After the new consort

As Liu Changying said, he looked up at Feng Suzhen and Li Zhaoting and asked, "You two just came back from the capital, do you know who Tianxiang is attracted to?"

Originally, it was just a casual question, but unexpectedly found that the two of them had unnatural expressions on their faces, and they suddenly became suspicious, and said in surprise: "Looking at your expressions, is there really someone like you?" Reluctantly asked: "Why don't I remember that there is such a person in the capital, who is so powerful, and can hold Tianxiang?"

Seeing that everyone was looking at the two of them, Li Zhaoting quickly waved his hands to change the topic and said, "Oh, how do we know what the girl is thinking. Go ahead and read the letter, and see what else is said next?"

Only then did Liu Changying pick up the letter again suspiciously, and when he looked at it, his expression suddenly sank, his thick eyebrows were rarely twisted together, his eyes gradually changed from shock to pity, Feng Suzhen hurriedly asked : "What's the matter? Is—what happened?"

Liu Changying lowered his hands slowly, and said to the two in a deep voice, "Chen Daoyi, brother Chen, passed away from illness."

Feng Suzhen and Li Zhaoting were also surprised when they heard the words, and Li Zhaoting hurriedly asked: "Is it Chen Daoyi from the Ministry of Household Affairs? He is only the same age as me. How could it be? What kind of disease did he have?"

"It was said that it was just a cold at first, but after a long period of treatment, he became ill again, and the trouble became worse and worse. I finally couldn't hold on a few days ago... What a pity!" Liu Changying shook his head and couldn't help sighing. Sadness was silent.

After a while, Liu Changying shook the letter paper in his hand again and said: "Brother Zhang is also very sad, but unfortunately it doesn't help the matter, but he said that this matter has made him think through a lot of knots, and it also made me believe in it." Tell Brother Feng," he said looking at Feng Suzhen with obvious searching eyes, and continued: "He said that life is short and the world is impermanent, and you must not be confined to the world and blind your true heart."

Seeing that Feng Suzhen just frowned more tightly without any intention of responding, Liu Changying pointed to the letter on the table and said: "This letter is written by Tianxiang to Brother Feng alone."

Feng Suzhen raised her head and glanced at Liu Changying when she heard the words, as if she didn't see the questions in her eyes at all, she just picked up the letter and put it in her arms without saying a word, and silently responded to the wordless inquiries all around her.Liu Changying couldn't help opening his mouth, and just said "Hey", he was stopped by Li Zhaoting, although he was a little bit annoyed, he had no choice but to give up.

From the moment she got the letter, Feng Suzhen couldn't help guessing, what would Tianxiang write to herself alone?Are you scolding yourself?Or is it full of papers?Or write something interesting?After thinking about thousands of possibilities, none of them seemed like Tianxiang's style. When sitting alone in the room in the evening, the answer to the mystery was finally revealed, and the thin page of blank letter paper in front of her was unexpected.

Feng Suzhen couldn't help smiling wryly, what made her excited for a long time was actually a blank page, but thinking about it, what else could Tianxiang say to herself, what she wanted to say, what she should say, and what she could say, both of them already understood , what good is it to say?But why do you have to send such an empty letter so pretentiously?Is it intentional to let others understand?Do you want to explain that there is no way to say a thousand words?Still want to write back. . . ?This heavenly fragrance is really—oh, naughty.

Subconsciously touched the jade pendant in her bosom, she couldn't help guessing what Tianxiang was doing at the moment, was she with Zhang Shaomin, was she happier?Thinking of Zhang Shaomin saying that Tianxiang often reads in the mansion, there seemed to be a scene in front of her eyes of her disgusting while reading, and then forced herself to read, the corners of her lips unconsciously showed that doting smile.

Yes, every time I think of Tianxiang, my heart is always warm and swollen, mixed with indescribable sadness, I want to leave, but I always think of her when I see everything, this domineering princess, after all, she still wants to break through. Into this barren heart.Even if he doesn't want to face it anymore, he has to admit that his feelings for Tianxiang are probably not just gratitude and guilt.But so what?Tianxiang should have the happiness of celebrating with the whole world, instead of fighting against the hardships of the world. Because life is too short, she should not be tired of paying her sincerely.

This letter... Just treat it as a joke for her.

But what Feng Suzhen didn't expect was that Tianxiang's "joke" was very stubborn. After that, every letter from Zhang Shaomin would be accompanied by a letter from Tianxiang to her alone. Of course, without exception, it was all blank.

Everyone also gradually became accustomed to it from surprise and curiosity. Once Liu Changying couldn't help asking: "Why don't you reply to Tianxiang's letter?"

Feng Suzhen replied calmly: "Didn't they all reply together? Every letter asked how Tianxiang was doing recently. Why did you forget?"

"I mean, I don't see any letters you wrote to Tianxiang alone. They give you every letter individually." After all, Liu Changying is Tanhualang. Although the truth is beyond his imagination, after so many days of getting along and All kinds of signs were already well known in his mind, knowing that Feng Suzhen was pretending to be confused, so he had no choice but to point out the emphasis.

"Oh, you want to know? Then you write a letter to ask Tianxiang." It was still a light answer, leaving Liu Changying gritted his teeth, but after all, he still didn't dare to provoke Tianxiang.

As the weather gradually warms up, flowers are blooming everywhere, and spring is full of joy. This year's Jiangnan Spring Festival will also be held as scheduled.The so-called spring meeting is nothing more than taking advantage of the pleasant weather and beautiful scenery in spring to gather some literati and scholars to recite poems and compose Fu together. Whether it was in Miaozhou before or in the capital, Feng Suzhen has participated in such gatherings many times, so I'm not unfamiliar or curious, and I don't intend to attract people's attention. I just came to see what kind of demeanor these well-known Jiangnan talents are all over the world.

The initial process was roughly the same. They were all impromptu poetry games like beating drums to pass flowers, Qushui Liushang and so on. It is chic, elegant, and charming, and it makes people feel long-lasting and lingering meanings when listening to and reading it.

And Feng Suzhen's state of mind after several years of life and death in court is naturally different from the children in front of her who only love to sing and sing. She has a different style and is rarely complimented, and she doesn't care at all.

When Mr. Meng brought Meng Yanran to the scene, Feng Suzhen obviously felt that the atmosphere suddenly became warm. Perhaps the monotonous writing of poems made everyone feel a little boring, especially when Meng Yanran was sitting in front of Jiao Weiqin, some people even started to write poems. Whispering.Mr. Meng looked around, paused for a moment, and said: "You guys are so talented that Meng admires it. It is rare to get together in the Spring Festival. I hope everyone will have a good time and have fun! Today is the same as in previous years, and the little girl will take me to play the piano. , to cheer you up."

With the sound of the piano, the surrounding immediately became silent, only the slight breeze and gurgling water echoed the sound of the piano, Feng Suzhen couldn't help being slightly startled, unexpectedly Meng Yanran's piano skills were so superb, the ancient song she played at this time was actually It is very lonely and dangerous, but under her hands, it is as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water with long meaning, which is really skillful.Just as she was thinking about it, two syllables were skipped in her smooth and calm performance. Feng Suzhen raised her head and looked at Meng Yanran suspiciously. It was a surprised meal. Before Feng Suzhen had time to react, she heard the sound of the piano suddenly missed four or five times, so she hurriedly looked away and looked around. It seemed that no one noticed this short accident. Immersed in the faint sound of the piano, I finally felt relieved, and the sound of the piano finally returned to its previous coherence and stability.

After the song ended, the lingering sound lingered, and after a moment of silence, everyone began to applaud as expected. Feng Suzhen still watched from a distance, and only smiled when Meng Yanran looked over, but this slight smile made people around Meng Yanran who nodded her thanks blushed.

Afterwards, the Spring Festival still consisted of composing poems, chanting lyrics, enjoying the scenery and painting. Feng Suzhen gradually stopped participating and just watched from the sidelines. After a while, she found out that a child brought tea. When she first smelled it, she knew it was refreshing, mellow and refreshing. Only then did I realize that it was Master Meng who brought the tea to enhance the poetic quality, and after thinking about it for a while, he gave a wry smile. Although the tea is good, it must be because of Meng Yanran's hard work. Come on, Master Meng is sitting upright again, I'm afraid it's all up to Yanran.

Left and right themselves had nothing to do, so they came out of the pavilion, and sure enough, Meng Yanran was playing with a bunch of tea sets in the open space behind the hall, Feng Suzhen stepped forward and smiled, "It seems that two or three people are good at drinking tea, These dozen or so people drinking together are really overwhelming."

Meng Yanran turned her head in surprise, and said awkwardly, "Brother Feng? You...why did you come out?"

"I'm at the end of my talents, I can't write poems anyway, but I know a little bit about the tea ceremony." As he spoke, he stepped forward to help Meng Yanran make tea together.

Seeing her reach out her hand, Meng Yanran hurriedly stopped her, "How does this make—"

"Why, are you afraid that I will spoil this good tea?" Feng Suzhen intentionally misinterpreted: "Don't worry, I have learned some before, or you can try it first when I make a pot of tea?"

Meng Yanran shook her head blushingly and explained: "Of course not, it's just this..." But she didn't know how to proceed.

"Then don't do this and that!" Feng Suzhen's subordinates didn't stop, she raised her chin to the side and said: "Let's finish brewing quickly, and these children can go to rest."

"Then...there is Brother Laofeng." Meng Yanran could only lower her head to respond, seeing the slender white hands beside her from the corner of her eyes, her skillful movements couldn't help becoming a little nervous.