Mr. Teaching was extremely surprised. He found that the naughty son who used to be a random son now listened to it honestly, especially in terms of poetry, and he was willing to recite hard work. When he told Zhang Qingmeng the news, Zhang Qingmeng just smiled slightly: "You always have to grow up. Since I like poetry, I will find a way to get more for him."
Xiaoxin is always alone these days. He finds that his brother has completely changed. Where is the brother who plays with him every day? This person who is locked in the room and studying hard is definitely not my brother!
Recently, Zhang Junsheng has become increasingly wrong. Aunt A Fang was very curious. He often went to visit the reason for the cleaning house, but he didn't find anything except the white eyes of his son.
And Zhang Junsheng was just a day. The thought of Nangong Liushuang has reached the point of soft intestines. Her coquettishness often appeared in her mind, and she could not dissipate for a long time.
"Why didn't you let a letter today ... Why didn't Liu Shuang write a letter? Did she forget me ...?"
This night, the soft bed seemed to be his hell. He really wanted to leave here quickly and get her letter quickly!
Niwumin finally brought a letter on the second day! Zhang Junsheng secretly entered the hut and asked him to wait outside. Niwumin disdain his nose: "How? Don't you let me drink?"
"Oh, I always have to see a letter!" Zhang Junsheng locked the door with a smile on his face, and he opened the envelope carefully along the high window through a little light.
〖Ajun’s personal message:
The ancients often said, "One day's absence is like three autumns." Only today do we know how painful it is. I miss you so much that I cry like rain, but I don’t know when we will meet again. Don't you know that Junxin looks like my heart? The book is unsatisfactory, I hope to meet soon!
—— Nangong Liu Cream〗
Inside the envelope, there was also a small piece of paper. Zhang Junsheng opened it and saw that it was an ancient poem: "When will we know when we miss each other? I feel embarrassed at this time and night."
Zhang Junsheng was ecstatic, and he quickly ordered someone to get a letter paper to answer, but he was limited to learning poems and did not dare to respond at will. Therefore, she did not return the poem, even so, she would not blame.
The two of them went back and forth like this, enjoying each other's surprises every day. Zhang Junsheng's mind was gradually filled with her. The quiet sky was her, the autumn wind was her, and all the beautiful things in the world seemed to look like her.
On this day, the Niwu people sent him letters as usual, but at the same time they brought a message: "Do you remember the Shangguan Ruozi who is going to marry you? She is ill!"
"fall sick?"
Niwumin hit him on the head: "It's all your fault. That girl still has a crush on you, but you say she's boring. No one can stand it!"
"I ... I didn't expect him to care about me so much. At that time, he just wanted to be angry with his father ..." Zhang Junsheng felt very blame.
"You'd better go and have a look. After all, it started because of you. Go and persuade her and say some nice words!"
"Go with me!"
Niwumin nodded again and again, so the two forgot the reply from Nangong Liushuang on the table, and hurriedly changed their clothes and greeted them.
Shangguan family
Shangguan Tong made his best for this daughter! He invited the major monks in Beijing to come to practice, trying to remove magic barriers for his daughter. The attending doctors were also taking turns taking care of her, but Shangguan Ruozi was crying and laughing, and howling like a ghost, looking very scary.
"Adults, make love suffering from heart disease, and ordinary elixir is hard to see ..." said a Lang Zhongzhong.
Shangguan Tong was so worried that he was sweating: "Please masters, please give me more money for doing the work. You must conquer this demon."
A leading monk replied weakly: "Make love deeply, and it is rare in the world. Presumably, it must be often depressed.
"How can this be good, the elixir is not good, and the practice is not good. Is it possible to be collected by Yan Luo by the Ten Temple?"
The monk replied: "There are cause and effect in everything, and it is difficult for Fang to make love and be impact.
After hearing this, Shangguan Ruozi's eldest brother Shangguan Huan jumped out: "It's not all the prince Zheng's fault! If there is no marriage, there will be no marriage. To say some unpleasant words is really rude!"
"Don't be nonsense!" Shangguan glared at him in a panic.
"There is also the second brother who has become a celebrity of Prince Zheng for some reason. Who would like such a young man?"
"I said, shut up!"
"He is busy with Guanqing. Today, my sister is suffering, and should I come back and take a look. Is this what my brother should do!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a servant ran in and knelt down in front of the two of them: "Master Qi, the young master from the Zheng family and the Ni family want to see you."
"Damn it, he has a bad fate. Let's see how I educate this brat!" Shangguan Huan rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush out aggressively. Still holding up the same official: "Sinking my breath! You can't move the son of Zheng Wang's family, and see what he is going to do!"
After a while, Zhang Junsheng and Niwumin followed the servants to the law. The monks chanting the scriptures and ringing bells in this place were endless, and they were extremely noisy and chaotic. Shangguan Ruozi was lying in the quilt with a withered flower, with no blood color. Shangguan Huan stood aside fiercely, staring at Zhang Junsheng in horror.
"The son came today, thinking about it." Shang Guan tagged with his hand.
"What happened to her?" Zhang Junsheng pointed to Shangguan Ruo Zi, who was on the verge of death on the bed.
Shangguan shed tears sadly: "Let the son laugh, the little girl has always lived in the government since she was a child, and she has always been accustomed to scolding. The mind is extremely meticulous. , and got entangled with such monsters."
After listening to these words, Zhang Junsheng thought about all kinds of rude behaviors, and couldn't help crying and hated what he did.
"If the son is not disgusted, please talk to the little girl a few words. The old man is grateful!" Shangguan kneeling on the ground tremblingly, he would have to rush his head. Zhang Junsheng was so frightened that he stopped him quickly: "It is indeed my fault, I should apologize..."
"Young Master's words really make me burst into tears of gratitude. I'm so ashamed!"
Zhang Junsheng slowly walked towards the "living dead" on the bed. The monks performing rituals gradually quieted down and retreated outside the curtain.
He knelt down on Shangguan Ruo Pillow, and his eyes were countless guilt. He couldn't help but reach out and stroke her white face without blood.
Shangguan Huan was very excited and shouted: "Hey! Who asked you to touch her!"
"Slap!" Shangguan was a loud slap in his hand, anxiously: "You little sound, maybe this will save your sister!"
Niwumin suggested to everyone: "Let's go out first. Maybe it will be better for the two of them to be together." Everyone followed his advice and quietly exited the room. The two boys and girls were the only ones left in the huge house.
Almost as soon as he touched his cheek, Shangguan Ruozi seemed to have regained consciousness, his whole body trembled violently, and his weak eyes slowly raised. At that moment in front of him, his hazy and absent-minded eyes burst out with light, and then tears filled his eyelashes, which was very pitiful.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that being with you is boring..." Zhang Junsheng sounded very self-reproaching.
"Master, is it really you?" Shangguan Ruozi raised his cold hand tremblingly, trying to caress his cheek.
"It's me, I'm here to apologize to you, please forgive me..."
Shangguan Ruozi shook his head: "Young Master is not wrong. It's just that I can't stand other people's evaluation. The fault is all mine."
"I am a man. It is my mistake and I must bear it. There is no need to accommodate me."
Shangguan Ruozi's dry lips raised slightly, and she touched his hand as if touching a rare treasure. A tear trail crossed her cheek and dripped on the pillow.
"I didn't expect you to care about me so much..." Zhang Junsheng was very moved and kept stroking her cold hand: "Whatever you want, I will definitely do it, but you don't want to be like this..."
Shangguan Ruozi said with a hint of tears: "Young master can come, my daughter has been lucky enough for the third time in her life, why ask for it from him?"
The two were silent for a long time. Shangguan Ruozi looked at the little boy in front of him. Heart.
"Son ... Do you like me? Can I be your wife?"
At this moment, Zhang Junsheng's brain was almost blank. He did not expect that this girl who was so straightforward would be so straightforward! What should I answer? Do you agree? No, he could only hold Nangong Liushuang in his heart. Refuse? Judging from the current situation, it would only make her condition worse, and he couldn't bear it.
Shangguan Ruozi's eyes were full of longing, and his tears fell slowly like broken pearls. He thought to himself that the other party would not agree, right? Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and let the tears covered with Yu Rong.
"You were forced..."
"No!" Shangguan Ruozi was as if he lost his wisdom: "I'm true, I really want to serve beside the son!"
Being in such a direct confession, Zhang Junsheng met for the first time. He had no such experience before. He panicked. He didn't know what to say.
"We are too young...well...if we are really destined, can you wait?"
"How long do we have to wait?"
"Five years, I will be seventeen in five years. If you really like me, can you wait until five years later?"
"I'll wait!" Shangguan Ruozi gritted his teeth and shouted as if he was mad: "Don't say five years, just twenty years! One hundred years! I'm also waiting for you, Young Master!"
Zhang Junsheng was frightened by his situation. This was by no means the Shangguan Ruo Zi he knew! It turns out that this is indeed not. Instead, the demonic barrier in her body controlled her body and pushed out the words she wanted to say but didn't dare to say.
After saying this, Shangguan Ruozi threw himself weakly on the bed, thinking that all the demonic obstacles in his body had been eliminated, and his tone became submissive again: "Young master, I'm frightened... I'm frightened, you're frightened..."
Zhang Junsheng covered him with a quilt thoughtfully: "Do you still remember what you just said?"
"Does what the young master said really mean anything?"
"certainly!"
Shangguan Ruozi laughed, and it was a sudden smile that suddenly felt happiness.
"This is our secret ..." Zhang Junsheng was afraid of being heard by others: "If you can adhere to this secret, we can be together!" Shangguan Ruozi nodded, and she vowed to the gods in her heart, absolutely conservative secrets.
On this day, Shangguan Tong entertained the two young masters. In order to repay Zhang Junsheng's kindness for saving his daughter's life, he became more determined to join forces with Zhang Qingmeng.
Walking on the way home, Zhang Junsheng seemed to have removed his burden, and said to Niwumin next to him, "You didn't see it. Shangguan Ruozi was very scary for a moment.
"By the way, what exactly did you say?"
"What?"
"Shangguan Ruozi suddenly improved as before. You must have said something."
"No...nothing..."
Zhang Junsheng did not want to admit that he just had a agreement. Seriously, he hated Shangguan Ruozi. He must use this kind of moral pressure to force himself, as if he would become a sinner if he didn't agree. Thinking about it this way, I really hope that the object of this agreement is Liu Shuang...
etc! What Zhang Junsheng suddenly thought of, panic -shaking Nuni Wumin: "Where did you put the letter of frost?"
"Isn't it placed on the table in the hut?" Niwumin didn't have time to react.
"Is the door locked?"
"It seems...no, right..."
Zhang Junsheng's brain buzzed: "It's over. Aunt A Fang always goes in to clean. She will definitely take a peek. If not, she will report it to his father and mother!" He didn't dare to think any more, so he had to He led the Niwu people and ran towards the palace at lightning speed. At this moment, he only hated that he couldn't fly and hated that his speed was so slow!
"Huhahuha..." Zhang Junsheng was so exhausted that he suddenly rushed into the palace. It was just as he thought! Aunt A Fang was holding a broom in one hand, and he took his letter to the princess's house with one hand.
"Let go of the letter!" Zhang Junsheng went crazy to grab the letter as if he lost his wisdom, but Afang was obese and was powerful, and soon suppressed it with an absolute advantage: "Son, how can you do this this this Passionate! Did your books read in vain? "
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, please auntie...” Zhang Junsheng cried out in grievance.
"You are your son, how can you do such shameless things? Oh, the old lady, I want to reveal it to the mother, correct your bad style!"
Aunt A Fang held the little Zhang Junsheng under her arm and handed the opened letter to Yao Qiu who was drinking tea: "Madam, you have to take care of the young master. I don't know whose wild girl is so seductive. If this continues, the young master will lose his soul!" Zhang Junsheng's face turned red with embarrassment and he struggled feebly.
The content of the letter is roughly as follows:
〖Ajun’s personal message:
How is everything going lately? I couldn't help but be overjoyed when I received the reply yesterday. I came from Farewell Guanghan Palace and I am the only one who misses you. Missing you so much is like breaking your heart, like being possessed by a demon. Deep in love, dancing with the flowing frost, singing the last line of "Yueren Song" alone, weeping like rain. It becomes more and more difficult to meet each other, and the longing for lovesickness becomes deeper and deeper. The tenderness of the eyes is broken, and when the wind blows, it is like you are by your side...〗
There is also a poem attached to the letter: "I miss you forever, but I miss you forever."
At this moment, Zhang Junsheng's heart was beating wildly with vague fear, his soles and scalp were numb, and his face was like smeared with red rouge. His head drooped down. It was all over. Now his mother and concubine would not protect him...
What was unexpected was that after Yao Qiu read the letter, he put it back in the envelope intact. His face is very kind and his voice is gentle:
"It's good to be young, you can like someone unscrupulous ..."
Zhang Junsheng felt a warm wind blowing through his body, and all the uneasiness in his body was relieved. He watched Yao Qiu wondering and worshiping, full of excitement and gratitude.
As a result, Aunt Afang suddenly felt very embarrassed. She hurriedly put the young master on the ground: "Princess, my dear, we can't just let this go. That wild girl will lead the young master into evil!"
"Alright, aunt, I will handle this matter. Don't tell anyone." Yao Qiu ordered people to send the old woman away. After a few casual remarks, the nuns also left in good faith. Only mother and son were left in the house. Two people.
Zhang Junsheng knelt in front of Yao Qiu's knees with a face full of shame. At this moment, he was not calling his mother concubine, but like a child who was talking and learning: "Mother..."
"Liu Shuang, is this the little girl who came to you that day?"
"Um……"
"It's really a good girl, do you like her too?"
"I ..." Zhang Junsheng wanted to answer, but when he was on his mouth, it was hard to say.
"If Jiang'er likes it, the mother can be the master for you, how about it?"
Zhang Junsheng trembled, and Wang Qingquan came out, wet the long eyelashes: "Really? Really? Really?
"Of course, but I have to know the frost well ..."
"Roger it!" Zhang Junsheng smiled and kowtowed three times. He was so excited that he almost jumped three feet high. He smoothly caught up with Niwumin and went together.
The two quickly came to Nangong Liu Cream's residence, but when they arrived, they found that a carriage was parked at the door, transporting luggage, and several big men were still dismantling the burner in the house. Nangong Liu Cream just stood silently and looked at them coldly.
"Liu Shuang-" Zhang Junsheng was very cheerful, and ran to her quickly like the companion. Nangong Liushuang was startled: "Ajun? Why are you here?"
"Let me see you!"
When Zhang Junsheng was about to explain, he heard a sigh of Nangong Liushuang: "I didn't want to let you come ..."
"Um?"
"Actually, my father sent people to look for me back..."
"Why?" Zhang Junsheng panicked: "Don't leave, I...I..."
"Always go back!" Nangong Liu Cream smiled comfortably again.
Zhang Junsheng was so reluctant to give up that he wiped away his tears alone, which made people feel pity for him.
Nangong Liushuang took out a piece of purple Korean paper from her arms: "We are destined to have no fate when we are young. This is a letter I wrote to you once: 'The face in the morning is so beautiful when it is in bud, why is it the lonely branch in the morning and dusk?' '"
"This letter..." Zhang Junsheng remembered that the two of them had not met at that time, and he did not even bother to reply to the letter. If Jiang Qingyue hadn't been by her side, I'm afraid the other party wouldn't have received a reply.
Everything was well prepared, and Nangong Liushi sat in the carriage deeperly, watching Zhang Junsheng's reluctant expression, and her heart couldn't bear it for a while.
"Ajun ... My heart, must I convey it?"
"Don't leave! My mother-in-law has agreed that you will marry me!"
After hearing this, Nangong Liushuang lowered her head shyly and just fiddled with the corners of her clothes. For a moment, she really wanted to stay.
"If we are destined, we will meet again eventually..." Nangong Liushuang took a piece of jade from his neck, divided it into two halves, and handed one half to him: "This... is our token of love—— There is also the bamboo dragonfly I made for you. If we meet again one day, please take this as a proof..."
All this was so sudden. Zhang Junsheng couldn't believe what had happened. Tears flowed from his face to the corners of his mouth. Nangong flowing frost eyes with tears and eyes, slightly crying:
"Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival..."
A whip was raised, and the rolling carriage drove off into the sunset. The autumn wind stirred up dust, as if to cover the departing figure. Yellow leaves were scattered on the ground, and a teardrop hung on it, reflecting the young man's immature face. The setting sun fills the world with rays of rays, making the white half-jade on the young man's neck shine...
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