Chapter 534 Princesss Invitation, Juhua Poetry Club (please vote for me!)
"Sister Qin is gone?"
Deep in the Xunyang Prince's Mansion, there is a Zhulou Tower located in a garden surrounded by mountains.
A beautiful young girl in a pink skirt opened a boudoir window and asked without looking back.
Her eyebrows are dotted with bright red plum blossom makeup marks, and her tone of voice is lazy, with a hint of coquettishness.
"Well, I left the evening before yesterday."
In the boudoir-style pavilion, another pretty girl in red dress, sitting sideways on a beauty couch and warming herself by the fire, nodded and answered with a soft nasal voice.
"Why didn't you mention it? I didn't even have time to say goodbye. Has Sister Xie gone?"
Li Bao'er looked at the plate of chrysanthemums on the window sill with some surprise, and asked.
"No, I had to deliver a letter from my father to the palace that day. Seeing that I was busy, the Qin family sister asked me not to deliver it. She was also anxious to go back to the front line to see Mr. Qin, so she didn't bother with the sad farewell."
Xie Lingjiang held his chin with one hand, held up the chess piece with the other, thinking about the move, and shook his head slightly.
There is a chessboard in front of him, obviously he is playing chess with Li Guoer.
But at this moment, her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned and she was undecided; and Li Bao'er still had some free time to open the window and enjoy the flowers.
Obviously, there was a move that slightly stumped her.
At a certain moment, Xie Ling Jiang Shu raised his brows and made a "click" sound, and the white piece held between two jade fingers fell on the chessboard.
Her flawless white skin made her fingers whiter and more tender, and her fingernails were a lovely light pink.
The tips of his ten fingers are like freshly peeled green onions.
When the noble lady Xie lowered her head and thought deeply, two strands of black hair slipped from her forehead, scratching the tip of her nose.
After the move, he retracted his two scallion fingers and scratched the itchy spot on the tip of his nose.
When Li Guo'er heard the sound of a piece falling, he returned to the chess table from the window.
"Sister Xie's hands are so beautiful." She blinked.
"Play your chess, so many words." Xie Ling Jiang Xiaoqiong wrinkled her nose.
Li Guo'er glanced at the chessboard and responded with a move without even thinking about it.
Then he changed from the posture of playing chess to the posture of supporting his chin with his hands. He blinked his pretty eyes and continued to look at Xie Lingjiang, who was frowning and thinking again, and asked:
"I won't talk, and there's no one to talk to you. Your beloved senior brother doesn't have time to spend with you."
Xie Ling Jiang had a straight face, lowered his head to watch the chess game, and didn't want to pay attention to anyone.
Li Guo'er's face became more and more interested, and he looked at Xie Lingjiang's face.
She just likes Sister Xie, a serious and serious lady with the fifth surname. She has a gentlemanly look, which she inherited a bit from Mr. Xie.
"Elder brother has his own things to do, and you don't need me to follow you recently. You don't understand the way we get along with each other, it's not like we are like glue..."
"Isn't he just participating in poetry gatherings and traveling around recently..."
Li Guoer suddenly changed the subject and asked:
"What is he doing?"
Xie Lingjiang's expression didn't change at all, as if he didn't understand, he said softly:
"Although we didn't go to Xunyangdu to see off the Qin sister the day before yesterday, the senior brother was there at the time. He said he happened to meet her."
Li Guo'er looked at Xie Lingjiang's face and saw no clues, so she asked:
"What did he do when he went to Xunyangdu the day before yesterday?"
"I came back from participating in a poetry meeting in the afternoon...Rong Zhen is also there...cooperating with her to find the owner of Dielianhua..."
Xie Lingjiang whispered, lowering his head slightly, as if looking at the chessboard, making Li Bao'er's expression unclear for a moment.
"Rong Zhen? That arrogant Cai Shang female history?"
Li Guoer smiled and asked, "How did Sister Xie know?"
Xie Lingjiang pursed his lips and said, "Elder brother came back to tell me."
"Tsk, tsk, so honest, the main thing is to be frank, right?"
Li Guo'er smiled and asked again: "Sister Xie, don't you express your gratitude?"
"What does it mean? You go and play your chess."
Xie Lingjiang rolled his eyes at her angrily.
Li Guo'er tried her best to suppress the corners of her lips, clapped her hand on the side of her shoulder, and sighed: "As expected of a lady who comes from a wealthy family with five surnames, she is so magnanimous and magnanimous. She is born with the demeanor of a great lady."
Xie Lingjiang didn't want to talk to her too much.
But after a while, after a moment, she still raised her head and said seriously with a small face:
"That night, during the study meeting, didn't the senior brother leave in the middle of the meeting?
"It's not that he was unhappy. He told me afterwards that he has been experiencing some auditory hallucinations recently, especially in the palace, Jiangzhou lobby and other places where he used to be, and also when he was discussing matters with us.
"It's only slightly better when the night is quiet or when you participate in some entertaining poetry gatherings."
Xie Lingjiang had a look of distress in his eyes, bit his lip, paused for a while, and warned;
"So Senior Brother didn't mean to alienate you. Sister Guo'er, please go back and tell your uncle and aunt to stop worrying."
"Audio hallucination?"
Li Baoer gently tapped his chin with his slender index finger:
"I see. But why are you hearing hallucinations? Do you need the palace to ask for an imperial doctor..."
Xie Lingjiang shook his head and said succinctly: "No, this matter...may be related to that meridian..."
Li Bao'er suddenly stopped speaking, his eyes were somewhat meaningful.
After a while, the two beauties on the beauty's couch continued to play chess. Li Guo'er seemed to be distracted and a little careless, while Xie Lingjiang had a serious and focused look on his face.
But soon, Xie Lingjiang was hesitant again and lost two pieces in a row.
To surrender is to admit defeat.
Li Bao'er's expression remained unchanged, and he poured a small handful of black seeds into the box one by one.
Xie Lingjiang stood up and was about to say goodbye and leave, when Li Guoer suddenly said:
"I haven't seen you for a few days. Father, I am very worried about Ouyang Lianghan. Since he is prone to auditory hallucinations and likes to participate in poetry gatherings, let's organize one. It will be a good time to meet and chat.
"The recent affairs involving Lin Cheng and Wei Shaoqi have put everyone in a bad mood and the atmosphere is serious.
"It's just right. Let's do it in the name of Juhua Poetry Club. I'll be the host and invite some famous people from Xunyang to come.
"Although we can't interfere with the giant Buddha in Xingzifang, in Ouyang Lianghan's words, the money bag and the knife handle are all in their hands.
"But our Xunyang Prince's Palace cannot be completely silent. Scholars and people still support us. At least we still have the pen in our hands. The Prince's Palace must also make some noise and show some appeal to avoid being kicked in the face by some people who are seeking to gain influence."
Li Baoer put away the chessboard and clapped his little hands.
"Thank you, sister. I'm going to invite Ouyang Lianghan and ask him if he can come."
Xie Lingjiang hesitated for a moment, nodded gently, and asked:
"It's best not to let senior brother compose poetry. You know the situation."
Li Guo'er pouted slightly: "I've never seen him write any poems. Don't worry, no one will attack him."
Xie Lingjiang heard this and didn't explain.
At this time, Li Guoer said with a smile:
"Besides, I won't invite that Rong Zhen either."
Xie Lingjiang stood up, waved his hand and left: "It's up to you, it doesn't matter if you invite me or not."
"It really doesn't matter. Then I'll invite you?"
Xie Lingjiang immediately turned away and said with a straight face:
"It's not certain whether he'll come or not."
Before Bao'er could speak, Xie Lingjiang had already stood up and left quickly.
"Oh, what you say is not what you mean."
Li Guo'er's expression was calm and his tone was soft.
…
late at night.
Outside Xunyang City, in the luxurious manor of a family named Yuan, a poetry party had just ended. The guests either dispersed or slept in the manor for the night.
The Yuan family's manor on the outskirts of the city is very grand.
There was a curfew in Xunyang City late at night, and you had to wait until morning to enter the city. Many people stayed at their hosts' houses for one night, or simply got drunk until dawn.
Outside the manor, in a dark forest, a carriage was waiting quietly.
Xie Lingjiang was sitting in the carriage, his clear eyes looking at the curtain in front of him in a daze.
After a while, a drunken figure came from the wall, opened the curtain, and got into the carriage.
"Big brother."
"Let's go to Brother Huang's house."
Not long ago, Ouyang Rong, who had said goodbye to the host and guest of the Yuan family with a drunken look on his face, suddenly regained consciousness as soon as he sat down, and gave an order with relief.
"good."
Xie Lingjiang didn't ask any further questions.
Recently, senior brother often attends drinking parties and poetry gatherings in and outside the city. From time to time, he does not return to the city at night. Gradually, he does not attract too much attention.
Even now, many people in the manor thought that Ouyang Sima, the "good man who has not yet slept", was sleeping soundly in the mansion where he arranged for his beautiful concubine... However, the beautiful concubine was forced to sleep.
Half an hour later, the carriage arrived at a farmyard on the outskirts of the city and parked quietly outside the back wall.
"wait for me."
Xie Lingjiang, who was preparing to go with him, turned around and jumped out of the carriage when he heard the senior brother's words.
Before he got off the car, he took out a heavy baggage from under the seat and brought it in.
Xie Lingjiang sat back in his seat and watched as the senior brother's back turned into the courtyard.
She turned her head, and the small farmhouse reflected in her eyes was completely dark without lights.
After Ouyang Rong entered the courtyard, the lights in the farmyard did not come on for a long time, and it was still pitch black.
Xie Ling Jiang closed his eyes, held his sword across his knees, sat alone in the carriage, and waited patiently.
I do not know how long it has been.
A flash of fish belly white appeared on the distant sky.
There was a squeak.
The courtyard door opens from the inside.
Xie Lingjiang opened his eyes and saw the figure of his senior brother appearing at the door, with the baggage in his hand missing.
He was being escorted out of the hospital by three people who came out of the hospital.
Xie Lingjiang's sharp eyes saw that in addition to the figure of a bearded man, there were two figures that were both familiar and unfamiliar:
There is a figure of a petite and thin little girl with a crown, and a figure of a dull-faced young man. One is tall and the other is short, both carrying mahogany swords.
The elder brother waved his hand towards them without looking back, so the three of them turned around and returned to the courtyard.
The senior brother pressed down his felt hat and quickly got into the car.
Xie Lingjiang withdrew her eyes and helped him sit down.
The carriage continued to move.
"Xiaoxuan is back? And fellow Daoist Lu?"
"Um."
As soon as Ouyang Rong entered the carriage, he took a long breath, responded noncommittally, and began to close his eyes and rest.
Xie Lingjiang stopped talking.
Ouyang Rong suddenly spoke and warned: "Don't talk to the palace for now."
"good."
Xie Lingjiang didn't ask much.
This is the tacit understanding between the two.
"Is the auditory hallucination getting better?" she asked with concern.
Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and just nodded lightly without saying anything more.
Xie Lingjiang felt the warmth in her palms. She looked down and saw that he had grabbed her hand and was caressing the back of her hand.
Senior Brother's palms are warm and thick.
She felt a little relieved.
"Thank you for your hard work, little junior sister."
"Humph, just open your mouth." Xie Lingjiang said with a serious face.
"Who said that? He obviously has a pair of hands."
Ouyang Rong suddenly opened his eyes and took her into his arms.
The latter suddenly felt a pair of big hands starting to "make waves" in the small red pocket in his arms...
Her pretty face glowed red.
Naturally, the little hand pushed forward.
But he failed to push it away.
Not pushing away completely means not pushing away completely.
Finally, the force of her pushing became smaller and smaller, until it was too weak to count, leaving only a symbolic push...
Hmm... Senior Brother seems to like this place very much, just like... with children...
she thinks.
Inside the carriage.
The two cuddled up and sat hugging each other.
The girl's red face was buried in her husband's arms.
Ss——!
I only heard the sound of a thin rustling rope.
A woman said angrily:
"You, how are you so skilled..."
"I'm used to it, I'm quite familiar with this..."
"...?"
Be gentle for a moment.
The pregnant woman spoke with an unavoidable tremor in her voice:
"Don't pinch...don't make trouble, there is something..."
Ouyang Rong lowered his head, buried his face in his hair, and muttered:
"You talk about yours, I'm busy with mine, don't sober up."
"You don't look like you're drunk. You're so smart, you know how to waste it on a slut..."
Xie Lingjiang sounded sad.
She pinched his waist gently, and after a while, she moved her buttocks slightly in embarrassment, adjusting to a position that was convenient for him to move and that she could feel comfortable at the same time.
Xie Lingjiang cleared her throat, which was as soft as her delicate body, and talked about Li Guo'er's poetry meeting.
"Juhua Poetry Club? What is this?"
"It's like this. There is a pot of chrysanthemums in sister Guo'er's yard. The cold wave has entered winter and all the flowers have withered, but it has not withered. It is a bit strange. She used this as an excuse to hold a chrysanthemum poetry meeting. In this early winter, not only
Xie Lingjiang gave a date and said softly: "About three days from now in the morning."
"Three days later..."
Xie Lingjiang saw Ouyang Rong take out a map from his sleeve, looked down at it, squinted his eyes slightly, and seemed to be thinking for a moment.
He put away the picture and said with his usual expression:
"Okay, tell the princess and I will keep the appointment on time."
"good."
Xie Lingjiang nodded and said softly:
"Actually, the palace is also very concerned about you. Uncle Dalang and the others should also go to this poetry gathering. If senior brother has nothing to do, he can talk to them that day."
"knew."
Ouyang Rong suddenly said again:
"Actually, this poem will come at just the right time."
"What do you mean? Exactly what?"
"Those days were actually very busy. I had to attend a lot of appointments. I just had half a day to spare, so it was filled in." He said with a smile.
"That means there is no rest time at all."
Xie Lingjiang was speechless. He didn't know what was good about him and couldn't help but look at him more.
I saw the senior brother opening the car curtain, and the pale yellow morning light from the horizon fell on his calm face.
Xie Lingjiang discovered that the carriage had just entered the city at this time and was passing through the bridge opening of the West City Gate.
Xie Lingjiang followed his elder brother's gaze and looked outside.
The west city gate has just been repaired.
The last time they returned from the front line and rode past, the old bricks they saw had all been replaced by new bricks.
Although this resulted in the entire city gate bridge opening being slightly narrower and the ceiling lower.
However, after the reinforcement, it is safer and there will no longer be the situation where loose bricks were dropped from time to time, affecting the continuous flow of people entering and leaving the city below.
At this moment, Xie Lingjiang noticed that Ouyang Rong's eyes seemed to be fixed on the new reinforced bricks.
After a while, she saw him retract his gaze again, and seemed to utter two words in his mouth.