Homecoming Ballad (GL)

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"What's the errand?" It was the mouth that turned faster than the brain, and Tang Ci blurted out before he could recall the memorials and newspapers that had been sent to the Imperial Academy recently, hoping to find clues.

Even Shen Yi, the number one scholar, is still studying government affairs in the Imperial Academy, and Tang Ci, a mere supplementary Tanhua, has given him an extra errand. This is a great happy event. The subtle shape of the day was very different and impatient, and said: "The thirteenth of next month will be the birthday of Princess An Ning. Your Majesty has appointed you to write a congratulatory message!"

Princess Anning...Eldest Princess Anning?!

Tang Ci took a slight step back, took a few deep breaths of cold air, clenched his hands tightly into fists covered in the wide sleeves of his robe, calmed down, grinned forcefully and asked with a slight smile: "Which Princess An Ning, How come I've never heard of it."

How does this look like someone who has never heard of it? Zhang Ji rolled his round eyes, thinking that Tang Ci did not seem to be someone who deliberately made things difficult for him with old court secrets, so he suppressed his doubts and leaned forward to explain: "His Royal Highness An Ning Living in the deep palace all year round, recuperating from illness and self-cultivation, rarely showing up, adults should not know..."

"Healing and self-cultivation? Is she sick? What's the disease?" Before Zhang Ji could finish his sentence, Tang Ci grabbed his shoulders and asked questions like gunshots, wanting to tear apart.

Zhang Ji was full of astonishment, and said dully: "You are crazy, you have been ill for about ten years. Your majesty is kind and loving, and invited imperial doctors and even famous folk doctors to treat his illness, but none of them recovered."

"Crazy...Crazy..." Tang Ci murmured and repeated several times, his footsteps swayed, his eyes were sluggish and dull, and the corners of his mouth were pulled into a sarcastic smile, "Benevolence and kindness? Kindness and kindness... so kind !"

Zhang Ji's shoulders ached from being pinched by Tang Ci, and he was only trying to break free from it, but he couldn't distinguish her intriguing and worthwhile tone for a moment.In the past, when serving in front of the imperial court, I heard people talk about Tangci's perverted and eccentric temperament. Today, when I got the emperor's oral order, I came here tremblingly, but as the saying goes, a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands. Amazing strength?

After a long time, Tang Cifang lowered his eyelids, let go of his hands, and bowed to salute: "Tang has received His Majesty's grace. He is young and energetic and can't hide his joy. He is so abrupt. I hope my father-in-law will be tolerant." She paused again, and said lightly, "I will definitely do my best in the congratulatory message, and I will give it a beautiful pen and ink, and please give me a few good words in front of His Majesty."

Zhang Ji grinned and rubbed his shoulders, Tang Ci suddenly stuffed a piece of silver, and the groaning stopped abruptly.He looked around vigilantly, and put it in his arms calmly, with a smile on his face: "It's easy to say, easy to say! Master Tang just chooses words and sentences calmly, so the servant will go back to report the matter?"

Tang Ci raised his hand and said, "Eunuch, please go ahead."

When the corner of the green robe was hidden in the corner door and could not be found again, Tangci turned his back and leaned on the trunk of a sycamore tree that was thick enough to hug, closing his eyes and sobbing.

"Mother, didn't you say that I can see my little sister today? Where is she?" The three or four-year-old child had just grown to the height of an adult's knees, and his little hand dragged the luxuriously dressed young woman beside him a few times. The voice was childish but not timid, which made everyone in the hall burst into laughter.

The woman also covered her face with a fan and let out a small laugh, touched the back of the child's neck, pointed with a distant hand, and said softly: "Silly child, isn't that your sister?"

The child swayed towards the woman with delicate hands and feet. He was a little shorter, stepped on his feet and looked at it. He frowned and exclaimed: "Wrinkled, so ugly!"

Babies have three baths today, the most taboo is foul language, let alone their biological mother watching by the side?

The woman took a few steps closer, patted the child on the head, and reprimanded him sternly: "Don't talk nonsense."

The woman who was a few years older than him, although her face was as white as paper due to the exhaustion of childbirth, could not hide her beautiful appearance, she hurriedly embraced the extremely wronged child into her arms, rubbed her head distressedly, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay It's nothing, Yongjia doesn't care about it, my sister is too strict, be careful to scare her."

The white horse passes through the gap, jumping the sun and the moon.

It is also the summer of the year, and the envoys of the vassal states pay tribute to rare treasures.

The three or four-year-old girl was held on her mother's lap, her dark eyes skipped over the piles of delicate gadgets on the square table, and stared straight at the string of pearls in the hands of her sister who was several heads taller than herself, unable to look away.

"Yongjia, you are the elder sister, An Ning is the younger sister, you should be courteous." The woman sitting in the center has no trace of age on her face, and her tone is still calm and indifferent.

Yongjia casually picked up another string of pearls on the table, held it out to An Ning, waved it in front of An Ning, and said with a cold face, "This is a couple, what do you want?"

An Ning nodded with a vague understanding, and reached out with her little hand, touching the end of the string of pearls, it was cool.

Yongjia pulled his hand violently, and with a clever look in his eyes, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Call me sister."

An Ning has grown up to this age, except for "Father Emperor" and "Mother Concubine", she has almost never called anyone else, it is a time of worry and helplessness.

After a while, An Ning softly said: "Sister." It didn't sound jerky, but logically it was caused by a warm and cowardly temperament, and everyone was relieved.

The woman stroked the back of Yongjia's neck in relief, and heard her leaning into An Ning's ear, thinking that no one could hear her, "Hanshan was ill, so he took medicine and went to sleep. When she wakes up, don't mention it in front of her." This matter, or I will take your pearl back!"

He looked at An Ning's mother and smiled, quite helplessly. This child knew how to threaten with money at a young age.

Seeing An Ning nodding, Yongjia carefully put the third string of pearls left on the table together with his own string.

The past is like smoke, and the past is like a dream.

The smoke curled up endlessly, and the dreamland surrounded him without rest, like the sharp point of a hob, it was a frightening dream for a long time.

When I opened my eyes, I looked at the square sky in the distance cut and pieced together by the cornices of bricks and tiles. Although it was as transparent and clear as before, the coolness poured from the heart to the fingertips, and it hurt so much!

Huixian Tower.

It was almost late at night, there were very few customers drinking and drinking tea, half of the doors of the shop were closed, and occasionally one or two came in in a hurry, and they also came to drink wine with a flagon.

The shopkeeper stood behind the counter and ate melon seeds, and looked a few steps away. Tang Ci sat alone at the table, and another pot of wine was drained.

What's wrong with Tang Ci... what's going on today? Don't make any trouble drinking here by yourself, Beijing is not at peace recently, and troubles can be avoided as much as possible.

He hurriedly stood up and called the industrious Xiao Er, winking.

Xiao Er understood, and each mixed a few scoops of water when fetching the wine.

Suddenly, a young woman walked in with a pipa in her arms, looked around shyly, and saw that the shopkeeper had no intention of chasing her away, and the guests were kind-hearted, so she played and sang the lyrics.Taiping Shengshi likes to talk about the love between Yingying, Yanyan and women, and most of the songs she chooses are from the boudoir Xichun of "Huajian Ji". People were fascinated by it and won applause from the whole house.

This kind of musicians who come in without calling and sing at the seats, and the musicians who make a living are called Zhake. Most of the top restaurants in the capital drive them away, and Huixianlou is no exception during the day. At night, they only want to show kindness. Keep your eyes open as much as possible.

This woman was lucky, and she was rewarded with some money not long after, and a flirtatious young man threw a folding fan at her, and he knew it was worth a lot just from the ivory fan bones.

Most of the poor are content with their happiness and cannot look forward to Sichuan. The woman thanked her with a bow and turned to leave.

Suddenly a heavy bag of money was thrown from the side, the woman immediately caught it, and went to look for the rich official.

Tang Ci held the mouth of the altar with one hand, poured it heavily, hiccupped, and pointed at the woman frequently with his jade finger, shaking his head and shouting: "What are you going? It's not closed yet! But this shopkeeper who is as stingy as Yan Jiansheng kicked him out again ?"

The face of the shopkeeper who suffered from the misfortune of the pond turned pale, because Tangci is now an official and it is not easy to get angry, so he slandered: I don’t know how many jars of hibiscus liquid you have paid on credit these few years, and each jar is worth five dollars. Ten Wen and silver coins! I also allowed you to drink here, why are you being stingy?