As a continuous drizzle fell silently into Chang'an in midsummer, the originally unbearably hot weather in the city gradually eased a bit. Even the originally anxious and floating heat in the air cooled down smoothly, carrying a slight

tide

Wet water vapor. West Street outside the Imperial City is bustling with people at the moment. Like South Street, it is generally the most prosperous place in the capital, and Yongxingfang on West Street and Anxingfang on South Street are home to the Chang'an family.

A place where dignitaries gather.

Under the lingering drizzle, West Street is still crowded with people and people shouting. It seems that the gloomy weather has not disturbed the interest of the people in Chang'an to travel. In comparison, Yongxingfang, which is only a lane away at this moment, is very different.

It was clean outside, and there were only a few young men in short brown clothes sitting in silence in front of one of the mansions that occupied a large area.

While sweeping, there were clearly dozens of guards standing on the porch in front of the door, but they were very well-behaved and could not make any sound. They seemed to be in trance like the stone lions in front of the house. Looking up, I saw the two lacquered red pillars.

In the meantime, a plaque hanging high on the door has a few strong and powerful words written in it - Linzi Prince's Palace.

The east courtyard of the palace has winding paths and a small garden planted with pines, cypresses and green bamboos. It is even more peaceful at the moment. Under the winding corridor, a man wearing a moon-white robe and a jade crown is sitting alone in a small five-cornered pavilion.

in, both hands are pressing on

On top of a guqin named Fengming, the drizzle fell through the forest and fell on the tile eaves of the corridor. It followed the ravines and sloping down, stretching down like a bead curtain, dripping on the stone rock under the corridor.

On top, it adds elegance.

The man's shiny and slender fingertips were twirling with the sound, and the clear rhythm seemed to fall in the garden with a leisurely echo, gradually blending with the sound of drizzle.

The sound of rain is still the sound of the piano.

It is quite similar to the artistic conception of sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

In the distance, a young and smart boy dressed in a long suit was approaching. When he heard this sound, he couldn't help but stop in surprise. If he remembered correctly, his master seemed to be interested in this song after returning from the night banquet in Qujiang that day.

"Moonrise" was his favorite, and he would play it every day when he sat alone. At first he didn't think anything of it, but as he listened to it longer and more often, it seemed that even he could benefit from the clear sound of the piano.

I can hear a bit of worry.

When the song ended, Chang Sui Shi slowly stepped forward, leaned down respectfully and said, "Your Majesty, someone from Taiwei's Mansion just came, saying that they are sending invitations to the Prince."

Hearing the words "Taiwei's Mansion", Chen Zhiyan's originally lowered eyes moved slightly. When he raised them, he happened to see the post handed over by Lin'an.

Taiwei Mansion?

Linzi Prince's Mansion and Taiwei's Mansion have always had different attitudes. Although the two families live in the same court, they have never had any contact with each other. How could Taiwei's Mansion send him an invitation?

In confusion, a figure could not help but appear in Chen Zhiyan's heart, and for a moment, he was surrounded by indescribable emotions.

When he took the invitation and opened it, the faint fragrance of orchid and vanilla immediately penetrated the paper and hit his nostrils. Even though he read a few words, he could already see the free and easy character. When he saw the signature on the sticker,

When he was a young man, he admired him even more deeply. He had long heard that Yang Yan, the Duke of Chang'an County in the Taiwei Mansion, was noble, elegant and elegant, and liked the most famous celebrities in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. From this point of view, he was indeed living up to his reputation.

But Yang Yan actually invited him to sit down and talk?

If he hadn't been holding this thin and expensive piece of paper in his hand at this moment, even he would have been a little surprised.

"Prince, are you going to go tomorrow?"

Hearing Lin'an's probing words, Chen Zhiyan folded the invitation and put it in his sleeve and said: "Since the Duke of Chang'an has extended his invitation so kindly, how can we refuse it?"

"But our Prince's Mansion has always been on the same road as the Taiwei's Mansion. Now that they have sent this invitation out of the blue, I'm afraid there is something fishy. Do we want to inform the Prince about this?"

Chen Zhiyan shook his head when he heard this and said: "My grandfather is no longer interested in government affairs, so why bother telling this matter to him? Moreover, although the Chang'an County Duke was born in the Yang family, he has a kind-hearted temperament and is not such a treacherous person. We are all soldiers."

, On the contrary, I am unhappy. Tomorrow you will just take people to the temple to take care of it in advance. If there is any change, report it to me in time, and we will not be in a hurry to deal with it. "

Seeing his master's arrangement, Lin'an felt a little relieved, and thought that he would bring the most capable bodyguards in the house with him tomorrow.

When the drizzle stopped at night, the leaves rustled in the breeze outside the window. The raindrops on the leaves fell gently from the raised window sill, and just fell on the hanging hair of the girl under the window, printed with candles.

The fire was glowing with a subtle halo on the jet-black hair. Hui Rong saw that her master was engrossed in doing female prostitutes. She stepped forward to close the window and said to Bao Ying who lowered her head and said nothing: "Madam

I am almost obsessed with this hibiscus flower."

Listening to the sound of the pane falling next to her ears, Baoying put the thin silver needle with her fingertips into the flower bed, raised her head slightly and rubbed the back of her neck. The next moment she felt Hui Rong massaging her.

, then he took a sip of tea with a smile, straightened his hands, looked at the hibiscus flowers after the rain from a distance, and said: "The previous two paintings always felt bad, but this one is the same as that day.

Just average in Furong Garden.”

As she spoke, Baoying's thumb holding the flower stretcher gently stroked the hibiscus flowers she had embroidered stitch by stitch, and the smile on her lips became brighter and brighter.

After she rested for a moment and was taking out the needle and finishing her work, the maid's voice suddenly sounded from outside: "Sister-in-law."

Almost at the same time, Baoying's hand accidentally pierced the fingertips, and the pain immediately entered the center of his eyebrows. Following Huirong's low cry, a beautiful figure hurriedly walked over and took out the silk from his sleeve in time.

Pati Baoying wrapped the wound, blew gently on it out of habit and said: "It won't hurt anymore——"

Baoying slowly raised her head as the hands holding hers looked at the serious eyebrows of the girl in front of her. For a moment, she felt as if she had returned to the past.

When she was a child, she and Hongying often played hide-and-seek games. One time, Hongying hid in the cabinet in her grandmother's room. When she followed the rustling sound and opened the cabinet door, what she saw was a small body quietly moving.

Huddled in that corner, when she saw her arms open and waiting for him, the little girl happily rushed towards her. However, because she couldn't hold on for a while, her soft and waxy body hurriedly bumped into her.

, a stabbing pain also penetrated into the palm of her hand along with a hairpin. It turned out that the young Hongying was hiding in her mother's closet and happened to see a fallen gold hairpin, so she couldn't put it down and played with it, but

She never imagined that it would make her bleed.

Now she still remembers that little Hongying was so frightened that she couldn't stop crying, which made the adults scream and call for a doctor. It was not until the doctor stopped her bleeding that Hongying stopped crying after the maids tried to comfort her in every possible way.

That night, the little red tassel clung to her bed like a candy figure, staying with her all night long. It was also a night like this, holding her hand and blowing on it while saying childishly: "Autumn"

Lan and the others said it wouldn't hurt anymore."

The candle on the high table suddenly exploded and shed tears. Baoying came to her senses silently and couldn't help but slowly pulled away her hand and said: "It's okay, it's just a minor injury."

After finishing her words, the girl opposite didn't speak for a long time. Silence and alienation swirled between the two of them, until the wind outside made the window panes rustle slightly, and when a chill came over, Baoying's heart gradually

I felt a bit guilty and sour, and I couldn't help but hesitate to break the silence.

"Sister, are you still angry with me?"

The girl's words sounded dull and calm. When she looked up, due to the backlight, Baoying could only see Hongying in front of her with her head lowered. No emotion could be seen under her drooped eyelids. In her hand, she was holding the wound that had just been wrapped for her.
Chapter completed!