Let Me Pursue You

"Because the fifteenth..." Yuan Cixian pondered for a while, pointing to the moon that was about to disappear in the sky, "the moon is rounder."

Lu Shiqing sneered in his heart, and said, "Just go, and ask me what I do."

She smiled and grabbed his arm: "I don't have a car."

"..."

Lu Shiqing's face turned dark. He thought she was here for his advice.

He smiled and pulled his arm out of her hand: "My Lu family is barren, and there is only a carriage. Now I want to take me to court."

Lu Shiqing, who was taken to court by the carriage, was late at last. When he arrived at the Xuanzheng Hall, Emperor Huining had already begun to listen to the courtiers playing. He silently stood at the end of the line, just right behind Yuan Yu.

Unexpectedly, the sage was also in a hurry, halfway through the report, he caught a glimpse of his late arrival, ignored the minister who was still talking, nodded in his direction and said with emotion: "Lu Shilang has been an official for seven years. , it’s the first time I’m late for court.”

All the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty turned their heads to look at him when they heard the words.

Lu Shiqing's heart was bleeding. Just now he wanted to reject Yuan Cixian, but she gave her a hard time. Although he didn't completely follow the way, he should give her a ride, anyway, it's still early. As a result, as soon as he agreed, she had to push forward, saying how could she visit Shaohe with empty hands, so she borrowed someone from Lu's family to cook some breakfast.

It would be too late for his carriage to go back and forth before sending her to Wangji Temple after the snacks were baked.

He doesn't care about the eyes of these people. What he cares about is that seven years of rain or shine, like a myth in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the time of going to court every day is exactly the same, and there has been a stain on his life since then.

Being late once is intolerable, so why not be late tomorrow too.

Lu Shiqing thought this way in his heart, and he was about to go out to confess the crime, but he saw Emperor Huining waved his hand to signal that he didn't need it.

The official who was interrupted just now continued to play, but Yuan Yu in front couldn't stand still. He kept his posture facing the saint, raised his toes, leaned back a little, and whispered: "What are you doing!"

Because he knew that he would not agree easily, Yuan Cixian left home this time after beating first and playing later. The note left to him was also concise and to the point, saying that she had a dream again, dreaming that if she didn't live in Lu's house for a few days, she would be murdered.

Yuan Yu was furious when he saw the note this morning, but what could he do, what if he insisted on taking her back and causing her to lose her life?

It's just that he is also a man after all, and he knows how fatal his younger sister's beauty is to Lu Shiqing, so he still doesn't trust him, especially seeing that he is late for an unprecedented time, and he doesn't know where his reverie has gone.

Lu Shiqing lowered his voice and replied, "Ask your good sister."

"What did you do to her!"

He frowned, and was about to say more when he suddenly heard an official with white beard and long eyebrows cough, and then cast a disdainful and shameless look at him. , in your opinion, is this strategy okay?"

Lu Shiqing came out of the line calmly, glanced at the official who had just spoken, nodded and said: "I think that although Yu Siye's strategy is good, it is also biased. If you want to prescribe the right medicine to avoid the harm, I'm afraid you need to discuss it again." .”

Emperor Huining nodded frequently, and then said: "What Lu Shilang said is reasonable, but Yu Siye dismisses this policy for the time being."

Seeing this, Yuan Yu really felt that Lu Shiqing's single-minded ability was amazing, so he turned around and asked in a low voice, "What did old man Yu just say?"

But he replied indifferently: "Ghost knows."

After Yuan Cixian arrived at Wangji Temple, she asked the **** Shaohe Princess where she was, and heard that the place where she practiced was a separate nunnery, but she would chant scriptures in the Daxiong Hall every morning, so she went there.

As early as the second day after returning to Chang'an, she went to the palace to meet the saint, and stated that she was willing to let Zheng Yun go, and hoped that the saint would forgive her.

The old emperor already felt guilty towards Shao He, but after being coaxed by Yuan Cixian to his heart's content, he praised her for her generosity and agreed to the matter. It's just that it is not a good thing to withdraw the holy will as soon as it is issued, so he said that Shaohe's crimes will be pardoned until the winter solstice of the twelfth lunar month, when the world is amnesty.

Zheng Jun probably didn't know the news yet. When Yuan Cixian saw her, she felt that her eyes were dark. She got up from the futon and smiled at her: "Why is the county master here?"

There is no cadence in a question, and there is no smoke and fire at all.

Yuan Cixian didn't want to play tricks with her either. Seeing no one around, she said directly: "I know you didn't do it. The saint promised me that the winter solstice will take you back."

Zheng Yun's face was calm and unsurprised, and he just said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, but this place is very good."

Yuan Cixian always felt that every time she talked with Zheng Yun, she was very depressed, as if she was dealing with a person in her seventies and eighties, who had seen all the cruelty of the world. Hearing this, she smiled uncomfortably, turned the topic around, and made some polite scenes , asked her some recent situation.

The two chatted for a while, and suddenly heard a sound of steady footsteps outside the hall.

As soon as Yuan Cixian turned her head, she saw Zheng Zhuo in black clothes stepping into the gate of the Daxiong Palace. She seemed a little surprised to see her, and then nodded to her and Zheng Yun as greetings.

She just used Zheng Yun as a cover today, but she actually came to find Zheng Zhuo. Just now she was worried about where to find him, but now she breathed a sigh of relief, and said with surprise on her face: "The Sixth Highness has to be free. Temple?"

Zheng Zhuo smiled slightly: "I didn't have to be free, I came because I had no choice."

Yuan Cixian pretended to be enlightened: "Look at my memory." After that, he lowered his head and looked at the food box in his hand, "I brought some breakfast food for your lord, since His Highness is here, let's use it together."

Zheng Zhuo didn't seem to be very familiar with Zheng Yun, the younger sister who was a higher status than him, and he might as well speak casually when he was alone with Yuan Cixian, and said cautiously: "No, you can just eat."

Zheng Yun didn't say anything polite.

Yuan Cixian had tampered with eating, so she had to hint: "It's better to come early than to come at a good time. It just so happens that what I brought today is the yam cake that His Highness likes to eat. You can eat a piece to fill your stomach."

Zheng Zhuo doesn't like to eat yam cakes, even if he likes to eat, Yuan Cixian will not know. He immediately understood what was going on, but he didn't show it on his face, and said with a smile: "Then I'd rather be respectful than obey my orders."

He reached out for the pastry, and as hinted by her wink, he took away a piece with a note stuck to it, and then slowly hid the paper between his fingers.

At the same time, Yuan Cixian also turned to distract Zheng Yun's attention, and said to her, "Your lord, take a piece too?"

Zheng Yun didn't take it, but raised his head and said: "The county lord will follow me to the small room for breakfast."

Yuan Cixian glanced at Zheng Zhuo, convinced that he had received the news, and followed Zheng Yun to the small room in the nunnery behind.

Zheng Jun's steps rarely seemed a little impatient, and when he reached the small room where Shen Tan was burning, he turned around but regained his calm, and asked Yuan Cixian to sit down without saying a word.

Yuan Cixian took the initiative to ask: "Does your lord have something private to tell me?"

Zheng Jun smiled and asked: "The county lord is familiar with my sixth brother?"

"It's just a few encounters."

"In that case, why use my name to come to see him?"

Yuan Cixian had expected that even if Zheng Jun had guessed the real purpose of her trip, she would definitely think about the love between men and women, so she would not miss the big deal, and said with a smile: "Your lord is now fighting for Lu Shilang. ?"

Zheng Yun didn't speak.

Yuan Cixian continued: "Don't bother you to think about him." She said and pointed to the food box in front of her, "This is the handicraft of the servants of the Lu family. You can try it. I'll go first, and Lu Shilang will come down soon." Come to pick me up."

There was a strange look in Zheng Yun's eyes. Seeing her get up and leave, she quickly recovered and called her: "Wait."

Yuan Cixian turned her head, her eyes questioned, but she saw her face was bleak, she smiled wryly, remained silent for a while, and finally just said: "It's cold and windy, the county lord, go slowly."

She nodded and turned away. Zheng Jun watched her back disappear into the path in front of the nunnery, and sighed. She just wanted to tell Yuan Cixian that this time, she must not disappoint Lu Shiqing again, and let no one fail Lu Shiqing again.

Thanks to the word "slow", Yuan Cixian waited for a long time in the front hall before waiting for Lu Shiqing who came back from the next court. In order not to be eye-catching, she didn't go to Zheng Zhuo again, and there was no maid beside her. It was really bleak for a long time in the wind, and as soon as she got into Lu Shiqing's carriage, she complained: "The saint is dragged to the court? Why are you so slow. "

Lu Shiqing wanted to say that he was already fast enough. Originally, even if he didn't have to go to the Zichen Palace to serve Emperor Huining, he would be surrounded by a group of officials who wanted to get close to him, or he would meet a few ranks in his favor. Those above are here to find fault.

Today is a good day, as soon as the sage said he was going to leave the court, he turned around and stepped out of the Xuanzheng Hall with his back feet. He let the purple strings, the scarlet strings, and the green strings call him, and he walked away as if he didn't hear him. up. That is, when Yuan Yu caught up with him, he said a few more words of nonsense to him.

But he didn't want to tell her this, lest she get carried away, so he said coldly: "You think I'm idle?" After he said that, he knocked on the small table in front of him, motioning her to look for herself.

Yuan Cixian looked down at what he pointed out, and found that his writing was densely packed with Sanskrit that she couldn't understand.

Oh, this is an apology for Xuan's copying of Buddhist scriptures.

She subconsciously glanced at his belt, and smiled embarrassedly: "I'll copy it for you, anyway, it's all ghostly drawn symbols, and you can't read the handwriting." As she spoke, she flipped through his pen and paper, and then copied the gourd. It is described in a scoop.

Lu Shiqing thought she was idle because she was idle, so she didn't care about her at first, but when she filled a sheet of paper, she couldn't help it, frowned and said, "Do you know that Sanskrit also has a way of symmetry?"

Of course Yuan Cixian didn't know.

Lu Shiqing simply took back the pen in her hand and said, "Stop drawing, I'm upset."

Yuan Cixian curled her lips: "You are also a scholar, how can you deprive a person of his ambition to study? I can't, you just teach me!" After finishing speaking, he seduced, "The kind of hand-in-hand teaching..."