On the stove, the tea cauldron kept making the sound of boiling water, and the wisps of smoke looked dreamlike in the moonlit night.
"But you know that I can't marry Feng Qingcheng." Rong Sui frowned slightly, and his warm eyes seemed a bit cold.
Mo Bei's hand holding the ladle paused, then he scooped out a ladle of tea and slowly poured it into a white glazed flower-mouthed cup holder. With a slightly solemn look on his face, he handed the cup holder filled with hot tea to Rong Sui. , said: "It was Mo Bei who made a mistake."
Rong Sui took the cup holder, and among the curling clouds of tea smoke, he saw the look of worry flowing out of Mo Bei's eyes inadvertently, and asked with some confusion: "You should be the person who understands my thoughts best, why is there something happening today?" Such thoughts?"
Mo Bei's face was solemn, he bowed to Rong Sui and said solemnly: "I'm afraid the people over there already knew that it was the prince who helped Miss Lin about the last spying incident. Although I told you the whole story afterwards, and The music score was delivered as planned, but Mo Bei was still worried. If there was already a grudge over there, even if there was still a covenant, it would only exist in name only. From now on, we would be alone and weak, without the Feng family to help us. , the road ahead will be even more difficult.”
"So that's what you were worried about."
Rong Sui smiled kindly, and his gentle and picturesque brows showed a calm and leisurely attitude. Compared with Mo Bei's worried look, he looked extremely calm.
I saw him take a sip of tea slowly and leisurely, and said leisurely: "Although he and I can't be as frank as I am with you, but if we don't even have this tacit understanding and trust, so what?" Can we make a covenant?"
His gaze slowly focused into the distance, as if he had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and vaguely saw the young man who was as dazzling as the sun. He can always blend everything in the world quietly into his eyes without revealing anything, just like a fine sword that hides all its edge in the scabbard. Only in front of her can you show your sharpness without deliberately covering up.
He and he are alike.
A hint of smile flashed in Rong Sui's eyes, his jade-like black pupils turned quietly, and he said: "What's more, he is like a bright mirror in his heart. Although I am doing this on the surface to help Wan'er, in fact I'm just pushing the boat along for him. Over the years, he has been able to dive into the abyss and make thunderous movements. His resourcefulness and courage are unparalleled. I will take action. It's not so much that he will arrive long ago, but that we will take it step by step. Got into the trap he laid out."
"You mean that Emperor Jing Ren has already understood Miss Lin's plan and arranged everything, and you are also a part of it?" Mo Bei raised his eyes in shock. In addition to the obvious shock, his eyes were also mixed with There was a trace of fear, and he realized that he had lost his composure in front of Rong Sui, so he quickly calmed down his emotions.
Rong Sui smiled nonchalantly. There seemed to be a pause in that gentle smile, which looked very subtle. "Although he always has a smile on his face, you can't tell what kind of smile he has." What is hidden under his smiling face, I have never seen through him in all these years." He paused, the smile on his face gradually cooled, and a hint of vigilance flashed across his eyes very quickly, "Maybe when he is smiling at you When you do it, the sword in your hand will already be pointed at you."
Mo Bei's heart trembled, and he suggested: "Since his thoughts are so unpredictable, we should be careful to prevent him from crossing the river and burning bridges in the future."
Rong Sui nodded hesitantly and didn't say anything else. He just closed his eyes slightly, and his usually leisurely and indifferent eyebrows seemed to be stained with a hint of sadness.
This made Mo Bei even more certain that Emperor Jing Ren was not always smiling warmly and looking lazy as he seemed on the surface. The prince seemed to value him very much. Even after struggling in the quagmire of Beiming for many years, he rarely showed such an expression.
After a long while, I saw him slowly opening his eyes and murmuring in a low voice: "He and I are just getting what we need, and there is no conflict of interest. The only thing that will cause us to conflict..." He caressed her gently. As he listened to the strings in front of him, his expression changed several times, as if he was immersed in a certain memory, which was so complicated and elusive that he sighed softly, "Everything in this world can be calculated, but fate cannot be calculated."
Mo Bei was stunned for a moment, looking at him with a sense of exploration, obviously not understanding the meaning of his words.
Rong Sui smiled faintly, implying an indescribable helplessness, and then asked: "Have you delivered the birthday gift prepared for her?"
Mo Bei nodded and replied: "We have already sent people to deliver it quickly. It will be delivered before Miss Lin's birthday."
Rong Sui showed a satisfied smile and looked at the moonlight outside the pavilion, his eyes shining with the brilliance of dark jade, "I wonder if she will like this year's gift."
"Every year for Miss Lin's birthday, the prince takes great pains to prepare all kinds of novel things for her. Miss Lin must be very happy too." Seeing Rong Sui's expectant face, Mo Bei couldn't help but sigh in his heart. After so many years, he probably only mentioned it. When it comes to Miss Lin, the prince's eyes really shine.
"Really? But this year's gift, rather than making her happy, I hope she can understand its meaning."
"The prince's feelings for Miss Lin can be revealed by the sun and the moon. Miss Lin is so smart, she will definitely understand."
"I hope so."
Rong Suifu sat on the mat and gently picked up Qin in front of him. Seeing this, Mo Bei stood up and bowed to him before silently exiting the pavilion.
He turned the back of the piano over, placed it on his legs, and gently touched the place where the inscription was carved with his slender fingers.
The night is like thick ink, and the moonlight is like practice. His pair of warm black eyes were hidden under the thick eyelashes, and the ripples of light made people feel inexplicably. His eyes were gentle and lingering, like a spring breeze blowing over the water. A smile gently floated in his eyes, and a trace of lovesickness smeared in his eyes, as if there was no trace, but it was too deep to hide.
The place where his fingers touched looked unusually smooth, probably because someone touched it frequently, and there was a line of words engraved on it in small regular script with hairpin flowers -
I wish you peace, day and night, and peace every year.
He looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, his gaze seemed to be traveling over mountains and ridges, through the passage of time, walking with longing.
It seemed as if I could see her again, dressed in red, standing gracefully under the flower tree, with three thousand flowers falling on the branches, not as beautiful as her dress and belt fluttering, and her beautiful smile.
"Wangshu, happy birthday."
Although he had long heard her talking about giving him a good piano, when she walked up to him holding the piano, his heart still trembled uncontrollably.
"This is……"
She winked at him playfully, "I begged him for a long time before the reclusive qin-picker was willing to cut out this qin. Although I did not participate in the qin-cutting, the fringe on it was made by myself. And the inscription on the back was also carved by me, take a look, do you like it?"
"You..." He noticed her fingers that were blistered due to seal carving. His heart seemed to be wrapped in layers of softness, and it was like using a knife to make a cut on the softness, which felt painful and warm. He softened, frowned slightly, and said distressedly, "The dignified lady of Beiluo Shimen City Lord's Mansion, why should you condescend to ask for help? It's just Zhang Qin."
"I definitely wouldn't if it were anyone else."
Her picturesque brows and eyes were filled with smiles, glowing as brightly as spring light, and her eyes were flowing, as if the rays of stars had precipitated, covering the moonlight and fallen flowers, making the bustling world of mortals instantly eclipse.
She looked at him with extremely serious eyes and said every word very clearly, "Wangshu, you are worthy of the best piano in the world."
What she said so lightly at the beginning seemed to weigh a thousand pounds on him.
When a person who is accustomed to crawling and rolling in the mud is suddenly picked up by someone's hands, the warmth will turn into a flame and be engraved in the heart, which will be indelible forever.
I can’t count how many midnight dreams I had, that red mark came to me.
The girl in red in the dream has the brightest smile in the world, which seems to melt away all the unwillingness and sorrow and anger in the world, leaving only purity and clarity in her heart.
She is the red that frightens a blooming flower, lifts up a stream of autumn water, is the bright moon, is its light, is a bright light in the long dark night, and can always make him find a trace in this broken world of mortals. warmth.
