Continue the love affair of the red mansion

Hearing this, Zhou Zhifu kneaded his face into a bitter gourd shape, and answered yes in a muffled voice. His knees softened and he knelt down.

As a result, the servants of the Suzhou government government saw a rare spectacle. The magistrate, who was always domineering, was obediently kneeling outside his flower hall, with a dejected look on his face, but he didn't dare to breathe too much.

But in the room, it was a different scene.

It's already winter, and the thin sun is slanting into the house.Two people, one old and one young, are sitting by the window playing chess and drinking tea, their postures are very relaxed, they don't seem to be guests outside at all.

The old one, about eighty years old, was dressed in a plain blue cloth, and his white hair was as neat as silver, but it was neatly neatly arranged, but his wrinkled face was very hale and hearty, and his eyes were piercing, showing the flying spirit of young people. At this moment, he just stared at the chessboard intently, his white eyebrows were slightly frowned, and after dropping a piece, he smiled heartily: "It's called eating. Haozhi, the outcome has been decided."

The young man sitting opposite raised a black spot with his slender fingers, but he was not in a hurry to drop it. He gently played with it between his fingers, and his low and clear voice was slightly lazy: "The game of chess is like a game of war. Change, it is too early to say victory or defeat, Brother Songnian."

She was dressed in a neat white dress, not stained with dust, and the cuffs of the clothes were covered with silver threads to reveal water ripples and cloud patterns. The black hair was tied up with a simple and simple jade hairpin, which made her face more and more like a pure jade.

There was a crisp snap, and the sound of the chess piece falling was very clear in the quiet and flowing wind.

The moment he raised his head, his brows were slender, and his bright pupils were as gentle as a pool of clear green without waves, as quiet as if approaching an abyss, with sharp edges hidden in unfathomable depths, and like the snow on the top of a mountain, with an unattainable Gao Hua.

His fingers pointed to the chessboard repeatedly.

The old man looked at the chessboard, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and then stretched to the point where Fengguo Wuhen said: "Okay, okay, really improved. I lost."

As he spoke, he stood up and pushed the chessboard, but changed his indifferent demeanor: "Prince Beijing Jing, the chess game is over, I will take my leave."

This young man is exactly Beijing Wang Shui Rong, nicknamed Haozhi.And this old man is the patriarch of the Lin family, Lin Huiyan, whose name is Songnian.

One is a prince who is high in the temple, and the other is a scholar who is far away from the rivers and lakes. They know each other because of chess, and they meet each other because of chess.

After pushing the chessboard, there is nothing to do with it.

The so-called friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and that's exactly what it means.

Lin Huiyan took the bamboo stick, not so much for the convenience of walking, but rather to add a kind of momentum: "Thank you, my lord, today."

Shui Rong smiled faintly: "I didn't do anything except play chess."

That smile seemed to hang on the corner of his mouth, gentle and lofty.

Lin Huiyan nodded, pushed the door open, and left.

Shui Rong also stood up, the large and draped snow silk robe, when holding his hands, it was like flying snow.

His eyes were calm, extremely cold for a moment, but the moment he walked out of the flower hall, he was the gentle and elegant King of Beijing in the eyes of everyone: "Prefect Zhou, please get up."

Zhou Zhifu stood up in fear and trepidation. He had been kneeling for a long time, and he almost couldn't stand still. He staggered and stabilized his body, so he didn't lose his dignity in front of the prince: "Wang, wang, wang, lord, my lord... Down, down, officer..."

"Why should Governor Zhou be uneasy. You haven't done anything wrong. It's my king who disturbed you. I borrowed your place and played a game of chess. I'm bothering you. This king will leave now."

That Shui Rong smiled slightly, like a breeze blowing on his face, but Zhou Zhifu shuddered out of thin air. He answered yes with a trembling voice, but felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly shook his head, no, it was still wrong. In the confusion, he suddenly found that Shui Rong He had already left, and knelt down in a hurry and panic: "Respectfully send off the prince." Where can I still hear it?

The prefect of Zhou stood up with the support of the government officials, his face wrinkled with wry smiles, who didn't know that the king of Beijing came here to inspect the officials in the south of the Yangtze River?And who doesn't know that this King of Beijing has always been famous for his talents and virtuousness, and he is quite praised by the world today. One sentence of the King of Beijing is as good as ten memorials?

When I stepped out of the government office, the sun had already sunk.The clouds were densely covered, and the westerly wind blew past, making the snow clothes bloom, and dyed a bit of coldness and coldness.

"It's going to snow." Shui Rong glanced back at the sky, turned around and got on the carriage: "Treading the snow to visit Sha, you should have some intentions, and inform Master Wu Zhi for this king, and come to the mountain gate for a while."

The guard responded.The carriage drove away slowly, the wind swept the dust and buried the ruts.

That little orphan girl from the Lin family really impressed him a bit, she knew how to strike first, and also knew how to go up and down the stairs.

The acquaintance of Jia's mansion is probably still kept in the dark.

Leaning against the wall of the car, in the shadows, Shui Rong raised his face, with an indescribable smile on his lips.

interesting.

One night of snow disease, the distant mountains and near ridges are all vast.

The dull bell of Shuangzhong Pavilion swayed far away in the snow.On this day, Daiyu was still the same as in the past. She went to incense and chanted scriptures early in the morning, then washed her hands and burned incense, and copied the scriptures. When she heard the bell, she raised her slightly sore neck: "Is it time?"

Zijuan came up and said, "No, it's been a whole hour for the girl to copy."

Only then did Daiyu put down her pen: "My mind has calmed down, and the time has passed before I know it."

Zijuan said: "Girl is serious, let's take a rest. When I see Wang Momo later, she will say that the girl doesn't know how to cherish herself." She said and brought a cup of hot tea to Daiyu.

Daiyu went on, didn't just drink, just held warm hands, leaned against the beauty on the smoker cage, stared at the falling snow outside the window in a daze.She was dressed in a white fine satin jacket, covered with a tunic with a round collar, a crepe pleated long skirt, her black hair was tied up with a piece of plain satin, and a white bead hairpin was slanted.This is a very simple and elegant dress, but it makes her look more slender.

Zicuckoo looked at her and sighed slightly.

The girl is a very thoughtful person. When she was in Jia's mansion, she would often think about it and shed tears, but now it looks different. There is less sadness in her eyes, and less tears. To be exact, After waking up that day, she was rarely seen crying.

Zijuan sighed inwardly, but a 13-year-old person has gone through such an accident. It is extremely painful to lose his father and mother, but it is difficult to tell others, the pain can only be endured by himself.Even people who are close to me, Xueyan, Wang Momo and Aunt Yun can only relieve her boredom and take care of all kinds of trivial matters, but they can't really untie her heart knot.

At this moment, Xueyan opened the door and came in, holding a holding box in her hand. She put the holding box on the table, rubbed her hands and stomped her feet and said, "It's so cold, there's so much snow."

Zijuan said: "I told you to put on your coat before you go, but you didn't listen. In this weather, your skin was frozen and torn." On the one hand, he gave her one of his hand stoves.

Xueyan said: "I think it's in the same yard after all, so it's so cold." She said to Daiyu with a smile, "Girl, Aunt Yun ordered someone to make some red date and lotus seed soup, and told me to bring it to you. Try it. My aunt said, the girl has been very thin these days, and she has become so weak at this time, and she is in the filial piety, and she can't use the meaty things, so it makes people suffer. Tang Lai. My aunt said, I will give the girl a good mend when I go home."

While talking, Zicuckoo had already filled a small bowl and brought it to Daiyu, the aroma immediately hit her nostrils, Daiyu took a few mouthfuls to put it down, but felt warmer in her heart.Xueyan said from the side: "I just brought the soup, and I saw a red spot on the southwest corner of the temple from a distance. I thought it was plum blossoms. It was interesting, but I stopped and looked at it for a while. .”

When Daiyu heard this, her heart moved slightly.

But I remembered the scene of admiring snow couplets and folding plums to compose poems in the Grand View Garden that year.It seems to be still in front of me, but it has been a lifetime away, thinking about the previous life, the defeat of the Jia family, all the people who wrote poems and couplets together were all withered, you know, Xichun escaped into Buddhism, Tanchun married far away, and Yingchun married an inhuman being tortured to death, It's really hurtful, I don't know if they still have such a fate in this life?

Thinking about it, he couldn't help sighing, he stood up and said: "There are really good plum blossoms, I should go and have a look."

Seeing that she was interested, Zicuckoo hurriedly found out the big clothes, and the three masters and servants walked out of the yard in clusters.

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Sorry for the late arrival~

It is visually estimated that we can meet in the next chapter, and if we don’t meet again, it’s time to shoot bamboo.Oops.

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