The Jianjia courtyard is still as neat, bright and spotless as it was when I just left. It can be seen that no one here has neglected to clean it because the owner left.
The swing in the yard ripples gently in the autumn wind. Unlike the desolate autumn on the border where only yellow sand can be seen but no yellow flowers, the autumn in Shangjing has a different temperament.
The cinnamon is fragrant and the chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
With this kind of scenery, no matter how many melancholy people say "Autumn has always been a sad and lonely time", some people can't help but recite the sentence "I say autumn is better than spring."
For Zhang Qingjiu, this feeling, this scene, this poem just reflected her state of mind at this time.
Looking at the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums in full bloom in front of him, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but close his eyes and stretched out his hand to let the autumn wind pass through. The thin and soft feeling felt like the gentle swaying of running water or the gentle breeze of blue waves.
"Little miss!" Zidie brought out a plate of snacks from the small kitchen. When she saw the person standing in the middle of the yard, she couldn't wait to rush forward and offered him a treasure: "I've just learned how to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake!"
Zhang Qingjiu opened his eyes and met Zidie's expectant eyes. Although he had just had lunch, he was reluctant to brush off this little girl's thoughts.
Seeing Zhang Qingjiu's slightly moved expression after taking a sip, Zidie raised the corners of her lips, but she was also a little worried, "What do you think, young lady? Does it taste good?"
"Not bad." Zhang Qingjiu nodded, "Sweet but not greasy, as soft as jade, it melts in your mouth, and the taste is just right."
"As long as Miss likes it." Zidi suddenly smiled, but then seemed to think of something, curled her lips and said, "This is what I learned when I came to Xinghualou. I don't know how it happened. How about doing it at Xinghualou?"
The dim sum master suddenly left, and I still have a lot to learn from him. Fortunately, the new one is not a bad guy."
Seeing the depressed and confused look on Zidie's face, Zhang Qingjiu twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling somewhat guilty for no reason.
Could it be that she wanted to tell Zidie that the master of Xinghualou was taken to the border by Chu Lan?
"Go and have a look in a few days. Maybe he will come back." Zhang Qingjiu finished the pastry in his hand and took another piece.
"Really?" Zidie was startled at first, then ecstatically said, "That's great. I picked a lot of locust flowers there, and the locust nectar he makes is amazing. I'll go and have a look tomorrow!"
"Okay." Seeing how cheerful she was, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but smile and nod, but...
"Wait a minute, you just said you picked locust flowers?"
"yes!"
"Where did you pick it?"
"The back garden!"
"What about this osmanthus?"
"It's also the back garden!"
Zidie smiled brightly and said, "Miss, since you are not here, I thought it would be a pity to thank them, so I took them all off."
Thanks, what a pity, I picked them all...
Such a familiar scene, Zhang Qingjiu took a deep breath, and I really thanked him.
Zidie, you are such a delicate little girl, when will you learn not to destroy flowers with your hands?
"Little miss, did I do a good job?" Zidie was completely silent in her own happiness, unaware that the people beside her had mixed feelings.
Zhang Qingjiu took a deep breath and resisted the urge to mess up in the wind. "Yes, you did a good job. Don't do it next time."
Once again, I wonder if the flowers and plants she brought back from the Prince's Mansion will still see the sun next year.
That night, Zhang Qingjiu had just finished washing and dressing up when he heard Wei Feng's voice coming from the yard. He immediately opened the door and said, "Fengfeng, you came just in time. I was just thinking about going to find you."
Looking at her daughter who was smiling happily in front of her, Wei Feng shook her head, stepped forward and took the handkerchief that Yunque had prepared, "Why did you come out while wearing your middle coat? Come in quickly."
It's already the end of August, and this girl really doesn't know how to cherish her body.
"It's not like I haven't seen you for a day, just like three autumns, I can't wait to come." Zhang Qingjiu grabbed Wei Feng's arm.
Wei Feng was stunned for a moment, dumbfounded and said: "You'd better say this to His Highness the Crown Prince."
As he spoke, he pulled her to sit on the imperial concubine's couch, and took a handkerchief to gently dry Zhang Qingjiu's half-dried hair.
One year and one time, eight months later, her hair has also grown a little. Originally it was not even reaching her waist, but now it is just right.
Feeling Wei Feng's soft fingers running through the ends of his hair from time to time, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but narrowed his eyes in comfort, "He has listened too much."
Wei Feng paused his fingers slightly and shook his head helplessly.
If it were in the past, she might have warned girls not to reveal their feelings so easily. There is a saying that goes like this: "A man's tardiness can be escaped, but a woman's tardiness cannot be revealed."
But at this point today, if she said such words again, it would seem extremely redundant.
And now she has discovered that when this little girl and His Highness the Crown Prince talk about certain things, they are almost on the same journey.
After all, who would have thought that the prince, who seemed to be indifferent and cold-hearted, would say that he would only marry one person in his life, and only want one person?
"There are so many people today, so I didn't ask you, what have you been doing in the past eight months?" As Zhang Qingjiu's hair was dried, Wei Feng took the comb from the side and arranged it for her strand by strand.
Zhang Qingjiu's eyes flashed, "It's just like what Chu Lan said."
Wei Feng pointed her finger, a flash of loneliness flashed in her eyes, and finally she snorted, "Are you still lying to me?"
Zhang Qingjiu knew that Wei Feng would not believe this sentence, and Wei Feng also knew that this sentence was not true.
As Wei Feng's words fell, the room gradually fell into silence.
After combing the last strand of hair, Wei Feng breathed out lightly, "That's all, if you don't want to say it, just don't say it."
Once upon a time, her initial doubt of "What on earth did Xiaojiu go to" turned into "As long as she returns safely".
Now that her wish has been fulfilled, there is no barrier between Chu Lan and her, which is enough for her.
Zhang Qingjiu frowned and finally said, "Actually, it's not impossible to say that I actually returned to Penglai."
"Penglai?" Wei Feng was shocked, "That place you went to back then? Why did you suddenly go there?"
"Go back and receive some inheritance." Zhang Qingjiu said.
"What inheritance?" Wei Feng became inexplicably nervous.
"Don't worry about this Fengfeng." Zhang Qingjiu smiled slightly and turned to face Wei Feng, "It's nothing bad anyway, but I have good news to tell you."
She couldn't let Wei Feng know what happened in Penglai, but she couldn't help but care about a mother's love for her daughter.
"What good news?" Wei Feng frowned.
Is there anything more joyful than her safe return?
"I found Honghong." Zhang Qingjiu curled his lips.
"Yeah." Wei Feng responded casually, but found that he couldn't remember anyone with red and green colors, "Who?"
"Wei Tunan, your brother, my uncle, he is not dead."