Legend of Hua Buqi

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A short table, brocade mat and tea set are placed on the bamboo platform. The layout is extremely simple, but it makes people feel very comfortable.

After the models of Mrs. Mingyue were seated, Sushou personally brewed a cup of tea: "Shizi please."

The bowl is a small porcelain bowl, as light as snow and as delicate as jade. A Wangming yellow tea soup floats in it, the fragrance is faint.

Chen Yu took a sip and was full of fragrance. He took a closer look at the teacup in his hand, exaggerating the teacup: "Liu catkin fluttering in the sky, Su Yue Ran Ranjiang Xinbai. This is Jiangxin white porcelain praised by the emperor, right? Porcelain ’s business is not a worthy name. This year, Neiku opened a bid, and Mrs. Mingyue sat in town personally, and no one in Gongci could compete with Mingyue Mountain Villa. ”

"Shizi has a reputation. The concubine of the business has been taken care of by the young girl Qingwu. The life is like a dream. The concubine has been operating Mingyue Mountain Villa for ten years and is tired. I just like the bamboo pavilion in Wangjing.

Chen Yu said with a smile: "I have visited the first lady on the Lantern Festival. Miss Liu was smart and capable, and his wife taught her daughter well."

Mrs. Mingyue smiled and said, "Qingwu has told me. The singing and dancing she performed on the Lantern Festival seems to have frightened the Seventh Prince. The concubine was just about to go to court to sue."

"Boom!" Chen Yu put down the teacup in his hand, his face changed, and his smile disappeared instantly. His eyes were fixed on Mrs. Mingyue.

The warm wind of Hsinchu's warm sun turned gloomy and cold in an instant.

Mrs. Mingyue was taken aback, her lips slightly opened, and her face was panic-stricken.

Chen Yu said slowly: "I just went to visit Missy, but I didn't say that the father was frightened by her singing and dancing. How did Liu Liu know that my father was fainting because of her singing and dancing under the moon? Did you show it to my father specifically? What is the intention of Mingyue Mountain Villa? "

Hearing this, Mrs. Mingyue seemed relieved, and gently stroked her chest, she said: "Shizi mistakenly blamed Mingyue Mountain Villa. How many courages in the concubine dare to provoke the prince? The little girl was surprised by Shizi's sudden visit, and then heard It was rumored in the workshop that only the seven princes were fainted after watching her singing and dancing next month. If Shizi does not believe, why not go to the workshop to verify? "

The rumors are spread by you, what can you check? Are you intimidated by just drinking it? Mingyue Mountain Villa collapsed early! Chen Yu sneered in his heart and said with a stretched face: "No matter who she dances to and who sings to whom, my father is stunned by her singing and dancing. Tell Liu Liu to follow me! If she finds If there is no way to wake up my father Wang, there is no need to go back to Mingyue Mountain Villa. "

Mrs. Mingyue suddenly changed color, and she knelt down prostrately, with tears in her eyes: "Shizi Kaien! Qingwu just missed the concubine and missed the singing and dancing, but I didn't know that it would stimulate the prince. She was young, and her concubine was under her knees There is only one daughter, Wang Shizi has mercy! "

The only woman under the knee? Mo Fuzhong and Liu Qingwu look very similar, do n’t you know Qinger, who has the same birthmark on her ears? Seeing Mrs. Mingyue's acting devoted, Chen Yu stood up and looked at Mrs. Mingyue, saying: "The car is waiting outside Bieyuan. My wife still hopes that Missy will wake up my father again soon! There are too many white porcelains in Gonglijiangxin, so he would be happy to let the emperor change some fresh porcelain. "

After Chen Yu's words were not soft, he strode onto the pontoon. The bamboo bridge swayed, splashing countless splashes of water, and the fish lurking peacefully under the bridge were scattered.

On the bamboo platform, Mrs. Mingyue slowly raised her head, her tears were still there, and her lips were already smiling. She looked at Chen Yu's back and murmured, "You can't think of Xue Fei's relationship with me even if Qingwu entered the palace."

When Chen Yu went to Bieyuan in Mingyue Mountain Villa, the carriage of Gan's side concubine of the Seven Kings' Palace also arrived at Mofu.

Chunyang is warm, and the cough that hasn't been abandoned has been cured. It's just that people can't feel the energy and lie lazily in the sun on the soft couch. He didn't know whether he was looking at the clouds in the sky or the birds flying over occasionally with his eyes half open.

Only Linggu and Lonicera were left in the Lingbo Pavilion. No vocalization was heard in the courtyard of Noda University, and only the sparrow chirping sound was heard. It was thought that it would be better for Haibo to find her less. However, I did not abandon but got a note.

A handyman sent ingredients and quietly stuffed the note in her hand. It reads: Under the window of the windy quiet bamboo mountain, Yangchun returns to spring in April.

When will the weather be warm? When will April come? Don't give up holding the felt tight. The disease came on a storm, as if all fourteen years of disease had been added together. She narrowed her eyes and stared at the flying birds circling in the sky thinking that if she continued to sleep in Mofu for more than a month, she would become old kimchi in the jar.

With a yawn, she closed her eyes boredly and spent time sleeping. Lonicera thoughtfully pulled the felt up and saw her listlessly sighing secretly.

"Don't give up! See what I got here?"

"Miss, Master Watch is here!" Lonicera said in surprise. Thinking of Amitabha in his heart, only the young master can bring life to the quiet Lingbo Museum.

He opened his eyes lazily.

Yun Lang was wearing a fuchsia arrow-sleeved robe and came to her with a big smile. Behind him was a clear blue sky, and the golden sunlight spread over his shoulders, and his spirits were flying. She couldn't help but envy the vitality revealed in Yun Lang.

"Cousin Yun, can you take me out to play? I always want to sleep in the yard. The more I sleep, the less I feel." Bu Qiwei looked up at him hopefully.

"Wait for you to be better, and the weather will be warmer."

He sighed without disappointment and lowered his eyes. She has no interest in the story of the Eight Immortals told by Yun Lang. He was also uninterested in raising a sword and dancing in the courtyard. Yun Lang coaxed her as a child, but her mind was no longer a child.

Yun Lang couldn't bear it, softening her tone and coaxing her, "Don't give up, I'll come to play with you every day, OK? When you are better, I will take you out of the house. See what I brought today?" He happily put down the bamboo sticks in his hands and mysteriously said: "Today I will make Kongming lanterns for you. At night it is very nice."

The irresistible gaze looked at the old plum tree in the corner. The two rabbit lights were blown by the wind, and Linggu picked it up and threw it away. The lamp hanger won't come again, why can't she forget him? Maybe doing something better than lying here. Do not abandon prop up: "How to cut cotton paper?"

Seeing that she was interested, Yun Lang told her happily. He drew a knife from his waist and carefully cut the bamboo strip.

My finger touched the tissue and didn't give up for a while, my fingertips were shaking slightly. She held out her hand, and her slender fingertips were indeed shaking in the sun. how could this be?

Her only hard work of stealing depends on these hands. Her hands never tremble.

Without giving up, he raised his head to Lonicera: "The felt slipped."

When Lonicera lowered his head and pulled the felt, his untouched hand touched the small purse hanging on the silk ribbon around her waist. His fingers were rock-solid for a moment, and he released the purse lightly.

The mood of not giving up suddenly improved, and she chuckled: "Honeysuckle, your purse dropped."

"Really. I even knotted it and it still fell off." Lonicera picked up the purse that fell on the soft couch and hung it around his waist again, carefully knotting again.

Look at his hand again, nothing is a little different. Do not give up a sigh of relief, exhausted, and concentrate on cutting cotton paper.

Clouds are floating, birds are barking.

A touch of spring sun and a breeze.

Time slipped away quietly, she looked up in amazement. He had hoped her smile happily.

Under the brown wooden porch of the quiet garden, the hanging-haired girl and the purple-clothed teenager were focused on the same Kongming lamp, just like a picture. When Yun Lang recalled this scene many years later, tenderness and soreness still lingered in his heart.

After two hours, a large three-foot square, one-foot tall large Kongming lamp was ready. Yun Lang took a pen and paint and smiled: "Do not give up what I like? I paint!"

After thinking about it for a while, I thought, "I think of Jiushu, can I paint the pottery of Jiushu?"

Lonicera took out the brocade box from the house. Yun Lang looked at this earthenware bowl everywhere, crying and laughing. With a stroke of his eyes, he drew a little girl with two buns on white cotton paper. She was holding a pottery bowl in one hand, and there was a dog next to it.

Without giving up his eyes, he missed and said in a low voice: "If Jiu Shu can see it in the sky, he must be very happy."

Her real thought was to let Haibo's people see, know her thoughts, and pick her up earlier.

Yun Lang chuckled and said, "Wait until it gets dark."

Without giving up inspiration, she felt that she could use this lamp to deliver more messages and couldn't help being happy.

Yun Lang saw the light in her eyes again. Her heart was hot and she blurted out: "Do not give up, if you like, we will do it every day."

At this time, Jiansheng suddenly came to the Lingbo Museum. He walked anxiously before he entered the courtyard and shouted: "Ling Aunt! Hurry up and clean up the clothes for the young lady.

Lady Ganfei? Pick her up? Do not give up the doubts in his eyes, but his heart jumped.

Yun Lang asked in surprise: "Do you mean you want to take it into the palace?"

"Yeah, the lady is waiting in the lobby of the front yard."

"I'm not going!" Without blurting out.

"Do not give up, you must go."

Looking up, Moruo Fei hurried into the yard. His brow furrowed and his face was extremely unsightly. The Seven Kings fell down before bidding in the Treasury, which is very bad news for Mofu.

"The Seventh Prince's Lantern Festival collapsed and woke up with a stroke. He couldn't even speak. The doctor was helpless. The prince kept looking at the portrait of your mother, and Shizi wanted you to enter the palace to serve the prince, hoping that the prince would get better. No, he is yours after all ... "

Before he finished, he shouted, "Don't say it!"

Everyone was taken aback by her. Seeing Bu Lei's eyes burst into tears, Yun Lang's heart twitched suddenly, pleading for Bu Fei: "Cousin, Bu Lei is still sick, how can she serve the Seventh King?"

Moruofei sighed: "No, I know you have been complaining about him in my heart. The prince hasn't seen you in Wangjing for such a long time. Shizi asked the maiden Gan Fei to come and pick you up, you can't help but go. Don't worry , I ask people to give you things every day. If you really ca n’t stay in the palace, tell the person, I will find a reason to pick you up. "

Without giving up, repeatedly chewing on the sentence of the world's son and asking Mrs. Gan Fei to pick her up, her heart was sore and sore.

Her hand was suddenly held by Yun Lang, and she raised her head in surprise. Yun Lang smiled and said to her: "Do not give up, every day I go to the Wang Mansion to give you something. I am not happy to live, I will take you away. Cousin is not convenient to keep you, I will take you back to Feiyunbao!" "

"A Lang! Don't come!" Moruo Fei sullen Yun Lang. "The Neiku bidding is imminent. I just want to tell you that the people of Feiyunbao have already arrived in Wangjing. You know what to do."

Yun Lang didn't let go of his non-discarding hand. He smiled and said, "Cousin, I know. When the bidding of Neiku is completed, I can take it to Feiyunbao for a small stay. If I don't give up, my heart will never be blocked. Right? "

The thief was quite righteous. Bu Qi suddenly thought of Qing'er saying Yun Lang liked her. She shuddered in her heart and gently broke free from Yun Lang's hand. No matter how warm his hands were, Chen Yu pityed the hands that wiped away the stain from her mouth. His hand wanted to give her safety again, and she could not forget the southward Fanglian Yike holding her and blocked the arrow for her.

Why should she go to the palace?

Why not consider her feelings?

Do not give up a anger in my heart. He didn't see her, she had to dangle in front of him all day long. He first knew that she was his sister, he first treated her well. He pretended to be such a cool hero who asked her to like him. It's all his fault, why should she be the sad person? She didn't want to curl up in the Lingbo Pavilion, listlessly. She was going to stir up the palace, and then pat her **** to go to Jiangnan.

Zhan Yan smiled and said: "I want to understand, I'm going to the palace! It's a father's birth, why should I live outside?"

There are three younger sisters in the palace. What would it look like to roast a mouse and invite them to eat? Moruofei refused to let her go out to play on the grounds that she was ill. She went to the Wangfu better than the ring in the Lingbo Pavilion. Time must pass very quickly, and in April, Haibo will take her away, she will inherit the uncle's will, and will have her own world. If you do n’t give up, the more you think, the more your eyes will shine.

Moruofei leaned close to her ear and whispered, "The flowers are not abandoned. It's not a matter of Mofu if you tear down the Seven Kings' Palace and burn it."

He was seen through again! Bing blinked and said: "In these days in Mofu, the rules taught by the elder brother do not abandon the slightest point and dare not forget."

If I provoke an accident, it is said that Mo Fu did not teach well! She looked at Moruofei provocatively.

In an instant, the two seemed to have returned to the night of the snowy mountains where Yaoling Town crossed. Do not give up and restore Xiaoqiang's true character and feel relieved. Moruo Fei recovered his teeth and was happy. The two laughed at the same time.

Linggu picked up the clothes that were not discarded and carried them out. Moruofei smiled and said: "Go, Madam Gan Fei has been waiting for a long time. Alang, I will not leave with you, you can also meet the people of Feiyunbao!"

"Cousin Yun, thank you for playing with me. In fact, I haven't blamed you for a long time, and Ahuang won't blame you. I'm gone, Cousin Yun, bye."

There are often things to say goodbye to in life.

Never abandon solemnly to say goodbye to Yun Lang. She thought, maybe after Haibo took her away, Yun Lang would understand the meaning of this goodbye.

The Lingbo Museum is quiet. Several sparrows were chattering in the tree in the yard.

Yun Lang sat quietly leaning on the pillar. His hands were weak on his lap. He didn't abandon the moment he shook his hand away, and he felt cold in his heart, as if he had returned to the Lantern Festival that night, and the tears in his eyes slipped into his heart.

"Master Master, it's dark. Why are you still sitting here?" Lonicera hadn't dared to bother him, and looked at the sky, she asked when she lit the lantern under the eaves.

Yun Lang said with a smile: "I'm waiting for the sky to get dark."

He stroked the well-made Kongming lamp, and the little girl painted on cotton paper was lively and lovely. Yun Lang stood up, picked up Kong Mingdeng and smiled at Lonicera: "It's a pity not to let go for an afternoon. I don't know if I can see it if I don't give up in the palace."

Honeysuckle replied: "Of course I can. The young lady will look in the direction of the mansion when she thinks about the young master. This lamp is so big that the young lady can see it."

Yun Lang also smiled: "Yeah, she can definitely see it."

He ignited pine oil-soaked cotton under the lamp, and Kong Mingdeng bulged gradually. Yun Lang felt the light became lighter. He pointed at the point, lifted the light, and loosened his hand. Kong Mingdeng flew into the sky.

The light illuminates the night sky, and a warm ball floats in the night sky.

Yun Lang kept looking up, until the light was obliterated by darkness. He whispered: "Do not give up, I did not come to accompany you because I killed Ahuang guilt."