I promise

Chapter 905
Jingzhe, spring thunder.Yang Qi grows and everything flourishes.

Mu Dianke was wearing a long skirt with bamboo leaf patterns in pale colors and a misty spring shirt stacked against the sky. He was standing pretty under an oiled paper umbrella dyed with thick and light ink, like a new-haired green bamboo, full of vigor and vitality. the breath of early spring.

Fang Xian almost thought he was dazzled.

He looked like he had seen a ghost, and seeing Chang Qianfo holding an umbrella with one hand, holding his wife's slightly waist, and walking steadily to the front, he believed that the woman with bright eyes and gentle smile in front of him was someone he knew. Mu Dianke.

——Perhaps, this is what people call reborn, right?

"Great general." Chang Qianfo raised his hands, the husband sang and the wife followed, and the two saluted together.

Fang Xian cupped his hands in return.

"Mr. Laochang and his wife have been on a long journey," he said.

The world is unpredictable, remembering that he once had a big fight with Chang Qianfo because of his disrespectful words to Mu Dianke, and also consciously and kindly reminded Chang Qianfo not to be deceived by this scheming woman in the small inn in Qingshui Town... In a blink of an eye, the two were married.

He suddenly had a sense of the world changing from white clouds to gray dogs.

A temporary tent was set up on the green grass to shelter Rong Qian'er from the rain.The door curtain was rolled up generously, revealing the open space inside the tent.

The case, the round pier, the book case and the piano case...all the furnishings can be seen.

Simple is a bit crude, but the layout is very stylish and orderly, and the heritage of the old nobleman's style is fully displayed.

A woman in a purple palace dress sits in front of the case and adjusts the strings of the piano.

A burner of incense was burning on the table, and the smoke curled up, weaving a curtain in front of the woman's eyes, slightly blurring the black cloud full of pearls and emeralds facing the phoenix bun, and the jade bones and ice and snow muscles.The outline is graceful and beautiful.

——If you don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaotai under the moon.

Mu Dianke glanced at Chang Qianfo and found that he was a little nervous.But it wasn't that Rong Qian'er was nervous, he couldn't stop glancing at himself.

She was a little funny again.

Rong Qian'er was not a martial artist, so he didn't hear the footsteps of the three from outside the tent.Fang Xian called out "Qian'er", she raised her head, put down the burnt tail in her hand, and walked up to her quickly.

Hatchback seen.

Rong Qian'er apologized to Mu Dianke again, "Ma'am, what an offense."

Mu Dianke smiled slightly, "Miss Rong is very polite. When we met in Beijing in the past, I also felt that I had a good understanding with her. It's a pity that the timing was not right and I couldn't fully enjoy my words. Today is also a regret."

There are two levels of "offense" that Rong Qian'er said, and Mu Dianke also answered two levels.

One is to meet Rong Qian'er in Gu'an Hall to conceal her identity, and the other is to see her off with Chang Qian Buddha today.

Mu Dian is not so generous, but really doesn't need to care too much about these things.

In the past, Fang Rong's family took good care of Chang Qianfo in Beijing; in the future, it's better not to have any grudges.

"When I first came here, I saw a piece of water not far away, with peach blossoms and half trees in full bloom. Does the general have time to accompany me for a walk?"

Fang Xian didn't want to accompany Mu Dianke to see peach blossoms, but he also knew that she had good intentions, so he said, "Madam please."

Chang Qianfofu opened the oil-paper umbrella, handed it to Mu Dianke, and whispered, "When walking, look at your feet, don't walk too fast, and don't go too far...Hold it with two hands, and don't bend it."

Fang Xian really couldn't listen anymore.

Mu Dian could kill a tiger with a spear and cut off half a lake of plum blossoms with a single sword, but there are people who are worried that she won't be able to hold an umbrella with one hand?

Look at Mu Dianke's delicate, delicate and fragile appearance... Fang Xian stretched out his hand, "I'll do it!"

So the soldiers outside the tent saw such a strange picture.

——A woman in green clothes with her hands behind her back, Shi Shiran walked in front; while their general, holding an outrageously delicate ink-painted paper umbrella, followed behind the woman step by step.

It was obviously a kind move, but the general had a face of reluctance, his arms were stretched out, as if he wanted to be two feet away from the woman.

General, is this being coerced?

Going half a mile forward, down the slope, you can see a shallow water beach with Shating Green Lake in it.

An old brown-skinned peach tree opens its green buds in the spring breeze, and half of the peach blossoms soak in the misty rain.

"You are more open-minded. You left your husband alone with a strange woman, and you are free to enjoy the flowers." Fang Xian changed his hand to hold the umbrella, and stood side by side with Mu Dianke to watch the peach blossoms, but they were still far away.

"I have nothing to worry about." Mu Dian laughed, "I'm the young wife of Changjiabao Mingmei. Even if other girls have some ideas, even if they really succeed, they can't avoid me, and they have to be respected." I have a cup of mistress tea, right?"

"You!" Fang Xian burst into flames.

Rong Qian'er is a person like his sister, how could Mu Dianke speak so embarrassingly.

Not to mention asking Rong Qian'er to be Chang Qianfo's concubine, even if Chang Jihai went to Jiankang in person and asked for marriage with three matchmakers and six hires, Fang Rong's family might not be able to put Chang Jiabao in their eyes.

It's ridiculous and deceiving!
"You're just, just... nonsense! Nonsense! Mind, mind—"

He didn't say the word "dirty" in the end, and changed the wording, "The heart is really dirty! Qian'er has a noble character, acts frankly, and has a clean relationship with Chang Qianfo, and has never violated the rules. Think about it What's the mess?"

"Since your character is noble, why should I not be relieved?" Mu Dianke asked rhetorically.

Fang Xian choked.

Mu Dianke shook his head, "Tsk, some people are really dirty!"

I wanted to ridicule Mu Dianke, but ended up getting angry with myself.

Fang Xian stopped talking.

He never won a fight with Mu Dianke.

***
The smoke cage is flat, and the spring mountains are in sight.

Chang Qianfo held the teacup and looked at the distant mountains outside the tent, feeling sad about parting for no reason.

He has no affection for Rong Qian'er, but he is also a confidant who can talk freely about his wishes and discuss the truth of poetry and books.

Rong Qian'er's talents and knowledge, including the broad-mindedness that most men can't match, are all appreciated by him.But even such a woman could not escape the fate of being manipulated and became a pawn in the political game.

This time, the home country is boundless and boundless, and the future is unknown.

Rong Qian'er lowered his head and concentrated on playing the piano, with his ten fingers like white jade onion roots, twirling and hooking the bright brown seven strings.

It's a farewell song.

It is also a grand march.

Chang Qianfo took off the flute from his waist, and played it along with it.It was low at first, and then high-pitched. Both the flute and the qin were melodious, like a free wind, blowing away the tens of thousands of threads in the wilderness, and reappearing loudly.

I'm here to say goodbye, rainy and rainy, and I'm going to be sunny in spring.

Rong Qian'er stood up and bowed to Chang Qianfo, "Thank you for the gift, my lord. Qian'er has no regrets for this trip."

***
Mu Dian could sit on a big rock and watch the waterfowl.

Fang Xian wiped off the rainwater on the stone with the hem of his clothes.

At first, he naturally resisted in every possible way, but he had no choice but to take advantage of it for a while, and was afraid of offending Mu Dianke and saying something to choke him, so he reluctantly did so.

"I'm in a bad mood, you have to let me order." Mu Dianke said.

Fang Xian thought to himself: I really didn't see it!

It's just that he chose not to speak carefully.

At this time, the sound of the piano and flute also stopped, and the drizzle had just stopped. A few white waterfowl perched on the sand, lazily basking in the sun, and occasionally went back to peck the feathers on their backs.

"Smoke is walking, water is home, sleeping in twos and threes is warm sand." Mu Dianke tapped on the bluestone under his seat, and said in a low voice, "For Xie Liluan and farewell, how can I forbid to go to the end of the world... I am more modest The layout of the child is still a little bit worse."

Fang Xian silently recited the phrase "How to resist facing the end of the world" in his heart, feeling lost.

In vain missed Mu Dian's rare moment of humility.

(End of this chapter)