Xiaohou Ye and his childhood sweetheart

Huiwang Mansion.

Hua Yang sat in front of the chessboard and talked with Xiao Xingshou, but as expected, he still lost.

At that time, Xiao Xing's expression was so indifferent that he couldn't see how sad he was. Looking carefully, there was still a little tenderness on the brows.

After winning the chess game, Hua Yang was willing to accept the bet and presented the poems brought from the Hou's mansion, and said in admiration: "Huai Zong really deserves to be a famous romantic talent in our Luan country, with such talents, it's a match made in heaven for you two to get together. "

Xiao Xing focused his attention on the poems and remained silent for a while.

After a cup of tea, I saw her slowly put the poem in the book at hand, which meant clearly: the poem belonged to her.

She also remembered the one hundred and eighth poem that Lantai Huaizong had privately collected that day.

What was that poem about?

"Tsk, do you want to do this? Every time this princess works so hard to get poems from Huai Zong, they will always fall into your pocket in the end. Tell me, what will happen if Huai Zong knows that you secretly wrote many of her poems?" think?"

Xiao Xing smiled and raised his eyebrows unhurriedly: "Will you tell her?"

Princess Huayang laughed loudly: "That's not true. She is a close friend, and you are a younger sister. How can I have any reason to abandon my sister and go to a close friend? If others can't get involved in your affairs, even if they get involved, it's also making trouble." .”

Xiao Xing agreed, and nodded: "Yes, just like before, making trouble."

"Haha, Xiao Jiu, if you arrange Brother Huang like this, aren't you afraid that he will be sad when he finds out?"

"I'm telling the truth." Xiao Xing put the chess pieces one by one into the chess box: "You don't know what I was tossed about during those days, the emperor and the empress drove people to death."

Hua Yang suppressed a smile: "Didn't the emperor also compensate you? The gold painting brush I liked, he sent someone to bring it to you without blinking. Wasn't it to coax you to calm down? The emperor did that, it was all for How about you and Huai Zong?"

Xiao Xing said softly: "However, Huai Zong suffered worse than me, she was forced into the coffin, and she was dragged out by Nanny Liu when she lifted the coffin lid..."

Huayang Jue said: "The world should really let the world see how the romantic and talented Huai Zong hid in the coffin!" She laughed until tears flowed, and asked: "What else is there, tell me, this princess will make fun of her!"

Xiao Xing stopped talking: "I won't tell you."

"Hey? That's boring. You can't have fun alone, right? Huai Zong is such a face-saving person, he can make fun of her only once. Hurry up and talk..."

Ajiu walked over slowly, saluted and said: "Princess, the servants of the Marquis of Linchun's residence are ordered by the Marquis to come to pay their respects."

Hua Yang was startled: "Huai Zong's actions are very fast, so I figured out how to coax you so quickly?"

Xiao Xing ignored her joke: "Please come in."

"The princess is quite curious about the way Lin Chunhou apologized, Xiao Jiu, do you think she will cry and repent to you in the letter?"

Following her train of thought, Xiao Xing roughly thought about it, imagining Huai Zong crying and begging her for peace, his hairs couldn't help but stand on end, she said: "No."

Huai Zong was a dead duck with a stubborn mouth, expecting her to cry and subdue, it would be better to expect the sun to come out from the west.

Ah Jing was led in by the maid Ah Jiu, and knelt down on the ground: "I have seen the princess, I have seen the princess." After finishing speaking, he offered the big and thick envelope with both hands.

Xiao Xing didn't open the letter for the first time, his cool eyes fell on Princess Huayang, evoking a sense of silence.

Hua Yang blinked in a daze, and then small flames of anger mixed with inexplicable resentment gushed out from his eyes: "Well, you Xiao Xing, throw it away when you're done using it, you're really a husband and wife!"

Princess Dongling smiled softly: "Don't put me and Huai Zong together, if you want to follow along, that's like a woman singing a husband's suit."

"Stingy ghost, if you don't watch it, don't watch it. The princess is going back to the palace first."

Hua Yang drank the tea and said with disgust: "You treat Huai Zong as a baby, but she will leave you behind without saying a word. If you want me to tell you, just leave her alone and let her teach you a lesson. Heh, You two? Nemesis!"

Xiao Xing was noncommittal, got up to see off the guests.

On the contrary, seeing her indifferent and reticent appearance, Huayang was very angry.

From the standpoint of a friend, she hopes that Xiao Xing and Huai Zong's lover will eventually get married, but these two people are very interesting, and they can't help but feel happy or angry.

Today there is a lot of quarrel, but tomorrow she can be tender and affectionate. She is caught in the middle, and she is tired of watching.A heart was torn into two in a trance, hum, it's better to be Xu Xu, Xu Xu never bothers her.

The palace was quiet, and Hua Yang was sent away, Xiao Xing returned to the main hall without rushing to read the letter, and carried Ah Jue to the lotus pond to enjoy the scenery.

The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun.The poems are well written, and the scenery is even better.

The white cat meowed and licked Xiao Xing's palm with its small pink tongue, it was warm and soft with a little bit of moisture.Huai Zong often complained that she was hot-tempered and sullen, but this time Xiao Xing was not angry anymore.

After taking the sachet full of heartfelt words from the marriage tree, all her anger was taken away by the word "like", and all her arrogance was burned in that spring breeze——Huai Zong said he liked it five years ago, but five years later Today, Xiao Xing is also willing to believe that she really likes it.

I hope we are of the same mind.

She didn't allow Huai Zong to enter the mansion, nor did she want to see her, it meant to teach her a lesson, but also meant to be ashamed.After understanding the other party's intentions, Xiao Xing, who is as calm as he is, will also be nervous and flustered.

She has to digest Huai Zong's liking slowly. 'It's best to brew that throbbing wine into a mellow and intoxicating wine, dreaming back at midnight, and the room is full of fragrance.

Then slowly settle down, and slowly give back his love for Huai Zong.

She knew this intention, even if Huai refused to say it in person, she had the right to pretend not to know, pretended not to hear, and would not ask.

After three years of cold and heated scolding, she and Huai Zong both needed a breakthrough to slowly release their deep feelings.

The envelope feels very good to the touch, and it is made of the famous Huanhua paper in Luan City.Twirling away the red clay seal with his fingertips, Xiao Xing slightly curled his lips, and what came into view were small paintings with delicate brushwork.

As a man, Huai Zong's thoughtfulness is so delicate that even a woman raised in a deep boudoir can't match it.

The sky is clear, the breeze reverberates in the valley and the west mountain. A gentle and bright girl holds a cat in her arms and climbs up the stairs step by step. Her long black and beautiful hair is entangled with the wind. She is tall and slim, exuding a youthful atmosphere all over her body. Laughing, the air is filled with sweetness.

The cat lazily opened its eyes in its arms, its round pupils filled with curiosity about everything in the world, the girl's palms were warm, and her white nails dazzled the eyes beautifully under the sunlight.The red lips parted slightly, and he waved his arms towards the boy under the peach blossom tree not far away, looking at the mouth shape, it seemed that he was calling someone's name.

Ah Zong.

Xiao Xing said silently in his heart.

She didn't expect that Huai Zong's way of apologizing was not to say a single word, but to express everything that could be said through small paintings.

That was their best teenage years.

The pure and youthful affection, all the unspeakable things are melted into the lines, the simple and careful lines outline the Xiao Xing and Huai Zong back then.

With a casual glance, the past comes to mind.

Huai Zong's brushwork is not superb, but it is the best apology Xiao Xing has received in these years.

Another painting was opened.

The wind blew past Xiao Xing's ears, and the young man was resting on a pair of jade legs, with a foxtail in his mouth: "Ah Xing, I told you not to mess around. Look, I'm fine now. I sprained my ankle. Let's go back before dark." If you don’t go, Uncle Xiao will have to blame me for abducting his jewel.”

"So what? Rabbits are so cute, why don't you catch them and roast them? A Zong, don't the roasted rabbit legs I made taste good? Why do you turn your face and deny anyone when you are full?"

"No way." The young man raised a smile: "I was wrong just now. It is my duty to protect Ah Xing. In order to protect Ah Xing, what is a sprained foot?"

"Hmph, you still have this level of awareness." The girl lay on the green grass with her arms under her pillow, "The scenery here is so beautiful, it's okay if you don't go home."

She moved her body and whispered softly, "Ah Zong, my legs are almost numb from your pressure, how long do you want to sleep on?"

The boy smiled and tilted his head: "Pillow for a lifetime."

Memories come to an abrupt end.

Xiao Xing's eyes were soft, soaked in sparkling water, and the painting was lifted again.

This time, Huai Zong was nowhere to be seen, only the young Xiao Xing sat alone on the top of the mountain playing the piano.

The Seven Nations jointly organized the "Xiange", determined to select the most promising and outstanding son of heaven, to inherit the mantle of the qin sage.

That time Huai Zong was ill, unfortunately he couldn't follow him, Xiao Xing carried the qin in his arms and went to Yunguo under the escort of the guards. In the end, he played the qin on the top of the mountain, moving the world with his music.To become the most promising latecomer to surpass the qin sage and play the Requiem among the world's population.

Xiao Xing didn't care about the reputation that everyone gave to him. After the competition, he couldn't wait to participate in the celebrity feast. The news came from Luan Kingdom that Linchun's young master accidentally broke his leg while riding a horse. Abandoning everyone, she hurried back to the country.

Stepping into the Hou's mansion, seeing the young man who was stably injured and sleeping on the couch, his heart was finally settled.

You can understand infatuation when you are young, and caring has long been engraved into the bone marrow with time.

Huai Zong was injured, and based on what everyone heard, he drew a picture of playing the piano on the top of a mountain.

In that painting back then, there were breezes, insects and birds, flowers and trees, zithers, people, the staring look of a young girl, and the awe-inspiring arrogance of bowing and raising one's head.

Now in this painting, there is a high place that is too cold, there is a secret lingering love, and there is a girl's most touching and careless gentle smile.

In different periods, Xiao Xing, who Huai Zong puts in his eyes, has different beauty in his works.

And growth is clearly visible.

Once young, now the ignorance is far away, and the time of unscrupulousness is also far away. The girl already knows how to advance and retreat, and understands the truth... with. Bud. Wait. Let go.

From being ignorant of their childhood sweethearts when they were young, to losing their youthfulness, they are all growing up, and there are too many involuntary things hidden behind the growth.

Huai Zong, is this what you want to say?

She kept each painting carefully, but the memories about the youth could not fade from Xiao Xing's mind for a while.

She remembered that after Huai Zong finished painting this picture of playing the piano on the top of the mountain, on the night of Qixi Festival, spies from Xun Kingdom sneaked into Luan City, and locked their eyes on the young dignitaries in the noisy night market, trying to trigger an unprecedented crisis in the circle of celebrities in Luan Kingdom. sensation.

At the age of 13, she was taken captive by spies. In order to protect her, Huai Zong dared to rush to the den of thieves with five generals, not waiting for her father to lead troops to rescue her.

At that time, the military literacy that had been integrated into the marrow of the Huai family for generations was truly awakened in front of everyone. There were only six people in the Huai family. She was brought out from the woodshed.

On the night when swords danced wildly, blood and fire soared into the sky, Huai Zong fought and retreated, risking his life for her to be safe and sound.

Xiao Xing remembered that there was a long and narrow scar from Huai Zong's shoulder to his back, the knife was extremely ruthless and dangerous, but now that he thought of it, there was only blood in his eyes and Huai Zong's suppressed pain that flowed from his throat when he comforted her in a low voice.

Obviously Huai Zong never mentioned these things, Xiao Xing just couldn't forget them.

They have too many memories, buried in their hearts, and opening a crack casually can lead people to sink into endless dreams.A lot of touching and exciting, not to say, does not mean not to remember.

She actually admired Huai Zong, and was glad that Huai Zong never played tricks in front of her.

With just a few strokes, a palm-sized small painting, Xiao Xing would rather give up his life for her.If Huai Zong was more cunning, how could there be room for Xiao Xing to be willful and arrogant?

The young man is emotional, throwing away his helmet and armor, so he has no choice but to surrender.

Being able to force Huai Zong to express her feelings through painting shows that she is afraid.

Xiao Xing looked at the koi swimming in the lotus pond with reddish eyes, thinking: Is Huai Zong afraid that the old things will repeat and he will be divorced?

She smiled lightly, her smile was brighter than spring.

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