little wife

Chapter 26

Zou Zelin said indifferently: "Wait a moment, let Miss Ning and I have a few more words."

How dare the emperor wait for him? Only the arrogant Zou Zelin dared to say that.

This Zou Zelin is the grandson of Zou Taifu, the elder of the three dynasties. He was weak since he was a child. With his sharp mouth, he offended countless dignitaries. He made good friends with Jing Yun and Ning Heng, but was caught in a conspiracy case by Yang Yan's design. Emperor Sheng He was powerless even though he loved talents, and was sentenced to beheaded. , Blood spattered Meridian Gate.

Zou Zelin is extremely talented, and countless poems have been sung by noble ladies in the capital. Ning Luo has admired his name for a long time in the boudoir. Today, seeing a real person, he couldn't help being a little excited: "Mr. My joke, but I really like your poems and paintings very much."

"If you like it, I'll draw ten or eight for you." Zou Zelin said generously, "When it's convenient for you, I can also draw a portrait for you. The beauty in the painting will definitely make people fascinated."

Zou Zelin's painting skills can be called the best of Chen, but he is proud of his talent, and he paints according to his own preferences. Even the imperial concubine Mei Huanggui once invited him to the palace for a portrait, but he declined because of his arm injury, and even went out for a month. , put the invitation completely behind, and finally let it go.

"Zelin, Luo'er is my younger sister, don't be so frivolous." Jing Yun said in a deep voice, for some reason, Zou Zelin's chic style that he admired very much on weekdays is not pleasing to his eyes today, and he can't wait to see her immediately. Keep this person away from Ning Luo's eyes.

"Sister?" Zou Zelin opened the folding fan with a "snap", with a suave look, "You and I are good friends, and your sister is my sister. That is really a family, not frivolous."

"Be careful that you'll be blown away by Ning Heng's punch." Jing Yun said coldly, and dragged him away. Zou Zelin was still unwilling to turn around and said "Ai Hei" to Ning Luo twice. Ning Luo looked funny, I couldn't help covering my mouth and laughing.

Drinking tea, appreciating flowers, and chatting, this time passed in a blink of an eye, and all the competitions of the flower appreciating party were over. Emperor Sheng He and Concubine Mei Huang whispered for a while, and Concubine Mei's smile was a bit forced, and her voice was soft. After a few excuses, Sheng Hedi smiled and held her hand.

Concubine Meihuang turned her anger into joy, and then she sealed the first name of Qiji in the peach blossom paper and handed it over to Emperor Shenghe.

Emperor Sheng He waved to Zou Zelin: "Zou Aiqing is the champion of the new department, please read the peerless beauty of this flower viewing party for me."

Zou Zelin walked up to the high platform with the peach blossom paper in high spirits, looked at it twice, and beamed with joy, and said: "The famous piano player, Ning Luo, Duke of Ning State, flows like a fairy, and the melody has become unstoppable."

With a bang, the sound of the teacup shattering came from the left side, which was the gauze tent of the Zhao family in Taiwei's mansion.

Ning Luo walked out of the gauze tent calmly, and bowed to Emperor Shenghe to thank him.

"The number one chess player, Yu Huiyao from Shangshufu," Zou Zelin paused for a moment, then happily said, "The number one player in calligraphy, Ningluo from Ningguo Duke's Mansion, has a touch of Tibetan elegance, and the fragrance of ink is deep and light."

Ning Luo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, was he going to praise her from head to toe?

Someone beside him laughed: "Young Master Zou, good poems."

Zou Zelin cupped his hands solemnly: "It's Miss Ning who writes well, so I can recite it."

He looked at the peach blossom paper while talking, and couldn't help frowning and looked at Emperor Shenghe: "Your Majesty, this painting is famous..."

Emperor Shenghe ignored him, and just pointed to a bearded man beside him: "Mr. Weng, tell me."

The surnamed Weng stroked his beard and said: "The name of the painting master was chosen after a long discussion between us. These eight beauties each have their own merits, some are good at freehand brushwork, and some are good at ink brushwork, but in terms of painting skills, But the little princess of Prince Qing's Mansion is the most outstanding. Although Miss Ning is freehand and romantic, she has painted the verve of the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, but her technique is a little lacking, while Miss Zhao is on the contrary, her skills are outstanding, but her charm is a little lacking. She will be ranked second and third, given time , the two of you must be the ones who can be made."

This person is Da Chen's famous painter, and Zou Zelin was also taught by him when he was a child. With the name of master and apprentice, Zou Zelin didn't dare to be presumptuous, so he bowed down and announced after being taught: "The first name in painting skills, Guojun Wangfu Yaoyue County host."

This result was already expected by Ning Luo. Weng Gong is good at painting, especially fine brushwork, and has high requirements for students' painting skills. Although her painting has a long artistic conception, it is more free and easy and less skillful. In Weng Gong's eyes, it must be If there are shortcomings, she doesn't have to be such a bird; and Zhao Daiyun's painting of a tiger is not an anti-dog, and she will definitely not get the first name.

The following poem, Camellia, also had results. These seven skills, Zhao Daiyun exhausted all the tricks, but finally only managed to get the first place in "tea skills".After the rewards were awarded, there was a feast of flowers, and Zhao Daiyun disappeared early, and Lv Zhu inquired, saying that the girl from the Zhao family had fallen into the water and caught the cold, so she asked for leave and went back home.

Back in the mansion, the old lady, Qin Xianglan, and Ning Chengshi had been waiting in the inner hall early on. Luzhu was very excited, and chattered about the grand occasion of the flower viewing party, only hiding the part about Ning Luo. In such a dangerous situation, Mrs. Ning He kept praising Ning Luo for being unruffled and talented. Ning Luo leaned in front of the old lady and kept laughing.

Ning Chengshi looked back anxiously, and asked anxiously, "Where is Xuan'er? How is she playing the piano?"

The smile on the corner of Ning Luo's mouth faded: "Sister Seven went back to rest."

Lu Zhu snorted angrily, and opened her mouth to complain, but Ning Luo glared at her.

"Oh," Ning He sighed heavily, "Yixiao Dafang, she, it's better not to be too ambitious, and read more books."

Ning Cheng's face turned red, and Ning Luo hurriedly smoothed things over: "Second Aunt, Seventh Sister is probably not feeling well, you should go and see her."

As if he had been pardoned, Ning Cheng immediately pleaded guilty and walked away quickly.

Everyone was chatting and laughing, until dinner time, the family members came back, Ning Zhenchuan had already received the good news, and asked some details, his eyes could not hide his love for his daughter, only Ning Heng had a serious expression on his face , I don’t know what’s on my mind.

The next day when the academy had a rest, Ning Luo rarely had to get up early, and slept lazily until the sun was high before getting up. Zijing came in to take care of her and said, "The young master has been waiting for the girl outside for a long time."

Ning Luo felt bored, ever since Ning Heng was allowed to practice martial arts, he was like a kite flying all day long, almost disappearing every day, why did he come to her today?

When she got to the outer hall, she saw Ning Heng standing with his arms folded, with his back to her, looking at a painting in the middle hall.

This is a picture of blowing a flute under the moon. A man with a wide robe and wide sleeves is standing sideways holding his flute, leaving only a stern and tall back under the moonlight.

Ning Luo blushed, and she walked behind Ning Heng in a few steps: "Brother, why are you so engrossed?"

"Who is this painting?" Ning Heng turned around and asked meaningfully.

This painting was made after returning from the Taiqing Bieyuan, and the painting was exactly the scene of Jing Yun playing the flute in the pear forest that night. Ning Luo almost thought that the little secret in her heart had been discovered by Ning Heng, so she pretended to be calm and said: "I will do whatever I want." It's just a doodle."

Ning Heng waved all the serving maids to go down, leaving only two brothers and sisters in the room.Staring at Ning Luo's eyes, he asked in a deep voice, "Do you like Yuan Xi?"

Ning Luo's face turned even redder, she lowered her head shyly, drew circles on the ground with her toes, and muttered, "Who said I liked him... I didn't..."

"No, that's the best." Ning Heng's face was solemn, "Jiumei, you can like anyone, but you can't like him."

The spring is bright, the birds on the branches are singing happily, and the apricot blossoms on the wall are in full bloom.

It's just that all of these can't sweep away the haze in Ning Luo's heart.

Sitting on the swing, Ning Luo swayed once and for all, and Ning Heng's words rang in her ears again.

"Jiumei, Yuan Xi has someone in his heart. He is so obsessed with that girl that he doesn't care about anyone else. No matter how beautiful you are, he won't like you."

"I know Yuan Xi's temperament best. I won't give up easily if I'm sure. Although I don't know who that girl is, I know that he almost doesn't think about eating and drinking because of her. Usually he listens to his mother the most, but his mother replaces him. He talked about a marriage, but he refused without saying a word, leaving no room for it."

"Listen to brother, don't think about him, he is really good, but he is not your good match, you will be sad, brother doesn't want to see you like this."

The heart that had just started to ignite was chilled by these few words. Ning Luo couldn't get up to do anything, and even the lotus seed red bean paste, which was her favorite drink in the past, lost its delicious taste.

Zijing trotted over, with an excited look on her face: "Girl, we have guests at our house."

Ning Luo waved her hand to express her lack of interest.

"Is it His Royal Highness King Rui? Miss Nine doesn't like him." Lu Zhu curled her lips. She used to like Yang Yan the most. She always felt that Yang Yan and her own girl were a match made in heaven, but Yang Yan took Zhao Daiyun from him during the flower viewing party. Rescued from the green lake, His Royal Highness King Rui, who was covered in golden light, lost color in her eyes.

Zijing shook her head and said mysteriously: "No, guess again."

"Whoever comes has nothing to do with our girl. Girl, why don't we make a paper kite and play together? What kind of girl do you like?"

Ning Luo stood up in a dispirited manner, and within a few steps, Zijing followed eagerly, muttering: "This one is very popular today, Tan Hualang from Jinke, who is going to pick General Bei Zhou." Jing Yun, son of the Marquis of Yun..."

Ning Luo stopped in her tracks, Jing Yun...what did he come to Ningguo Mansion for?
In the main hall of the front hall, apart from the crisp clashing of teacups, it was almost eerily quiet.

On the host and guest chairs, Ning Zhenchuan and Jing Yun sat side by side, completely silent.

This feeling of uneasiness in his heart was almost the first time in his life for Jing Yun. He could be calm even in the face of the Holy Master, but he did not expect that today, facing the Lord Zhongshuling face to face, he would have a kind of An inexplicable feeling of guilt.

Maybe it was because Ning Zhenchuan was offended by Ning Heng's incident some time ago.

"Lord Ning, I was the one who offended you so much before, and I still hope that Lord Ning will forgive you." He pondered for a moment, and sincerely apologized.

"I don't dare to be a dog, I have to thank my son," Ning Zhenchuan said indifferently, "I always remember the teaching of my son before returning to Yunju, and I will never dare to treat a pair of sons and daughters favorably in the future."

Jing Yun's palms couldn't help sweating a little, he stood up and bowed to Ning Zhenchuan to the end, and said seriously: "Master Ning, don't make fun of me, just call me Yuan Xi, Yuan Zhi and I are siblings, his My father is my father, so how about I call him uncle? I was the one who was abrupt in the past, and I would be punished if I wanted to beat him, but my nephew would love it."

These words are sincere, no matter how unhappy Ning Zhenchuan felt, he could no longer put on airs, so he could only smile and say: "Yuan Xi is serious, I understand your good intentions, and you will be punished if you say anything." , Heng'er and I should come to the door to thank you."

Only then did the atmosphere relax, and the two of them chatted while drinking tea. Ning Zhenchuan, as the secretary of the Zhongshu Ling, was good at words. Jing Yun's intention.

Jing Yun didn't dare to slack off, and tried his best to accompany him, but the more he got to the back, the more he felt like sitting on pins and needles. Seeing that there was no movement outside, he finally couldn't help but cautiously said: "Uncle, I don't know if sister Luo is here? I have something important to do. Ask her for advice."

(End of this chapter)