So when Jiang Huaiyang opened the door and came in, this was what he saw.
Ruan Yuyi is really good at dancing. She flutters her sleeves and lowers her waist. She is born with a pair of soft bones. She makes the dance of this water-red dress dazzling, just like a blooming rose, growing wantonly in this cold courtyard.
He stood by the door, his ears following her dance, and the soft and heavy bells echoed. He suddenly remembered that the woman in the dream was so soft that she could take on various shapes under his manipulation.
A dark color flashed across Jiang Huaiyang's eyes and he took a few steps closer.
He had known that if she left the hairpin, it meant she would come back. He didn't know how long the dance lasted just to get to him.
At this time, Ruan Yuyi happened to turn around and noticed the black figure not far away.
She hurriedly stopped and saluted, "I have met His Highness the Crown Prince." Perhaps it was because she had just finished dancing, and her body movements still had the charm of dancing. This salute was quite charming.
As soon as she bent her knees, she lifted the hem of the skirt and the sachet in front of her waist, causing Jiang Huaiyang to notice the bright red sachet at a glance, and the patterns embroidered on it seemed familiar to him.
He didn't think much about it. The items in his daughter's house always come up in waves. If the style is popular today, it might change again tomorrow. Once it becomes popular, many noble ladies in the capital will imitate it.
Maybe I saw someone else wearing it.
Jiang Huaiyang stared at her, a coldness forming between his brows, "What are you doing here?"
She quietly raised her eyes for a glance, then lowered her head and said, "When I returned home, I found that I had dropped a hairpin. I searched everywhere for it but it was missing. I think it was left in this temple, so I am bothering you."
"I don't want to miss His Highness today," she added, "so I have no choice but to wait here."
After she said this, he remembered that he had brought her hairpin back to the palace yesterday, as if by some strange coincidence.
Jiang Huaiyang stared at her obedient and submissive appearance and said in a deep voice, "You can send your maid to get it."
"This hairpin was left to me by my mother. My little girl won't be able to sleep or eat well unless she finds it."
This statement is both true and false. The hairpin was indeed left to her by her mother, but it was not the most precious one, not to mention that her mother lived a good life in her old house in Wuzhou and did not miss the people she saw.
"Go and tell the guards outside that the things will be delivered to your house tomorrow." Jiang Huaiyang didn't want to pay any attention to her and walked into the Buddhist hall.
The light in the room was dim, and the Buddha statue in front of him was dark, giving people a sense of oppression. His thoughts naturally broke away from the red water and returned to the silence in front of him.
He took the incense that was nearby, lit it, blew out the sparks, and inserted it into the incense burner. There was a lot of incense stuck crookedly in the burner, and the burned out incense ashes were broken into small pieces and fell back into the incense burner.
When he was the prince, he had always been busy with various schemes, but now he was a little freer. Since he had already planned to do more meritorious deeds for his lieutenant who died in the battle, and prayed for half a month, he could not waste a single day.
He already owed his life to others, and he had not worshiped for a long time. How could he afford to repay him now?
In a daze, Jiang Huaiyang seemed to see the smiling face and the painful face before death alternately appearing before his eyes. Even though these years had passed, the military days with that man were still vivid in his mind.
He discovered his ability among thousands of soldiers and promoted him single-handedly. His lieutenant was brave and good at fighting. He also had a sister waiting at home, but he was just lost in that desolate place.
It leaves the living with endless pain and guilt.
Sometimes Jiang Huaiyang really wants to be the one who falls. He grew up in a deep palace and was surrounded by power. His biological mother was of low status and died long ago. The emperor has always looked down on him. He is the one who truly has no refuge and no one is looking forward to him.
People who go back.
If they heard the news of his death, those people would probably laugh out loud with joy.
He smiled self-deprecatingly.
The incense has burned for a while, and the room is quiet, but there is faint movement outside.
Jiang Huaiyang went out to take a look and saw her talking to a young novice monk, with vegetarian food spread on the stone table.
Ruan Yuyi saw that the prince had gone to offer incense to someone, and although she was curious about whose incense he was offering, she also knew that it was not convenient to disturb him at this time, so she waited outside.
After that, the little master who brought her fast food at noon opened the door and came in. He was a little surprised when he saw her, "Didn't the guests in this wing drive away the donor? It's strange."
When Ruan Yuyi heard this, she knew that someone had been kicked out before. So now that she is standing here, can she understand that the prince at least does not reject her?
The little novice monk was still holding a tray in his hand, "Fortunately, I prepared some extra vegetarian food. I think it's enough to eat." He was about to put things on the stone table when Mu Xiang stepped forward and helped spread the dishes.
"Donor, are you waiting here all the time?" the young novice asked, remembering that he had seen someone at noon.
Ruan Yuyi nodded and smiled politely, "Not bad."
Has she been waiting here for so long? Just because she is so weak that she can fall down when the wind blows?
After the young novice monk left, Jiang Huaiyang walked near her.
Sensing someone approaching, she turned around and called out, "His Royal Highness."
Jiang Huaiyang sat down and picked up his chopsticks.
Although this fasting meal was a bit less oily and not as good as the delicacies in the palace, his expression remained as usual. After all, he had eaten a lot of dry food on plain water for several years in the army, and it was still edible. In winter, it was even colder and colder.
hard.
He caught a glimpse of Ruan Yuyi standing aside, paused, and said, "Since I've prepared your portion, don't hold back." He couldn't eat so much by himself.
Although he doesn't want to follow her wishes, there are still people in the country who are short of food and clothing. After the palace change, the national treasury is not full. He is in a high position, and he must take the lead in frugality.
Ruan Yuyi smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."
During the meal, she raised her eyes to look at him from time to time.
Prince Yu did indeed have a good appearance as rumored, but when he stood there, his back was straight, and he was filled with a chilling air. This air-conditioning is only experienced by people who have been soaked in blood and bones all year round.
Therefore, she always felt an inexplicable sense of dissonance, as if the person sitting opposite her was not the lingering Jiang Qi, but a military commander wearing the guise of the crown prince.
She suppressed the strangeness in her heart.
Seeing her sit down, Jiang Huaiyang once again noticed the sachet on her waist. This time he was so close that he could even identify the pattern embroidered on it - an orange pomegranate flower.
This flower likes light and hates water. It does not exist in Dawu for the time being, but it grows wildly in the Western Regions. Ordinary people have never seen it, but he can recognize it after many years of marching.
As his thoughts flowed, he suddenly remembered that Hu Doctor, who was hunting down the first-rate doctor who fell into the capital a few years ago, was wearing a sachet similar to this one.
And this Hu doctor participated in the bloody battle with the Hu people a few years ago.
Unfortunately, they lost the person.
Recalling the past, Jiang Huaiyang's back couldn't help but tense up, and his fingertips clenched until they turned white.