As he spoke, Nangong Chu leaned forward and grabbed Xia Shang's hand. The belt that had not yet been tied slipped off again, and the dress on his chest was half unbuttoned, and a touch of amorous feelings was about to come out.
She is truly a maverick woman who speaks and acts differently from others.
But it fell into the hands of a man like Xia Shang who was also different from others.
Xia Shang liked softness but disliked strength. Nangong Chuxin's aggressiveness made Xia Shang feel uncomfortable, so he pushed away the hand and responded indifferently: "As the princess said, whether you like it or not is a personal matter, and whether you want to stay or not is also a personal matter.
Personal matter. Although the princess is as beautiful as a fairy, she is not as affectionate as my wife at home. It is okay to talk to the princess. When it is time to go home, it is time to go home. Even if the mountains and wild flowers are everywhere, I only want to admire the unique beauty in the courtyard.
One branch."
When he said this, he thought that Nangong Chu would be angry and would continue to entangle him. Unexpectedly, the other party nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "It's not in vain that I like a match, and this statement does not lose the style of a gentleman. But in this way, at this moment, I and I
Isn’t your wife more adequate than before?”
"Not now, but forever."
Fang Nangong Chuxin couldn't sit still: "You said I can never be as good as your wife?! You...you...you are so good! But tell me, what is my shortcoming? Is it my life experience? Is it my appearance?
Is it talent? Is it resourcefulness?"
"In terms of life experience, appearance, talents, and resourcefulness, the princess is not inferior to my first wife, but she lacks the love accumulated day and night."
Nangong Chuxin is a very smart person. She had known that Xia Shang was a person who valued love and justice. She only had a few words with him. How could she compare to the daily love between him and his wife?
When I thought about it, my eyes darkened, maybe I had never loved anyone before, and today my emotions were out of control.
Seeing that the chessboard on the table was in chaos, the outcome of the chess game on the board was undecided, but the chess game below was played extremely badly, I underestimated this man's determination.
"Hey!" Nangong Chuxin sighed quietly, then put on his coat and tied his belt, "Don't blame me, sir, Chu Xin lost his composure today."
While talking, the pink gauze curtain of the small pavilion was lifted, and Yao'er came back with plaster. Seeing that the two of them were sitting opposite each other with normal posture, they felt at ease. I don't know why, when I saw the two of them facing each other with their mouths facing each other, they were a little surprised before.
Angry also has some jealousy.
The princess waved her hand: "You are here to administer medicine to the young master. I will go and come back."
After saying that, he stood up and saluted Xia Shang: "Young Master, you will be here later."
After the princess left, Yao'er came to Xia Shang with a blushing face and said softly: "Young Master, please forgive me. It was Yao'er's fault before."
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."
"Where is the young master injured? Yao'er applies medicine to the young master."
Xia Shang probably pointed, and Yao'er felt even more self-reproached when he saw it. He moved very gently, for fear of hurting the other person.
After a while, the princess returned to the hall, bringing with her a guqin.
"My chest was tight before, thanks to the young master. Chu Xin played a piece of music on the zither for appreciation and gratitude."
Yao'er wiped away the remaining wine for Xia Shang behind her. She was overjoyed when she saw the princess. She whispered to Xia Shang, "Young Master is so lucky. The princess has never spoken to a man, and even the prince has never heard her."
Seeing Nangong Chu Xin placing the qin on the chessboard, he adjusted it a little, then looked at Xia Shang softly, then plucked the strings and made some sound.
The beautiful sound of this piano is by no means a one-day achievement. Although it is not intended by a famous artist, it also reveals the state of mind. The sound of the strings is like falling flowers and flowing water. When the eyebrows are lowered, it is like a garden full of withered plums but no origami flowers.
The performance is lonely. This piano is not music but talking, like whispering in the ear, like crying in an empty room late at night, as if I wish I could tell all the words of bitterness to Xia Shang. This life is noble and wise, but in the end it is not worth the empty heart.
, also needs light.
Xia Shang understood that the music played by the other party was an apology for the previous unreasonable entanglement, and he was also crying out about his helplessness despite his appearance and beauty.
As soon as the sound of the qin changed, the person playing the qin began to sing again.
The song is: "The immortal mantle is fluttering, smelling the fragrance of musk orchid, the lotus clothes are about to move, listening to the clang of the ring.
The dimple smiles with spring peaches, the clouds pile up into the bun, the lips bloom with cherry blossoms, and the pomegranate teeth are fragrant.
The slender waist is beautiful, and the snow is dancing in the wind; the pearls and emeralds are shining, and the forehead is full of goose yellow.
When you wander among the flowers, you should be angry or happy; when you linger on the pond, you will fly like a bird.
Her eyebrows are furrowed and she is smiling, she is about to say nothing, her steps are suddenly moving, and she is waiting to stop but is about to start.
I envy him for his good quality, pure and smooth; I envy him for his fine clothes, and his shining articles.
If you love the other's appearance, you will be fragrant and jade-carved; if you admire the other's attitude, the phoenix will fly like a dragon."
Isn't that the tune of the song in "A Dream of Red Mansions" when Baoyu enters the dream and warns the fairy?
I never thought that Nangong Chuxin was also a thoughtful person, and actually added a tune to this pale melody. This singing was really mellow and charming, and it matched the dreamlike and real artistic conception.
As soon as this song was sung, Yao Shiyao couldn't help but clapped her hands and exclaimed: "Singing is so good."
"Whether it's good or bad, what's the use if no one understands it? Today's business is closed, you can take the young master to the banquet and sit down."
After saying this, she could not help but look sad. This is a princess, but she is also a bit pitiful.
Besides, Xia Shang was sent to the banquet by Yao'er and saw that the banquet was already half over.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xia Shang entered the inner hall directly and reached the head table.
Prince Yong, the prefect, and all the Yangzhou bigwigs were drinking heartily, but there was always one person left at the table. I don’t know who he was staying for, but I guess he must be a very special person.
When a handsome young man came over, Yao'er said to the prince: "Madam ordered my servant to send the young master here."
King Yong was drunk and pointed to the side: "Since you are here, then take a seat."
Xia Shang sat down, which aroused a lot of discussion.
The prince reserved a seat for just this one person. Isn't this a great deal of honor?
When Xia Shang came over, the magistrate's expression changed, and there was a hint of coldness in his smile, which made Xia Shang sneer in his eyes.
Whether this guy can survive today depends on his fate!
"Xia Xiaosheng! Why is it you?"
A familiar voice suddenly came from above the table. Isn't the gray old man next to him none other than Mr. Zhuo Bufanzhuo?
"Mr. Zhuo!"
Xia Shang was overjoyed and hurriedly raised his glass.
"Goodbye, Xiao Qingshan. How is the old gentleman?"
"That's great!" Mr. Zhuo was also full of joy, "I didn't expect that this empty seat that everyone coveted was left to you alone by the prince! It is true that heroes come from young. With Xia Xiaosheng's ability, it is natural for him to be appreciated by the prince.
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Xia Shang laughed: "Mr. Zhuo is doing well!"
"Hahaha! Come on, let's have this drink first."
An old man and a young man drank heavily regardless of everyone's doubts. After three drinks in a row, they relaxed.
Mr. Zhuo fell into nostalgia. He held up his wine glass and recalled the days of Xiaoqingshan Kuangfeng Village. He was really touched.
"I wonder how Miss Yue is doing?"
Thinking of that superior woman, Xia Shang also had some feelings: "Yes, I wonder where she is now?" (To be continued)