Scholar Who Walks the Night

?The night market in the capital city is very lively, with sparkling lights hanging like daylight, vendors' shops, and karaoke halls are full of noise.

Mingxi loves the night market the most, and often takes her maids and servants to wander around and relax. The parents of the Jin family know that their son Shenglie is away all year round, and Mingxi misses him very much.Under the imperial city, the folk customs are strict, and there are few troublemakers. Since my daughter likes it, I can let her go with peace of mind.

In the past few days, when Ming Xi looked around in the crowd, he always vaguely felt that someone was watching from behind. He looked back several times, but there was no abnormality, it should be oversensitive.

Mingxi first went to Qingyang River to place a green lotus glazed lantern, and sincerely wished that brother Shenglie would return safely as soon as possible, and then strolled slowly to the pastry stand with his handkerchief twisted, waiting patiently for the freshly made osmanthus cake to come out of the pan.

"Girl, you lost your handkerchief."

A deep and hoarse voice sounded beside him. A young man wearing a golden brocade uniform with clusters of flowers and a black hat stooped down and picked up the fine gauze handkerchief next to her peony embroidered shoes, wrapped it in his right palm and handed it to Mingxi.

The man was tall and slender, his face was like the flowers of spring dawn, his temples were like knives, his phoenix eyes as deep as a green pool stared at her for a moment, the corners of his cinnabar lips curled up, a smile that was not a smile.

Standing tall and tall in front of him, there was an invisible coercion, Mingxi involuntarily took two steps back, Fang leaned over to thank him, and motioned the servant beside him to take the handkerchief.

On the way back to the mansion, Mingxi carried the palace satin and plain snow-juan skirt, and stepped on the gaps between the shadows of the plane trees, having a great time playing. Turning around inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of the beautiful young man he met earlier behind him.

He hurriedly stopped, stood where he was and looked at him very cautiously.

The man was pacing in the mottled tree shadow with his hands behind his back, looking down at the shadow under his feet with a smile on his lips, the five-color tourmaline bead chain hanging between the two black hats swayed slowly, and the bewitching jade face of bullying Saixue seemed to be seductive heart and soul.

Seeing Mingxi who stopped, he gave her a slight nod, and walked straight past their master and servant.

Mingxi shook her head amusedly, she was really oversensitive.

After this day, Mingxi didn't go to the night market for a long time, because her brother Shenglie came back.

Apart from occasionally meeting and chatting with his good friend Prince Zhenxian, Jin Shenglie spent the rest of his time racking his brains to curry favor with Mingxi. Today he sent some new rouge and gouache, and tomorrow he recited love poems written by himself. .

As soon as the sun set, Mingxi walked into his courtyard through the red lacquered gate of the moon hole. On the cobblestone floor, two rows of garlands made of peach blossoms were neatly laid out. The guide walked slowly step by step. Jin Shenglie, who was dressed in a thin robe with dark patterns, was sitting on the stone railing of Cuifang Pavilion at the end of the wreath. Looking at Sheng Lie's star-like eyes in a funny way, he took the bouquet and sniffed it gently.

Shenglie sneaked around to Mingxi's back and hugged her. She screamed and blamed again and again in shock, but Shenglie didn't let go, hugging the soft jade and fragrant body, and the two were playing mischievously. The servant trotted over from the front yard to call for someone, saying that a distinguished guest had come, and there was a banquet in the mansion, and the master ordered the young master to accompany the guest as soon as possible.

The so-called honored guest was actually the left prime minister who had never had any contact with the Jin family. The prime minister in a round-neck robe with a dark green treasure pattern sat on the upper seat to the left of Father Jin, and on the right was a Jin Shenglie who had never seen him before. The young man was dressed in a luxurious uniform with flying flowers, gold, silver and cloud silk, with fine suet jade beads hanging between the two black hats, and his jade face was astonishingly beautiful and seductive.

Jin's father introduced him as Mr. Li, but Jin Shenglie was not sure where this person came from, so he hurriedly bowed cautiously and entered the table.

During the period, everyone in the Jin family exchanged warm greetings, but Mr. Li lowered his head and ignored anyone who offered a toast. He only used his slender fingers to slowly draw along the mouth of the blue and white porcelain teacup. After a long while, Fang Youyou said, "Jin family It’s not that he adopted a daughter, why didn’t he come to see the guests.”

With a deep and cold voice, Jin Shenglie shuddered. Some defensively, he was about to find an excuse to decline, but Zuo Xiang helped out, "Since there is still a daughter, it should be called out to see her."

Jin's father was a little nervous, he didn't know what this man who seemed to be from aristocratic background was up to, but after all, it was not something that was against the rules, the left side had high authority, so it was not easy to offend, so he ordered someone to call Mingxi to meet the guests.