Chapter 27 Yichun Elegant Gathering Begins to Appear 4
"Qingshuang has met the princess."
Qingshuang bowed with a timid look in her eyes, a bit shy of a girl.
The bustle of the flower boat just now was still warm. Chu Shou rested his elbows on the railing and leaned his back firmly. He looked at the beauty in front of him and felt very comfortable.
Holding half of the white porcelain wine bottle and shaking it, he nodded slightly. The wine occasionally splashed out and dripped on the rose petals flying up to the terrace, like rolling dewdrops.
Qingshuang, as her name suggests, has willow-leaf eyebrows and cherry mouth, peach-blossom eyes and a palm-shaped face, and a high nose bridge. With such an appearance, she is indeed one of the best. When she smiles, she is like the spring breeze blowing on her face. The warmth is refreshing, and when her face is cold, she is
It carries a certain amount of alienation and a certain amount of coldness. It is like looking at the moon in flowers and water in the mist. If you touch it with your own hands, your dream will come to an end. It should be like the moon on the other side of the sky. Everyone can see it when they look up. It is brighter than the stars and deeper than the night. When you look down, you can see it.
At that time, I could only look at her in the water. She looked like water when I held it up, and she looked like the moon when I put it down. Even if she was broken into pieces by the waves, she was definitely not a bird in a cage in the hands of a layman.
She smiled after getting up, turned around quietly and sat back in the room behind the gauze curtain that hung from the ceiling to the ground. There was a qin standing there, which was probably the peerless guqin - Yaoliang.
Thirteenth Niang's eyes followed her steps, admiring and satisfied: "Qingshuang, why don't you quickly play the piano for the princess..."
The corners of Chu Shou's lips curved slightly, he shook his head and raised his hands, saying: "No, it's enough to see the girl's face today, I'll just listen to the music next time."
Qingshuang lowered her raised hand and sat there calmly, her brows lowered, showing no signs of joy or sorrow.
As soon as he finished speaking, a man stepped into the room, and he was the painter on the ship.
Qingshuang Fangfang sat firmly and saw Luo Qi coming with a painting, which seemed to have been framed properly. She immediately arranged her dress, stood up gracefully, and brushed up the gauze curtains. There was some surprise in her eyes, and she said in a sweet voice: "Your Majesty,
Your Highness, has the painting been framed?"
With a smile in his eyes, Luo Qi put the scroll behind him and nodded slightly towards Qingshuang.
Thirteenth Niang took a closer look and immediately greeted him with a smile. Without asking him to sit down, she pulled him towards Chu Shou. The sadness just now was swept away and she said: "My Thirteenth Niang has seen countless people.
Personality and temperament must be seen more clearly than others. As soon as I saw the prince, I thought of the princess, always thinking that one day, we must connect and build a bridge. You and the prince must have the same interests."
"I met Gan Linzhou before, and His Highness the Third Highness said the same thing." Luo Qi raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at Chu Shou with deep eyes.
Chu Shou stood up, nodded and raised his hands to bow slightly. She was a princess with a foreign surname, so it was not her turn. This prince was the hostage of Zhongnan, but he was also formally adopted by Prince Xing. Logically speaking,
, it is indeed time to pay homage.
Seeing this, Luo Qi laughed softly. Although he was the crown prince, in the final analysis he was just a hostage of a small country affiliated with Central and South China. No one in Kyoto was as polite as her.
Suddenly, a commotion came from the half-opened door. Many people put down their hands and ran out of the cubicle in a hurry. As they passed by, excited words came: "I heard that the imperial censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate who first arrived in Kyoto
Come to the gathering too, adults!"
"Someone really invited Mr. Song here?"
"Who can invite me here? Who dares to invite me here?"
"Go and have a look!"
Originally, men and women in Kyoto had long been curious about this Metropolitan Censor who only saw his name but no real person. They all said that the Metropolitan Procuratorate acted ruthlessly and resolutely like a sharp knife tempered with poison. Many of them were imprisoned in the dungeon under the Metropolitan Procuratorate Tower.
They are extremely evil people, and all of them have unusual identities. I heard that there are often wails in the middle of the night. People are more cautious than when the water monster was haunted many years ago. However, the two adults Shen and Mu who often show up are both kind-hearted, especially Shen.
Your Excellency, you are the most approachable person. When you meet people, you just say hello to me and everyone. All the errands of the Metropolitan Procuratorate are: My Lord's orders.
Everyone guessed that this Master Censor must be a vicious old man with scars on his face, but he turned out to be a fair and clean boy next door, Song Yanqing, who was about the same age as everyone else and was a bit frail.
Just like that, everyone was pulled from one altar to another. The wailing in the dungeon of the Duchayuan in the middle of the night instantly became the evidence of Mr. Song’s impartial law enforcement and awe-inspiring justice...
This elegant gathering is originally organized for the children of the appropriate age in Kyoto. Do you understand what "appropriate age" means? No matter whether he is a fierce god or a water moon bodhisattva, as long as he is of appropriate age, please pass the invitation to him. When you arrive at the elegant gathering, you will all be the young man next door, the lady next door... the scholar next door.
...Yake next door.
Chu Shou turned his head to look outside and cursed secretly. He didn't hand out her post. The man said it so sadly, but he turned around and accepted other people's posts...
Song Yanqing...you'd better have something to do, otherwise, no matter how miserable your life experience is, she will never give in again.
Luo Qi saw Chu Shou's thoughts wandering outside the door, lowered his eyes and smiled, understanding in his heart, he called softly: "Princess?"
Chu Shou then retracted his gaze, caught Thirteen Niang's eyes, smiled, nodded gently, and said, "I won't disturb the prince anymore."
She was about to leave, but Luo Qi stretched out his hand to stop her and grabbed her wrist tightly. She lowered her head and looked at the distinct hand. A trace of anger flashed in her eyes, but she smiled gently on her face. Their eyes met.
, but they refused to give in to each other, "What is your prince?"
Luo Qi lowered his eyes and looked at her, but he also smiled and said jokingly: "Everyone in Kyoto said that I should be late to meet you. Now that we have actually met, the princess has repeatedly shied away from the same person..."
Thirteenth Niang laughed dryly and said quickly: "Yes, yes, you'd better leave this kind of work of squeezing in front of people to me..."
After saying that, Thirteenth Niang immediately put down the wine bottle, twirled her handkerchief and said, "Qingshuang, take your piano and go to the private room opposite."
After Qingshuang heard what she said, she picked up the delicate small bronze mirror with her white hands, put it in front of her face and took a photo from left to right, then traced her eyebrows a few times through the dull green Shidai, pursed her lips, and then she was satisfied and raised her head
He picked up the guqin in his hand and said goodbye to the two people in the room.
Listening to the commotion outside, Chu Shou regained her composure. She smiled at Luo Qi, her eyebrows crooked but not sincere, and said: "If the prince really has such a temperament to be manipulated by other people's words, it would be better not to do so.
See you."
Luo Qi's brows turned, and the redness between his brows became more and more vivid. His brows were deeply contoured, and his eyes were heavy. He took two steps closer and replied: "For the sake of a censor who has just come to Kyoto, can the princess put down such harsh words?"
?”
Chu Shou seemed to have heard something funny and sneered. Then he raised his tightly held hand and waved it in front of Luo Qi's eyes. His eyebrows were raised and his eyes seemed to be saying: You forced me to do this.
…
Luo Qi lowered his head and smiled lightly, then realized his impoliteness. He looked at Chu Shou, slowly let go of his hand, raised his eyes, turned sideways, put his hands behind his back, bowed slightly and said: "Please."
Chu Shou glanced at him, and without wasting any more time, he opened the door and stepped out. He was greeted by the sound of "dong-dong-dong-dong" coming from the opposite side. Suddenly, he started to laugh, and a man in Tsing Yi who sang euphemistically and danced with water sleeves came from the back curtain.
Kuan came out, but no one sitting below cheered. Qing Yi was stunned for a moment, then skillfully raised his voice and started singing.
From the moment Song Yanqing stepped into Yichun Residence, the protagonist of this gathering was no longer an old person from Kyoto City.
The Thirteenth Niang relied on the foot strength she had gained from being in this Yichun residence for many years. She walked downstairs briskly and immediately greeted him. She said respectfully and cautiously in her eyes: "I don't know that Lord Yushi of the Capital is here to visit, so I am not welcoming you from afar."
Her voice was loud and clear, not letting Qing Yi on the stage.
Chu Shou leaned on the railing and looked down at the bottom of the building. Yichunju was not high, with only one and two floors. The place where she was was the best place to watch the show. There were tables and square chairs behind them, as well as soft cushions, pine and cypress trees. Potted plants, tea and snacks.
Luo Qi also walked out, leaned against a pillar, crossed his arms across his chest, and looked below without revealing any trace. He rolled his eyes quietly and said angrily: "Master Du Yushi is also here to enjoy the fun with the people. , look at this outfit, it looks like..."
"Tianguan...is Tianguan."
Luo Qi was a little surprised, surprised that Chu Shou would actually answer his words, but when he looked over, Chu Shou's eyes were shining when he looked at the man below infatuatedly, but he clenched his fists. I have a daughter in my family. What's up with that proud expression when you're just growing up?
Song Yan leaned behind and was followed by Shen Yi Ke. The two of them were on par with each other personally. Chu Shou was a little confused. Will Tian Guan grow older after reaching a certain age?
In fact, they originally accepted a post from Wu Zhuo, a newly promoted official in the Ministry of Punishments, and wanted to come.
But after drinking that bowl of Huanshen Powder in the morning, my whole body felt bad. I originally wanted to put it down, but things suddenly took a turn, so I swallowed the remaining antidote given by Chu Shou and came by car. It was a pity that I missed the flower boat when I came to Yichunju.
Song Yanqing was dressed quite festively today. I wonder if he also chose a character, or if he was just dressing up as usual.
Others don't know how the Heavenly Official in this strange story is dressed, but Chu Shou knows it clearly. It's not a biography passed down from her ancestors, it's just based on her imagination of Song Yanqing's face, at least. Before she knew the truth, Tianguan had always been the image of a god who fell into the mortal world in her heart. The god in the sky didn't care about anything, so if he finally fell down, he would hold on tightly and bless her with a prosperous career and wealth. Prosperity, longevity and eternal youth...
Well, Chu Shou looked at the back and strengthened his determination. This is what a heavenly official should be like, wearing a red robe with a gold crown and black hair. The red lining becomes more and more white, and his arms are wrapped in a black guard with gold threads. The wrists, the waist trimmed by a black belt are straight, the hair is tied high and hanging down the back of the head, the gold crown is exquisitely carved, inlaid with bright white jade, the red brocade rope around the waist hangs at the hem of the clothes, and when the black boots move, the brocade rope The few wooden beads at the lower end will start to shake, and the whole person will be full of vitality, filled with God's unique hope and... love.
"Princess, this book belongs to your family, why don't you guess how I am dressed up?" Luo Qi raised his hand and poked Chu Shou to wake her up, but he stood up and waited for her to look over. .
Although Chu Shou impatiently grabbed the railing and turned around, her mood improved a lot. She looked up and down a few times, touched her chin and said: "Red dots, white clothes, white feathers and black hairpin, the Crane Immortal in the Book of Hundred Demons?"
Luo Qi smiled and shook his head, indicating for her to guess again.
Chu Shou said categorically: "Impossible! I have read the Strange News a hundred times, and there is no other possibility except Crane Immortal."
Luo Qi smiled evilly and revealed the answer as if he had succeeded, "I am pretending to be Qian Jiyu, your ancestor."
Chu Shou took a deep breath, clapped his hands, and suddenly realized: "Hiss...that's right, I didn't say I'm not allowed to pretend to be the author."
Luo Qi saw that she didn't mention the burden of his ancestors that he had left behind, so he had no choice but to smile helplessly and stopped trying to attract her attention. Instead, he followed her and leaned on the railing to look at the people below, especially the two people next to the middle ones.
Bit.
Apart from Song Yanqing and Shen Yike, they were also accompanied by exquisitely dressed women, such as Gao Zhishui, the daughter of Gao Yan, the minister of the Ministry of Industry.
In every gathering like this, she always has the ability to come out on top among many famous ladies, and today is no exception.
Not to mention her exquisite attire, even if she came to attend the gathering with the Imperial Censor, she was already able to defeat a lot of girls.
Almost every time, she always gracefully appears in the center of public opinion, closer to the center of attention than others, and every time she can retire successfully with the word "elegant and refined", leaving behind a good reputation for everyone to appreciate.
Other noble ladies may be envious, admired, jealous or criticized, but they are also unknowingly affected by her dress, and they often imitate her unconsciously.
Her outfit today does look like she put a lot of thought into it. Overall, she looks like the exotic flower demon described on page 34 of the Hundred Demons Book, because her costumes and jewelry are not the styles common in Kyoto, especially
Her orchid-shaped tassel earrings jingled and swayed as she walked.
She stood next to Song and Shen, happily accepting the eager gazes cast by everyone. She raised her head high, with an attitude of looking down on all living beings, and scanned the crowd with her slender and raised eyebrows, proud and aloof.
Thirteenth Niang was chatting animatedly below. When everyone saw Gao Zhishui standing next to Mr. Song, they all waved and went back together. Some people placed bets and won a lot of money, while some people missed it.
Good opportunity, lost with an empty pocket.
I don't know what Thirteenth Niang said, but the people who were talking in front of them turned around and looked up at Chu Shou who was leaning on the railing to observe them.
Chu Shou immediately straightened up and looked straight into Song Yan's clear eyes.
He turned his head and looked over, with clear-cut eyebrows and starry eyes. She seemed to be drunk again tonight, but in a trance, he saw the warm night air in the air flowing around his body.
The others only glanced at it and then turned back. Song Yanqing was the only one who didn't know what he was looking at. He was lost in thought, which made Chu Shou feel at a loss.
She looked at his dark eyes, which were so clear and clear, and then remembered the words about "hypocritical love" this morning. Her heart felt sour, so she had to hold the railing tightly to suppress the secret feelings in her heart, but her eyes turned red.
, I don’t know whether it was because I looked at him for a long time, or because I was blown by the wind...
Luo Qi's eyes wandered between the two of them with interest. Soon after, he leaned forward and stepped to Chu Shou's side, put his arm around Chu Shou's shoulders, and turned her around.
The two of them were leaning against the railing, and he was leaning on the railing with his palms. It seemed like he was holding Chu Shou in his arms, which made others feel a little intimate when they saw him.
Chu Shou stretched out his hand to push it away, but he stopped him and knocked on his side tightly.
Luo Qi lowered his voice and leaned his head towards Chu Shou. Chu Shou instantly smelled the fragrance of flowers. He whispered in Chu Shou's ear at a volume that only the two of him could hear: "This is called... with its