Chang Anqing

Chapter 31 Invitation

With the light and silent rain immersing in the midsummer Chang'an, the unbearably hot weather in the city gradually eased a little, and even the originally restless and floating heat in the air turned cool, carrying a little bit of heat. damp water vapor.The West Street, which lives outside the Imperial City, is full of people at the moment, and Nanan Street is generally the most prosperous place in the capital, and Anxingfang on West Street and Shengyefang on South Street are the gathering place of Chang'an aristocratic families and dignitaries. land.

Under the lingering drizzle, West Street was still rubbing shoulders and shouting endlessly. It seemed that the gloomy weather did not disturb the travel interest of Chang'an people at all. The outside was clean, and I saw only a few young servants dressed in short brown in front of one of the mansions that covered quite a lot of land. There were dozens of guards standing under the front porch. Rules, there is no sound at all, like the stone lion in front of the mansion, as if in meditation.Looking up, between the two lacquered red pillars, on the plaque hanging high on the door, there are a few words written in strong and powerful characters - Linzi Palace.

In the east courtyard of the palace, the winding paths lead to seclusion, and a small courtyard planted with pines, cypresses and green bamboos is even more quiet at this moment. In the middle, both hands are pressing on a guqin called Fengming. The drizzle drizzles through the forest and beats the leaves on the porch. It is dripping on the rocky rock under the corridor, which adds elegance.

The man's lustrous and slender fingertips twirled along with the sound, and the clear rhythm seemed to fall in the garden with a leisurely echo, and it gradually merged with the sound of the drizzle. The sound of the rain is still the sound of the piano.

There is quite a bit of the artistic conception of sitting alone in a secluded room, playing the piano and screaming.

In the distance, a young and handsome young man who was dressed up and dressed gradually approached. He couldn't help but stop when he heard this sound. "Moonrise" is particularly fond of, and every day when he sits alone, he always plays a piece. At first, he didn't think much of it, but after listening to it for a long time, it seems that even he can learn from the sound of the qin. Sounds a little worried.

After the end of the song, the long Suishi slowly stepped forward, leaned down respectfully and said, "The prince, the Taiwei's mansion has just arrived, saying that it is to send an invitation to the prince."

Hearing the words "Grand Commander's Mansion", Chen Zhiyan's drooping eyes moved slightly, and when he looked up, he saw the post handed over by Lin'an.

Taiwei's mansion?
The Linzi Prince's Mansion and the Taiwei's Mansion have always been different. Although the two families are standing on the same court, they have never had any contacts. How could the Taiwei's Mansion send him an invitation.

Between doubts, a figure appeared in Chen Zhiyan's heart, and for a while he was swirling with inexplicable emotions.

When he took the invitation and opened it, the faint scent of chili orchid vanilla immediately wafted through the paper. Although he read a few words, he could already see his free and easy style. When I was a man, I admired more deeply in my heart. I have long heard that Yang Yan, the prince of Chang'an County of the Taiwei's mansion, was tall, clean and elegant, and he liked the famous and famous people of Wei and Jin the most.

It's just that Yang Yan invited him to get together and sit down and talk?
If it wasn't for the thin and expensive piece of paper in his hand at this moment, even he would be a little surprised.

"Your Majesty, can you go tomorrow?"

Hearing the words of Lin'an's temptation, Chen Zhiyan folded the invitation and put it in his sleeve and said, "Since the Duke of Chang'an has kindly invited us, how can we refuse it."

"But our palace has always been different from the Taiwei's palace. Now they have sent this invitation out of nowhere. I'm afraid it's a little strange. Should we tell the prince about this?"

Chen Zhiyan shook his head when he heard the words and said, "Grandfather doesn't ask about the government now, so why should he tell his old man about this matter? Besides, the Duke of Chang'an is from the Yang clan, but his temperament is benevolent, and he is not such a treacherous person. , on the contrary, I am not happy in my life. Tomorrow, you will only take someone to watch it in advance. If there is any change, report it to me in time, and we will not be in a hurry to deal with it. "

Seeing the arrangement of his master, Lin An was a little relieved, and he thought that tomorrow he would bring the most capable guards in the house.

When the drizzle stopped at night, the leaves rustled by the breeze outside the window, and the raindrops on the leaves gently fell from the supported window sill, just sprinkled on the girl's drooping hair under the window, printed with candlelight. , There was a slight halo on the jet-black hair, Hui Rong saw that her master was fascinated by the female red, she stepped forward to close the window, and said to Baoying, who bowed her head and said: "My lady is This hibiscus flower is almost fascinated."

Listening to the sound of the window falling by the ear, Baoying then clenched the thin silver needle with her fingertips into the flower tent, raised her head slightly and rubbed the back of her neck, the next moment she felt that Hui Rong was pressing and rubbing for her. , then smiled and took a sip of tea, stretched out both hands, and looked at the hibiscus flower in his hand from a distance: "The previous two pictures always felt bad, but this one is the only one that looks different from that day. The average one in Furong Garden."

While speaking, Baoying held Hua Bongzi's thumb and gently rubbed the hibiscus flowers she had embroidered stitch by stitch, and the smile on her lips became more and more beautiful.

When she rested for a while and was about to take the needle to finish the work, the voice of the maid suddenly sounded outside: "San Niangzi."

Almost at the same time, Baoying's hand accidentally stabbed her fingertips, and the pain immediately entered her eyebrows. Following Hui Rong's low voice, a beautiful figure hurried over and pulled silk from her sleeve in time. Pati Baoying wrapped the wound, and habitually blew lightly: "This way it won't hurt—"

Baoying slowly raised her head with the hands that held her, looked at the serious eyebrows of the girl in front of her, and felt like she had returned to the past in a trance.

When she was a child, she and Hongying often played hide-and-seek games. Once Hongying hid in the cabinet in her aunt's room, when she opened the cabinet door following the rustling sound, what she saw was a small body quietly. Curled in that corner, when she saw her open arms waiting for her, the little girl rushed towards her with joy, but because she couldn't hold her strength for a while, the soft and waxy body hurriedly slammed into her. , the pain of a thorn also drilled into her palm along with a hairpin.It turned out that Shang Xiao Hongying was hiding in A-Niang's closet when she saw a falling golden hairpin, so she couldn't put it down and played with it, but she never thought that she would be stabbed with blood.

Now she still remembers that the little Hongying was so frightened that she cried and cried, which caused the adults to exclaim and invite the doctor to come, and until the doctor stopped the bleeding for her, only after the maids tried to persuade her in every possible way, Hongying stopped crying.That night, the little Hongying stuck to her bedside like a candy man, and stayed with her all night long. It was also like this night, holding her hand and blowing childishly: "Autumn Lan and the others said, this way it won't hurt."

The candle on the high table suddenly burst into tears, Baoying returned to her senses in silence, and she slowly pulled away her hand and said, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury."

After the words were finished, the girl opposite had not spoken for a long time. Silent silence and alienation swirled between the two until the wind-blown lattice outside made a slight noise, and when a coolness hit, Baoying's heart gradually became A bit of guilt and sourness arose, and I couldn't help but hesitate to break the silence.

"Sister, are you still mad at me?"

The girl's words sounded sluggishly and calmly. When she looked up, because of the backlight, Baoying could only see Hongying in front of her with her head lowered, no emotion visible under her drooping eyelids, and she only held the wound she had just wrapped in her hand. Sipa, rubbing lightly, looked strangely lonely.

(End of this chapter)