The night is quiet.
The dark night seemed like endless thick ink covering the sky.
The deep residence of Su Mansion has two adjacent boudoirs.
One plaque is named Yilanxuan, and the other is named Meiyingzhai.
The former is planted with orchids, the latter with plum blossoms.
The two courtyards are very close to each other. Between the two courtyard walls, there is a three-step wide bluestone corridor. Looking down from a high place, it looks like a line of sky.
In the Meiying Studio, there were several sounds of insects chirping, and a boudoir was sleeping in the dark night.
On the second floor of the boudoir, the doors, windows, and wall panels are all made of precious nanmu. The furniture is classic and there are rows of bookshelves. There is an empty beauty couch by the window, with two or three books scattered beside the pillow.
Every detail in the room reveals the restless, lazy and elegant character of the boudoir mistress.
In the back room, where the moonlight cannot shine.
A very elegant embroidered bed sits quietly, complete with embroidered bed curtains and tents.
A gauze hanging with green double embroidery of flowers, grass and insects blocks the scene inside the bed.
However, only Su Guo'er knew that this gauze tent was quite special. Looking out from the inside, one could see the general scene outside.
Su Guoer woke up naturally late at night again.
She dreamed again of the old fortune-teller with low eyebrows and his mottos.
Su Guoer's body was slightly curled up, and she turned sideways while holding the quilt. Her cold eyes looked through the gauze curtain at the half-closed window not far away, and dimly saw the scenery outside the window.
It seemed like he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.
Su Guo'er's eyebrows gathered slightly.
She pursed her dry red lips silently.
Immediately, a slender jade hand stretched out from the gap in the curtain, opened the gauze curtain, and a pair of long legs under the skirt bent their calves to reach out of the bed. Two ice cream-like feet wrapped in light pink socks took two tries. Came across the embroidered shoes under the bed.
A girl was slipping on her shoes.
Wrapping a blanket around his arms, he walked to the window, tilted his head and looked up at the lone shadow under the moon on the roof next door.
Su Guo'er paused for a moment, then suddenly pushed open the two windows completely and climbed onto the windowsill.
The girl with plum blossom makeup, who originally looked elegant and quiet, was like an agile cat, climbing out of the balcony and climbing to the roof with ease.
She didn't even look at the sky-like gap between the eaves of the roof here and the eaves of the roof next door. She even jumped over it without hesitation.
Look at this set of movements, so smooth and skillful that not even a tile on the roof was knocked off.
If a bun-faced little maid who was sleeping soundly in the escort room downstairs was here at this moment, she would definitely rub her eyes and say, "Well, the lady flew away again..."
Su Guo'er wrapped herself lightly in a thin blanket and came to the roof of Yilanxuan. She walked to Xie Lingjiang, who had a dazed look on her face. She didn't mind the dust on the eaves and sat down calmly.
The two women sat side by side on the roof.
Above their heads, there were shining stars, embedded in the dark night sky.
There is another bright moon hanging alone among the stars, like a shining orb.
Xie Lingjiang suddenly felt that the moon looked very much like the night pearl given to her by her senior brother, but it was a pity that she had not taken it back yet.
At this time, the little girl from the Su family reached out to Xie Lingjiang who seemed to be in a trance beside her without any courtesy, and asked lightly:
"liquor."
The latter shook his head slightly.
From the moment Su Guo'er climbed onto the roof to the time she came and sat down to ask for a drink, Xie Lingjiang didn't even look at her the whole time.
Su Guo'er couldn't help but look sideways.
I saw Xie Lingjiang hugging his knees with one hand, sitting alone under the moon, holding a small pocket wine jar in his right hand.
She tilted her head and looked at the dark courtyard next to a plum grove in the distance, her pretty face seemed to be in a daze, and the red paper on the body of the small wine bottle in her hand was almost touching the girl's fair face.
Sitting on the sloping roof, keeping her knees bent, her long and toned legs pressed hard against her already bulging and broad chest, which was a waste of fabric, causing it to become somewhat deformed.
Even the size of the overflow from the edge of the leg was even bigger than Cai Shou in the eyes of Su Guo'er, who had eliminated her first.
Xie Lingjiang seemed to be unaware of all this, his eyes reflecting the starlight silently staring in the direction of Meiluyuan,
Su Guo'er silently withdrew her gaze.
"It would be boring if you just drink it by yourself." She stared at the moon and said intently.
Xie Lingjiang shook his head, "No more wine."
She silently put down the wine jar in her hand and took a long breath.
Su Guo'er pouted, "Then why are you still holding a wine jar in your hand? Looking at the plum blossoms to quench your thirst?"
Xie Ling Jiang turned a deaf ear and suddenly turned around and said: "Some wine can relieve sorrow, and some sorrow can also eliminate wine."
"..." Su Bao'er.
"You don't understand." Xie Lingjiang shook his head gently.
There was silence between the two of them for a while, then she turned around and asked:
"Have you found the poem about returning home?"
Su Guoer sighed softly:
"It may have been burned, either the Lotus Tower caught fire a hundred years ago, or the Merit Tower that was rebuilt later caught fire. Anyway, looking at it now, it is difficult to survive."
Xie Lingjiang nodded, "Is this important to you?"
Su Guo'er was silent for a while, looked up at the moon and said, "There is not much time left for the Su family."
Xie Lingjiang glanced at her and said:
"Uncle Su and Mother Weber are just talking about these things. You, a newlywed, have a lot to worry about. Besides, what does the two have to do with each other?"
Su Guo'er turned around and asked, "Do you believe in fate?"
"Do not believe."
After a pause, Xie Lingjiang looked into the distance and said without squinting, "Senior brother doesn't believe in fate either. He says everything depends on man-made efforts."
"So you don't believe it too?" Su Bao'er squinted at her.
"No, I just think what he said makes sense." Xie Lingjiang lowered his eyes.
She turned around and said seriously: "Actually, it's good to be safe now."
Su Guo'er looked away: "Maybe."
There was silence between the two of them for a while, only the night wind howling, and Su Guo'er tightened the blanket around her body.
Xie Lingjiang asked curiously: "Is your birthday coming soon?"
"how do you know?"
"I see that some of the maids and servants in the house have been busy recently, and they seem to be organizing a birthday ceremony for you."
"Yeah." Su Guo'er said casually, "It's just that some relatives or strangers are coming to make a noise."
Xie Lingjiang laughed.
Those distant relatives in your family are not simple at all.
But she didn't say this, maintaining a certain tacit understanding.
Su Guoer's mind was obviously on other things. She turned around and said:
"After the fifteenth of this month, find some free time and accompany me to Donglin Temple again. Without you as an excuse, I won't trust me to go out."
"It's because you've been there too many times." Xie Lingjiang shook his head and asked curiously: "Why is it after the fifteenth of this month? Isn't there still half a month left?"
Su Guoer curled her lips and said:
"Those monks from Donglin Temple are not good at learning. They want to fool some believers and good women into burning incense and praying for marriage during the fifteenth day of the temple fair.
"I heard it's being warmed up these days. It looks like it's going to be lively on the mountain. It's best not to go there before the 15th. It would be bad if my mother, father and others misunderstand something."
"Marriage Festival Temple Fair..."
Xie Lingjiang's face was startled, he muttered something, and asked calmly: "Is Donglin Temple very effective in seeking marriage?"
"I don't know. If you're interested, ask yourself."
Su Guo'er answered casually, and after a pause, she turned her head:
"What are you doing? Why are you interested in this? Didn't your father say before that you turned down many proposals from young talents and wanted to pursue Confucianism?"
Seeing the suspicious expression on the female companion beside him, Xie Lingjiang pretended to frown and stared intently at the night scene ahead, waving his sleeves and saying:
"What are you talking about, sister of the Su family? I'm asking... I'm asking my senior brother. Every time she goes over to have dinner, Aunt Zhen always asks about this and that. She worries about senior brother's marriage and wants me to help him recommend sisters from the clan. , it’s really boring.”
"I see." Su Guo'er nodded, "You treat your senior brother very well and worry about all this."
Xie Lingjiang didn't answer. He looked around at the night scene and glanced calmly at the direction of a courtyard in Meilu Garden.
Eldest brother still owes her a small wish.
At this time, a certain Xie girl began to believe in fate a little bit more. She came to the pillow when she felt sleepy. Isn't this destiny?
Well, you can be more trusting in the future.
But she never expected that Su Guoer, who had been silent all this time, suddenly turned around and said:
"You said that Aunt Zhen wants to find a girl with the fifth surname for your senior brother to marry. Well, this is quite normal. As for a girl with the fifth surname, no big Zhou man would want to marry her. This is worse than a woman from the Li family and the Wei family. welcome."
She curled her lips, paused, and then said with a smile:
"However, why do I feel that Aunt Zhen is eyeing you, sister of the Xie family? You happen to be a junior sister and have a good relationship with Ouyang Lianghan. If I were his aunt, I would definitely do the same...
"Well, Sister Xie, you should be more careful. Don't accidentally propose Aunt Zhen to your father. If she refuses then, it will be embarrassing."
After Su Guo'er finished speaking with a half-smile, she immediately saw that the face of the Xie family sister next to her changed, and she couldn't see clearly in the night.
"What's wrong with Sister Xie?" she asked curiously.
"No...it's okay."
Su Guo'er looked at Xie Lingjiang's slightly stiff face again, and said with a sudden look on her face:
"Oh, I understand. Has Aunt Zhen already tried to propose to your father, so Sister Xie is embarrassed to say it now?"
She nodded gently and reassured the female companion next to her:
"Then it's okay. It's normal. It turns out that she has already rejected it. No wonder she can feel free to ask you about these matchmaking matters. It seems that she doesn't dare to have any more ideas for Sister Xie. That's easy. Sister Xie, feel free to do whatever you want. Go and introduce a clan girl, and I might even be able to get closer to your senior brother."
After finishing his words, Su Guoer, who tilted his head with a smile, suddenly heard a "shaking" sound.
A small pocket wine jar that was originally placed at the feet of a certain girl rolled down the eaves. After a moment's rest, a crisp sound of broken bottles came from below, breaking the silence of the night.
"No...it was accidental. Don't blame Sister Su."
Facing Su Guo'er's slightly probing eyes, a certain lady of the Xie family forced a smile and explained.
"It seems that Sister Xie is really drunk. You should rest early and be careful when you get off the roof later."
Su Guoer laughed.
Xie Lingjiang didn't reply, and the atmosphere between the two fell into a cold mood.
When Su Guo'er saw this, she didn't think much and said goodbye.
But he didn't see Xie Lingjiang sitting alone under the moon behind him, his face a little pale.
After Su Guoer left, she sat alone on the roof hugging her knees for who knows how long.
Until there were passing clouds in the sky, covering up the bright moon, and the sky and the earth became dark. Then the clouds moved back to reveal the moon, and the clear light shone down again.
On the roof, Qian's shadow was no longer visible.
Only the howling night wind intercepted half of the woman's murmur:
"Everything depends on man-made things... Everything depends on man-made things... Only then will one not believe in fate..."
…
Inside the Meilu Garden, there is the Meilin courtyard.
It's a waste of time.
Inside the house, I could faintly hear the sound of the night wind blowing against the doors and windows outside.
The air in the room seemed increasingly quiet.
On the bed, the rhythmic breathing of the handsome young man and the white-haired maid under the quilt seemed particularly loud.
The master and the servant fell into a deep sleep.
At some point.
"Master... don't... stop fighting... master..."
The white-haired maid smacked her lips from time to time, turned her back to the handsome young man, and hugged the quilt, as if she was treating it like her master. .
And the quilt covering a certain wrongful master who was lying on his back and sleeping was pulled aside by the white-haired maid, exposing most of his body for a while, and he didn't know if he would catch a cold.
Presumably when he wakes up in the morning, if he has some clear nose, the white-haired maid will inevitably be "disposed of by the master's family law" again.
It's a pity that there is a faint fragrance in the house, which is not like sandalwood but not sandalwood. I don't know when it started to fill the room.
The two fell into a deep sleep and could not wake up.
The bright moon outside the window seemed to be obscured by a burst of dark clouds, and the room became dark.
In the darkness beside the bed, an unfamiliar thin hand suddenly stretched out, tremblingly reached out in the air, and finally landed on Ouyang Rong's face.
Slender hands slowly caressed the angular curves of his face.
From the thick eyebrows, to the high nose, to the cold lips.
The four fingertips were slowly caressing all the way down.
Just like the curved willows on the waterside, they are gently blowing on the water in the breeze.
So gentle that he seems to be afraid of scratching the fish at the bottom of the water.
Between the beds, in addition to the breathing of Ouyang Rong and Wei Lai, there was another breathing sound inexplicably.
When a thin hand touched Ouyang Rong's face, the sound of breathing was a little rapid at first, but then seemed to be suppressed, and the sound of breathing gradually became smaller and even inaudible.
At this moment, the bright moon outside the window seemed to break free from the dark clouds.
The light and shadow in front of the bed became brighter.
A slender black shadow could be seen faintly.
The slender black figure carries a straight "long" solid object on its back.
Facing the bed, with your back to the window.
The head of this slender black figure seemed to turn occasionally. Under the moonlight, a pair of eyes like a stream of autumn water could be seen for a moment, but they soon disappeared into darkness.
Only that thin hand still lingered on Ouyang Rong's face.
And under the halo of moonlight beside the bed.
I could faintly see that this thin hand only had four fingers.
A little finger is missing.
"Well……"
At this moment, the sleeping Ouyang Rong muttered, as if his body was cold, he subconsciously hugged the right arm stretched out by the slender black figure.
He turned sideways, folded his arms, curled up slightly, and slept with his face buried in his face.
"ah."
The slender black figure seemed to be frightened, and shrank back, making some slight noises.
However, when she reacted, she stopped immediately and allowed Ouyang Rong to tightly hug her right hand that was missing her little finger.
The atmosphere continued to fall into silence.
In front of the bed, there is moonlight as gentle as water.
On the bed, there were eyes as gentle as water.
Completed, four thousand words! Sorry, brothers, try not to be like this next time, woo woo...
(End of chapter)
