Jinsu Liuguang Lightly Worrying about the Years

Jin Ye knelt down as Liu Quan said: "Your servant accepts the ceremony."

Liu Quan turned around, took the hat symbolizing status from the maid behind him, and handed it to Jin Jingyun.

Jin Jingyun's breathing was already very weak, but he forced himself to hold his breath, refused Xiao Qianyou's support, picked up his hat and walked in front of Jin Ye, looked down at him, and did not move for a long time.

Jin Ye lowered his head, and when he raised his head in doubt, something suddenly fell in front of his eyes. He fixed his eyes and saw that there were many "fireworks" in full bloom, and the color was so bright.When he looked up, he saw traces of blood dripping from the corner of Jin Jingyun's mouth, and he couldn't help being shocked. "Father?"

Jin Jingyun frowned, took a deep breath, signaled Jin Ye not to speak, solemnly put the hat in his hand on Jin Ye's head, and smiled. It turned out that he was actually somewhat similar to himself. own year. "I have no regrets in my life."

In that year, he had great ambitions, he was proud of his youth, he played with half of the country, one person was under ten thousand people, and he would rule the world in a short time.Riding horses and flying towels, the pride spreads all over thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.However, that season of misty rain was hazy, even if it was tempered into steel, it eventually turned into soft fingers.

The Spring River in early spring is shrouded in a hazy drizzle, the branches are tender and the willows are sprouting, and the early peaches are about to bloom.Pedestrians hid their tracks one after another, or hurried through the rain with a handful of purple bamboos on their hands. Few people were as leisurely as Jin Jingyun.

"It's such a waste of the beautiful scenery of the Spring River!" Before the sighing voice fell, the woman in white opened her arms slightly at the end of the misty and rainy bridge, exposing her whole body to the rain. middle.

After taking the woman to a safe place, he lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms. There was a touch of whiteness between the slightly parted lips because of fright, and a thin layer of water droplets sprinkled on the small pink nose, and his eyes were like the water of the spring river. , gentle and bright.

"Crack!" A crisp sound accompanied by the word "dirty!" woke up the shivering man, and realized that he was impolite. He quickly put the woman upright and let go, but her right hand covered the cheek that was beaten. The woman's hand strength was not strong. However, this was the first time for Jin Jingyun, who was held in the hands of everyone since he was a child, and he felt resentful: "Why did you hit me?"

The woman took a step back, gathered the clothes on her shoulders, and looked annoyed and defensive: "Who made you treat me lightly?"

Jin Jingyun was dumbfounded for a moment, thinking that he is the prince of Jingguo, as long as he orders all the beauties in the world to be in his arms, how could he treat her lightly: "My wife, I saved the girl's life, but the girl will revenge and maliciously frame her?"

The woman glared at her almond-shaped eyes: "You are so shameless, you are taking advantage of me and you still say help?"

"It's you who stand on the bridge and want to use the dagger!"

But the woman burst out laughing: "But it's funny, the little girl's family is well-off, her parents are well-off, and she is free from disease and disaster, so why do you want to find a dagger?"

"Then why are you standing on the bridge?"

Before the woman could answer, a voice shouted from behind: "Miss."

She turned around and responded, then stuck out her tongue at him and said coquettishly, and then moved towards the maidservant who came up to her.

From a distance came the little servant girl's frightened voice, "Miss, you ran out by yourself again, if the master and wife find out, you should punish the servant girl again."

Looking at the direction in which she disappeared, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and said to the guards who rushed over, "Is this what I did to myself?"

Several guards stood on the ground and looked at each other, but none of them dared to answer.

Seeing this, he shook his head. When these servants understand his thoughts, then he won't be so bored: "Go back to the inn."

After a few days of lingering, I have seen all the scenery of the Spring River, and I am not interested in being accompanied by a few dull servants all day long, so I simply threw those people at the inn and found an elegant place to drink tea by myself.When I was bored, I stopped the shopkeeper, "Is there any place to play in Chunjiang?"

The shopkeeper was also enthusiastic, pointing to several famous places, and seeing the latter shook his head, he was not angry: "Look at the young master's attire, he must be a person who has read a lot of poetry and books, so you can go to Liusu Pavilion to have a look, today is just [-] Fifth, Miss Su's family is currently in the Liusu Pavilion, where talents from all over the world gather to learn from each other."

It was past noon when Jin Jingyun came to Liusu Pavilion slowly, and the three-story vermilion-carved small building was full of people.Entering the building, the literary and artistic atmosphere of the scrolls rushed over, and immediately a servant girl stepped forward: "Flower tea on the first floor, calligraphy and painting on the second floor, and piano and chess on the third floor."

After saying thanks, I went straight to the second floor, and saw about dozens of people in the building surrounded a high platform in the center, and a woman in white on the platform was scribbling. A woman at the bridgehead in misty rain.

The woman stopped writing, turned around, and the word "Jiang" was full of domineering, sharp strokes. It is hard to imagine that it was written by such a weak woman.

The onlookers clapped their hands in applause and whispered to each other.

He stepped forward and asked a Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi, "Who is this young lady on the stage?"

The Confucian scholar glanced at him, "The young master is from another place, right? On the stage is Su Mulian, the eldest daughter of Mr. Su's family. She is good at piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and tea flowers, but we are a famous talented woman in Chunjiang."

Talented woman?Suddenly recalling the mischievousness of Yan Yuqiaotou that day, the heart of teasing was aroused in his heart, and he raised his voice and said, "Miss Su is a person who knows flowers?"

She raised her head, met his narrow eyes, and replied with a warm smile "I know a little bit"

"I wonder if Ms. Su has heard of Mizuki Lianhua?"

He bowed his head in thought for a long time, finally shook his head slowly, and saw him stepping onto the stage, already within walking distance.

"The little girl has little knowledge, but she doesn't know such a wonderful flower in the world. It's a pity that she can't see it"

"I'm lucky enough to meet you by chance. I wonder if Ms. Su can lower her face and let me paint a painting?"

"So it will be a labor of love, son"

The brush and ink were ready, she smiled at her, raised her hand to adjust the paint, swiped the brush, and looked focused.It's not time for half a stick of incense, but she has already stopped writing. The woman couldn't bear the curiosity and stepped forward to look, but her jade face turned red, and she called a hooligan in coquettish anger.

Hearing this, he laughed loudly: "Isn't this Mizuki Lian?"

"You" raised your eyes and glared angrily, but couldn't find a word of rebuttal.

Everyone was curious and looked at it one after another, only to see that the painting clearly showed a woman standing on the Yanyu Bridge, her arms were slightly opened, and water droplets were faintly visible on her raised cheeks.There is also an inscription next to it: "Muze is watery and fragrant, the lotus has double stalks and the white moon is constant, the flowering period coincides with the spring rain on the river, and the blooming reeds are full of spring."

"The magnolia flower is blooming? Isn't this Miss Su?"

In Liusu Pavilion, talented scholars and beautiful ladies competed for talent and skill, and there was no winner or loser for several days in a row, and no one would admit defeat.Literati and scholars from all walks of life came to watch the performance of those two people.Qinqi, calligraphy, painting, poetry, camellia, a romantic talent, a boudoir beauty, why don't people applaud?