After the palace banquet was over, Cen Xijin and Die'er dared to show up. Seeing that all the guests had left, leaving only more than 20 palace people to deal with the aftermath, they walked confidently and boldly through the bright moonlight. , trotted all the way back to the East Palace.
Cen Xijin had asked Sixi to deliver the snowskin mooncakes to Xiao Luzi and Xiao Guizi Xiao Dianji on her behalf. Except for the ones presented to the prince, Babao didn't ask for any mooncakes. She had always had a bad temper, and Cen Xijin was no longer surprised now. Seeing that there were many mooncakes left, Cen Xijin gave some to Si Xi Qiu Juan, who lived in the same room. Naturally, Si Xi wiped her hands happily and put them away. Although Qiu Juan looked cold, he did not refuse her kindness.
"There are so many more, what are you going to do? If you can't finish them, you should put them away." Wang Xiang stuffed the mooncakes into her mouth and chewed them up regardless of her image. She had been standing all day today, but she was very busy. , I didn’t even have time to eat.
"Let's just save a few delicious ones, and give the rest to them tomorrow." It was considered a personal favor.
It's not a valuable thing anyway.
"Humph, you know how to be a favor, so you're not afraid..." Wang Xiang suddenly lowered his voice and looked warily at Qiu Juan, who was sitting firmly on the couch embroidering a handkerchief. Seeing that she didn't make any movement, he stopped talking. Cen Xijin's ears started to ask, "Aren't you afraid that people will use this to frame you?"
In the palace, it doesn't matter what you give, but don't just give food to others. This is a taboo.
Seeing how nervous she looked, Cen Xijin reached out and tapped the tip of Wang Xiang's nose, jokingly saying: "Girl Xiang, you think too much. Who wants to frame me? What do I have to worry about?" Yes?"
She is just a rough little maid with no rank.
Wang Xiang rubbed his nose, curled his lips and laughed twice in response. She admitted in her heart that this girl was indeed an existence not worthy of being framed by others.
After eating two pieces of snowskin mooncakes, although Wang Xiang's stomach was still growling, she refused to eat any more.
Probably because I'm afraid of gaining weight. Cen Xijin nodded to her clearly.
Seeing Cen Xijin's expression of "You don't need to tell me that I understand everything," Wang Xiang climbed out of bed depressedly and wiped his teeth with green salt again. He thought to himself: Huh, how annoying. I've already washed up long ago!
Cen Xijin followed her shamelessly and rubbed some green salt to wash up. After that, the two girls got into bed cleanly and refreshed in their underwear.
Wang Xiang's eyes were fixed on the half-old gauze curtain that had been folded in the color of lotus root. He smelled the light fragrance of cassia seeds in the pillow and sighed: "Alas."
"Alas." Cen Xijin also sighed.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is indeed the day that most arouses people's feelings of longing. If you have someone to miss, you will miss them, and if you have no one to miss, you will miss your hometown. No wonder so many people have written immortal chapters on this day.
Why is this girl sighing? !
Wang Xiang glared at Cen Xijin angrily. Seeing that the night was too dark, his glare had no effect, so he quietly put his feet into Cen Xijin's warm quilt and touched his legs.
"Hiss... you stinky feet, stretch them back quickly!" Cen Xijin pushed her feet out of the bed, turned her face and shouted, "Hurry, don't take away the heat from my bed!"
"Your bed smells like fart, I don't care about it." His feet were also warm, Wang Xiang retracted his feet with great satisfaction, and he still rolled his eyes and complained.
Cen Xijin sneered and said: "Haha, I don't know who it is, but every morning when I lift the quilt, oh my, the smell makes me sick, tsk tsk tsk..."
Before she finished speaking, she asked Wang Xiang to cover her mouth. After struggling, she heard Wang Xiang say angrily: "It's not as loud as you fart every night!"
After all, Cen Xijin was doing hard work. With a little effort, he broke away from Wang Xiang's hand, covered his nose and sat up. He gave her a disgusted look and said, "It doesn't make a loud fart! Wang Xiang doesn't make a sound!" Xiang, you are so insidious!”
The two of them were flirting with each other, and Si Xi was okay, but Qiu Juan couldn't bear it anymore, so she stuck her head out of the bed and cursed: "Little hooves! Can't you sleep yet?" Go to sleep, it’s not over yet!”
After being scolded, the direct teacher Cen Xijin blushed and stuck out his tongue, and got into bed obediently. He thought about how he was once a people's teacher, but now he is doing these stupid things that only happened in his student days!
Here, although Wang Xiang was also very unconvinced, he still lay down with Cen Xijin, but he was still unwilling to give up.
Cen Xijin smiled gently and murmured in a low voice: "It doesn't matter. She called us little hoofs, which is equivalent to indirectly saying that she is an old beast!" To the old beasts, little hoofs, absolutely, absolutely - huh, huh, After all, she is also a girl with a liberal arts background.
After thinking about these words for a while, Wang Xiang suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched Cen Xijin's cheek, then quickly got into bed and said in a muffled voice: "I can't tell, you are quite smart and quick." .”
Cen Xijin was so naughty by this little girl that he forced his head into Wang Xiang's bed. He looked at the dark and fair girl opposite and said with a smile: "That's right, I can also compose poetry." !”
Wang Xiang was a little surprised at this: "Oh? Although I am not good at composing poetry, I am good at poetry. Come and recite it and I will listen."
"Let's play "Spring Sleepy Awakening". The faint afterglow dyes the buds, and the shadows of butterflies chase flying flowers. I cover my forehead and soak my feet in the green grass pond, and I smile and don't know the butterflies and flowers." This is an arty work she took in the ancient poetry class in college. Son, you can use it to show off.
"...Reluctantly. It's better to do what's appropriate for the time."
"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I will compose "Ode to Osmanthus Flowers."" Cen Xijin put on an old scholar's air, shaking his head and humming in a low voice, "The beauty of the golden autumn has not yet come, and the palace maid Ruizhu is as charming as a picture. . Singing thanks, the wine is fragrant, I lean on the screen and sing the sweet osmanthus on the pillow."
"It's a slap in the face, it makes no sense! It's just a pile of words, I think it's not as good as what I just said!"
This time Cen Xijin was really embarrassed. Well, this was just an improvisation, how could it compare to the first elaborate and elegant work.
"I won't make it difficult for you. Just make another ancient chant." Huh, she expected that this Cen girl would soon be out of food.
"Since it is an ode to ancient times, let me compose a poem called Xi Shi," Cen Xijin cleared his throat and read, "Autumn colors stain thousands of miles, and the powder condenses the fragrance of the sarcophagus. The girl wearing the gauze is still there, and the dust box is flying in the frost."
"Nothing."
"I haven't finished reciting it yet. Ahem - the palace maid is helping her slowly, and the moonlight is shining in the hall. She holds her heart and weeps because of illness, and the tears wet her makeup. If you don't imitate the beauty, how can you add to the ruin of the country? The empty silk silk sings, crossing the stream Langlang!”
After finishing reading, it was quiet for a long time, and then Wang Xiang's faint voice came from the bed: "...it's not bad."
Cen Xijin chuckled happily. Since Wang Xiang said "not bad", then her "Xi Shi" is really good.
only……
The Qiujuan over there was so angry that she threw the pillow next to Sixi over and cursed: "It's late at night! What's dry and wet!"
The bottom of Sixi's head was empty, and then she woke up in a daze, rubbed her eyes, and said, "Um, eh? Where is my pillow..."
"Pfft." Wang Xiang and Cen Xijin looked at each other with stern eyebrows and kept laughing.
