Leaving the city, the weather was gloomy and it was about to rain.
But even so, from the Luo Mansion, which was very close to the prefect's palace and had a plaque on it that said "Prefect's Mansion", a simple but spacious carriage drove out. Behind and behind the carriage were thirty armored men with swords. The cavalry guarded the carriage tightly.
The carriage did not turn east to the square intersection in front of the prefect's palace gate, but went all the way west, finally stopping at the end of the road, a dead end with no way out.
In the innermost place of the dead end, there is a small house. There is no door plaque or couplet on the house. The dark door seems to be always closed. It is rare to see anyone coming in or out, but there are many guards outside the door. There are as many as eighteen people.
Seeing the simple carriage approaching, the guards outside the door saluted in unison. They had obviously known each other for a long time. The leading guard lined up and waited beside the carriage. After a while, the door opened, and a man wearing a plain white dress, The girl, who had few hairpins and accessories, walked out with the help of the maid.
The leading guard bowed and solemnly performed a military salute, "I've met Miss Lu!"
The person called Miss Lu is none other than Lu Dongfeng’s daughter, Lu Sifan.
Seeing that the leading guard was so solemn, Lu Sifan stopped, smiled back, and said gently, "Brother, are we Taiming coming out too?"
"I'm scared, I don't deserve to be called Miss like that," the leading guard bent further, "I am indeed a soldier of Tai Ming!"
"No wonder," Lu Sifan smiled in surprise, jumped out of the carriage, but did not make any unnecessary gestures of intimacy, and asked, "Eldest brother should be on duty these days, do you know that the young master is here?"
The leading guard straightened up slightly and replied, "To tell you the truth, Miss Luo Yun, Mr. Luo Yun has been in the house recently and has not gone out."
Lu Sifan nodded and walked into the house accompanied by the maid. Behind her, ten cavalrymen dismounted and followed. Among the guards who were originally guarding the door of the house, four people silently followed the leading guard. In this way, people entered the house in large numbers.
As soon as he entered the house, Lu Sifan began to look around and said as he walked, "It's autumn now, and there are many fallen leaves in the yard, which makes it look bleak. The eldest brother can arrange for one or two brothers to come in and clean it every day, and it won't delay anything. .”
The leading guard nodded in agreement, turned around and signaled, and the two guards behind him retreated, and soon took a big broom to sweep up the fallen leaves in the courtyard.
We went all the way and didn't go far before we arrived at a hall with an open door. From a distance, we could see inside the hall. A young man wearing thin clothes was leaning on the couch. He had his hair casually spread out and a cup in his hand. Use the brush to lightly touch the paper.
Lu Sifan stopped, untied the thin cloak behind him and handed it to the maid behind him. He walked into the hall first and asked with a smile, "What did brother Luo Yun draw today?"
That young man was Luo Chuan's younger brother, Luo Yun. He raised his head, and his face could be vaguely seen. He was smiling but not smiling. There was a kind of casual indifference that he should not have at his age. He casually put the paintbrush in his hand on the couch. He threw it away and beckoned, "Come on, come on, take a look and you will know."
Lu Sifan took a few steps forward, put his hands behind his back, tilted his head to look, and saw that on the fine drawing paper, there was a rotten egg with a broken shell lying on the ground, and a group of flies flying around it. , couldn't help laughing, "It's a pity that I have such good paper, good ink, and good painter. Once this painting comes out, it's hard to write a poem for it..."
Luo Yun laughed loudly, and then said, "People say that playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting are used to express emotions. You can't just allow people to be in a good mood and not allow them to be in a bad mood, right? When you are in a good mood, you can paint landscapes, flowers and birds, and when you are in a bad mood, you can paint landscapes, flowers and birds. Do I have to draw these things when I’m here?”
Lu Sifan looked up at Luo Yun, and Luo Yun looked back at her.
Lu Sifan suddenly felt a little sad and said, "Brother Luo Yun wants to talk to me about these things?"
Luo Yun turned away and said calmly, "If I don't talk to you, these things will still exist. Instead of the two of us pretending not to know, it's better to talk openly. It's no big deal."
Lu Sifan lowered his head and shook his head, "I came here because I heard that brother Luo Yun has not left the house for several days. It just so happened that today
The Japanese government office was going to give out porridge at the North City Gate, so I thought that if you were willing, you could go and have a look. "
"Going to give soup?" Luo Yun said thoughtfully, "Do you think I can feel better if I see more of the homeless people who don't have enough to eat?"
Lu Sifan shook his head, "I just think that as Mr. Lijun, you should go and take a look."
"Young Master Lijun?" Luo Yun smiled and picked up the paintbrush, and started to paint on the painting of rotten eggs and flies again. This time, he added a rose in the corner of the painting, "Sister Sifan, please don't shout randomly. , your future child will be Young Master Lijun, and I will no longer be so."
Lu Sifan turned his head when he heard the words, his face was slightly red, and he was speechless.
Seeing that she was silent, Luo Yun looked up, laughed, and then lowered his head to paint, "Look, you are already going to enter the palace and become a wife. It's not okay to be shy after hearing these words. This is the prefect's mansion." There are many things in the palace that must be told to you by someone. You know, although the son born between you and the woman from Tingfeng Pavilion can be called a son, but..."
He paused for a moment, sprinkled gold powder on the stamens of the rose, and said casually, "But who comes first and who comes last, even if it's just a season, a month, or even a day, or an hour, it makes all the difference." The difference is that only his first son can be legitimately called...the Crown Prince!"
Lu Sifan smiled and said, "The one who can give birth to a son for the prefect is naturally the wife of the palace. I know very well what I should do."
Luo Yun shook his head and continued to concentrate on his painting, "Although I am like you and have not met Luochuan a few times, I don't know why, but I can understand many things he does. He is, He is extremely arrogant and arrogant. God knows how many years it will take before he can treat a woman like his wife. But before that, can he keep dragging you two from entering? Or after entering, I've always prevented you from having children? So, there are some things that you don't dare to think about, and that's okay. The trouble is that when you don't think about it, others have already thought about it thousands of times!"
Lu Sifan sighed softly and said, "Thank you Brother Luo Yun for your teaching, but if that is the case, it would be a good thing for me. I can live a simple life with my children in peace, which is no better than anything else." ?" She lowered her head to watch Luo Yun painting, and asked again, "We are giving porridge at Beicheng Gate, brother Luo Yun, are you going or not?"
"Go," Luo Yun stopped writing, raised his head and looked at it again and again, then signed and stamped his name on the corner opposite Qiangwei, and handed it to a man in black with a bumpy figure who came out of the corner of the hall. It was only at this time that Lu Sifan He found that there was such a person in the hall, "Can you frame this painting for me?" Luo Yun looked around, pointed to the most eye-catching blank space on the wall in the hall and said, "Then... Hang here."
The man in black nodded and walked away.
Luo Yun jumped down from the couch, reached behind his back, and tied his messy hair together casually, "Let's go!"
