The hazy halo of the two lanterns fell on the little girl with her head lowered holding a red umbrella below.
Time passed bit by bit.
For some reason, one person and one umbrella did not move for a long time.
"Miss, are you back? Why aren't there lights in the room?"
Cai Shou's tentative call came from outside the courtyard wall, as well as the footsteps of several maids.
Li Guoer was startled where he was, and the red umbrella in his hand almost fell to the ground.
She looked around, her eyes moving, like a little fox sticking its little head out of its nest to look at the wind, slightly panicked and alert.
Li Guo'er responded, "Back, back!"
She turned around and was about to enter the house. The oil-paper umbrella she held open in her hand was too big to fit through the door and almost hit the door frames on both sides.
Li Baoer quickly braked and put away the red umbrella.
But just as she walked into the building carrying the red umbrella, she suddenly turned back and jumped back to the door lightly.
She put this "inexplicable" love letter from an "inexplicable" person, no... it was a red umbrella, and put it back in its place.
As if she had not moved, the little girl with plum blossom makeup raised her chin, put her hands behind her waist, and returned to the boudoir upstairs in a slight hurry...
Cai Shou walked into an elegant boudoir with four maids and a platter of pastries.
Li Guo'er was sitting in front of the dressing table, with her back to the visitor, taking off her makeup seriously.
She took off the gold, silver and jade ornaments on her temples with her delicate hands. The bronze mirror reflected a charming face decorated with plum blossoms, her complexion as usual.
Cai Shou handed the plate in her hand to the other maids and looked sideways at her young lady.
She walked to the dressing table, took a wooden comb, and combed her shoulder-length hair.
Cai Shou glanced at the bronze mirror, then lowered her head to look at the young lady with a curious look on her face:
"Why is the lady's face so red?"
Li Guo'er said calmly: "I drank a few more drinks during the dinner."
Cai Shou nodded: "Well, the wine the young lady drank tonight was a bit strong. The young lady rarely blushes."
She lowered her eyes slightly: "This wine is strange."
Cai Shou suddenly asked: "By the way, miss, why is there a red umbrella leaning on the door downstairs? Is it yours?"
"Well, it doesn't seem to be raining today. That umbrella looks quite exquisite. Is it another gift from a young talent?"
Li Guo'er's pretty face showed a look of confusion: "What umbrella?"
Cai Shou was stunned and said:
"Isn't it Miss's? It's strange. When we went to attend the poetry meeting in the evening, there didn't seem to be an umbrella at the door of the building. Could it be that some maid left it behind..."
"Really? I just walked in too quickly and didn't pay attention."
Li Bao'er nodded, squinting at the cold and beautiful face in the dressing mirror, and asked coldly: "You didn't touch it, did you?"
Cai Shou shook her head: "I haven't moved. I just passed by and it felt weird. It's late at night and there is a red umbrella at the door. Over there, this kind of thing is a bit unlucky..."
Li Guoer interrupted in a calm tone: "Then just throw it away."
"oh."
Cai Shou was not surprised at all by the lady's indifferent tone and way of handling the matter, so she turned around and went out to throw her umbrella.
"etc."
Cai Shou turned around in confusion: "What's wrong, Miss?"
Li Guo'er picked up the comb, pulled her hair to one shoulder, looked at the bronze mirror, tilted her head to comb it, and said casually:
"Forget it, just leave it there, don't move, don't worry about it."
"Are you waiting for that ignorant maid to take it for yourself?" Cai Shou scratched her head and said in a somewhat admiring tone, "Young lady is so kind and doesn't criticize the servants harshly."
Li Guo'er didn't say anything, as if he was acquiescing.
At a certain moment, she secretly glanced at the silly little bun-faced maid in the glasses.
Immediately, Li Guo'er seemed not to be interested in the matter at all, and chatted with Cai Shou about other topics.
Not long after, after taking off makeup and changing clothes, Li Bao'er stood up and walked towards the bathtub behind the screen. Cai Shou and two maids wanted to go downstairs to pick up the hot water bucket.
Li Guo'er suddenly stopped: "Cai Shou."
"Ah, what's wrong, miss." Cai Shou obediently turned around.
"You returned home early today. Did you see anything... anyone?"
"What so and so people?"
Li Guo'er stopped in front of the screen, turned around and smiled lightly, her tone as relaxed as usual: "Ouyang Lianghan."
Cai Shou shook her head:
"Didn't Mr. Ouyang just come here during the day recently, taking the angels from Luoyang with him?
"Speaking of which, he hasn't been to our house privately for a long time."
She sounded regretful:
"He didn't even come to thank me, young lady. Hey, why did the young lady ask this? Could it be that she misses him too?"
When Li Guo'er heard the words "Xie Xiao Niangzi", she frowned slightly, then quickly recovered and curled her lips:
"The ghost misses him."
After saying that, he walked into the screen without looking back, took off his clothes and took a shower.
Cai Shou left with the maids.
Hearing the footsteps of the maids disappearing temporarily at the top of the stairs, Li Guoer was standing on a ball of pale pink high-waisted skirt that had fallen off around her ankles. She raised her crystal white calves and kicked away the thin lining hanging around her ankles.
Shirt...she stopped and continued to take off her clothes.
The calm and indifferent expression on his face immediately disappeared, replaced by a look of suspicion mixed with a hint of embarrassment.
Li Bao'er only wore a set of pink and green light bellybands and trousers, twirling her delicate chin with her fingers, pacing and spinning around the tub.
The pace is a bit messy.
There is no doubt that the handwriting on the red umbrella is Ouyang Lianghan's. Li Guo'er can read and write, has a photographic memory, and even imitates other people's handwriting, all with ease.
She would never mistake that guy's handwriting, and it was definitely not an imitation of someone else's, because even the subtle details of his writing habits were exactly the same.
Besides, who in Prince Xunyang's palace would be so bored that he would imitate Ouyang Lianghan's handwriting and write something like this for her.
Is it the old man who eats arsenic because he thinks he will live longer?
So, all the evidence points to a possibility...
This was written and delivered by Ouyang Lianghan himself.
Moreover, tonight, he happened to come to Prince Xunyang's Mansion to participate in the night plan.
Li Guo'er couldn't help but think of Cai Shou's words just now. She turned around and looked at the closed window. Outside was the boudoir of sister Xie's family next door:
"Could it be that I sent it to the wrong place? Are you stupid and went to the wrong yard?"
She stopped slowly, frowned and shook her head:
"But Sister Xie is not in the house, so why are you sending me a love umbrella? And you're saying that...that kind of thing about Meng Lang. You're really shameless."
When I think of the sentence "You are so beautiful, I will never forget it", a young girl who has not yet left the palace feels her cheeks feel a little hot.
During the Yuan Dynasty, on the night of Xie Lingjiang's birthday party, Li Guoer and his family did not attend, and did not know what happened. After the birthday party, Xie Lingjiang immediately returned to Jinling.
And not long ago, when I met the little maid with a bun face on the corridor, she was in a state of anger that she didn't admit, and she didn't care about Cai Shou's thoughts about looking for a book.
At this moment, Li Guo'er thought for a long time and was puzzled:
"However, has your relationship reached the stage of sending love gifts? This princess can see the thoughts of sister Xie's family at a glance, but she seemed to have been shrinking before, and there was no progress. Why did she suddenly
That's all……
"Also, the maids and servants in the palace should know that this is my princess's boudoir. Did he find it on his own?
"And in the evening, Cai Shou clearly went back to the boudoir to look for books. The time overlapped with the time you came to Ye Mou. Didn't you see her? How could you have walked into the wrong yard? Could it be some coincidence?"
The little girl with plum blossom makeup couldn't help but bite her lip and said to herself:
"Ouyang Lianghan, did you do it on purpose or accidentally...wait a minute."
Li Guo'er, who was hesitating to guess, suddenly remembered a past incident.
"When we met face to face for the first time, you seemed to have given me a red oil-paper umbrella as a gift. We met by chance on the mountain path of Donglin Temple. You gave me and Cai Shou an umbrella to protect Cai Shou from the rain..."
The sudden coincidence of contact made the expression on Li Guo'er's pretty face become inexplicably complicated. Her eyes gradually turned to the red umbrella placed at the door downstairs, and she was attracted by it.
"Are you here to give me a red umbrella again? Why does it look so intentional...
"Could it be that if you came to Yemu tonight and didn't wait for me, you didn't mean to despise me and not care about me.
"But you were worried that the princess would return early, so you deliberately ended it early and then sneaked in to deliver the umbrella?
"Ouyang Lianghan, you, you..."
The rather arrogant and narcissistic little girl with plum blossom makeup was doubtful and shy, and her tone was a bit stuttering.
Under the candlelight, this little face is very wonderful...
The next day.
Li Guo'er got up early as usual and pretended that nothing happened.
There were just faint dark circles in the eye grooves, which seemed to be revealing something.
As for the red paper umbrella placed quietly next to the door, she seemed not to notice it and went in and out of the boudoir normally.
Nor did the other maids move it.
It's just that every time I pass by the door of Yihong Umbrella, the lotus steps under the skirt of a certain girl with plum blossom makeup will be a little faster, and I don't know what she is deliberately hiding.
But the remaining light will inadvertently sweep over it to confirm whether it is still there.
Li Guo'er seemed to be waiting for someone to discover that he had put it in the wrong yard, so he quietly took it away by himself, pretending that nothing had happened.
Or...it's like...waiting for his further disclosure?
She didn't know what she was waiting for, or what she expected.
The next few days passed in such an ordinary time.
The agreed-upon night came again, and Li Guoer once again participated in the poetry meeting of Juhua Poetry Society, but did not return early.
Li Guo'er was a little absent-minded during the evening poetry gathering.
After it was over, she stood up immediately, rejected the young talents' invitation to please, and left quickly, returning to Prince Xunyang's Mansion.
The night conspiracy was over and Ouyang Lianghan had already left.
Li Guo'er turned around and found an excuse to send away the followers who were waiting for him.
Approaching the boudoir, she slowed down her steps and clenched her beautiful hands slightly in her sleeves.
Arrive at the boudoir.
Li Bao'er looked forward, held up the skirts on both sides, walked into the courtyard, and immediately saw a brand new aqua oil-paper umbrella quietly placed next to the red umbrella at the door of the boudoir.
The format is exactly the same.
He confiscated the popular umbrella and put a new umbrella in it.
And when I opened the new umbrella, there was a line of familiar handwriting.
"Look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk...I miss you when I walk...I miss you when I sit down...I miss you? You, you, I'm done with you..."
Li Bao'er closed the umbrella with a "tang" and looked around, her pretty face a little embarrassed.
After looking around for a while, while there was no one in the boudoir, she quickly put the green umbrella back intact, pretending she hadn't seen it, and slipped into the building.
But in the next few days, Li Guo'er seemed to be distracted from time to time, as if to verify something again, and flipped through the calendar frequently, as if he was anxiously waiting for a certain date.
A few days later, finally, another night plot in the study room of Prince Xunyang Mansion began.
She returned to the palace late at night after attending the poetry club's regular poetry meeting, and Ouyang Lianghan had already left.
Li Guo'er found another reason and sent away the maid with a colorful ribbon.
She pursed her lips, feeling both shy and expectant. This feeling was very strange. The little girl had never tasted it in her previous seventeen years of life.
Entering the boudoir again.
Next to the door of the boudoir, there was a pale pink oil-paper umbrella.
Li Guo'er, who was originally hesitant, quickly quickened her pace and opened her third new umbrella.
On the umbrella, there was a short sentence he said as usual.
"If you ask about leisure time... a river of tobacco, the city is full of wind and rain... plums and yellow Shiyu."
Li Bao'er was stunned for a moment, chewing repeatedly in his mouth.
"Huh..." This poem has a weird format and does not follow the ancient rhythm, but it is extremely catchy.
She knew that this must be just a fragment of a sentence, but he picked it up with ease, as if he casually wrote it down on the umbrella when he was homesick and melancholy at a certain moment, with no fear.
This level of talent and blank space is simply tantalizing.
After chewing it for more than ten times, Li Bao'er suddenly stamped his feet.
Why do you write so easily, instead of doing serious things, why do you put all your talents and thoughts into this kind of love poem to seduce a woman? Do you just miss her so much?
One moment I couldn't put it down, and the next moment Li Baoer threw out the new umbrella like a hot potato and hurriedly put it back in place.
Still avoiding and not daring to touch.
It seems that they are afraid that once they touch it and accept it, it will be like completing a certain ritual and being contaminated by something that makes most women in the world love, hate, be obsessed with, and break their hearts.
But as a result, three more handmade oil-paper umbrellas appeared at the door of the boudoir. Certain things could no longer be hidden. On the morning of the second day, Li Guoer noticed that Cai Shou and the others were looking at her strangely.
But no one dared to ask her face to face, and no one dared to touch the umbrella without authorization.
But in the dead of night, Li Guo'er, who was troubled by her love, couldn't help but cursed in shame:
"You Ouyang Lianghan, you... you are such a hypocrite, no wonder you have been reluctant to accept the Xie family sister, and you actually did such a thing behind her back... tarnished, tarnished the innocence of this princess."
Although he cursed, for some reason, Li Guoer couldn't feel much hatred in his heart.
Perhaps she admired Ouyang Lianghan's resourcefulness, talent and skills along the way.
And to be admired and expressed by outstanding peers, most women will not find it greasy and disgusting, or in other words, it is another special kind of disgusting and disgusting.
I hate his straightforwardness and boldness, which makes me extremely embarrassed and annoyed.
But when she thought of the sister of the Xie family whom she had longed for, a strange, innocent and comfortable emotion suddenly flowed through her chest, as if she had received some kind of strong affirmation and recognition.
This is a secret competition that only exists between beautiful and outstanding women.
But why do I feel so panicked?
For several days in a row, Li Guo'er was as distraught as a thread. She bid farewell to the understatement of the past and took it easy.
One night, in front of her boudoir bed, as she was undressing and about to fall asleep, she suddenly remembered something, put on her clothes and got up, walked to the bookshelf, and pulled out a large tome.
After hesitating for a moment, he took out a Donglin Temple marriage lottery that had been hidden for a long time.
After hesitating for a moment, Li Baoer suddenly opened the signature paper.
Take a closer look and think:
"Take this flower bush and look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king."
She frowned and looked down. Under the red paper, there was a column of interpretation words written by Master Shandao:
"While surrounded by thousands of flowers, I still don't bother to look back. Half of it is because I am devoted to the Tao and have a pure heart and few desires; half of it is because I met a dazzling person early in my life. Naturally, I don't look down on the ordinary. This is fate, and it is also true.
Tribulation, difficulty in crossing, difficulty in crossing..."
There seems to be a pause at the end of this string of interpretation words, and finally the eight characters are left:
It's as bright as the moon, when can I break it?
An incomprehensible Zen poem, Li Guoer understood the meaning at a glance:
"When can the bright moon hanging in the sky...be picked out?"
Li Guo'er stayed where he was.
She suddenly remembered those days when she was deeply disappointed when she was inspecting those talented people who had defected to scholars. She used to feel unconvinced and unwilling to admit defeat, but now...
She remembered comparing them frequently with Ouyang Lianghan, her brother's counselor in the house, but they were always inferior.
I remembered that Ouyang Lianghan, as the noble man in the prophecy, had yet to send the "bright moon" thing by accident.
I also thought of... a certain way of opening up something wrong by sharing wealth and adversity.
"Ming...Mingyue, why is it Mingyue again? Wait, could it be...could it be that...the Mingyue in the prophecy is Ouyang Lianghan himself?"
In front of the window, under the moonlight, there is a little girl with plum blossom make-up who is mumbling and speechless, her little deer bumping around, her cheeks gradually getting hot.
There is no trace of the arrogance and arrogance of not long ago.