I know I was wrong

Yan Shirong and Xue Cuo bit their ears for as long as they danced.

Zhuo Lingguan Yan Shirong's expression changed so much that he couldn't bear to disturb him for a while, but when the dancer girl withdrew and saw his cheeks were flushed, he couldn't help asking him: "Xiao Liu, do you think this dance looks good?"

Wherever Yan Shirong saw the dance, he didn't say it was good-looking, nor did he say it wasn't good-looking, neither side was offended, he just laughed.She doesn't reach out to hit the smiling person, let alone the one with a good smile, Zhuo Ling glanced at him, but she couldn't bear to do anything to him.

In the blink of an eye, the banquet was halfway through, when suddenly there was a sound of a zither coming from outside the courtyard, and through the dark red curtains, it came into the inner courtyard.The sound of the piano is euphemistic, and the lingering sound is endless, just like the continuous spring breeze blowing into everyone's ears.Everyone looked up, and there was a figure indistinctly revealed by the curtain. They didn't know which beautiful woman was playing the piano behind the curtain.

Li Yin made a bow: "Princess listens to zither music very well, this person is the villain's last gift for the princess' birthday."

After all, the people in the four corners slowly rolled up the hanging curtains, revealing a sea of ​​flowers, surrounded by pink flowers, and a girl with red sleeves sat high on the flower platform in the middle, with the breeze blowing and her skirt fluttering.

The stringed sound pours down from the flower platform like a tide, like a trickle in the mountains, flowing thinly, with a lingering aftertaste.

The current song is called "Spring Shirt", and it is playing the thoughts of the youngest daughter's family. It is no wonder that the protagonist of today's banquet is Zhuo Ling.What Qin Yin played was about her boudoir's thoughts, like resentment or admiration, crying like complaining, and everyone listened mesmerized.But she occasionally shifts to a low scale, chopping and wiping, scraping and hooking, but it has a grand style.

Everyone understood that this song was made for Zhuo Ling.

Those with sharp ears can even hear that a part of this song is adapted from the song "Picking the Hairpin" that Cheng Xiu's son-in-law used to court with Zhuo Ling.

This chord and this sound have already touched Zhuo Ling's sad matter, although she is used to the world, the princess who is usually so proud can't help but lower her head, her eyes are red.

Li Yin was quite miraculous when he saw him, the male favorites behind Zhuo Ling each had their own expressions.

Suddenly someone shouted from behind: "Enough, stop playing!"

When Yan Shirong and Xue Cuo turned their heads, it was Xu Yan, who has always been reticent, who said it.

I saw him standing behind with frowning brows, fists clenched, and a worried expression on his face.

Zhuo Ling was woken up like a dream by this sound.

Qin Yin slid her fingers lightly, and then stopped the sound at this moment.

When Zhuo Ling raised her head again, her expression was the same as usual, her phoenix eyes fixedly looked at Qin Yin, with a faint smile on her face, "Miss is good at the piano, thank you."

Qin Yin came down from the stage and saluted respectfully: "Minister Qin Yin, thank you princess."

This is Miss Qin Yin, one of the Three Wonders of Mingzhou, but after staying in Heming Tower for half a year, she is already well-known in Kyoto, and it is hard to find an ordinary one.

"What reward do you want?" Although Zhuo Ling asked Qin Yin, his eyes glanced at Li Yin. With a low glance, the phoenix eyes swept over quickly, and the warning revealed in the eyes could not be more obvious.

No one has ever been able to poke Zhuo Ling's scars. For so many years, Zhuo Ling has imprisoned himself in a shell, paralyzed himself by focusing on other things, and forgot the pain for the time being.But today, the shell was easily pierced by a few strings.At that time, he was young and his clothes were thin, and he had vowed not to return, but unexpectedly, she personally buried the Cheng family in the end.

Li Yin was extremely flustered by Zhuo Ling's stare, he was mistaken by cleverness instead of cleverness.

It should have been thought earlier that the few of them can be Zhuo Ling's male favourites just because they took advantage of their appearance.Without him, it was only because they all had similarities with Cheng Xiu that they were lucky enough to be favored by Zhuo Ling.

Zhuo Ling asked them to wear green shirts, read poems and essays, play the plain qin every day, and personally polished them to look more and more like concubines.

It's just for dreaming back in the middle of the night, dimly lit by candlelight, and seeing a corner of the green shirt so that I can call my son-in-law with peace of mind.

Li Yin suddenly realized that he was just Cheng Xiu's green shirt, a page of poems and a plain qin, but because of his resemblance to Cheng Xiu, he was pitied by Zhuo Ling.

They still can't do Cheng Xiu.

He smiled bitterly, looking at the princess with regret in his eyes.

After thinking for a long time, Qin Yin smiled slightly, leaned forward and said, "When Minnv first came to the capital, she was saved by the Sixth Prince, but she never thanked him. She already had a thousand words in her heart that she wanted to say to the Sixth Prince. Chance."

The whole audience shifted their eyes to Yan Shirong again, and said bitterly: "The Sixth Prince is so lucky."

Yan Shirong stroked his forehead and sighed.

Just now when Xue Cuo asked him if he was in love, he hadn't had time to respond.Yan Shirong likes this person very much in his heart, but he can only say one out of ten.

I like it for a long time, and even say a word in my heart, I hesitate.

There are two words of love in one sentence, but these two words have run through Yan Shirong's ignorant years of youth, the cold winter and scorching heat, and the changing stars. It has long been extremely important, so important that he can't easily mention it.

He was very happy to hear this, and he also wanted Xue Cuo to be happy, but he didn't have time.

He can't say the word love.

He said that he would spend his whole life waiting for him, but how could he have his whole life to give to Xue Cuo?

Yan Shirong could only suppress her smile, "I won't tell you now."

"When can you tell me?"

Yan Shirong couldn't answer.

"September?"

"..."

"October?"

"..."

"November?" Xue Cuo glared at him, and said the deadline: "You must tell me when the first snow falls at the latest."

Yan Shirong didn't speak, Xue Cuo took his hand and hooked it on his own, wondering, "Why are your hands so cold..."

Yan Shirong's hand was curled up in Xue Cuo's fiery palm, covered by layered wide sleeves, others couldn't see what was going on under the sleeves of the two, but it was only for a moment, Yan Shirong shuddered and quickly pulled out his hand , far away from Xue Cuo.

At this time, Yan Shirong looked at Qin Yin slightly startled, Xue Cuo also frowned.

After hearing Qin Yin's words, Zhuo Ling glanced at Yan Shirong, and said: "Yes."

Qin Yin thanked him again and again, quietly looking at Yan Shirong.

This banquet has its own taste, generally speaking, it is better to come than not to come. Minger will go up and brag about Jianchun's four oirans and Mingzhou Zhengjue Qin Yin, which will make those who haven't come envious .

In the end, everyone congratulated Zhuo Ling Qiansui and retired one by one.

Yan Qing was the first to walk, and when he passed by Yan Shirong, he took a look at him and said a few words of concern, but he knew that Yan Shirong used to go in his left ear and out his right ear, and he knew Yan Shirong when he saw Yan Shirong smiling and nodding his head repeatedly. I didn't take it to heart again.Yan Qing glanced at Xue Cuo inexplicably, and left without saying anything.

The ministers also followed him and retreated to the banquet.Everyone dispersed, only servants and maidservants were busy cleaning up in the courtyard, Yan Shirong walked to a small pavilion.

Qin Yin who was on the flower platform had come down a long time ago, twisted her handkerchief and followed Yan Shirong, just now she was calm and composed on the platform, but when she got off the platform, she was as timid as when she first met her.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Shirong found out why Qin Yin was timid - the Commander stared at him, so everyone was afraid.

I saw Xue Cuo leaning on the pavilion and staring at the two playfully, with one foot on the ground and one knee bent on the railing.Qin Yin was tied to the dark room by him and suffered a lot. Now when he saw Xue Cuo, he couldn't help feeling palpitations and fear.

Yan Shirong cleared his throat: "That...you don't need to say thank you, but it's just a small effort, and it's not a disgrace to stay in Heminglou with your piano skills."

It was time to leave, but Qin Yin mustered up the courage to grab Yan Shirong's wide sleeve robe, knelt down at his feet, and called tremblingly: "My lord!"

Any man who walks on the water will not feel his heart flutter when he hears this soft voice?

But the two men in the small pavilion found another way to walk on the dry road, and they didn't feel the sound. Yan Shirong was hesitant, and Xue Cuo was even more impatient.

Yan Shirong said: "How?"

Tears hung on Qin Yin's face, and a bouquet of pear blossoms pressed the crabapple: "My lord doesn't know, the girl has been haunted by dreams since she was rescued by my lord. She is in Jianchun Street, and her heart has already flown to the lord's mansion." Qin Yin sobbed twice and said: "But Minnv knows that she is absolutely not worthy of the prince with her willow appearance. Minnv does not ask for anything else, as long as she can stay with the prince, even if she is a sweeping maid by your side, she is willing to do so!"

Qin Yin looked at Yan Shirong sincerely, and Xue Cuo also looked at him calmly.

Yan Shirong met the gazes of the two, his back felt chilly, and cautiously, he squeezed his two fingers to slightly move away the slender jade finger that he was holding on his wide sleeve, and said softly: "No."

Qin Yin covered her face and sobbed, but still did not give up and said, "My lord, why?"

After hearing this, Xue Cuo's face softened, and he stared at Yan Shirong.

Yan Shirong was very embarrassed for a moment, smiled and said to Xue Cuo: "I am talking to the girl's family, and the commander will not listen. Let's save some face for the girl's family."

Although he didn't like Yan Shirong to let him go and chat with Hua Kui alone, but he was actually relieved when he heard the word "no", so he walked out of the princess mansion without saying a word.

Qin Yin thought it was Yan Shirong who couldn't let go, so her jade hands put on Yan Shirong's wide sleeves again.Unexpectedly, this time, Yan Shirong retreated a few steps, and Qin Yin didn't touch even a corner of his sleeve robe.

Yan Shirong watched the black clothes with red stripes disappear into the windshield of the cave door, his gentle eyebrows and eyes fading away in a gust of breeze.

The wind moves, the sound falls:

"Because of me, I have long been in love with others. I always see him in my heart, and I just wish I could live a long life and grow old with him."

Qin Yin opened his eyes wide, a tear rolled down his eyes, and let Yan Shirong walk towards the door.

Yan Shirong's voice gradually lowered, as if he gave a wry smile, and he didn't know who to say to: "It would be great if I could live a long life and grow old with him..."

Speaking of love is nothing to me. If he wants to hear it, I will talk to him endlessly without shame.

I want to use my love to grind him, soak him, and imprison him until he gets tired of hearing, tired of hearing, calloused his ears, pinches my lips and warns me not to bother him again.

I would pretend to be unhappy and call him by my childhood name over and over again,

Cangyu brother, Cangyu brother.

Don't bother you, how is it possible?

When he walked out of the door, Yan Shirong coughed, covered the blood with a handkerchief, folded and folded the handkerchief again and again, finally crumpled it into a ball, and held it tightly in his cold hands.

He repeated: "How nice it would be..."

September?

October?

November?

Sighing, I don't know if he can survive the first snow this year.

I don't know if he will see Xue Cuo again on the day when the first snow falls.

The author has something to say: Thank you little girl, Minemine, Su Ximiao, Fat House Water who is unqualified in the world

Thank you super fierce, Hongguang Lei

Hhhh why do I think there are more little angels blown out of sugar than baby carriages?