Volume 1: Painting Spring Chapter 35: Misunderstanding
When Yueying entered the house holding a small box, Qingxi was writing something in the study.
"Girl, this is what the young master sent. It is said to be a wedding gift from Mr. Su Jiang to you, and here is a letter." Yueying said as she carefully placed the small wooden box on the desk.
Qingxi immediately put down the pen in his hand and looked at the small box. "This is the wooden box that my grandfather personally made with my brother and me when I was a child in Sujiang. My grandfather regarded this as a gift." She smiled.
He stood up, took the box, and looked carefully up and down, left and right: "It's not too damaged. It shows that my grandfather has taken good care of it over the years."
As she spoke, she gently opened the box, and there were three things placed in the small space: an embroidered handkerchief, a baby bellyband, and a dried magnolia flower.
She picked up the embroidered handkerchief and touched it gently. As soon as she saw the embroidery pattern, she knew that every stitch and every stitch was the deep affection of her grandmother. Her eyes moved to focus on the pink bellyband, and she smiled at the corner of her mouth.
Yueying came up and pressed the bellyband and teased: "Don't you want to have a grandson so soon?"
Qingxi rolled her eyes at her, "That's what I wore when I was a child. My grandmother said she would always keep it. She once joked that it would be used as a dowry when I got married, but I never thought that she would actually give it to me."
And the Xinyi flower next to it should be their deepest wish for themselves!
"I know the story of the Xinyi flower. I heard it from a girl." Yueying pointed at the dried flower and said.
Qingxi smiled and nodded, her eyes once again stopping and staring at these objects that were inconspicuous to others, but extremely precious to her. Her heart was filled with emotion and longing, and her eyes turned red unknowingly.
Yueying saw how quickly she sat down and handed her two letters with a smile: "Here are the letters from the young master. Take a look."
"Letter?" Qingxi wondered: "Is Dali Temple very leisurely? What letter did he write to me?" She said as she took the bulging envelope: "And he wrote so much..."
She unfolded the letter and what she saw was: My sister: Read the following text with caution.
She sighed and cursed in her heart: Then write it to me. With such a mood of complaining about her brother, she began to read the letter word for word.
Yueying looked at her frown, her expression gradually became serious, and she quickly asked: "What's wrong? The young master is competing with you again?"
Qingxi shook his head and said nothing. He turned over a page and continued reading. The corners of his mouth began to rise slightly again, revealing a warm smile. Then he unfolded the remaining thick paper and laid it out, and a painting appeared in front of him.
Yueying took two steps forward, her eyes shining: "This is?"
In the painting, there are rolling mountains in the distance, fireworks in the city and streets nearby, white clouds floating in the sky, and the round sun shining on the grass.
"This is Beisu. My brother said that Brother Zeng wrote him a letter. This painting was included in the letter. He said that he painted it himself and gave it to me as a gift. Although his painting skills are not good, it can still be a feast for my eyes. I will take it as a gift.
A trip to the north."
"Major General Zeng is so thoughtful. Beisu is also quite beautiful!" Yueying was also completely attracted by the scenery in the painting.
"Yes! The beauty is so desolate and lonely." Qingxi praised.
She looked at the painting carefully, then forgot about the small wooden box at hand, and then looked at her brother's letter, and her tears condensed into one place again. How lucky and happy she was to be surrounded by the warmth of so much friendship in this world. She
Holding the embroidered handkerchief given by her grandmother, she was reluctant to wipe her tears with it, and touched it with great care.
Such a happy self should not be too demanding and harsh on people and things. She also needs more help and tolerance when it comes to herself and others. Then, she does not need to care about the other thing mentioned in her brother's letter. With that time
Worrying about such things, it would be better to think about how to go back to Sujiang to visit her grandparents. She thought so.
Outside the study, Xiao Yizheng stood quietly. When he walked in, he happened to watch her unfold the painting. Hearing the origin of the painting, he saw her cherishing the square embroidered handkerchief and shedding tears. The image of her outside Shangdu City immediately appeared in front of his eyes.
The scene of sending Zeng Qidao away. Was the embroidered handkerchief in her hand now the one given to her by Zeng Qidao that day? Are the tears at this moment because of longing or regret? He lowered his head slightly, feeling a little depressed in his heart, which was not what he felt.
At this time, another female official noticed that the prince was coming. She was about to salute, but he stopped her with her eyes. He waved and asked her to follow him quietly out of Chaolan Garden. "Don't tell the princess that I have been here."
He ordered in a low voice, turned and left.
After returning to Zhengzeyuan, Xiao Yizheng went back to the study alone. He heard from Meng Lai that news had just come out from the Prince's Mansion that the Crown Princess was happy and asked if the Prince's Mansion needed to prepare a gift to congratulate her.
Hearing the news, he was naturally happy for the third brother. "I just met the third brother today, but I didn't even hear about it."
"The imperial physician also just left the Prince's Mansion."
Xiao Yizheng glanced at Tingmeng: "Then you know? Your information is better than mine."
Ting Meng heard the words and knelt down in a hurry: "Ting Meng is overstepping her bounds. It's just that the female official in the palace went out to do business today and met the chamberlain who was delivering the message in the palace, so she came back and told me. Although this good news should be known to everyone in the palace at this moment, but
The prince said this, and I knew I was wrong after listening to my dream."
Xiao Yizheng stepped forward to help her up, and lowered his voice and said: "Tingmeng. I don't blame you. I don't know as much about the etiquette and rules in the palace as you do. Although I don't want to get involved in complicated and complicated things, in Shangdu
But it can't be avoided. As you said, the news of the Crown Princess's happiness has just been confirmed. It hasn't been announced in the palace yet, but I, Prince Heng, know about it so quickly. Do you think it's appropriate?"
"I heard that I was wrong!"
"No, listen to the dream, you may not know what is wrong."
Ting Meng raised his head and looked at Xiao Yizheng doubtfully.
"The mistake is: don't pay attention to some things from the beginning." Xiao Yizheng said seriously: "No matter why, don't pay attention to it and live your life well."
Listening to the dream, I was stunned.
"The news will be spread in the palace tomorrow. You can ask the princess how to do it."
After hearing the dream, she suddenly lost consciousness and said respectfully, "Yes." After saying that, she stepped back one step at a time.
Xiao Yizheng watched Tingmeng exit, raised his hand and frowned, feeling a little tired. After sitting for a while, he stood up and took out a box from the square of the bookshelf, and took out an embroidered handkerchief. This square embroidered handkerchief was exactly
That day on Baoding Mountain, he asked Qingxi for the embroidered handkerchief. The Xinyi flower pattern in the corner was damaged and threadless. He looked at it for a while and felt that it was time to return the square embroidered handkerchief to her tonight.
Just as he was thinking this, Yueying's cry for permission came from outside the study.
He placed the embroidered handkerchief and called her in.
"Your Highness, the princess heard that you had returned home, so she sent me to apologize. She said that she and the prince had an appointment tonight, but she was a little sleepy today, so she could not accompany him to enjoy the night view. I hope he will forgive me." Yue Yingyi said.
Every word is clearly stated.
Xiao Yizheng thought for a moment, looked at Yueying, and asked, "What's wrong with the princess?"
"I'm just tired and want to go to bed early."
He nodded and asked, "Then what did she want to discuss with me?"
"Yue Ying doesn't know." What she said was really true. She really didn't know. Her girl didn't reveal a single word!
"Okay, I understand." Xiao Yizheng felt indescribably irritated.
Yueying was just about to exit when she heard Xiao Yizheng say: "Wait a moment."
As he said that, he took out an embroidered handkerchief from the box at hand: "Take it back and say it returns to its original owner."
Yueying stepped forward to take it, her head filled with questions. Is today her girl’s handkerchief day? Why is there another one? Qingxi only had one embroidered handkerchief embroidered with Xinyi flowers. She was so precious, so why is it with the prince?
?A token of love? No, no, how can there be any reason to return a token of love?
Xiao Yizheng looked at her staring blankly at the embroidered handkerchief and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Yueying hurriedly shook her head a few times, turned around and left.
Xiao Yizheng looked at the empty box and felt a little pain in his head. Okay, he could understand that someone who shed tears looking at a painting like that would still be in the mood to go to Wangchun Pavilion with him.
But, what on earth does she want to talk to herself about?
I don’t know why, but neither of them slept well that night.
In the Ling Mansion, Ling Deyan and Ling Qingsong also talked for a long time in the study.
Ling Qingsong is currently the sixth-ranked Prime Minister of Dali Temple, and he is not yet qualified to participate in high-level court discussions. However, news about the court affairs has spread throughout the court today.
"Dad, you didn't speak in the court today?" he asked.
Ling Deyan shook his head.
"Do you have no opinion of your own or are you just waiting to see what's going on?"
"None of them." Ling Deyan shook his head: "I don't understand the ins and outs of the matter clearly, how can I give my opinion? The emperor didn't ask me for my opinion." He paused and continued: "Now that I am in charge of the household department, you can say
It is the money bag of the country. How many pairs of eyes are staring at it. What you say and do is not responsible for yourself alone, but affects the whole body. Do not speak easily about things that you cannot fully judge."
"Dad, you have become more cautious." Ling Qingsong curled his lips.
"The same goes for you. Now that you have entered the officialdom, you should restrain your wild and lively thoughts and actions."
Ling Qingsong smiled: "I know you acted like this because of Heng'er and His Highness Prince Heng. Now everyone thinks that your promotion and my entry into Dali Temple are partly due to the concern about the marriage between the Ling family and the royal family. And in turn, we also
Become King Heng’s help. In short, we are in the same boat through thick and thin. So, you don’t want to cause trouble to Prince Heng’s Mansion because of your relationship.”
Ling Deyan nodded.
"But Dad, haven't you seen it? Your Majesty will take action against Prince Guang sooner or later!"
Ling Deyan stared at him, meaning to continue talking.
Ling Qingsong, however, shut up and looked like he had nothing to say and had nothing to say.
Ling Deyan raised his hand and slapped him hard: "You are still playing this game with your father."
Ling Qingsong did not dodge or dodge, and said with a smile: "Think about the people you arrested in the southwest, then think about what His Highness told you before, and now what Your Highness asked me to pay attention to in Dali Temple." He stopped at the right time.
, waiting for Ling Deyan’s reaction.
"Are you saying that this matter will be Prince Guang's most fatal Achilles' heel?"
Ling Qingsong nodded and became serious: "Although His Highness did not elaborate, he just asked me to pay attention to the people who are still in the Dali Temple prison, but I think they are inseparable, but I don't know when Prince Guang will take action?"
"Your Highness is a carefree person, but now it seems that he cannot stay out of the matter completely. I don't know whether it is right or wrong to marry Heng'er into the palace."
Qingsong was silent for a while and said: "Heng'er made her own choice, and she should have the ability and courage to be responsible for her own choices." This was also the consideration why he wrote the letter to her today.