Qingluo Jinghe

Chapter 2 Jasmine blooms and dyes the summer mood

In May in the capital, just after the catkins filled the sky, the white jasmine in the mansion of the General Protecting the Country rushed to cover the streets and alleys.Ever since Yu Jinghe opened the boundaries of Fangshi in the third year of his pilgrimage, street shops have filled the streets and alleys of the capital.

"Gardenias. Miss, don't you want to buy some and sew them in a sachet?"

"During the Five Poison Months, Miss, I'll add some wormwood. It's grown in Xiazhuangzi on the outskirts of Qingjia. You can rest assured of the quality!"

The girl in red stopped when she heard the sound, and raised her head to look at the old man in the shop.Because of martial arts practice, the girl in red tied her hair up high, and with her tall stature, if it wasn't for her small face, she would still be immature, and her stature would not be enough.Only then can it be seen that they are still nine-year-old and elementary school children.

"Miss." After opening his mouth, the old man remembered that his young lady is one of the most famous people in the capital—her brother who was a real brother won three yuan in a row in the first year, and he was in the limelight for a while.

At the beginning of the year, the Holy Land just bestowed the honor of princess, and the [-]-mile feudal city was in the south of the Yangtze River, where every inch of land and every inch of gold was equal to that of the princess of Taiyuan who had been favored since childhood in the palace. of.

"Princess!" The old man leaned over to worship, "What is the order of the princess?"

The slavery system had been abolished long ago in the dynasty, and the old man was just employed by the General Protector's Mansion and received some monthly money.

"Old man, please hurry up, I just happened to pass by." Looking at the sachets on the pavement, he fixed on a dark blue triangular embroidered oleander sachet on the far side.

When her eyes swept over the golden thread jasmine sachet on the side, the girl in red finally raised her hand, took the sachet with her own hands, and told the book boy who was with her, "Yezi, take two coins."

The capital city in May is so hot that even the color of the flowers has faded. Even the epiphyllum that appears at night can only be dyed with a little moonlight from the stars alone.

The old man looked at his young lady in front of him with pride from the bottom of his heart.How many young masters and young ladies in the entire capital can be born so beautiful and learn martial arts early?
Hanging the jasmine sachet on the waist, the hair on the forehead that was formed into thin locks by thin sweat was scattered by the wind, and a trace of loneliness flashed in the pair of smart eyes.

"Princess, what's wrong with you today?" The book boy Ye Zi saw that something was wrong with her princess today, and finally asked after a long while.

Raising her hand to look at Molan's thread between her fingers, the girl in red opened her mouth, "Let's go back!"

When we arrived at the gate of the mansion, we lingered for a long time.Looking at the brightly lit lights in the mansion, while raising Bu'er, his eyes sank.

As the stars fell and the clouds fell, the rising sun dyed the white jasmine in the mansion orange red, and the half-curved crescent moon was forced into a corner by the sun's rays.It seems that the sun and the moon are shining together, but it is unavoidable to be somewhat depressed.

Thanks to the moisture of the morning dew, there was little dust in the early morning. Today, for some reason, the wind squinted her eyes, and when the girl in red lowered her eyes and blinked, there were half drops of crystals hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Regardless of the high salary, there is even a good reward every New Year's Day. The current owner of the General Protector's Mansion, Qing Mozheng, has a family relationship with the current Holy Majesty, and can be regarded as half of the emperor's relatives.The furnishings in this mansion are very low-key, at least the doors are not made of nanmu.

Pushing open the elm Wufu door, walking inside, raising his eyes, he saw Qingpu and Qing Mozheng, who had not been in the mansion for more than half a year, talking with their backs behind their backs.

"Luoer, why did you come to the study so early today?"

(End of this chapter)