Enough fun, the three of them tacitly understood each other all morning, and no one mentioned it again. Someone in the backyard replied that the pavilion had been packed up and was only for the masters to use.
The mother in charge originally wanted to ask Shen Yuan to go and have a look in person, but the sun was a little bright, so she just looked out the window and refused, asking Feiyue to do it for her. The latter went with her and came back to tell her that in the pavilion. It was "clean and tidy, not a leaf could be seen on the ground, and the tables and chairs were polished brightly."
Before taking a nap, a little maid came downstairs to invite me, and a deliveryman came to the side door. It was Shen Han who sent a package from the northwest, with an autographed letter from home. The recipient was named "Mo Zhangyan". Shen Yuan went there in person, as usual I thanked the courier and came back to open it and read it carefully. The content of the letter was nothing more than a wish for Yuanmei's good health and long life. I also sent two pictures of black foxes that I had hunted for my enjoyment. After Shen Yuan finished reading, he could not help but bend his head. Lip corners.
Shen Han's handwriting is as smooth as the snow flowing wind, but it does not lose strength and muscles, just like the person he is. Shen Yuan has secretly practiced Slim Gold since he was a child, but ever since he saw Shen Han's handwriting, he has been yearning for it and devoted himself to it. She wanted to imitate, but it was difficult to learn the essence, and she was repeatedly dissuaded by Mo Yuanyuan, so she had no choice but to write back to her boudoir daughter's hairpin in small regular script. She carefully collected the many family letters from year to year, and often took them out of the box to look at them. , as a little comfort.
Who said that women must be graceful and quiet when writing? Who said that women must be virtuous and dignified in behavior? Shen Yuan didn't like these words, but he had to obey them as much as possible. He even hid his thoughts carefully and didn't reveal them in front of others easily.
Feiyue opened the package and waited until she put down the letter before asking: "Miss, look, this leather is smooth, thick and warm. Miss, do you want to try it?"
"No need, put it away, don't let it get wet." Shen Yuan had seen it a long time ago. It was an excellent fox fur, just right for making a cloak.
"The general is thousands of miles away, but he still cares about the lady. It's such a deep brotherhood." Feiyue unfolded the leather and gently dusted it, "At first we thought that Mr. Shen and the lady were... well, we are blind, obviously. If you look closely at the two people, they are carved from the same mold."
Shen Yuan put away the letter, poured himself a cup of tea, moistened his throat next to the pillow on the couch, and said calmly: "I don't want to say anything, who would think of going there? Even you can't see through it, let alone others knowing. Already."
"That's the truth. Fortunately, Miss took pity on our stupidity and was afraid that the two ignorant people would make random suspicions, so we broke our hearts for Mr. Li in vain. Only then did we reveal the truth." Feiyue's smile was very gentle.
When night fell, the sky was shining brightly, the stars were shining brightly, and the evening breeze was cool. Shen Yuan thought he had gone out early enough, and didn't want to see Mo Yuanyuan and Sheng Qiuxiao talking to each other as soon as he entered the garden gate. He only found out after asking , the two people arrived with their front and rear feet.
Mo Shangyuan changed into a long gown embroidered with dark purple and gold, and all the accessories were solemn and steady. Sheng Qiu Xiao was the protagonist of this scene, wearing a colorful dress with bright garcinia poplin trim and open collar. Half-sleeved shirt, with a pink peony branch embroidered on the front, a lotus button in the middle, a milky white narrow-sleeved short jacket underneath, and a large skirt with rose foundation and blue and white flowers all over the bottom. A touch of pomegranate red on the waist, and a red and blue two-piece The straps of her skirt were embroidered with pink and blue, and even the cuffs were embroidered with a pink and blue border. She only wore a simple and elegant bun without any extra jewelry. Her makeup was half thick, her eyebrows were slightly drunk, and her deer eyes became increasingly deep. moving.
Lanterns were hung in the garden, rattan tables, chairs and futons were placed in front of the pavilion, and a group of maids and servants were waiting everywhere. As soon as Shen Yuan arrived, Mo Yuanyuan led her to sit down, and Qiu Xiao lowered her eyes and gathered her skirt. Walking gracefully, he knelt on the futon with his skirt slightly lifted, raised his hands and folded them in front of his forehead, bowed deeply to the two of them three times, then stood upright, still keeping his eyes down obediently.
Shen Yuan waved his hand, and Feiyue immediately opened the box on his head and presented it to him. Mo Yuanyuan stood up and stepped forward in person, putting on Qiu Xiao's hairpins one by one, as a sign of adding hairpins. "On the auspicious day of the month, I will start to add Yuan clothes, abandon you. Young ambitions lead to success and virtue. Longevity tests Mianhong to promote good fortune." Mo Zangyuan's voice was gentle and kind, just like Shen Yuan's childhood memories.
"Qiu Xiao, remember, thank you, Madam." Qiu Xiao bowed her head and bowed again, and then thanked Shen Yuan again: "Thank you, Miss, for taking such good care of me." During her movements, she could only hear the rustling of her clothes, but not the jingle of her hairpin ring. If you can get closer and take a closer look, it is not difficult to find that the slender and complicated tassel pendant is not messy at all, sliding up and down along the shiny black hair as if it were one piece.
Shen Yuan leaned in the vine circle and said nothing, and his expression could not be seen clearly in the dark night against the light. "Okay, let's get up." Mo Yuanyuan nodded with satisfaction, making Qiu Xiao stand up, and gave her a little help. A table was set up in the pavilion at the back. Shuizhi sent the girls and servants to carry away the wicker chairs and other things, and served tea and rice with Feiyue. The pavilion was bright, with candlelight shining through the lantern paper. Everyone seemed to be beaming with joy.
Shen Yuan's birthday is on June 24th. When he was fifteen years old, he and Shen Han only recognized each other after the ceremony of getting her hairpin. Although there were no blood-thicker-than-water relatives around, Mo Yuanyuan did not let her get her hairpin. The gift was deserted, and he bought her a set of substantial jewelry at Zhenlong Hall. Later, Shen Han gave her another set of jewelry as a gift for their reunion. Thinking of the past, Shen Yuan quietly sighed with emotion that time has passed. Passing away, I feel a little sad for Xiao Xiao in the autumn.
Others could not notice her emotions. Mo Yuanyuan persuaded Cai as before, and did not forget to tell Qiu Xiao in a gentle voice that she would still dress like this when she performs on stage tomorrow. If others ask in the future, she should say her own. The birthday is on Chinese Valentine's Day. Sure enough, I guessed it right... Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes imperceptibly, lowered his head and plucked rice. Qiu Xiao was the protagonist tonight, she just needed to be quiet and wander.
A few years ago, when Shen Yuan went to give her hairpin ceremony, he gave a similar congratulation. The master of the pavilion personally added hairpins to her, but it was much more dignified and gorgeous, with three clothes and three crowns, exactly. Mo Yuanyuan always said that he had wronged her. , since Mr. Mo Shang died of illness, outsiders have bullied them as orphans and widowed mothers with no one to rely on. Because of the catastrophe in the past, many good old objects in Qifeng's ancestral house were lost, and they were not left to Shen Yuan as a dowry.
Shen Yuan himself doesn't care much about those things, he just thinks that sometimes it is inevitable in fate. If it is destined to be hers, it will come back to her sooner or later, right?
If she really wants to pursue the case, she has been tracing her interesting network, and she has obtained some information one after another, but it is difficult to recover it for a while...
"Yan'er, Yan'er? What's wrong?"
His hand was suddenly shaken, and Shen Yuan came back to his senses. When he looked up, he saw that the master of the pavilion was looking at him with a worried expression, and the same was true for Sheng Qiu Xiao opposite him.