The capital is known as the most prosperous and prosperous place.
Silks from the south, gems from the west, corals from the east sea, and furs from the north are all gathered here.
The street was very lively, and the boy who delivered the letter shuttled among the crowd, and soon arrived in front of the Ming Mansion and handed the letter to the butler.
Small couch boudoir, bead curtains and green curtains.
Two women sit opposite each other, one with a ruffled skirt and almond-shaped eyes, the other with a blue dress and a smile on her lips.
The woman in the Zhu skirt joked: "Master Xie is really perseverant. Isn't Sister Mingshi tempted yet?"
Ming Shi chuckled, looking at the familiar handwriting on the envelope, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Although he is a bit reckless and frivolous, there is one good thing about him. He can go out and see a lot of interesting things."
"Sister, do you want to go to the capital?" the woman in the red skirt asked.
"You don't want to go out?" Ming Shi raised her eyes and smiled sweetly, "With your temperament, Su Yiyi, if you don't have a family to take care of you, I'm afraid you would have flown out long ago."
Su Yiyi's pretty face turned red and she said coquettishly: "Sister, you're talking nonsense. I'm very well-behaved. Look, where is he this time?"
Ming Shi shook his head in a funny way, and opened the letter as he spoke. He could feel that the letter this time was very thin, "It seems that he is very boring these days, and he usually has to write a thick stack."
She unfolded the letter in her hand and looked at it. Her face was a little stunned. She calmed down and then replied: "He is in Zhengxing Mansion."
"Qianzhou? Wasn't there a drought and locust plague there before? What's there to do?"
"I'm going to meet his former classmate," Ming Shi bit his lip, handed the letter over and said, "But this time I can't understand it. Look."
"Three autumns hate the old, three springs complain about the illness and wine in the three springs, one life harms the whole life..." Su Yiyi read carefully, and she felt some unforgettable longing from it. The resentment and sadness jumped out of the paper, and she couldn't help but say:
"I used to think that he was playing around with his sister, but I never thought that he was so sad in his heart? But this poem is very different from the past, and it doesn't look like he can write it."
Ming Shi's eyes moved slightly, and he also had doubts in his heart: "Not only does this poem not look like what he wrote, but this letter also only has a few words. Could it be that... something happened to him?"
Su Yiyi thought of Xie Zhiyuan's temper, and suddenly regained some clarity: "Maybe he is playing tricks, he returned the 'Qing Qing Nong Nong' last time. Besides, he is Lord Xie's only son, how could the Qianzhou officials allow it?"
Something happened to him in his own territory. I think he probably got help from an expert and took a wrong approach to deliberately attract your attention, sister."
Ming Shi thought about it and felt that it made sense. He nodded slowly and said, "I hope it's as you said."
Su Yiyi approached playfully and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Is sister really worried about him?"
Ming Shi's face turned red and he quickly put away the letter, "No way, it's just a pity that I didn't see anything interesting. Oh, let's not talk about it. Yesterday I sent some pieces of Jiangnan silk and satin. Come and have a look. If
If you like it, take it back..."
......
"No reply, it's been more than a month, and she still hasn't replied!"
Xie Zhiyuan beat his chest and feet, his eyes were full of resentment, and he sat slumped on the bamboo platform in the courtyard, looking as if he was hopeless.
Cheng Cheng glanced at him speechlessly, "Have they ever responded to you? Just get used to it. Leave quickly and don't disturb us while we study."
"How can it be the same!" Xie Zhiyuan shouted worriedly: "The letter I wrote last time was like a farewell letter. What if Miss Ming takes it seriously?"
In fact, he regretted the last letter just after he sent it, but he had no other choice but to give it a try. Who would have known that the result would still be the same.
Chen Ping looked at Xie Zhiyuan's dark circles and couldn't help but shake his head. He is really an infatuated person.
Sure enough, only the word love in the world is the most tormenting.
After getting along with each other for more than a month, I can feel that Xie Zhiyuan is a straightforward person with a clear distinction between love and hate. He usually does not put on airs and comes to Zhuyuan to chat with Chen Ping almost every day.
Now that we are friends, we should help. Although I have no practical experience, I still have some information on paper.
Chen Ping put down the book in his hand and walked out of the room, "Thank you, senior brother, for not panicking! The time is just right, I can write my second letter today."
As soon as these words came out, the two people on the bamboo platform immediately sat upright.
"What are you writing this time?" Cheng Cheng asked with interest.
"Let's read your book. I didn't see you so active when I was practicing calligraphy just now," Xie Zhiyuan happily began to study ink.
"Senior brother Xie and Miss Na Ming have been communicating with each other for a long time. This method is a little off-the-wall and cannot be easily used by others." Chen Ping said this to Cheng Cheng.
Xie Zhiyuan was very proud, "Did you hear that? This is the method that can only be used between me and Miss Ming!"
"What are you talking about?" Cheng Cheng curled his lips with a look of disdain.
But his ears perked up. What if he might need it later?
"We have laid the groundwork last time, let's add fire this time." Chen Ping grinned meaningfully.
Xie Zhiyuan was not aware of the sharpness, and with a solemn expression, he laid out the rice paper and got ready.
"I'd like to say hello first and then write..." Chen Ping thought for a moment, "It's been two years since I left Beijing and I haven't been able to see the girl again. I miss her very much."
Xie Zhiyuan nodded and started writing.
"When I came to Qianzhou last month, it happened to be the seventh day of July. The streets of Zhengxingfu were very busy. People were in pairs, but I was alone. I couldn't help but think of the scene when I first saw you. It was like a dream, and now it's so big
The dream will wake up..."
Xie Zhiyuan stopped moving and said, "Isn't that right? It sounds like we are about to separate."
Cheng Cheng sat cross-legged by the bamboo platform and felt a little strange, "Junior brother, wasn't there a locust plague when the Seventh Sister gave birth..."
"Listen to me, just write like this." Chen Ping said calmly: "Continue! Recalling the girl's beauty, I can't hide my emotions. Every time under the moon, I am at a loss and don't know where I am going. I am a guest in a foreign country, and I don't know when I can return to the capital. I can only wish the girl well."
"Then what?" Xie Zhiyuan asked after finishing writing.
Cheng Cheng tasted it carefully. Although the words and sentences were ordinary, they gave people an inexplicable sadness for some reason.
"No more."
"No more?!" the two said in unison, "That's it?"
"Just express yourself clearly." Chen Ping looked at the letter and said, "If you think it's not enough, just add another sentence: Everything is fine with me in Qianzhou, don't think about it."
Cheng Cheng was greatly puzzled, "Junior brother, what is the purpose of these words?"
Chen Ping smiled, raised his eyebrows and said: "If you want to capture him, you will let him go."
The two shook their heads and still didn't understand.
"For example, your father always urges you to study very strictly, hoping that one day you will be able to win the gold medal. Suddenly one day, your temperament changes drastically, and he tells you to do whatever you want to do and live well, and don't be too nervous. I miss him. What will you think at this time?" Chen Ping could only give an example.
The two people took a breath and their eyes immediately changed.
"If that's the case," Xie Zhiyuan murmured, "then something must have happened to my dad."
Cheng Cheng's tone was complicated, "If this happens, the other party will definitely be worried, and maybe they will come and ask?"
Chen Ping smiled and said, "A child can be taught. This is called creating an atmosphere."
Xie Zhiyuan finally understood, gave Chen Ping a thumbs up and patted Chen Ping hard.
"Good brother, I knew you must have a way, you are indeed very cunning!"
Chen Ping was speechless. Let’s just say, can we use some positive words to praise people?
Cheng Cheng was muttering to himself.
"Routines, they are all routines."
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