Unknowingly, Xiao Yu had been resting in the eldest princess's mansion for more than half a month.
Xiao Yuwan has not shown up since Xiao Yu woke up.
The servants all said that she entered the palace on orders in the afternoon of the second day after she was assassinated.
And the whole thing spread throughout the streets and alleys of Jiankang City that day.
The aloof Emperor Xiao Yuheng of Da Qi was so furious that he used thunderous means to kill dissident ministers one after another.
The Fifth Guards Army and the Tingwei Department launched a carpet-like manhunt in Jiankang City, causing panic and public resentment.
But until the end, no valuable information was found.
The whole incident just faded away in people's after-dinner conversations.
The reconstruction after the Tongxiali fire was also proceeding in an orderly manner at this time.
As the only complete remaining building complex in Tongxiali, Princess Yongning's Mansion remains calm as usual, or rather too plain.
This afternoon,
Swirling catkins floated into the room along the bamboo windows, making people drowsy.
Xiao Yu looked helpless and played with the purple hair pen in his hand.
He lifted the pen with difficulty and stopped it in mid-air. The tip of the pen, which was full of ink, began to drip ink, but he could not write.
It seems that this is the boredom of the ancients. In modern society, where everyone has a mobile phone, who would think of writing poetry!
Qingxue on the side saw that the pen tip in Xiao Yu's hand stopped in mid-air and could not put down the pen, so she comforted him: "If the young prince is not in the mood at this time, don't force yourself. How about I accompany the young prince to feed the fish in the small pond outside?" ?”
"Feeding the fish again."
Xiao Yu glanced at his mouth. The pond in this small courtyard was not big. There were only a few goldfish hanging under the bamboo bridge all day long. How could they catch up with the spectacular sight of thousands of carp rising into the sky when bait was thrown out from his own palace?
"I do not want to go."
"I almost stifled the little prince when I read this poem."
"That's natural. I have no poetry in my heart, only grass. Why is Prince Consort Pan so angry? He comes looking for trouble as soon as he comes back. He insists on forcing me to write some poetry, and write it like a master!"
Qingxue covered her mouth and smiled: "How do you write, sir? Is it possible that the young prince cannot paint!"
"At most I can draw a picture of a chicken pecking at rice, but I may not be as good as Zhu Zhishan."
"Then who is Zhu Zhishan?"
"Zhu Zhishan? He is a person in my dream."
Xiao Yu said and scratched his head again with the pen. He only had a little ink in his stomach. What should he write for Prince Consort Pan?
His thoughts went to Prince Consort Pan again.
It is said that on the day he was carried into the eldest princess's mansion by Pei Zhi, Pan Duo had a quarrel with Xiao Yuwan. The prince-in-law left home in anger for ten days, but later he ran back happily.
Seeing Xiao Yu sitting on the bed who had not recovered from his serious injury, he asked for help for a while. He was very attentive and said that he would find all the precious medicinal materials in the palace to prepare a good medicine for Xiao Yu.
There was no way the medicine could be prepared in such a way. If he was so messy, the only medicine he would get would be strong medicine that would kill him.
It happened that General Pei Zhi of Zhige and Dr. Liu of Taiyuan Hospital also arrived together at this time. The two argued over the issue of Xiao Yu's medication. General Pei insisted on recommending the prescription handed down from his ancestors, but Dr. Liu refused.
The two of them were frozen there, and only then did Pan Duo give up his plan to prepare a "good recipe".
Later Xiao Yu asked him where he had been these days, and Pan Duo said he went to Lulong Mountain.
A tower has recently been built on the mountain, overlooking the river. The scenery downstairs is meandering and beautiful with mountain springs.
He and his friends imitated Wang Xizhi, Xie An and others who composed the "Lanting Collection" in Lanting. They also drank wine and composed poems in the meandering water of Lulong Mountain.
It was just that the joy of drinking was exhausted, but the poems I wrote failed to satisfy me, and I came back disappointed, so I wanted to ask Xiao Yu to write one.
"I've never been to that pavilion, how do I know what the scene is there." Xiao Yu complained with a sad look on his face.
Pan Duo looked attentive, and Qingxue kept cheering him up, which led to the current scene.
"Alas..." Xiao Yu sighed and finally wrote.
Qingxue watched from the sidelines, and the more she watched, the more she couldn't understand.
She read out the word every time Xiao Yu wrote.
"Young people don't know the feeling of sadness, so they fall in love with upstairs. Falling in love with stairs, they forcefully talk about sadness in order to compose new words.
"Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to say goodbye. I want to say goodbye, but I say it's a cool autumn!"
After Xiao Yu finished writing, he threw the purple brush aside and stared at his handwriting with satisfaction.
Qingxue was puzzled, raised her head and asked: "Little prince, what does this mean?"
Xiao Yu clapped his hands as if he had accomplished something great.
"Go for a walk?"
"Wait for me, little prince!"
…
Xiao Yu walked along the path to the outside of the rockery.
During these days when he was recuperating in the Princess's Mansion, whenever he went for a walk, he would pass by here.
There is also an artificial lake on the other side of the trail, which is much smaller than the one in my palace.
From this point of view, Xiao Yuwan really spent a lot of money when choosing a palace for Xiao Yu, and gave away a property that was even grander than her own palace.
Sometimes when he thinks of this, Xiao Yu will feel somewhat uneasy. If Consort Pan happens to provoke him again at this time, his attitude will become extremely patient and humble. Who would let him live in someone else's old house? Still freehold without spending a penny.
Walking along this stone path, there will be a fork.
One will extend to the lake center pavilion in the middle of the lake, and the other will be the pavilion on the lakeside.
Xiao Yu often sits in the pavilion by the lake and spends time.
On a raised platform in an open space not far from the pavilion, the dancers from the mansion's music studio often rehearse dances there accompanied by vocal music.
Every time Xiao Yu sat around, he would watch this free song and dance. After all, in that era when productivity was not very developed, there were very few things to do for entertainment.
Sometimes several guests from the palace would come here, and some of them had the same mentality as Xiao Yu. When they were happy, those who were proficient in music would compose one or two new songs and give them to the head of the teaching workshop. That can be regarded as complementing each other.
Some people will also play chess games in the pavilion and talk about the game.
Or write an exquisite article with a splash of ink, and win a lot of applause.
There are also some elegant people who place their qin in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. The wonderful sound of silk and bamboo music leads to the ensemble of cave and flute playing on the shore.
Xiao Yu knew that he was a common man, so he just watched with Qingxue when he encountered this scene.
Occasionally, guests would come forward to invite guests, but Xiao Yu would reject them all with a wave of his hand. He would not interfere in those elegant things, so as not to make the generosity laugh.
And those court guests never forced it. They all knew that the young man who looked like he was recovering from a serious illness was a distinguished guest in the house, the prince of Jiangxia.
Two other times, Xiao Yu saw Yang Hua here.
This handsome man who was like an immortal seemed not to be close to other court guests. He always stood alone on the trestle leading to the Huxin Pavilion and looked north at his hometown. There always seemed to be a kind of melancholy and loss in his eyebrows.
After the girls from the workshops completed the day's practice, they would gather in twos and threes on the shore of the lake, looking at the beautiful man and commenting on him.
But today, the lakeside seemed deserted.
There are no dancers singing and dancing in the studio, nor are the court guests talking loudly. Yang Hua, who always lives alone, is not here. There are only a few gardening servants working silently not far away.
Qingxue was a little disappointed when she saw this scene, and sighed: "Little prince, there is no one here today, should we go back."
"Since we are coming out to get some air, even if there is no one around, let's go to the lake to bask in the sun for a while!" Just as he said this, he saw the figures of three women approaching the pavilion in the middle of the lake from another path.
Two of them were dressed exactly the same, and they were obviously maids at a glance.
And another slender woman with a bun on her head and an apricot-colored pleated skirt with waisted waist, must be their master.
At this time, her back was facing them. Just looking at her shapely and slender back, she felt that she had the dignified temperament of a lady.
Xiao Yu frowned: "Who is that over there? Why have I never seen them in my house?"
Because of the backlight, Qingxue put up a pergola with her hands and looked toward the center of the lake. There was also surprise in her tone.
"Yeah, that's Princess Jincheng, the young prince's cousin."
Xiao Yu was stunned, she was Xiao Yurong, the eldest princess of Jincheng!
In the memory of another soul in Xiao Yu's brain, Xiao Yurong was only five or six years old. At that time, she had not yet grown up, and she looked like a paper figure. Relying on the favor of the late emperor, her unruly and willful attitude was very popular in Taicheng. Famous.
She was once unhappy about a trivial matter and deliberately asked the little eunuch who had committed the crime to poke a hornet's nest. When the little eunuch was stung by the wasp and screamed wildly, she was hiding behind the bamboo curtain and clapped her hands and cheered.
The young Xiao Yu was at the scene at that time, and he witnessed the whole process. From then on, the image of the cheering little girl with missing front teeth left a deep impression in his mind.
When he saw this person again, his preconceived impression made Xiao Yu feel disgusted.
"It's her!" Xiao Yu was a little impatient, "Let's go back!"
"But the young prince..."
Before Qingxue could say the next words, she heard a woman who looked like a maid calling people from the other side of the lake.
"Hey! Is this the Prince of Jiangxia?"
Do they know me?
Xiao Yu looked surprised and glanced at Qingxue.
Qingxue looked calm. She seemed to understand what Xiao Yu was thinking, so she replied:
"My young prince, Princess Jincheng already came to see you the day after you fell into coma. She naturally knows you."
"She has seen me? Why has she seen me and no one mentioned it to me?"
Qingxue smiled.
"Because Princess Jincheng is a frequent visitor here, she will come to the mansion every three to five days. Originally she came to see the eldest princess to say some personal words, but now..."
Even if Xiao Yu didn't say anything else, he would understand everything.
Although Xiao Yu was reluctant to meet this unruly princess, he still waved enthusiastically and walked towards the Huxin Pavilion.
As soon as the two parties met, Xiao Yu felt that the woman in front of him was completely different from the Xiao Yurong in his impression.
Her body is still thin, but her eyebrows are as lovable as Sister Lin.
As soon as she met, she bowed to Xiao Yu.
Danfeng's eyes were slightly raised, and the dark pupils reflected Xiao Yu's appearance.
Xiao Yu quickly lowered his head and returned the salute with his hands in hand.
"Is it true that my brother's madness is completely cured as rumored?" Xiao Yurong's voice was soft and soft, making people's hearts melt.
This is what almost every person he has ever known said when he meets him. But when Xiao Yurong said this, he didn't know how to answer. Xiao Yurong was neither annoyed nor angry. She was becoming more self-restrained now. Her picturesque eyebrows were curved and she continued to ask: "The injury on my brother's left shoulder is getting better. That day, my little sister saw her brother unconscious. When I woke up, there was so much blood from the wound. I was really worried about my brother. I wanted to come to visit a few days earlier, but because of the busy schedule at home, I couldn’t get away for the time being. Today I saw that my brother was recovering as before, and my little sister also Then I feel at ease.”
Xiao Yurong said and bowed her head to Xiao Yu again.
"Oh, everything is fine with me. Thank you for your concern, princess. I heard a few days ago that the princess's wedding is coming soon. There must be a lot of things in the house."
At this time, Xiao Yu was not familiar with her, and everything he said was just polite.
But when it comes to marriage, Xiao Yurong seems to be a little worried.
Xiao Yu saw that she deliberately turned her face to the center of the lake, as if she was afraid that her thoughts would be understood.
After much hesitation, Xiao Yu still had the courage to ask.
"There is something wrong with the princess's sad look. If it is convenient, you might as well tell my brother about it."
Xiao Yurong slowly turned around, her eyes seemed to contain other thoughts.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Yu was afraid that any words he said would cross Xiao Yurong's red line again.
"Brother reminds me of King Luling. If he were still here...that would be great..."
Xiao Yu knew that Xiao Yurong had hidden many words.
It seems that Xiao Yurong's biological mother, Zheng Zhaoyi, had a son and a daughter. One daughter is Xiao Yurong, the current eldest princess of Jincheng, and the other son is Xiao Yuwei, the third son of the emperor. Among the many children of the late emperor, these brothers and sisters have a very good relationship.
In Xiao Yu's memory, Xiao Yuwei should be slightly older than him. As for when he was granted the title of King of Luling, he didn't know. Maybe it was during the years when his brain was injured.
The meaning of Xiao Yurong's words couldn't be clearer. Xiao Yuwei is dead. As for how he died, either he died young or it had something to do with the current emperor's murder of the clan.
Xiao Yu didn't want to bring back Xiao Yurong's unpleasant memory, so he wanted to change the topic.
"Oh, I heard that the future Captain Consort of Jincheng is Yang Hua. These days, I always see Yang Hua standing here. Could it be that he is waiting to meet the princess? Haha, you two are really a perfect match for your talent and beauty. "
"A perfect match?" Xiao Yurong's eyes were slightly confused, "Brother, do you think he will really marry me happily?"
"Why not? Although Yang Hua is a bit dull and doesn't know much about style, he is indeed a good man who stands upright and is a true hero."
Xiao Yuwan shook her head; "I don't care about that. I just want to know if he will be a good husband?"
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't know that I fell in love with him when I first saw him. I have never seen such a bright face, nor have I ever been attracted by the gentle smile that slowly bloomed on a man's resolute cheeks. I am impressed. But I always feel that this is as out of reach as the moon in the mirror, and I am afraid that if I am not careful, he will slip away from my life."
Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment, and then he started laughing again.
"You have pre-marital anxiety. Almost every man and woman who are about to get married will have your situation. Don't worry about it and just pursue your own happiness boldly."
"The pursuit of happiness, what is happiness?" Xiao Yurong's eyes were still gloomy, "If I say Yang Hua doesn't have me in his eyes, what should I do?"
"how you said that?"
"I don't know." Xiao Yurong shook her head, "Before, Yang Hua had me in his eyes and I could see it. But just recently, I can't see it anymore. Although he still treats me as well as before, I I really can’t see it anymore, the depths of his eyes have lost their luster, just like an endless desert without life, which makes people despair.”
Xiao Yu raised his eyes and looked at the sparkling lake. He didn't know how to answer Xiao Yurong.
Perhaps a young girl who is sad for spring and autumn will have such a state of mind and a lack of security. After all, her fiancé Yang Hua is such a perfect and peerless young man.
But for some reason, another vague figure appeared in Xiao Yu's heart.
She stood at the pinnacle of power, was once crazy about Yang Hua, and even wrote Yang Hua's eternal Yuefu poem.
Maybe she is the one who can really influence Yang Hua!
But Yang Hua finally chose to escape and betray her.
Xiao Yu didn't dare to think further.
At this time, a strong wind blew against the water towards everyone, disturbing the clothes and hair of everyone on the trestle.
The sky in the distance was covered with clouds, and it seemed like it was going to rain.
"Princess, the wind has picked up, let's go back!"
…
Pan Duo shook his knife and fan and leisurely walked into this elegant building called "Xianting Xiaozhu".
"Xiao Dalang! Can you finish the poem I want? Don't say anything like the old man not appearing in the dream. If you had a book of poems in your belly, you would have finished it long ago."
Seeing no one answered in the room, he walked in with his head in the air.
The desk was a little messy, and a few paper balls were scattered in the bamboo basket under the desk.
Seeing that the ink stains on the inkstone had not yet dried, Pan Duo expected that Xiao Yu and his personal maid would not be away for long.
At this moment, he stopped in front of the strange poem left by Xiao Yu.
This poem has no name, as if it was written casually. Pan Duo scanned it briefly, and it is the kind of short sentence without contrast.
"Xiao Dalang, let me see what you can write."
Pan Duo chuckled, picked up the rice paper and read it carefully.
At first, there was a casual smile on his face, but as he read, the smile froze again.
The Yongming style poetry of this dynasty pays great attention to rhythm and rhyme. The sentence structure is mainly five-character four sentences or five-character eight sentences, with emphasis on parallelism and counterpoint.
Most of what Xiao Yu wrote was contrary to this and seemed to be original.
"Young people don't know the feeling of sadness, so they fall in love with upstairs. Falling in love with stairs, they forcefully talk about sadness in order to compose new lyrics... Is this Xiao Dalang mocking me?" Pan Duo snorted, he seemed displeased, and he continued down. Read on, "Now I know all about the feeling of sadness...the feeling of sadness, I want to say it, but I don't want to say it. I want to say it, but I say it's a cool autumn!"
Pan Duo closed his eyes and thought about the artistic conception in this strange poem, as if he had a feeling of washing away the lead and setting aside the clouds to see the sun...
Suddenly his vision suddenly became clear, and he jumped onto the desk and laughed. Then he jumped off the desk, picked up the "weird poem" and ran out the door like a madman.
"I realized it! I realized it!"
