Bronze Sparrow Spring Deep

The day to go out of the palace was set on July [-]th. The emperor just found an excuse to take a rest, and the ministers were also happy. Thinking of the beautiful scenery of the Jiangnan water town, Shu Yi couldn't wait. Even he himself didn't know why he couldn't wait. Maybe I really don't know, or maybe I don't want to think about it, for fear that the answer will disturb my heart and disturb my soul.

Ye Lai You Meng, his cry of blood that night was still in my ears, sometimes Shu Yi would think, if he hadn't made sarcastic remarks and turned away that day, even if he pulled him up and said a lukewarm word, he wouldn't have Forced the child to leave the palace resolutely.The deeper the love, the more decisive the walk.

But no matter what, he is the king, Cheng Huan is the minister, and the minister, with the king as the superior, goes out of the palace privately. This time the mighty emperor finally suffered from being dumb. No matter how angry he was, Cheng Huan, who was far away in the sky, couldn't see him. Even if he gritted his teeth, he could only swallow it in his stomach.

Unknowingly, Shu Yi once again came to the gate of Wende Palace with his legs and feet disobedient for no reason after coming down to court. I don’t know how many times this kind of "unknowingly" and "for no reason" happened in a year, even if Shu Yi He intentionally avoids it, but he can't go against his legs and feet. He comforts himself over and over again, it has nothing to do with his heart.

There are only two servants left in the deserted and unpopular Wende Palace. One is devastated all day long, and the other only knows how to sweep the floor all day. A good place is the geomantic treasure that Cheng Huan chose four years ago, so it was abandoned like this. It has become a palace that is only better than the cold palace.

Standing at the gate of the palace, gusts of cold wind gushed out from inside, if it was usual, Cheng Huan would have ran out happily, snuggled up to her side, like a well-behaved cat, thinking about what kind of snacks Chun'er made today.

It turns out that the habit is so terrible.

Walking into Wende Palace, the eunuch was still sweeping the ground non-stop, there were no people there, it was deserted, even the wind was raging, blowing the leaves rustling, dust flying, sweeping once, the wind blowing and sweeping again , again and again, every day.

The eunuch suddenly noticed Shu Yi, as if he was used to it, knelt down to pay his respects, Shu Yi was a little dissatisfied, but he didn't know where he was dissatisfied, he was obviously polite and thoughtful, and he didn't panic, there was nothing to blame, but he was dissatisfied.

The correct way to do it would be to be surprised and rush to greet Ann, so that Shuyi would realize that he actually didn't come very often.

Shu Yi heard that sad, suppressed cry again, if it wasn't for the silence in the yard, maybe such a wronged voice would not have been noticed by anyone, it was the palace servant who was serving Cheng Huan, he knew , a pretty girl, has been staying here, disregarding her good life, as if she wants to stay here until she grows old.

Shuyi came nine times, and six times she would see her crying alone. She was missing that handsome young man, the master she had served for four years.

In fact, Chun'er had talked a lot with Shuyi, occasionally, Shuyi would sit in the room all night, as if he was waiting for something, or remembering something, Chun'er only knew the heart of a prince, but not the emperor I don't care when people are there, why do they pose like this when they leave.The young master's peerless smile and unparalleled appearance and figure were held tightly in the hands of the emperor, and he let them go with his own hands.

If it wasn't for Shu Yi, the young master would not have left.So Chun'er resented, Chun'er hated, but there was nothing he could do.

Chun'er can only boldly guess Shuyi's thoughts, show Shen Yanzhi who Shuyi doesn't know, Shen Yanzhi who she knows well, and the real Shen Yanzhi in front of Shuyi, and tell him clearly that she has served four years. The young master is no worse than any other man in this world.

Why should you be honorable, why should you be humble, and why should the sincerity of the young master be trampled like this.

Chun'er, who was sitting in the porch, raised her head quietly, saw Shuyi's dragon robe, suddenly stopped crying, got up and saluted, and said indifferently, "Is the emperor here to see the painting again?"

Chun'er told Shuyi that in fact Cheng Huan was a good handwriter and a wonderful painter, and he also liked to read books. Those scrolls in the room were not decorations, but things he would read every day and night.But everyone doesn't know that the Cheng Huan he sees is just the way Cheng Huan wants him to see, Cheng Huan with caution in his charm and melancholy in his smile.

Shuyi said indifferently, "I'm just here to sit down"

Then he stepped forward and pushed open the door, the inside was spotlessly clean, cleaned every day, and he dared not slack off every day.

Sitting on the bed by the window, looking around, the room was empty.I remember that day Cheng Huan smashed all the things in the house, and he didn't care when everything was there, and he didn't know what was missing until the house was empty.

His favorite Hui ink, his favorite "A Dream of the Southern Dynasties", and all kinds of porcelain vases are all his favorite patterns. In one year, his heart went from calm to turbulent waves, and then calmed down again.That person named Cheng Huan spent four years, leaving everything indelible by his side, not only a plate of good ink, but also warm tea with just the right amount of hot and cold, pastries with just the right amount of sweetness. The small dishes of the heart, each one is painstaking efforts.

It's yearning, it's reluctance, but Shuyi still refuses to admit that he was moved.

How could he be tempted? He is just a dispensable person. What can't be replaced or forgotten?

But there will always be a picture of the maple forest that Cheng Huan made up in his mind, the red leaves are all over the ground, the autumn wind is bitter, and although there is no autumn rain, he still stands with an umbrella.

There is also the screen that he painted by himself, which is just a simple picture of the sunset. It was when Cheng Huan first entered the palace. Seeing that the emerald screen for playing fish in his room was suddenly replaced by a wooden fan, he asked curiously. One sentence, how did he respond at that time?

She seemed to be smiling, her eyes filled with joy and pride, and her vermilion lips parted slightly, "The emerald ones are too eye-catching in the room, why not replace them with this one—"

Cheng Huan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by him, he said, "The painting is a good painting, which painter did it? Cheng Huan, don't play with words like those literati, you add a little bit of bookishness, I don't like it "

Shuyi can still recall the look in his eyes at that time, but at this moment, it suddenly dawned on him that the eyes that flashed with surprise for a moment and suddenly felt lonely were called disappointment.

He hid it tremblingly, just because he said something he didn't like, he was wronged, he was sad, but he never became the real him in front of him, so how could he trust him?

How can he find out?How can you blame him for not understanding?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind, maybe it might be a good thing to just let him go.

Shuyi once again left Wende Palace with a bad expression, like this every time, coming with heavy thoughts, sitting in the room, looking around, staying for a while, and then leaving angrily.The endless longing seems to be irresistible like a surging river, and it seems that only in this way can this longing be stopped. No one can guess the emperor's heart.

Even Shuyi himself couldn't see clearly.

As night fell, Shuyi summoned the dark guard again. The dark guard was worried. After all, the emperor's confession last year still had no results. Although the emperor never blamed him, but after all, the king's heart is unpredictable. Is it stepping into the gate of hell?

It's just that this time the hidden guard was wrong to worry, the emperor just stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, the breeze blew through his hair, and the flaps of his clothes fluttered with melancholy and remorse. He spoke slowly, as if it took him a long time to make this decision.

"From now on, there is no need to search again"

The dark guard was taken aback, not knowing what he meant, they had worked so hard to find someone for a year, and they just stopped looking?Although it is not a bad thing for them, it is not a waste of work this year.But he didn't dare to say these words, he hurriedly replied "Yes, this subordinate obeys", and then quietly disappeared into the night under Shuyi's screen.

In fact, Shu Yi was not reconciled.

He also wanted to see that child, to see him writing and drawing on rice paper, to hear his lonely voice like a spring, and to take a closer look at that unbelievably beautiful face, those star-like eyes that flowed under the moonlight, hiding everything The eyebrows and the corners of the eyes, and the slender figure wrapped under the gown with the Suzhou embroidered cloud pattern...

But he doesn't want to search any more, it's like a silent war, the longer he searches, the more he loses his dignity as an emperor, it's just a taboo, he ran away as soon as he ran, it's a holy grace not to blame, why bother to try again Searching?

Shuyi seems to feel that if he continues to search, he will lose...

It seemed that only in this way could he prove that he was really not tempted.

Forget it, Shu Yi thinks so, forget it.

On July [-]th, Shuyi's "mighty" team set off from the capital. Because this trip was considered a small tour, Shuyi didn't bring many guards with him. He was only accompanied by Xie Quan, who was always on guard, and a few palace officials. The rest of the hidden guards were protecting them along the way, and when others saw it, they only thought it was some young master who was playing.

Just after noon that day, Shuyi and his party settled in Jiangzhen. It is the fastest way to get to Shanyin Kuaiji from here, but it will take a whole day, so they decided to rest here for one night, and return early the next morning. Walk.

After booking the inn, I heard people around me mentioning a "Mr. Shen" unanimously. I was puzzled, so I asked Xiao Er to ask.Xiao Er smiled and said, "This master is from another place at a glance, no wonder he knows Mr. Shen from our Jiang Town, the powder and ointment he makes are really amazing, everyone in our Jiang Town, old or young, has a copy You can also go and have a look, the sweet-scented osmanthus is in bloom recently, and the sweet-scented osmanthus powder is selling very well.”

Shuyi heard that it was interesting, so he asked Xiaoer where he was, and Xiaoer roughly pointed in one direction, "It's on West Street, at the entrance of Yipinju. Speaking of this Pinjuye, you must also try it. The dishes made by their cook are It's no worse than the royal chef in the palace!"

Xiao Er's boast was full of hype, but it aroused Shu Yi's curiosity. After lunch, Shu Yi took only one eunuch to the West Street that Xiao Er said, and asked many people along the way. I found "Yipinju" everywhere, but I was wondering why such a famous place chose such a remote storefront?

Just as he was wondering, Shu Yi finally noticed the booth opposite to Yipinju. It was a young man in green shirt. He couldn't see his face clearly from a distance, but he had a good temperament at a glance, but he saw that his eyes were tied with three-finger-wide silk Take, looks like a blind man.

There were only a few girls beside the booth, and Shuyi waited for them to leave reluctantly before approaching, and took a good look at the "Mr. Shen" who was well-known in Jiangzhen.

Even though the eyes are covered by white silk, the nose and mouth, the long hair like a waterfall, and the fingers like jade that manipulate the incense box are like balls of flames, burning Shu Yi's heart to ashes in an instant.

Her appearance is flawless, her figure is excellent, her every move is shockingly handsome, and her every frown and smile is intoxicating.

Who is this person, isn't it that he has been searching for a whole year but still has no results, he is about to give up after a year of study, and he has never stopped thinking about it for a year-Cheng Huan?