The delivery man in Mo Jingcheng was very quick on his feet. As soon as Lengxiang Pavilion was unlocked early in the morning, letters from a thousand miles away were delivered through the back door.
The ruler is thin, except for a light brown eagle feather carefully inserted into the seal. It is as tall and straight as the handwriting. Snow has fallen in the capital, and the letter from the young general in the northwest is just in time, stained with thin but refreshing colors. A slight chill.
Sandalwood flies among the misty clouds, and every word conveys longing across the mountains and seas. The oiran strokes the pipa, and the jingling bullets fall into the frost and snow. In a trance, he sees his brother Xiaoxiao covered in white under the moonlight, holding a sword to break the edge, and waving his hand to split the fog. That blue-white sword The earrings were wrapped by her own hands, and the jade was broken into pieces.
The maid said, "There is nothing more reassuring than a letter from the general saying he is safe."
Shen Yuan smiled, feeling secretly happy in her heart. She had seen Wuling young and wild, with silver saddles and white horses riding in the spring breeze. They could drink from the edge of the West Market to the east of the city, and then ride along the wall of the Silent Palace. The curfew drum was heavy and far away. But I couldn't catch up with them. They galloped into the gentle land that never sleeps, looking for a place where the fragrance of wine overflows.
We are both young and from aristocratic families, which one is as good as their Shen family son?
"Does this need to be said? However, with my brother's good skills, even if there is no news, I know that nothing will happen to him." Shen Yuan carefully put away the letter, his tone full of undisguised pride.
She read the letter and said, "Long live the emperor. He is coming from all directions. Snow has already fallen in the northwest. He still has to patrol day and night. He has to do everything personally. The wind, frost, and sword are forcing each other. It is really miserable."
Shen Yuan knew that Shen Han was not afraid of suffering people, he only liked to pretend to complain in front of his relatives and talk to relieve his boredom.
Half of the poems have been played, and the memories as thin as a mirror, a flower in the water, and the moon have come to an end.
She knew that there was going to be a big banquet in the capital, and she saw that the police officer's eyes widened day after day, watching all kinds of people coming and going for fear of causing chaos. She didn't know that everyone only loved warm hibiscus in gold bottles and jade bowls, and their sleeves were ruffled after three rounds of drinking. Ivory chopsticks.
Speaking of that conscientious police officer, Shen Yuan also recognizes him. His surname is Yuan. His expression is as cold as the stars and the moon, and his official uniform is neat and spotless. The fragrance of plum blossoms and sandalwood lingers in the nose, and the spring breeze blows inside and outside the building. The cold-scented oiran suddenly seems to have a bad taste. I wonder if Mr. Yuan was still patrolling at night when the snow fell, and his shoulders were covered with snowflakes.
"It's rare that the weather is nice. Let's go out for a walk and enjoy the popularity."
She bypassed the Qin Pavilion, which was full of singing and dancing, and went straight upstairs. It was still early, there were few guests, and the coldness brought by the falling snow in the air had almost dissipated, leaving only mottled traces of moisture on the road. The oiran was leaning on the railing in his robe, just in front of Shangyuan. The Sheriff and his soldiers passed by. The beauty agreed from afar, as if inviting him to come up and have a drink with her. He actually stared at her for a moment without saying a word, turned around and continued to move forward.
The courtesan Lengxiang smiled slyly, as if she had caught a glimpse of something interesting.
"Sister, why are you so happy?"
This scene was captured again by Sheng Qiuxiao and came into view.
The harp player in the building was plucking the strings, covering the conversation between the two women with a veil. The oiran pursed his lips and was not in a hurry to answer. He looked back and looked at Qiu Xiao's appearance carefully. He hadn't seen her for three or two days, and Qiu Xiao's natural carvings were charming. , the pupils of the eyes become clearer and brighter, reflecting the beauty of Chanjuan, and the lips turn red without the elixir on them.
With the name of Oiran on his back, he knows that there are countless beauties emerging one after another. It is no wonder that Sheng's body is strong. How can he be compared to his own frail body?
The sound of the piano sounded like a pause on the stage. Shen Yuan turned around and sat down and said with a smile: "How can I be happy? I saw an acquaintance. Maybe they thought I was a stranger. If I take one more look, I will be annoyed."
"You really don't know the pearls," Qiu Xiao replied brilliantly, "The courtesan sister gave me a green eye, and many people still can't ask for it."
The oiran shook his head and said that the acquaintance looked like a common man in life, but his temperament was always noble, like a phoenix in the sky. He would not live unless it was a parasol tree, and he would not drink from a sweet spring. But what about himself? But he has been obsessed with Ruanhong Qianzhang for several years, how can he do it? It's not funny to compare them.
"So, that's a good one." Qiu Xiao pondered for a moment and said seriously.
Before the echo fell, there was another round of flying flowers on the stage, whirling and whirling towards the west wind. Qiu Xiao's confusion was evident on her face, and her eyes were filled with confusion as to why this music was being played. The little pavilion master just lowered his head. After drinking tea, he said calmly after half the cup was empty. There was no one around him at this time, and if he didn't add some delicate and artificial tone, he could spare his ears.
The piano player didn't hear the conversation upstairs, and the wind came out from under his fingers. Every sound struck the world, and every wave of smoke turned into wind and flowed away.
Qiu Xiao was in good condition. She said that she would sit with the oiran for a while, and then go to practice singing and dancing after Liao Chen had packed up. The winter solstice was approaching, and it was Cangwu's big day. Liao Chen, who was about to take the stage, was undoubtedly in good luck. It's not that Shen Yuan deliberately chose them, it's just that the right time, place and people came together, and they just happened to be among them.
At this juncture, Shen Yuan didn't want anything to go wrong, so that she could see with her own eyes that her wishes were fulfilled and her hard work was rewarded.
She is a small pavilion master, sitting on wealth and honor, and does not lack the excitement that a low-talented Liaochen can bring. She just wants to promote something new with her own hands. Time in Lengxiang Pavilion is eternal than outside. Just like the long three thousand years since the dawn of Hongmeng, the phoenix has enjoyed eternal life. It is tired of washing the moon and singing the kite, tired of watching the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and its enthusiasm has long been worn away.
Shen Yuan only has a short life to live, but he is like being imprisoned in a huge cage, so he must find something to think about for himself, whether it is belief in the distant clock pan or thinking about the wind and moon in the mortal world, it is all good.
As long as love or faith is still there, time cannot numb her and support her. Once the yellow beam passes, the big dream will have its traces.
However, all the good luck went to Liao Chen, which made the court lady look a little unlucky. Sheng Qiuxiao had just left, and in the blink of an eye, the boy at the back door came to report that a young woman named Sheng was looking for her. Come here and keep claiming that you want to find a relative.
"Sheng?"
As the word rolled between his teeth, the oiran knew that he would have no time to spare today, so he secretly sighed that it was just the right time for Qiu Xiao to leave.
As soon as Li Daitao was stunned and the annoying family member had been sent away, why did someone named Sheng come to the door again, or some kind of little woman? Shen Yuan couldn't bear to worry about it anymore, so he simply asked his subordinates to pass the news to Mo Go to Mrs. Zhang's place to figure out how to deal with it, and just listen to the excitement.
The oiran thought it was another quarrel with a shrew, but didn't want to see the visitor this time, only to find out that he was very reserved. Shen Yuan hid behind the screen and heard the young woman calling herself Qiu Yun, and she was Qiu Xiao's biological sister. I got married a few years ago, so I heard about my mother's family's affairs, but I didn't dare to go back and ask. After several inquiries, I found Lengxiang Pavilion.
Sheng Qiujun is dressed as a peasant woman, and her clothes are 60 to 70% old. When she stands, her back is slightly curved, and her eyebrows are indeed somewhat similar to Qiu Xiao. However, after years of hard work, they have been eroded to a withered and yellow color. Only a pair of eyes are still bright and preserved. Put on a little sparkle.
Mrs. Mo Zhang asked her why she came, but Qiu Yun was only obedient and couldn't explain. Finally, a few tears dropped from the corners of her eyes, saying that she didn't dare to think about anything else but just wanted to see her sister.