"If you have nothing else to do, Your Majesty, please come back." A certain little woman felt uncomfortable and directly issued an eviction order without giving Song Hanzhuo any face.
The servants of Bie Yi Pavilion all took a breath of cold air. Song Hanzhuo was wearing a butterfly mask, which originally gave people a deep feeling. Now he was exuding a violent aura, which scared the servants of Bie Yi Pavilion and did not even dare to express their anger.
, Qingruo on the side gently pulled Ye Fuxun's sleeves, motioning her to walk down the steps to Song Han. Ye Fuxun glanced lightly, bent down and picked up Xiao Ruosu and walked into the inner room. Ye Fuxun swore
She would never live like that for a man again in this life, and at the worst possible outcome, she would divorce. Anyway, she had her own fiefdom, so she didn't have to worry about having no place to go, but unexpectedly her words came true.
Due to the death of the late emperor, the New Year's Eve atmosphere in the entire capital was not very lively. The atmosphere in the Ziling Palace was very depressed because the two masters seemed to be at odds. On New Year's Eve, Ye Fuxun sat in the courtyard of Bieyige, thinking about her and Ye Ye last year.
Yi Li and Princess Wen Yan Ling'an were playing around, and the people around them left one after another. Qing Ruo and several maids accompanied Xiao Ruosu, playing with fireworks sticks.
"Mother, come here and play with Su'er." Xiao Ruosu ran over with a firework stick, her red face full of joy. A child's happiness is so simple, a firework stick can make her happy for a long time.
, Qing Hua was afraid that she would disturb Ye Fuxun, so he hurriedly stepped forward and took her hand, coaxing, "Little princess, can the slaves play with you?"
Xiao Ruosu's face fell, and she looked at Ye Fuxun with her big clear eyes, "Mother Concubine..."
Ye Fuxun smiled and took the fireworks stick from Xiao Ruosu's hand, "Let's go, my concubine will accompany you to play." The burning fireworks sticks were like stars in the sky, making Bieyige fall into a state of joy for a moment.
In the middle, a slender figure stood outside the wall of Bieyi Pavilion. Hearing the laughter in the courtyard, the face under the mask couldn't help but soften, and his thin lips were slightly raised.
"Miss, it's so late, you still want to go out?" After Qing Ruo coaxed Xiao Ruosu, who was tired from playing, to sleep, she saw Ye Fuxun dressed in men's clothes and was about to go out, and couldn't help but frown and asked.
"Go to Mingyue Pavilion." Ye Fuxun picked up the folding fan on the table and said, "There is no need to call Qingyun, and there is no need for her to follow you today."
"Princess, how can you do it without Qingyun? I will call her right now."
"With Biluo, nothing will happen to her. Let her have a good rest." After saying this, Ye Fuxun walked out without looking back and went straight to Mingyue Pavilion from the back door.
The Mingyue Pavilion was brightly lit, and Mother Wang was celebrating with everyone in the Mingyue Pavilion. When she heard a movement at the door, the maid on the side thought it was a guest and shouted, "If you are celebrating the New Year, Mingyue Pavilion will not welcome guests. Please come back after the New Year."
"It's me."
A slightly cold voice came, and everyone was stunned. When they opened the door, they saw Ye Fuxun standing at the door in handsome men's clothing, smiling at everyone, "What? You don't want to accept my business?"
"Oh, my dear young master, how can I dare to do this?" Mother Wang put a bright red flower on her head and smiled as flatteringly as ever. The wrinkles on her face became much deeper and the powder on her face fell off.
fall down.
"This is quite lively." Ye Fuxun closed his folding fan, lifted up his robe and sat on the table. He reached out and picked up a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth. He said with appreciation, "It tastes good."
No one expected that Ye Fuxun would come to Mingyue Pavilion on New Year's Eve. He shouldn't be in Prince Ziling's Mansion at this time, so why would he come to Mingyue Pavilion?
"Where's Ayan?"
"Oh, Miss Wen Yan felt unwell after dinner and went back to her room first." Mother Wang said. Could it be that the newly promoted Princess Zi Ling came to see the little ancestor upstairs?
Ye Fuxun drank another glass of wine, "You guys continue playing, I'll go see Ayan." After saying that, he got up and went to the second floor. Everyone looked at each other. This Princess Ziling was really very nice to Miss Wen Yan.
On New Year's Eve, he abandoned King Zi Ling to find Miss Wen Yan.
Ye Fuxun felt familiar with the door and opened the door. Before he entered, he heard someone in the room say, "It's the Chinese New Year. How come Princess Ziling has time to come to this small Mingyue Pavilion?"
Ye Fuxun raised her eyebrows and saw that the person who was unwell according to Wang's mother was making tea. She played with the folding fan and walked in. "It's not that I can't let you go, Ayan." She sat down beside Wen Yan without any courtesy and did nothing.
He poured a cup of tea and said, "Ayan, you don't want to drink anymore? It's time to practice your health and drink tea?"
"Have a drink and enjoy yourself." Wen Yan glanced at Ye Fuxun, who was a little different from usual, and asked, "Did you have a quarrel with your prince?"
Ye Fuxun paused his hands slightly, the tea in his mouth became more bitter, and his red lips parted slightly, "No."
Wen Yan sneered and didn't bother to ask too much. In her eyes, Ye Fuxun was a sultry type. If he said he didn't have it, it meant that he probably had it. If he said he didn't want it, he thought in his heart.
Going crazy.
The atmosphere between the two of them was a bit awkward. In order not to be so silent, Ye Fuxun suddenly said, "You ruined my good Lihua Zui last time. Tell me how you plan to compensate me?"
"No way, you woman, I've been drunk with you for a few times and you still ask me to pay for it? Am I still your best friend? Your good friend?" Wen Yan almost lost the precious purple sand with a shake of his hand.
The pot was broken.
My good friend Ye Fuxun understands, but what does best friend mean? The good boy asked if he didn't understand, so he asked, "What is best friend?"
"He's a close friend in the boudoir." Wen Yan explained.
"Oh." Ye Fuxun suddenly realized, and then said, "Brother, let's settle the score tomorrow. I will ask Mother Wang to deduct it from your monthly silver."
Wen Yan drank the tea in his hand. The more money you have, the more money you get. Your majestic Princess Zi Ling still needs this urgent bottle of wine.
"Iron cock..." Wen Yan muttered in a low voice. Ye Fuxun's ears were very good, so he naturally heard it, but if she let her talk, she wouldn't lose a piece of meat.
"I've drank the tea and it's late at night. Can Princess Ziling say goodbye now?" Wen Yan yawned delicately, looking at the still energetic Ye Fuxun who showed no sign of leaving.
"I'll sleep with you in Mingyue Pavilion tonight." After saying that, Ye Fuxun took off his shoes and undress and lay down on Wen Yan's bed, then closed the door to rest.
"Hey..." Wen Yan stretched out his hand and pushed her and said, "The bed in Prince Ziling's Mansion is not enough for you to sleep on. Why did you come to me? My place has almost become your inn. Every time you are in a bad mood, you will
Everyone come running."
Ye Fuxun turned over and fell asleep. Wen Yan couldn't stand it anymore, "Ah Xun, you are a princess-level figure after all. Can you please pay attention to your image?"
"What kind of image do you need here?" As he spoke, Ye Fuxun rolled over and wrinkled the quilt and sheets. Wen Yan was too lazy to pay attention to this woman who ran away from home in anger, "At least take off your clothes."
Go to sleep again."
Ye Fuxun slept until dawn. He touched around him and found no one. He opened the bed curtain, put on his shoes and got out of bed. There was a warm stove burning in the room. He took off his clothes from the screen and put them on his body. He opened the window.
, and saw a snow-white world. This was the maid from Mingyue Pavilion who opened the door and came in. She put the steaming basin on the shelf and said, "Princess..."
"Call me Young Master Chong here." Ye Fuxun took the hot towel and wiped his face and said. The maid immediately changed her words, "Young Master Chong, I will take note of it."
After washing, Ye Fuxun asked, "Where is Ayan?"
"Miss Wen Yan got up early in the morning and is probably enjoying the snow in the backyard right now."
"Mr. Zhong, Prince Ziling's Mansion has sent someone to look for you." The little maid next to Wang's mother ran over to send a message. Ye Fuxun let the maid give him a beautiful hairpin and said calmly, "Let them go back.
, I just want to reminisce about the past with Miss Wen Yan, so there is no need to look for me." Now Ye Fuxun just doesn't want to go back to Prince Ziling's Mansion. That palace has become not only a name and a plaque, but also the people inside.
There is a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth. Wen Yan is dressed in a red dress. Her thin waist is tied with a cloud belt, which shows that she is not full. There is a seven-treasure coral hairpin in her hair, which makes her face look like a hibiscus. Her face is extremely gorgeous.
Her black hair was combed into a gorgeous bun, with a gorgeous and graceful appearance. The pearl the size of her little finger was as bright as snow, with stars twinkling in her hair. A fine guqin was placed in front of her, and a purple clay pot was boiling on the low table next to her.
, the steam made the lid of the pot whistle, and white smoke was rising from the exquisite tea set. This woman would also enjoy it.
The plum blossoms in the yard have already bloomed, and they are in full bloom, which matches the clothes Wen Yan is wearing today. Because it is the mourning period, the whole country cannot be too lively, so wear plain clothes as much as possible. Unexpectedly, this woman Wen Yan
Wearing a bright red dress, she walked over, folded a red plum and put it on the table, "You don't know that it's a mourning period recently, so you can't wear too bright colors."
"So what?"
"I always play with the guqin. I have never seen it played before. Let's play a piece today." Ye Fuxun sat opposite Wen Yan and looked at Wen Yan with a pair of cunning and clean eyes. She was very curious. How warm is the end?
Can you play the guzheng?
"Want to listen?" Wen Yansu put her hands on the strings and fiddled with them gently. A crisp sound came to Ye Fuxun's ears, and a series of crisp piano sounds came to mind again. The jade hands gently
Picking up the silver strings and playing the guqin with both hands, the sound was pleasant and rhythmic, just like the sound of nature. The rhythm was sometimes cheerful and heavy. When the girls in the room upstairs heard the music, they popped their heads out of the window one after another. Ye Fuxun
At first she sat aside and listened quietly, but suddenly she stood up and began to dance to the music. She wore a green smoked sweater, a pleated skirt with scattered flowers, mist and green grass, and a thin veil of green water. Her shoulders looked like they were cut into pieces.
Her waist is as plain as a button, her muscles are as thick as fat, and her air is as blue as blue. She is boneless and charming. Like a touch of green on the earth, full of vitality and hope.