Leaning on the railing Jiangyue

At this time, it was just nightfall, except for the chirping of insects, there was silence in Prince Yu's mansion. From time to time, there were guards patrolling past, seemingly loose but every place was heavily guarded. For many years, Zhao Yu had only kept Cheng Qiao as his servant, and the other maidservants. All the servants live in another courtyard. At this moment, the outer house is empty, only a few lanterns flickering on the corridor for lighting. The servants see that the time is approaching, so they go to the house to light the oil lamps, in case the master comes back and touches the darkness. , When the lights were turned on, I could clearly see Prince Zhao's living room, the round mask with bamboo leaves hollowed out, the exquisitely carved Duobao Pavilion, the yellow flower tree by the window, the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, the mountains and rivers, and the rivers and rivers. Separated by four ink screens, it is spacious, elegant and clean.

After the servants left, two figures hiding in the courtyard sneaked in through the door. They were none other than Xu Fengjin and Cen Ling who hadn't shown their faces for a day.

Cen Ling seemed to be holding something, covering her mouth and nose, and she spoke a little dullly: "Ah, Ah Jin, it's not good for us to be like this... What should we do if the prince gets angry when he comes back?"

Xu Fengjin took him into the inner room, asked him to put the things on the bed, and then hid the place himself, saying, "If he is angry, I will coax him, but I think he will not be angry."

Cen Ling asked, "Why is Ah Jin so determined?"

Xu Fengjin tidied up, looked around the room, finally stopped somewhere, squinted his eyes and said, "I won't tell you yet."

When Zhao Yu came back from Yingxian Tower, it was already a bright moonlight. He entered the room and put the folding fan on the table. On the table was the hibiscus cake sent by Cheng Qiao before he left. It seemed that no one had touched it. It was still the same after a while, Zhao Yu picked up a piece and looked at it thoughtfully, then put it back with a smile, poured a glass for himself, and sat down leisurely.

It was really boring for Prince Zhao to be alone, he didn't move around or turn the pages of the book, he would skim off the tea foam from time to time, and he didn't know if he was going to throw out the flowers. I just want to change my posture and drag the chessboard on the table to my hand, and start playing chess with myself.

The sunspot goes first, the "tat-tap" settles down, the white chess wants to win by surprise, and the sunspot can always come out of a desperate situation. When it is hard to tell whether the winner or the loser, the half-covered curtain on the bed porch shakes inexplicably a few times. Suddenly, I saw a silk pillow embroidered with Begonia Chiba rolled down from the bed, followed by a folded square brocade quilt, and then a bundle wrapped in fine cloth.This burden looked familiar, and Xu Fengjin happened to be carrying it on his back the day he entered Beijing.

Zhao Yu chuckled, before he turned his head to look for the owner of this pile of things, he felt his eyes darkened, and his eyes were blindfolded, the man whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty didn't see me just now, is it a little strange?" Lost?"

Zhao Yu said: "Isn't it a bit hard for the princess to resist eating the hibiscus cake after seeing it?"

Xu Fengjin moved his hands and turned to Zhao Yu. He thought he hadn't missed the horse's feet, but saw that the broken lotus leaves on the top of the Furong Tower were blown away by his breath when he was waiting for others, so he had to pick them up and stuff them into his mouth, saying vaguely: "I wanted to see if the lord would be sad alone when he saw that I didn't come, but he was sold out by a few pieces of luggage and a piece of pastry, but the lord has already prepared refreshments, so it is expected that I will come?"

Zhao Yu poured a cup of tea and pushed it to his hand: "It is estimated that the princess will come to take responsibility for the king, so naturally I can't wait for you." He smiled again: "I just didn't expect the princess to prepare so well. It seems that I didn't come to study today. Inner house pack your luggage."

Xu Fengjin said cheekily: "Since you have to be responsible to the lord, naturally you have to live in the same room with the lord, so that the lord can come whenever you want."

Zhao Yu asked him: "I heard that the princess was wronged today?"

Xu Fengjin took a sip of tea and Shun Shun Furong Cake, and said in a serious manner: "But it's a big grievance, it seems that Xiao Shizi has a big opinion on me."

Zhao Yu studied the chess game: "I see that he gets along very well with the concubine, and I guess he almost forgot the original intention of coming to the mansion."

"It should be like this. Who knows what he's thinking about today." After Xu Fengjin finished eating, he casually picked up the scattered bundles under his feet. Zhao Yu glanced at him and saw that besides the clothes, there was actually a book inside. He had heard the book in Lin'an, it was "The Widow of Black Mountain" written by Liu Xiucai, and said: "The princess likes this book? Can you understand it before you practice calligraphy?"

Xu Fengjin said: "Storytellers talk about it every day, who still reads the book, but borrows the book cover, and there are other secrets hidden inside."

Zhao Yu made a draw with himself, and put the rest of the pieces back into the chessboard. He didn't want to ask, but he saw Xu Fengjin rolling up the book and shaking it mysteriously, as if saying, do you want to know?If you want to, come and beg me.

Zhao Yu followed his wishes and asked, "I wonder what secrets are hidden?"

Xu Fengjin said as expected: "The lord wants to know?"

Zhao Yu teased him: "I don't want to know."

Xu Fengjin said: "My lord is so boring, why don't you ask me a question?"

Zhao Yu said: "If the king wants to know, will the princess say it?"

Xu Fengjin said without hesitation: "Naturally, I will say that I will not hide anything from the lord in the future."

Zhao Yu said: "Then let's talk about it, I listen carefully."

Seeing that Prince Zhao was not cooperating, Xu Fengjin handed the book over firmly, letting him read it by himself, and taking advantage of the time Prince Zhao was reading, he picked up the pillows and quilts on the floor and spread them on the bed. It's not Liu Xiucai's novel, but a graceful dance composed of sketches. The drawing is not very good, but the posture can be seen clearly, and the drums are under the feet, and the ripples are vivid.

Zhao Yu raised his head: "This is..." Before he finished asking, he swallowed back. Xu Fengjin, who was still in front of him just now, had already taken off his shoes and went to bed. At this time, he was lying on his side with his head on one hand, and explained his doubts with a smile: "My father drew this while my mother was dancing. He had to practice hard for a long time to be able to draw like this. As expected, no one in my family can write. Fortunately, my mother can dance. The dance above was figured out by her alone. , Don’t look at the simplicity of the painting, but there is no mystery in jumping, when Yu Sanniang opened the South Pavilion, she asked me to practice this thing hard, and I don’t know how much business has been robbed.”

Zhao Yu asked: "Then why did you wrap it in the book leather next to it?"

Xu Fengjin raised his eyebrows, patted the bed, and after a few steps away, he still wanted to send a glance: "This is the secret of our Xu family. If the prince wants to know, come to bed, and I will lie in your ear and tell you secretly."