Let Me Pursue You

Yuan Cixian only chanted Zheng Zhuo a few times during the day, but at night he fell asleep listening to him.

Still seems to be shortly after her death. She heard Zheng Zhuo's voice hoarse and authentic on the bridge: "I spent three days and three nights and searched through the water but couldn't find her. It was you, you brought her body back, didn't you?"

This sentence seems to be a question. His answer was a fist.

With a muffled grunt, he seemed to stagger and fall to the side of the bridge railing.

Immediately afterwards, the opponent punched down.

Zheng Zhuo was beaten so badly that he coughed and gasped, and said intermittently: "Do you, do you like her? Yes, why didn't I see it? It's been so many years, I should have found out..." He said Laugh out loud.

What responded to him was a fist that was getting tighter and tighter.

Yuan Cixian was curious about who was beating the person, and strained her ears to listen to the commotion above, but she woke up in a panic. When she woke up, she could only see the clean dust above her head, and the pleasant sun in the early autumn morning outside the window.

She jumped up from the bed suddenly, and almost threw down the quilt in a fit of anger. —Brother, don’t just smash your fists, can you say something!

She sat on the edge of the bed to calm down, and began to sort out the clues: It seemed that after her death, Zheng Zhuo sent someone to salvage her body, but a man who had admired her for many years took the lead. And since this man beat him to death with such a ruthless hand, does it mean that Zheng Zhuo was indeed the chief culprit who killed her?

She really couldn't trust Xu Shan anymore.

Yuan Cixian called to Shicui with a sad face, and said: "Shicui, go and find out, among the gentlemen who met the sixth prince in Chang'an City, is there anyone who might secretly admire me."

Shi Cui was taken aback by giving her instructions: "Little lady, how should I investigate this?"

She scratched her hair and sighed: "That's right."

She must have been confused by this tantalizing dream.

It's just that it's not impossible to start with. Judging from Zheng Zhuo's tone of voice and his refusal to fight back, she felt that the two of them in the dream should be about the same age, had known each other for a long time, and had a deep friendship. So he said: "Then make a list for me, and find out all the men in Chang'an City who are about the same age as the Sixth Prince, who have a close relationship with me, and who recognize me."

Shi Cui took the order, and saw that she was so exhausted that she fell back under the bed, and hurriedly said: "Little lady, you said yesterday that you will enter the palace this morning, and the sun is now high, are you still going to sleep?"

Just as Yuan Cixian's head touched the pillow, he propped it up again: "Oh, I forgot! Quickly, put it on for me."

…

Yuan Cixian first went to Zichen Hall to meet Emperor Huining. The old emperor "missed" her very much, these days he sent people several times to inquire about her injuries, and said that if nothing happened, he would definitely come to the palace to have a good look at her.

She went to show him, chatted with him, and then asked about Lu Shiqing's whereabouts.

Of course Emperor Huining knew what she was thinking. After all, he also heard that she went to visit Lu Shiqing sprained and sprained the next day after her leg injury, thinking that she was really devoted to him as a courtier.

With the beauty of an adult, he took a thread to build a bridge, and sent someone to send her to Hanliang Hall.

Hanliang Hall is located by the Taiye Pool, built next to the water. It is a good place to escape the summer heat. It is also more comfortable in the dry autumn season. Looking from a distance, the Qionglou Yuyu and the vermilion eaves stand tall, as if you are near Penglai.

Emperor Huining gave this palace to the thirteen princes, probably because he doted on this son.

Yuan Cixian was led to a garden in the palace by the palace servants, and saw Lu Shiqing sitting in an octagonal gazebo, holding a book in his hand, flipping through it very leisurely, without being disturbed by anyone around.

Not seeing the young prince, she was puzzled and looked around, only to find that there were two other people on a high pavilion not far away. A little boy in brocade clothes was sitting at the desk and writing, presumably it was the thirteenth prince Zheng Hong, and another person was pointing at him, looking down at his handwriting from time to time, it was his nominal sister-in-law Zheng Yun.

She looked at Lu Shiqing downstairs, and Zheng Yun in the pavilion. Oh, this is the "aside" that Lu Shuangyu mentioned last time. This "side" is really "close".

Yuan Cixian's mood suddenly became brighter, and the voice came before the person arrived: "Lu Shilang."

Lu Shiqing raised his head when he heard the sound, and was slightly taken aback when he saw her, but in the next moment, he remembered the scoundrel things she did yesterday, frowned and ignored her, and then lowered his head again.

Zheng Yun on the high pavilion also heard the movement below, got up and stood by the fence. Yuan Cixian raised his head and bowed to her.

She nodded slightly at her, then turned around and said something to her brother. The little guy seemed curious, twisted his body, pulled his neck and looked down.

Yuan Cixian smiled at Zheng Hong, and bowed to him, and waited for the siblings to return to their seats before sitting on the stone bench opposite Lu Shiqing, chatting up with him: "Lu Shilang, long time no see, you Is your injury healed?"

How long has she known?

Lu Shiqing raised his eyes, and said coldly: "Miss Lao, don't worry, it's all over."

Yuan Cixian looked at the back of his hand, and saw that the scab had faded away, but the skin on the wound was slightly red, and it seemed that nothing had happened, so she continued: "That's good." Then he asked, "You don't want to teach His Highness Thirteen how to write?" , why sit here and read a book?"

Lu Shiqing flipped through the book while lowering his eyes, and answered calmly: "When His Highness finishes writing the homework assigned by Lu, Lu will naturally check it."

She said "oh", and said in a strange way: "But like this, it's so boring for Shao and the princess to be up there alone."

Lu Shiqing paused the hand holding the scroll, and said indifferently: "Lu's errand is to teach His Highness the Thirteenth Highness to study, not to make Shao and Princess interesting."

She sighed, and continued to probe: "You really don't know how to pity and cherish jade."

He seemed to sneer: "There are so many fragrant jades in the world, and Lu can't take pity on them. If the county master is too free, it's better to do good deeds."

Listening to his tone that was lighter than each sentence, it was not like Lu Shuangyu said that he and Zheng Yun were in love with each other.

Yuan Cixian said happily: "I'm not idle, you and I can't manage it, what do others have to do with me?"

Lu Shiqing happened to be turning the pages of the book, and before he looked up at her, his hands couldn't help trembling just hearing this sentence, but he still concealed it, and continued to lower his head and said calmly, "Really?"

Hehe, who did she meet yesterday.

Yuan Cixian stretched out her hand to make an oath: "It's absolutely true. If it wasn't for the inconvenience of my legs and feet, I would definitely visit you every day."

Lu Shiqing remained silent.

Hehe, don't think he didn't know she wasn't hurt at all.

Seeing his indifferent attitude, Yuan Cixian stopped asking for trouble, and said: "Okay, you can read the book, I will be fine with you."

Lu Shiqing's hand trembled again. What's wrong with this girl, she didn't come to bother him for more than half a month, and he also said that she had given up her heart, but now she came to him with crackling words of love.

What kind of book does this tell him to read? It's not that he can't hold his breath. She sat across from him with her cheeks propped up like this, staring at him for a moment. No matter how calm and calm the wind and rain are, she must feel uncomfortable.

What's more, Yuan Cixian's eyes are like fire in front, and there is a cold light on the high pavilion behind, sweeping over from time to time, it's a double sky of ice and fire.

Lu Shiqing felt uncomfortable, so the movement of turning the pages of the book was naturally slow. Yuan Cixian found that when he was reading one page now, he could read about five pages before.

Before coming here this morning, Yuan Yu told her that the subtlety of playing hard to get is in the four characters "instantly away". Now that she has left Lu Shiqing in the cold for more than ten days, it's time to show her favor to him. From the looks of it now, this method is really working, brother is sincerely not deceiving her.

However, Yuan Cixian felt that since Lu Shiqing could still read books, this was still not enough. She wanted him to fail to read even a page.

She thought about it for a while, took it into consideration, reached out and pulled out one of the symmetrical hairpins in her hair, and then called him in a low voice: "Lu Shilang, what book are you reading?"

Lu Shiqing raised his head when he heard the sound, but at this moment, he saw that a hairpin was missing from her hair, and she felt weak all of a sudden, frowning and lowering her head, she said, ""Salt and Iron Theory"."

Then he couldn't read any more, glanced at her head from the corner of his eye from time to time, even though he tried his best to restrain the direction of his eyeballs, but because of the impression in his heart, it was difficult to ignore, and his whole body became agitated.

For an instant, he didn't turn a page of the book.

He couldn't take it anymore, put the book on the stone table with a "snap", and asked her, "Master, where is the hairpin on your left?"

Yuan Cixian was delighted in his heart, stretched out his hand to touch his head, and said with surprise on his face: "Hey, where is my hairpin? Why am I missing a hairpin?"

With a sullen face, Lu Shiqing took a deep breath: "It's in your sleeve."

"..."

This insight is also a little stronger. Yuan Cixian bit the bullet and took out the hairpin, thinking: "Hey, why did it get into my sleeve?"

Lu Shiqing interrupted her, with a forbearing tone: "Please put it on, and behave yourself."

Yuan Cixian was not reconciled, and wanted to play him again, looked around, and said: "But there is no bronze mirror here, how should I wear it? If it is worn crookedly, it will not be correct, right?"

That's a good question. If she wears it crookedly, he will feel uncomfortable.

Lu Shiqing fell into deep thought, and suddenly heard her say: "Why don't you wear it for me?"

As she spoke, she leaned over, and her body almost crossed half of the stone desk, and she immediately let him smell a faint fragrance of floral dew, like peach or apricot, refreshing his heart, as if it drenched him from head to toe.

Lu Shiqing wanted to back away, but he didn't move like a ghost, squinting slightly, looking up into her smiling eyes.

He might have to admit that those steamy eyes... are really bewitching.

So, before he was able to reject her, he had already taken the hairpin she handed over to him.