box of hearts

Chapter 147 Congratulations to the Groom (17)
Qingtian looked at his face, rubbed his hands and lowered his head, his neck was as slender as a wicker, "Since you know such details, you must know who this person is. Speaking of Pan Heran, he has a bad temper. In the south, he became the leader of the Qing Dynasty, even more arrogant and unruly. The year before last, he went north, and as soon as he arrived in Beijing, he went to Huaiyatang to find me. Only then did he learn that I was accepted into Ruyuan by you. He and I are also old acquaintances. My first guest, when I was still Qingguan, he had been with me for nearly two years, and he never molested me like other guests, but taught me a lot of poetry and human beings. Later He went to Jiangnan to give lectures. Before leaving, he told me that when I grow up in the future, he will also achieve something, and he will definitely marry me back home. I really have no intention of him in my heart. This Pan Heran treated me with the courtesy of a gentleman, and he has been kind to me in many difficult things. I have always regarded him as my elder brother, and I am grateful. To be honest, even though I followed you, there is indeed someone like Meng Lang who is not willing to give up. Yes, but I never paid attention to them. They lost their interest once or twice, so they didn’t dare. But Pan Heran is not afraid of death, and tried to get people to pass some old things to me many times. The willow on the fan He was the one who taught me to draw. Although his inscription was borrowed from the mouth of the ancients, the meaning is obvious and very explicit. I am afraid in my heart that if this continues, one day he will do something excessive to let you know, causing trouble. After a disaster happened, I thought about giving him a simple reply, telling him to stop thinking about it. How many times have I thought that this person has been idle for a few years, and it has become more and more unreasonable, and he actually showed this thing to outsiders! I am really sorry, You will lose face in return."

Qi She's eyes showed two faint lines of laughter, "Which ear did you hear that I lost face?" His fingertips touched Qingtian's dark blue jacquard silk jacket, and the distinct warp and weft seemed to rise and fall. "The number of outlaws who come back from being good and fall back into prostitution are as many as crucian carp crossing the river. It is because they are used to debauchery from south to north, and only see infidelity as commonplace. Once they stay alone in their boudoir, lonely I couldn't bear it, and I couldn't help but to do something. So early in the morning, there was a teller, saying that you, as the number one celebrity, have always been crowded with cars and horses in front of the door, and the crown is like a cloud. How can you be detained in a deep house? Can you survive? Sooner or later, there will be a scandal, and I will be given a big green hat. Now that you have been with me all this time, you are so surprised that you don’t go out of the door. Everyone praised you endlessly, saying that your integrity and talent are 'almost no ordinary people'."

The blush on Qingtian's cheeks became more and more intense, "Are you serious?"

"That's not all. In addition to praising your poems, many elegant people also publicly praised your handwriting as outstanding, with the meaning of "Huang Ting"[17]. Ask your old customers to search for calligraphy. Now on Qipan Street, "Duan Niangniang" in the early years can sell thousands of taels for a small piece of writing, Luoyang paper is expensive. You only write a few more pictures, and if there is a famine in the future, my son will only rely on selling your writing to make a living."

"You'll laugh at me."

"It's not a joke. Your handwriting has been improving so much these two years that you can compare mine to a dog crawling. But then again, I'm always away during the day, and you won't even go outside if you ask yourself. Just shutting up in the room and teasing Mo Han, I'm afraid you'll get sick from boredom."

Qing Tian lowered his eyelashes and smiled, two icy points of light floated on the mercury blue beads on his ears, he was soft and serene, "Why? I practice calligraphy every day and think about you. I just feel that this heart is quiet and peaceful. Huanxi. But if you’re really afraid that I’m bored—you know, I like to draw a few strokes in my spare time, and I have studied with several masters before, but I always feel that I can’t do what I want when I paint. , less personal advice."

"It's easy to handle. Later, I will ask someone to pick a top-notch painter from the painting academy to come to the garden to teach you."

"Nonsense again, where is this garden where men come and go casually? I thought, if it's convenient for you, help me choose a few painters who use rigorous brushwork, clear style of painting, and are good at figures and landscapes. Wouldn’t it be nice to send it to them for correction, and to practice according to their comments, which is convenient and quick?”

Qi She smiled earnestly, "Okay, it's up to you."

"My lord," but after hearing a slow, clear and coquettish call, I saw the little maid Yingzhi come in, "My lord, the banquet is ready."

Qingtian was slightly taken aback, "Banquet?"

Qi She smiled and looked up and down at her, "Go and change into the clothes you like."

After a while, they went out together arm in arm, and came to Yuanxin Hall in a soft sedan chair.A big case has already been set up in front of the hall, Qi She and Qing Tian sit side by side, exchanging cups and cups.On the stage decorated with lanterns and festoons, female storytellers, old men jugglers, ladies playing swords, singers holding sandalwood boards... come on stage in turn.Until the third watch drum, another troupe wiped their faces and played the gong, and even Zhaohua came on stage in person, and the troupe performed Caixi for the master.Qingtian clings to Qi She drunkenly and happily, clapping his hands and laughing loudly, "Rewards! Rewards!" Then the gold and silver zizi were scattered on the table in baskets.Immediately afterwards, there were billowing fireworks, all colors of nine dragons entered the clouds, and phoenix dances auspiciously exploded in the air, gold, purple, green, red... gorgeous colors spread out all over the sky.

Qing Tian kept laughing, but was shaken by the firecrackers so that his brows shrank, and the tourmaline tassels on both sides of the peach heart bun collided into one place... Qi She covered her ears for her, and only knew how to laugh.What he felt was not so much compensation for her overdue reunion, but rather compensation for himself.This is what makes Qingtian different from any other woman: in her—in an extremely weird way—he can always give inexhaustibly, what he himself is lacking.

This pair of lovers immersed in incomparable bliss had no time to notice that there was a pair of sad and resentful eyes staring at them quietly, and then quietly avoiding them just a short distance away.The fireworks flashed, lighting up those eyes and that face. It was a distorted expression, even close to horror, which flashed away on You Yan's usually calm and docile face.You Yan couldn't believe it, no one remembered that today was Cuiyi's anniversary.On this day a year ago, Cuiyi died in despair.She had only been dead for a year, and everyone forgot about her, Xiaojing, Yuepo, Hongzhi, Ziwei... They all laughed happily as if nothing had happened, well, they are slaves, they have to laugh when the master laughs, but What about the pair of masters who laugh the most?One of them was the prince whom Cuiyi had loved infatuatedly, and the other was Mistress Duan who was deeply hated by Cuiyi. They had endured such heavy love and hatred as others, yet they forgot it in the blink of an eye?How noble you forget things!

Youyan gritted her teeth and turned her face, only to see three girls coming forward laughing, they were the ones who took care of the cat every day, Yingzhi was the one who held the cat tightly in her arms, kowtowed and said softly : "Kowtow to the prince and the empress to wish the new year, and wish the prince and the empress a long and happy life."

Laughter, earth-shattering laughter, everyone was laughing, even the cat was grinning with one dark, one-eyed squint.So Youyan also held back the tears, and laughed.

Inside the deep Houmen, the sky is brightly illuminated by gorgeous fireworks, but the ubiquitous joy and sorrow can never be seen.

11.
Time flies by, water flows east in the morning, sun sinks in the evening, and it is already a season of grass growing and warblers flying, and the world is picturesque.

The Prince Regent's Mansion is full of painted pillars and carved beams, and the garden is full of spring.Among green bamboo branches, banana leaves, and crabapple flowers, there are several finely crafted pavilions and corridors across the water.The algae well on the corridor is ostentatious, painted with colored paintings on all sides, and the waterside outside the corridor is full of hibiscus and green grass.

Walking along the grass path, two women approached, one old and one young.The older ones were dressed in dark black glittering clothes, their hair was combed smoothly, and their mouths were extremely sharp. They said sharply: "The Empress Dowager of the Eastern Palace recognizes your mistress and you are her sister. Your mistress is considered to be the daughter of the Wang family. She is actually the same as our lord." It's my aunt's cousin, and this marriage is just like getting closer."

The young one was wearing a multi-veil Xia Yiqian skirt, parting the flowers and brushing the willows with her bare hands, revealing the beauty of Xiangshou, her eyebrows and eyes were startled and her expression was gloomy, "I'm afraid it's just hatred on top of hatred."

Nurse Yao raised her thick eyebrows, "Your Majesty's appearance is what makes people look 'sorrowful'! The most honorable empress dowagers in the world work together to help Your Majesty, what is there to worry about?"

"I am worried that they are not 'working together', but 'each has a ghost'. The East Palace wants to use me to stabilize the relationship between the Wang Family and the Prince, and the West Palace wants to use me to destroy the relationship between the Prince and the Duan family. Such a double-faced knife, the Prince Would you allow him to sleep peacefully on the side of the couch?"

"Your Majesty said this again, which is incomprehensible to others. But the lord is also true. Let us Madam be pure and pure and not love me, so I have to sleep in a chicken coop to be comfortable."

Xiangshou immediately cheered up, "Nurse, how many times have I told you, and if you continue to be so outspoken, I will send you back to your hometown in Yangzhou tomorrow."

"I'm back in my hometown. Who can I talk to when I'm full of worries?" Nanny Yao retorted, with some tears in her eyes, "Even if the concubines and masters in the mansion don't have a vigorous family, no matter how bad it is, who can help you?" Don't have any grandparents who know the cold and the hot? Only our mother, at a young age, came to this Beijing city that was as cold as an ice cellar alone, and the prince didn't know how to feel sorry for him. After so many years, Grandma doesn’t love my uncle, how many difficulties and sorrows are there, isn’t it just me who knows?”

"Stop talking, it's all our own fault." Xiang Shouhang drooped his eyelids, staring at the pair of red-scented toes on his feet as he moved forward in the green grass, "Nurse?"

"Ok?"

"Have you -- have you seen that Duan Shi?"

Nanny Yao wiped her eyes, "Amitabha, how can I see it? But I heard a lot of people talking about it, saying that Duan was transformed by a rat spirit."

Xiangshou smiled disdainfully, "You all know how to make things up."

(End of this chapter)