry. He lowered his head and responded and felt particularly difficult.
Suddenly, he felt a pressure on his right shoulder. He turned his face and saw Nangong Liushuang leaning on his shoulder. She was like a butterfly with the fragrance of flowers, very quiet. The lighter nose was like a weak flame, igniting the extremely small fluff on Zhang Junsheng's neck.
For a moment, as if the blood of the whole body was concentrated on Zhang Junsheng's face, it felt very hot and hot. His lips couldn't stop trembling, his palms were sweating, and his breathing became extremely difficult. In this way, she leaned against her shoulders, and she couldn't even dare to tremble, for fear that she was shocked to this dream -like flower butterfly.
"Thank you, I didn't expect you to be so worried ..."
"I...I...I..." Zhang Junsheng was already in a state of confusion, and it was difficult for him to say a complete sentence.
Nangong Liushuang touched his crimson cheeks with her cool fingertips and slowly recited a poem: "The most beautiful thing is to stare at the infinite meaning, as if we have known each other before..."
Zhang Junsheng had never experienced that poetry could be so romantic. He could understand it, but he couldn't answer it because he never liked boring poetry. He never thought that today would be so embarrassing.
She likes herself! Zhang Junsheng suddenly understood that the calm lake surface in his heart was once again rippled by this butterfly.
He wants to show his feelings! I want to express my love, although I don't understand the so -called love. But, but, that pounding feeling, that heartbreaking longing, is unbearable anymore!
But in the end, the shame in his heart extinguished the flame. Like his father, he was not good at expressing himself. He didn't know how to say this, so he had to bury the seed in his heart.
At noon, the two of them took the bamboo dragonfly out of the grassland. On the way to Nifu, Nangong Liushuang suddenly remembered a wonderful idea. She pulled Zhang Junsheng's ear: "We want to give the Niwu people a surprise, how about it?"
"What do you want?"
"Just obey!"
Nangong Liushuang took out all the money he had on him, then placed Zhang Junsheng in a deserted alley, and ran away as quickly as if he had stepped on a hot wheel.
After a while, she ran back happily holding a set of gorgeous girls' clothes. Then he took out rouge, lip paper, hairpins and other various girls' accessories from his arms. Seeing her posture, Zhang Junsheng asked doubtfully: "Are you going to put on makeup in the alley?"
"No, it's you!"
"????????????"
Women's clothing project starts! Nangong Liushuang first let down his long hair and combed it into a double bun - dividing the top of his hair into two large strands and combing them into symmetrical rings hanging on both sides. Wear a light pink printed shirt, revealing clearly visible collarbones. Wearing a white butterfly pleated skirt, her evenly white calves are exposed, making her gait even more graceful. After applying a light layer of rouge and pursed lips, a cute little princess is now complete! (゜▽゜)
"You are already a mature boy. You must learn to put on women's clothes and fight for boyfriends with the girls..." Nangong Liushuang suppressed a smile and smeared it on Zhang Junsheng's face.
"Well……"
Facts have proved that naturally beautiful people are indistinguishable from male to female. Zhang Junsheng put on women's clothes and walked coquettishly on the street without any sense of disobedience! Pedestrians passing by couldn't help but admire in a low voice when they saw it: "She looks like a princess at first glance. The delicate air between her brows cannot be concealed..."
Nangong Liushuang went to the jade sales store, selected a necklace made of white jade, and put it around the neck of the "little princess". The master looked around and really liked it: "Your sister is very cute! With this necklace, she looks like a little fairy!"
"Pfft..." Nangong Liushuang couldn't help laughing, but she still pretended to be calm and paid the money, took Zhang Junsheng's red and hot little hand and ran out.
Zhang Junsheng was so ashamed that if there was a knife here, he would commit suicide without hesitation. You can never go to meet the Niwu people like this! no way!
But he finally compromised... Nangong Liushuang seemed to like this very much.
Nifu
Upon learning that the young master had arrived, Niwumin quickly dropped his sword and personally took his younger brother to greet him. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Nangong Liushuang standing alone.
"Who are you? Didn't you say that the young master is here?"
"Young Master's words are over there..." Nangong Liushuang pointed behind him. The Niwu people were very curious and stretched their necks to look over.
"Damn it! Dig it!" Niwumin was completely stunned. Although the person behind him looked like a princess at first glance, he was very familiar with Zhang Junsheng, and he stared at this familiar yet unfamiliar face. He actually, actually felt moved for a moment! ! ! What kind of fairy and beautiful girl (boy) is this?
Niwujun was even more direct. He wiped his nose stupidly, picked a wild flower and rushed into the arms of this "little princess": "Sister is so good~ I like my sister~"
"Go away!" Zhang Junsheng felt very ashamed and disgusted with this little boy: "He was chasing his sister to send flowers a few days ago, but now he has changed his mind after seeing something different?"
"Hululu..." Niwujun hugged Zhang Junsheng's slender waist tightly and wanted to take it as his own! Zhang Jun was so embarrassed that he almost cried: "Wu Min! Liu Shuang! Please save me..."
Niwumin swallowed hard and shook his head repeatedly. He couldn't imagine that he had such strange thoughts about his good brother |ʘᗝʘ| Everything can only be blamed on Zhang Junsheng, he should have been a girl!
Seeing that the situation was out of control, Nangong Liushuang quickly pulled the kid away and took off all the clothes Zhang Junsheng was wearing. It turned out that the normal clothes were on the inside. When the Niwu people saw him in normal condition, their thoughts gradually disappeared.
Niwujun pursed his lips with disgust on his face: "Brother pretending to be a sister is deceiving, how disgusting!"
"Huh?" Zhang Jun was so angry that he wanted to beat him up, but the Niwu army jumped up and down and did not hurt him at all. Zhang Jun was so angry that he wanted to cry without tears. Why could a little kid bully him?
The day passed quickly, and Niwumin offered to send the two of them home. In this way, several people walked together on the streets of the capital city under the sunset. Zhang Junsheng said apologetically: "Liu Shuang... it may be difficult for us to be like today in the future... because my father is more strict..."
"It doesn't matter!" Nangong Liushuang replied: "Let's do this, you can send someone here every week, I will write a letter and hand it in, and you have to reply!"
Niwumin walked alone behind the two of them, looking very redundant, so he deliberately interrupted: "Hey, hey, if something suddenly happens to this lady before the date, what's the point of the people you sent? If you don't dislike it, I can be the messenger for the lady!"
"I didn't expect you to be so nice..." Nangong Liushuang held her chin and looked at the Niwu people.
The streets at dusk part at a fork. Zhang Junsheng looked at her back gradually disappearing into the sunset, feeling like a lump in his throat, and he shed tears unconsciously. If possible, he really wanted her to be by his side forever...
At night, Yao Qiu prepared the food and asked the servants to heat it up. Zhang Qingmeng returned home very late today. Taking this opportunity, he gathered his two children beside him and had a heart-to-heart talk together.
"That girl is very nice!" Yao Qiu looked at Zhang Junsheng: "The night you ran away from home, she came to the palace and persuaded your stubborn father to greet you in person."
Zhang Junsheng was puzzled: "My father said that you threatened to use a knife to force him to find me. He said that if it were him, he would not go to pick me up in person!"
"Is that what your father said?" Yao Qiu felt amused: "It's simply nonsense. Your father was more anxious than anyone else that night and was about to cry! Your stupid father has to pretend He looks majestic and refuses to lose face. In fact, he loves you more than me..."
"My mother and concubine can only say good things for my father..." Zhang Junsheng shook his head in disbelief.
"Didn't your father tell you about his life experience?"
"No."
Yao Qiu sighed: "Your father has never received father's love. It is because of his own shadow. He also wants to make up for you."
"What has your father experienced?" Zhang Xiaoxin asked foolishly.
Yao Qiu touched his head kindly: "Your father told me his story all night long. He was as stubborn as your brother when he was a child. He also ran away from home when he was seven years old, but there was a reason... …”
"Father also ran away from home? Was it also because grandpa slapped him?"
Yao Qiu hugged him in her arms: "Jiang'er is very happy. To be honest, your father has only been beaten once. This time, he regretted and blamed himself so much that he specially invited an imperial doctor to treat you. .”
"Yes, it's obviously healed, but you still want me to apply some herbal medicine..."
"Your father is different - after your grandfather was deposed as a commoner, his temper was extremely cruel and violent. He would often beat your grandmother and father with sticks when he was drunk. He showed no mercy at all. Yes! Your father said that when he was five years old, he accidentally broke the wine jar just to reach for the food on the table. Your grandfather grabbed his hair and slammed it towards the corner of the table, which hurt you. My father became unconscious on the spot!"
Zhang Junsheng had never heard these stories before. He imagined the cruel scenes in his mind and couldn't help biting his fingers. He didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
"Had it not been for the neighbor who saved him, your father would not have survived that winter... When your father was six years old, your grandmother passed away due to severe injuries from a beating. After that, your grandfather treated your father very badly. The abuse became more serious, and it wasn’t until you were seven years old that your father finally couldn’t bear it anymore and ran away from home!”
"It's similar to when you ran away from home. Your grandfather also yelled: 'Get out of this house' before forcing your father to leave..."
Zhang Junsheng held his hand tightly: "What is your purpose in telling me about my father's life experience?"
"My mother-in-law's intention is to let you understand that the matter between you and your father is nothing more than trivial matters. Besides, your father is willing to give in, so what reason does Jiang'er have to hold a grudge?"
"I don't bear any grudge against my father..."
"Mother and concubine are not fools. I understand your attitude towards your father these days. Your father has had such a precedent, so he naturally understands his own mistakes. You should give him a chance to make up for it!"
Zhang Junsheng lowered his head in shame, feeling how shameful and ridiculous his attitude towards his father was. Thinking that his father went to the imperial doctor and even searched for famous medicines just because of this slap, it made him feel ashamed.
At this time, Zhang Qingmeng returned to his house after a tiring day and saw his son looking at him in a daze, which made him feel uneasy. Apologize? If he doesn't apologize, this slap will cause him eternal pain...
"Jiang'er..." Zhang Qingmeng walked up to his son and said with remorse on his face: "Father, I didn't want to hit you. You also know that reason doesn't exist when you are angry..." He smiled bitterly and stroked him gently. The son's slapped cheek: "It's my father's fault. Jiang'er must hate me very much, right?"
"No, I was obviously at fault in the first place, and I shouldn't have spoken out against my father... My father was obviously more miserable than me when he was a child, and he didn't even clamor to commit suicide like me..." Zhang Junsheng lowered his head, feeling in his heart The ice also gradually melted.
After hearing this, Zhang Qingmeng looked at Yao Qiu with a somewhat ashamed expression: "Why are you talking about these things?"
"If you don't confess, who will understand you?"
Zhang Qingmeng hugged his son tightly, feeling extremely excited and tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, but he gritted his teeth and vowed never to shed a single tear. Zhang Junsheng had already cried so hard that his tears soaked Zhang Qingmeng's clothes, and he hugged Zhang Qingmeng's waist tightly, as if at this moment, the resentment in his heart towards his father had long since disappeared...
