Kite falling into red dust

"Your information has expired." Murong Mingyu said without interest, "Mo Yuan has already inquired about the thief's crime process." "I'm not talking about a thief, but about a stolen thing." Next, He began a lengthy narrative, "I sent Xiaofei to the orphanage, and I happened to meet a friend who worked under Jing Zhaoyin's errand, we chatted together for a while, and overheard him mentioning that the Minister's Mansion of the Ministry of Industry was stolen this morning. matter, so..."

"Stop!" Murong Mingyu finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Just say you lost something." "Okay," Xiao Langhao was a little annoyed when he was interrupted, "Including 50 taels of presents with official seals Silver, a pair of emerald bracelets, a white jade ring, an emerald ring, and an ivory statue, but the most important thing is an exquisite pagoda made of pure gold inlaid with onyx."

"Oh, I remember that it was given to Wei Benrong by his father two years ago for his meritorious service in supervising the construction of the Suzhou Palace, but it was also stolen?" Xiao Langhao sighed and said, "That's right, the treasure given by the king was stolen, look at it. Come on, your father is going to be angry again."

After lunch, Xiao Langhao was called away by the staff of his silk and satin shop to deal with business matters.Since Xiao Langhao's great-grandfather, the Xiao family in the capital city was the only cloth merchant that provided cloth to the royal family, so naturally there were many matters to deal with on a daily basis.Xiao Langhao's mother passed away shortly after giving birth to him. Three years ago, after his father became a monk, all the burdens of the family fell on the shoulders of Xiao Langhao, the only son of the Xiao family who was only 17 years old at the time.

In the past three years, the Xiao family not only did not decline, but expanded more silkworm breeding areas, improved weaving and dyeing techniques, the quality of the cloth became better, the name became more famous, and it became more prosperous.Only Murong Mingyu knows how hard Xiao Langhao, who is usually suave and unrestrained, is actually suffering in his heart.

Originally, he just wanted to wander around casually, but for some reason, as he walked, he entered the gate of the Banxian Pavilion again.

"Please forgive me, Your Highness, Miss Hongdie and Young Master Hongyuan will not be on stage today." The pavilion master bowed to him and apologized.

However, for some reason, he had only met them tomorrow morning, and he just wanted to see them now.Maybe it was a bit regretful because I didn't see Hongyuan at that time.

After leaving the main gate of Banxian Pavilion, the sky suddenly began to drizzle.Mo Yuan hurried to the umbrella stand to buy an umbrella, propped it up for him, and said, "It's raining, young master, let's go back to Xiao's residence."

"No, the purpose of this trip has not been achieved yet, and a little rain will not affect my interest." He looked at the pavilion behind him, "I remember their residence is just behind, let's go and see if there is a back door." He said , he took Mo Yuan to the back of the Immortal Pavilion.

There was a back door, it was just locked.

"What a pity!" he said disappointedly. "Let the slaves come." Mo Yuan said, handing him the umbrella, stepped forward, drew out his sword, and slashed at the lock.

"Wait!" He hurriedly stopped him.His sword stopped just two inches above the lock. "You broke the lock, people thought it was a thief, so who is the prince?"

Mo Yuan retracted the sword into its sheath, took back the umbrella and propped it up for him again, bowed his head and said, "It was Mo Yuan who was reckless. Then if Your Highness wants to go in, this subordinate has another method." "What method? Quickly use it." Come!"

"That Mo Yuan has offended you." Before he finished speaking, he wrapped his arms around Murong Mingyu's waist, jumped up, and rolled over the high wall.

The two landed lightly, and the umbrella in Mo Yuan's hand was still propped on top of Murong Mingyu's head impartially, not even a drop of rain fell on him.

Murong Mingyu tidied up his clothes pretending to be calm, and said, "Next time, before you do something like this, would you ask Bengong for his opinion? Now Bengong has completely become a young man who breaks through doors and walls. Mo Yuan lowered his head and said: "Your Highness asked Mo Yuan to use the method quickly."

"Cough, cough!" He coughed twice and stopped arguing with him.Looking up, a delicate and small garden burst into the eyes, everywhere is pink and willow green, full of spring.

The two of them walked through the garden along the gravel path, and the rain became heavier, and the black clothes on Mo Yuan's body were soaked and stuck to his back.

Unknowingly, I came to the pond where I met the red butterfly in the morning. The rain fell into the pond like broken beads. The pond was full of ornamental aquatic plants, among which lotus accounted for the largest number.At this time, the lotus has not yet opened, and the green lotus leaves have covered the water.

When they were far away from the pond, they suddenly saw a piece of red floating on the water, which was particularly eye-catching among the green leaves.Murong Mingyu pointed to the red patch and asked Mo Yuan, "What kind of flower is that blooming?" Mo Yuan shook his head.

Murong Mingyu walked up to him, wanting to find out.Suddenly, a person emerged from the water, and he subconsciously backed away in shock. Mo Yuan quickly blocked him.And the man who was still standing in the waist-deep water seemed to be taken aback, staring blankly at them.

After a brief shock, Murong Mingyu signaled Mo Yuan to back away, only to see that the one in the water was not a river monster, but a young man.And the red he saw was the red gauze on the young man.

Different from last night, at this time the boy's long hair has been carefully combed and tied with a red ribbon, all hanging behind his head, and a few strands of Liuhai were casually pasted on his forehead and side of his face because they were soaked in water.This face, with all the makeup washed off at the moment, is even more fresh and refined. A pair of watery eyes seem to be shining with tears, and the two thin pale pink lips under the handsome and beautiful nose are slightly parted, as if to ask their questions. origin.

Murong Mingyu immediately recognized that this boy was Hong Yuan who danced last night.Knowing that he broke into a private house, he was a little guilty and wanted to make amends, but he was concerned about the status of the prince, and it was not in etiquette to salute civilians.When he was in a difficult situation, Mo Yuan said sharply: "Who is it? Come up immediately! When you see His Royal Highness, why don't you hurry up and salute!"

Hong Yuan glanced at Mo Yuan, then at Murong Mingyu, and then got back into the water again.

Murong Mingyu said to Mo Yuan angrily: "It's really a piece of wood, so people will know that the prince broke into the house without permission?" Mo Yuan lowered his head and stopped talking.

Murong Mingyu walked to the edge of the pool, and shouted into the water: "Is that Mr. Hongyuan? What are you doing in the water?" There was no response from the water.He bent down and looked into the pond, but because it was covered by the dense lotus leaves, he couldn't find the red kite at all.Half a stick of incense has passed, but there is still no movement.He couldn't help muttering worriedly: "I won't drown, will I?"

Just when he was about to ask Mo Yuan to go down to have a look, a string of bubbles suddenly appeared on the surface of the water. Immediately afterwards, Hong Yuan got out of the water, swam to the edge of the pool, and landed on the shore.

After wringing the water from her hair, Hongyuan suddenly turned around and bowed to him.Such a sudden but well-regulated gift made him a little at a loss, so he hurriedly said: "Please get up!" and stretched out his hand to help him.

This support doesn't matter, Hong Yuan put his hands on his and stood up, the cold touch from his hands made Murong Mingyu subconsciously look down at those hands.These are a pair of hands that don't look like a man's. The skin is white and smooth, and the fingers are long and slender, as soft as bones. It can be said that these are flawless and perfect hands.He couldn't help but look up at that face again, wanting to confirm that it was really Hong Yuan and not Hong Die.He even asked dementedly: "Are you a man or a woman?"