My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 274 The first snow in the first year of Xuanhe, all the girls mistakenly spot Li Qingzhao
In the afternoon, the north wind howled.

The originally clear sky gradually became cloudy, and after a while, heavy snow fell like goose feathers.

This is the first year of Xuanhe, the first snow in Qingzhou.

A little later than usual.

Wang Lin stood in the courtyard, letting snowflakes cover his whole body, and the tiger god guards around him stood in a circle in the snow, silently.

Standing in the Chaoshou corridor, Zhao Gou looked at Wang Lin, who was gradually becoming a snowman in meditation, with a look of fanatical admiration on his slightly immature face.

Literary talent overflows and surpasses today, and Li Qingzhao is also called Wang Li, and the dragon and phoenix are in the slogan;

Can have Wang Lin as a teacher, what regrets in this life?
At this time, Wang Lin remembered a song from his previous life, "The First Snow in 2002".

Of course, he also remembered all kinds of things in his previous life, as well as his lover Yingxue who was destined never to see him again.

If he hadn't traveled to this point, he and Yingxue would get married in half a year.

However, as luck would have it, there is a thousand years of time and space between him and Yingxue.

After traveling for so long, he has taken root in this world, gained power day by day, and has many confidante friends.

As his sense of belonging to the present becomes higher and higher, the events of his previous life are hidden deep in his heart.

Occasionally, it will still jump out, which is difficult for myself.

Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, Li Qingzhao stood under the eaves quietly watching the snow and plum blossoms, and softly chanted:

"In the snow, it is known that the spring letter is here, and the winter plum is adorned with Qiongzhi. The fragrant face is half-opened and charming, and in the court, the jade woman washes out her new makeup.

The good fortune may be intentional, so teach the bright moon to be exquisite.A total bounty of gold respects Shen green ants, don't get drunk, this flower is incomparable with other flowers. "

Lan'er clapped her hands and praised: "Young lady has produced another excellent work, congratulations!"

Li Qingzhao sighed: "This song Yujiaao is already an old work. It is very interesting to recite it when I feel it now."

Lan'er blinked, and said with a smile: "I understand, the words are old works, but the person is a newcomer, the lady wants to have a drink with Wang Yexue, 'together reward Jin Zun Shen Green Ant'!"

Li Qingzhao's face turned red, and he spat: "Nonsense!"

The master and the maidservant were playing and frolicking, when suddenly someone sang desolately and sadly in front of them.

Although the singing tune is quite weird, it is very touching and exciting to listen to.

"The first snow in 2002 came later than before. The No. [-] car parked on the eighth floor took away the last falling yellow leaf..."

"You are like a butterfly flying around, swaying in the snowy season, I can't forget the feeling of holding you in my arms, warmer than the fire hidden in my heart..."

"I forgot the cold north wind outside the window, once again overlapping tenderness and lingering, it is your red lips that stick to my everything, it is your thoughtfulness that makes me warm again, it is your tenderness that melts the ice and snow, it is your sweet words Change the seasons..."

At the same time, Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Han Yan, Pan Jinlian, Zhang Zhenniang, Li Shishi, and the daughters of Meng Yulou are sitting in the corridor with Wei Ying, who is visiting, drinking tea and watching the snow scene.

All the women listened attentively.

Li Shishi suddenly said lightly: "Madam, Sister Jinlian, Concubine Wei, this is the voice of the prince. The melody and lyrics of this song are strange and tight, but listening to it... the prince is so sad, as if he is missing his confidante..."

In fact, all the girls could hear the sadness and longing in the singing.

In their opinion, the lyrics are hard to pronounce and difficult to understand, but the emotional expression is very clear. They put their love on the snow and miss the beauty...

The girls looked at Pan Jinlian.

Pan Jinlian was Wang Lin's first woman, and she had a deep affection, but Pan Jinlian was so close, Wang Lin would not be in love with her touching the scenery in the snow... Obviously the peerless beauty in this song is not Pan Jinlian.

Pan Jinlian looked blank and shook her head in silence.

Han Yan suddenly said softly: "Could it be that the husband is missing the Maode Emperor Ji in the palace?"

Wei Ying shook her head: "No, it's not. The Prince of Bohai County and Maude fell in love not long ago, and just got the acquiescence of the officials. The marriage in the future is a certainty. This song should not be about Maode."

"And the red lips, tenderness, lingering... so shameless... Could it be that your prince has provoked someone outside?"

Wei Ying's voice was unnaturally sour.

It's just that all the girls were so immersed in Wang Lin's sad and lonely singing that they couldn't help it.

Meng Yulou stood up and said hesitantly: "Ma'am, sisters, please don't guess. My husband is very sad when I hear it. Why don't we go comfort him..."

Han Yan shook her head: "Forget it, don't disturb your husband, let him think for himself."

Zhang Zhenniang suddenly said softly: "I've been thinking about it, could it be that my husband...is thinking about Lay Yi An over there?"

Pan Jinlian's eyes flashed: "That's right, what sister Zhenniang said is very true. My wife and I have already seen that there is quite a friendship between my husband and sister Qingzhao. It's just that due to secular etiquette, we can't be like us..."

Wei Ying pouted, secular etiquette?If he had been so scrupulous, he wouldn't have teased the slave.

Li Shishi clapped his palms and smiled lightly: "My husband is too... Layman Yi An lives there, people are in front of you, what kind of song does he sing, why don't you just go and express your feelings to them?"

Han Yan frowned lightly, feeling somewhat paradoxical.

Wei Ying interjected: "Lay Yi An? Could it be Li Qingzhao, a talented woman of that generation? She is actually in the palace?"

The women say yes.

Wei Ying immediately felt jealous, and thought in her heart: What a flirt, even Li Yi'an got into trouble, my God...

Standing behind Han Yan, Yi Cui suddenly said: "Madam, empress, ladies and gentlemen, the prince has not known Lay Yi'an for a long time, but the servant girl feels that the singing is heart-piercing, as if she is remembering the deceased. It doesn't have much to do with Lay Yi An, does it?"

Yi Cui's words awakened the dreamer.

All the girls were discussing in low voices, Li Qingzhao and Lan'er stood at the arch of Xiaoxiang Pavilion and heard this, blushing, and then retreated quietly.

Don't say that it wasn't her who sang in Wang Ling's song, even if it was her, she dared not admit it.

The lyrics are really evocative...and she and Wang Lin are in love with each other, but there is no overstepping.

All the girls were discussing heatedly, but they heard the servant girl report: "Ma'am, the prince has gone to the hall of return."

Pan Jinlian smiled lightly: "Look, it really is Sister Qingzhao!"

Han Yan smiled: "My husband is full of emotions today, and his worries and thoughts are unforgettable. I guess only a talented woman like sister Qingzhao can warm up and heal the scars in his heart. We don't need to bother them."

No one noticed that the corners of Wei Ying's elegant and delicate mouth were pouting, enough to hold an oil bottle.

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Return hall.

Go back and come, please give me a break.The world is against me, how can I ask for it again?Please the love words of relatives, and play music and books to relieve worries...

Nai Zhan Hengyu, Zai Xin Zai Ben.Boy servants welcome, children wait at the door.The three paths are deserted, but the pines and chrysanthemums still exist.Bringing children into the room, there are wine bottles.Introduce the pot for self-discretion, and enjoy the beauty of the garden.Leaning against the south window to express pride, the ease of judging the knees...

Wang Lin groaned softly.

Buzhi, who had praised Li Qingzhao very much, was dismissed from office and went back to seclusion with Li Qingzhao's father, calling himself "Returned Son".

Li Qingzhao named his study "Guilai Hall", built out of admiration for Chao Buzhi, and imitated him after him.

In "Guiguilaixici", there is a sentence "Leaning on the south window to express pride, and judging the Yi'an of the knees", Qingzhao's self-titled "Yi'an Jushi", should also take the meaning from it.

As a time traveler, Wang Lin is naturally clear about the origin of Li Qingzhao's name, but this name was taken by Li Qingzhao after he came to Qingzhou to settle down. Few people in the world know that "Yi'an" comes from Tao Yuanming's "Return to Come".

Li Qingzhao has a green skirt and a red jacket, with picturesque features.

She stood at the end of the corridor, and when Wang Lin finished singing, a blush appeared on her face.

Knowing the elegant meaning after hearing the string, it can only show that Wang Lin knows her very well.

"Where did the prince come from?" Li Qingzhao asked quietly.

Wang Lin cupped his hands: "I haven't seen Lay Yi An for a long time, and I miss him a lot, so I came here for a special visit."

Li Qingzhao had a pretty face with Feixia, but turned his head away, pretending to be calm and said: "I heard that the prince was expressing his feelings in the front yard just now, thinking of the old man in the snow, and you came to my return hall immediately, don't you want to let the madam get the wrong idea."

Wang Lin chuckled: "It's just that I was sad for a while, and I said something casually, I don't want to alarm everyone."

Li Qingzhao turned around and said indifferently: "The one who doesn't know how much the prince misses, why Fang Hongyan's confidant hurts so deeply and touches the heartstrings."

Wang Lin sighed: "Even if you are an old friend, you can also be considered a person in a dream."

Wang Lin's complicated eyes fell on Li Qingzhao, and he said in a low voice: "White tiles and white walls, green vines and old trees, small bridges and flowing water. Slender shoulders and thin waist, cloud temples and slanted hairpins, thin skin with ice and snow, but people are thinner than yellow flowers."

From that day on, Wang Lin discovered that Li Qingzhao and Yingxue had many similarities, and even their personalities had the same sentimentality.

Lan'er was surprised behind Li Qingzhao: "Wasn't the prince talking about my wife?"

Li Qingzhao's complexion brightened suddenly, but he spat in a low voice.

Laner retreated quietly.

Wang Lin looked at Li Qingzhao quietly, Yingxue's figure appeared in the depths of his eyes, and a wave of mist rippled in his heart.

It took Li Qingzhao a long time to raise his head and sigh quietly: "I gave birth to you but I was not born, and I am already old when you were born... Huanjun's Pearl is weeping, I wish I could see you when I was not married."

Snowflakes are flying, the cold wind is blowing, and Li Qingzhao's tears flow in vain.

"You hate me for being born late, but I hate you for being born early."

Wang Lin calmed down, and said with a light smile, "When will this toss and turn come to an end? And we know that the snow scene is good, and we can't let it down. You and I live in the present, why bother to feel sorry for ourselves?"

Wang Lin walked over and wrapped his cloak around Li Qingzhao's thin body: "In my heart, the person in my dream is always the one who is walking in the long rainy alley with an oil-paper umbrella under the drizzle, as beautiful as lilacs. Girl, I am willing to untangle her sorrows and grievances."

"Let's kick the swing, get up lazy and slender hands. The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is light and the clothes are light. Seeing the guests come in, the socks are smashed and the gold hairpin slips. Walking away in shame, leaning on the door and looking back, but sniffing the green plums."

Li Qingzhao was shy and dazed, and what Wang Lin just sang was the song "Dian Crimson Lips, Kick the Swing" written by her when she was a girl.

The words "go away with shame" accurately describe her inner feelings when she was a young girl: her face was flushed, her heart beat faster, she was at a loss, and she hurriedly avoided.

The delicate and meticulous psychology of being afraid of seeing and wanting to see, wanting to see but not daring to muster up the courage to meet, is just like her uneasy, strong love and taboo at the moment.

(End of this chapter)