Wrong Changhuan

Dongping Hou Mansion, banquet hall.

When Chang Huan and his party arrived, the princess and Xie Baitang had already sat down next to each other in the main seats.Chang Huan was dragged by Xie Baitang to sit under her head.

The eldest son left the position next to the princess to his younger sister Chen Sining, and to the right were An Cuo, Wen Tingzhao, and Xie Tianci.The seat between Xie Tianci and Xie Tiandong was reserved for Xie Tianshu.

The huge rosewood round table was almost full in no time.

The table is mixed with meat and vegetables, and the dishes are completely new.

Chang Huan glanced at Xie Tiandong on the left, although she felt a little awkward in her heart, but fortunately An Cuo was on the opposite side, which made her feel a little more balanced.

The princess said, "Don't wait for them, let's start the banquet first." After glancing at Xie Baitang again, he looked around the crowd and said, "This is a family banquet, you don't need to be formal."

After everyone listened, they saw that the princess moved their chopsticks first, so they lost their restraint and moved their chopsticks one after another.Twos and threes started talking quietly.

Wen Tingzhao got up suddenly, raised his glass and said, "This is a toast to everyone. I am here in Jiangdong this time, and I am grateful to everyone for your care. I will do it first, and you are free to do as you please." He raised his head and drank the wine before sitting down .

Chang Huan couldn't help pursing his lips into a smile when he saw the little wolf dog pretending to be a prodigal son.Looking up again, he saw An Cuo was looking at her, blushed unconsciously, and hurriedly lowered his head.

The Princess became curious and asked, "The Wen family is also a big family in the capital, I wonder which branch Master Wen belongs to?"

Xie Tianci took the words and said, "Azhao belongs to the Grand Master's Mansion."

The Princess put down her wine glass and said, "Oh?!" Looking at Wen Tingzhao, she asked, "Who are you, then University scholar Wen Yichen?"

Wen Tingzhao leaned over and said, "It's my father. Does the princess know my father?"

The princess smiled and said, "So it's Wen Yichen's son, no wonder... I still remember that when you were in the capital, your father and Aji were friends, and your second uncle, who didn't fight with Aji They met each other, and later became friends. Then Taishi Wen ruled the family strictly, and your father and the others often came to the palace to have a small gathering for drinks... Thinking about it, it was more than ten years ago. I don’t want his son to be like this As big as that."

Wen Tingzhao scratched his head in embarrassment when he heard for the first time that his father, who had always been serious, would secretly drink.

Xie Baitang accepted it with a smile, and said, "You don't even look at it, Qi'er and Aning have both grown up so much, they are both at the age when they should talk about marriage, and you should have grandchildren in two years."

Hearing this, the prince bowed his head a little shyly, and concentrated on drinking the soup.

The princess glanced at Xie Baitang, and said with relief, "Yes, we can't accept our old age. Now it's their turn to make troubles for young people. It's time for us all to enjoy life at home."

Chang Huan listened to the Aji mentioned by the princess, and thought of the regent and the princess's mother compatriots that were mentioned every year, so this Aji was the regent Murongji that was said in the market.

Unexpectedly, he and Wen Wushuang not only knew each other before, but were also friends.If this is the case, then mother, did he also know him a long time ago?

He also thought of the time when Li Shaoheng attacked her in Jiangling, and when he talked about the Prince Regent coming to Jiangling, did he come to find Wen Wushuang?Or come to look for the prince's orphan, wanting to kill the weeds?In other words, it was Yang Yan and his mother's discussion to let him leave Jiangling. If it wasn't because of Hundred Days Red, would Yang Yan have other excuses and methods to keep himself away from Jiangling? !

But if it's for the prince's orphan, why hasn't there been any movement for so many years, and he didn't come until 15 years later.Why?

This chaotic mystery seems to have been surrounding Wen Wushuang, his mother, Murong Ji and the late prince.Lin Changhuan couldn't figure it out.

Xie Baitang smiled and picked a chopstick dish into Chang Huan's bowl, and said, "Who says it's not." Seeing Chang Huan in a daze, he asked in a low voice, "What are you thinking? You're so preoccupied."

Chang Huan came back to his senses, and replied in a panic, "No...nothing." After finishing speaking, he hurriedly dug the vegetables in the bowl with the spoon in his left hand and started to eat them whole.

Afterwards, Chen Sining and Xie Tianshu, who had changed into a clean pink dress, entered the hall, saluted to the head of state and sat down.

There was another burst of toasting, during the dinner Wen Tingzhao and Xie Tianci took the prince to drink a lot of wine, Xie Tiandong and An Cuo were also persuaded to drink.

Chang Huan also drank a few glasses because of An Cuo's toast to the prince.After just a few glasses of wine, I felt my head relax a little, and I put those difficult mysteries behind me, and I didn't think about it any more.Looking at Ah Cuo on the opposite side, he comforted himself and said that those mysteries are the past, and the person opposite is his future.

The prince blushed a little, and said with a smile, "Mother and Aunt Tang are here today, why don't we come to couplet poetry, okay?"

Xie Tianci grinned and said, "Okay—it just so happens that Ah Zhao is good at poetry."

Wen Ting said, "I haven't lost a poem yet. What rules? What rhyme? It's settled, I'll come first!"

"No, use the word 'an' as the rhyme, the rules... don't have to fight, just do whatever you want." Chen Sining glanced at An Cuo across the world, seeing that the other party didn't look at him, he felt sorry for him.

After hearing it wrongly, An turned his head slightly, but did not speak.

Seeing that no one in the room objected, Wen Ting raised his glass boldly and said, "Smoke and clouds are driven by the wind." After finishing speaking, he drank a glass.

Everyone applauded, this line of the poem has a bit of meaning that he wants to fight the sword.

Chang Huan continued, "The autumn water is long by the bamboo bank, and the setting sun hangs alone." After saying the last word, he sneaked a glance at Ah Cuo who was opposite him.

Seeing that An heard it wrong, she smiled slightly and drank a glass by herself. How could she not understand the meaning of this poem.

Chen Sining said, "Looking at the rain from the railing, it's hard to stop thinking about the rain." After speaking, he also drank a glass.

An made a mistake, "Yellow laurel leads the silk, and in the middle of the night talks about wine and joy." After speaking, he looked to the opposite side, and saw Chang Huan listening, and his name was included in the poem, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

Chang Huan thought, if I think about the future, you will remember the past, such a connection, can it be considered a good match?But perfect match?In my heart, I linked the poems together and read them silently again: the autumn water is long beside the bamboo, and the sunset is solitary.The laurel leads the silk, and the middle of the night talks about wine and joy.

Xie Tiandong bowed his head and muttered, "Drunkenness is like a brocade of flowers, and the wine dispels the resentment of wandering souls." After finishing speaking, he drank two glasses in a row without lifting his head.

The prince smiled and said, "The spring flowers are so worthless, the autumn wind is proud of the purple."

Chang Huan was the only one who liked to wear purple clothes, and An Cuo frowned slightly after hearing that.

Xie Baitang had a slight smile on his lips, but there was an indescribable sadness hidden in his expression, and he said, "The wind blows and you are happy, and you wake up in the middle of the month."

After Chang Huan listened, he paused slightly, and finally used his injured right hand to lightly touch Xie Baitang's arm under the table as comfort.And Xie Baitang also quietly touched her hand.

Some words can be understood without words, just with a look.

Xie Tianshu said, "I only know that there are few bosom friends, and Fang Jue's music is chaotic." After speaking, he glanced at her bosom friend, but didn't know her feelings.

Murong Bing finally said, "In the quiet place of the Lingtai, Bodhi can see clearly and empty."

Wen Tingzhao clapped his hands and said flatteringly, "The princess's last sentence is the most wonderful."

Everyone raised their glasses and respected the princess.After Murong Bing had a drink, she said she was exhausted, so she withdrew from the table, and Xie Baitang went back to the room with her.

There are no elders on the seat, these people are more casual, respect each other, gossip, nearly an hour has passed after a meal.

Chen Sining didn't know where he took Xie Tianshu, except for Chang Huan and An Cuo, everyone else was drunk.

Chang Huan also withdrew from the table, and before leaving, he gave An Cuo a wink, and An Cuo found an excuse and followed him out the door.

Under the west corridor outside the living room, Nian Nian waited by the side, but was dismissed by Chang Huan's few words.An Cuo took Chang Huan along the path to the back garden.

Chang Huan said, "That Chen Sining, why did I meet you this time, he seems to be very indifferent to you."

"I thought you would say something else in the first sentence." An Cuo said so, but her heart was tight with joy, she smiled slyly, and asked, "You care?"

"I... I'm just curious, so I don't care." Chang Huan lowered his head and said something he didn't agree with, rubbing the front of his clothes with his hands, his little face was flushed after drinking, and he inadvertently kicked the pebble under his feet, Get out quite far.

An Cuo smiled, and said slowly, "She confessed to me last night."

"What?" Chang Huan turned his head and grabbed An Cuo's arm with both hands, and asked anxiously, "Then what did you say?"

Both stopped, but luckily no one was around.

An Cuo intentionally wanted to tease her, and moved closer to Chang Huan's face, saying, "What? Miss Lin, you seem to care a lot?!"

The warm breath mixed with a hint of clear wine made Chang Huan a little dazzled, blinked a few times suddenly, and retreated back to get himself back to the point, saying, "Quickly say, How did you answer?"

An Cuo lowered his head and forgot his eyes. Chang Huan took her hand and said, "Your hand doesn't hurt anymore?"

It was only then that Chang Huan noticed that after such a tug on his right hand, it hurt again, so he let go of his hand and said, "I forgot..." In desperation, he couldn't care about anything and couldn't remember anything.

An Cuo took her left hand and walked south through a rockery passage. The passage was dark and barely enough for two people to walk together, but An Cuo suddenly stopped and hugged the people around him.Before Chang Huan could speak, his mouth was blocked by the familiar softness.

Chang Huan opened his eyes wide, but what he saw was darkness, he forgot to breathe for a moment, An Cuo noticed her trembling, and let go.

Panting heavily, Chang Huan came out of the passage quickly, his expression full of horror, and he staggered, if it wasn't for An Cuo's sharp eyesight and quick hands, he almost fell to the ground.

An Cuo helped her to sit down in a small pavilion not far away, and asked with a puzzled frown, "What happened to you just now?"

Chang Huan's breathing gradually stabilized, and he said, "I'm afraid of the dark..." Just now his mind went blank, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the suffocating darkness.

"I don't know that you are still afraid of the dark. It was also night in Xiwu Mountain before..." An Cuo suddenly stopped talking, remembering that although it was dark at that time, there was the brightest moonlight in the year.

An Cuo slid along Chang Huan's startled back, and said after a long time, "In the future, I will find the brightest night pearl in the world and send it to you, and I will bring it with me, so I won't be afraid."

Chang Huan raised his eyes, he had already recovered his composure, and said seriously, "That's a deal, Ye Mingzhu, even if it's a token of love you gave me...you still owe it to me... "He pouted his lips as he spoke, then added in a pampered manner after a pause, "I want the biggest one, but I won't accept the small one."

"Okay, it's a deal, I'll give you a big one." An Cuo pampered her head and said, "Do you want to tell me about the fear of the dark?"

Chang Huan shook his head and said, "I don't want to talk now...I just want to hear from you. You haven't finished talking about Chen Sining just now."

An made a mistake, "That's nothing to say. If you want to hear it, I'll tell you... She knocked on my door yesterday evening and said she liked me."

Chang Huan got closer and asked curiously, "Then why did you call her back?"

"I didn't say anything, I just took out the embroidery pouch you gave me and showed it to her."

"And then? What did she say?"

An Cuo shrugged and said, "She asked, who gave it to you."

"Then, how did you answer?" Chang Huan asked cautiously, waiting for the next sentence with full expectation.

An Cuo looked at Chang Huan's expression, smiled instantly, and said, "I said, it's a token of love from my sweetheart."

Chang Huan pursed his lips with a satisfied smile, and said, "And then? What did she say?"

"She didn't say anything, she ran away crying." An Cuo finished speaking calmly, as if she was just telling a plain story that had nothing to do with her.

Chang Huan looked at An Cuo, blinked his eyes, felt sorry for Chen Sining, but also felt that it would be fine to do so, and said, "A Cuo, you broke a girl's heart."

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The author has something to say:

@罗神学习, I found out that I can make things up too much. . .Please call me Zhen Jima who can make up... I will continue to code. . . .Right poem, not neat, I have tried my best. . . .Oops. . . ORZ