This can be remembered

Chapter 13
Dongdu town
Xia'er pushed open the door of the post house, and saw Ling Xuewei half leaning against the bed, covered with a layer of cotton and warm blue and white quilt, and draped in a blue floral cotton quilt, quietly looking at the window blown by the autumn wind. Yellow leaves, there seems to be something on the brows.Because the wound was not healed, she had medicine on her head, but she no longer used white gauze, but replaced it with a blue flower forehead that is commonly used by folks. In addition, it has been rainy for several days, and the weather has turned much cooler, but the clothes she carries are more summer clothes. Xia'er is in the market. Buy back such a set.The eastern capital is prosperous, and even the surrounding towns are bustling day after day, but compared to the capital city, it is much inferior.

"Miss, Mr. He is here." Xia'er said softly, stepped out of the way, and an old man with white eyebrows and white beard walked in. Seeing Ling Xuewei's improvement, she couldn't help laughing: "It seems that Miss's injury is over. Turn around."

Ling Xuewei had already looked this way, and smiled gently: "Thanks to Mr. He for saving me."

Langzhong He stepped forward and took his pulse carefully, raised his head and said to Ling Xuewei: "Miss is weak, although the injury is getting better, but it must not be sloppy. It has been rainy recently, has Miss ever felt a headache?"

Ling Xuewei nodded when she heard the words: "There are some, they are not fierce, but they are lingering, making people unable to sleep peacefully."

He Langzhong stroked his beard, concentrated for a moment and said: "Miss's own concerns should be put aside for now. This illness requires special attention, and no matter how urgent it is, you have to put it aside, so that you can recover quickly." Then he took out a pen and paper and said: "I will continue Prescribe a prescription, twice a day, decoct slowly over low heat, and take it continuously, it should be able to relieve Miss's headache."

Ling Xuewei thanked her straight up: "I'm sorry."

When Xia'er sent He Langzhong back, she saw Ling Xuewei standing in front of the window, and she didn't turn her head when she heard her footsteps.Xia'er tidied up the scattered papers on the table, when she heard Ling Xuewei's voice, she asked softly, "Did you tell the family?"

Xia'er nodded and walked to her side: "Miss, don't worry, I have already hired a messenger to deliver the letter to Jingli. Counting the days, it should be here in two days."

Ling Xuewei turned around with a faint smile: "Xia'er, thanks to you."

"Miss, please don't say that." Xia'er said hastily: "But in those few days, I was really scared. Who would have thought that she would not be able to get on the shore when she saw the shore, and it would take a day to stop. Since Li You have been in a coma since the eldest brother sent us ashore, the first few doctors shook their heads, and left with the medical kit on their backs. It was not easy to meet Mr. He who came from the Eastern Capital, and he healed the young lady." Xia'er said Supporting her heart: "However, Miss Fu is very lucky. Although the past few days were dangerous, she is much better now. In a few days, the master will send someone to pick you up. You can take care of yourself even better when you return to the Prime Minister's Mansion. "

Ling Xuewei nodded, and asked as if thinking of something suddenly: "Why did someone tell the family?"

Xia'er was taken aback when she heard her question, and then said: "It was too dangerous at that time, so I told the truth, I hope the master can arrange a medical officer..."

Ling Xuewei didn't finish listening to her, and said to herself: "So, the house should be in chaos..."

"Miss," Xia'er said while kneeling on the ground, "It's my fault, I panicked at that time."

Seeing her like this, Ling Xuewei hurriedly stepped forward to help her up, and said with a very reassuring smile: "It doesn't have to be like this, and I didn't mean to blame you. If you weren't by my side, maybe..." She was silent for a while Said: "Maybe I will never see my parents again." After saying that, her hands tightened tightly, a few strands of purple tassels hung down, Ling Xuewei spread out her palms, it was the jade pendant that almost killed her.

"Miss." Xia'er also saw it at this time, and asked softly and carefully: "This..."

Ling Xuewei smiled slightly, like the clear sunshine in autumn, her heart was full of warmth, her long eyelashes covered her face lightly, her eyes twitched slightly, and she said quietly: "That day at Qinglong Temple, I accidentally picked it up. .”

Xia'er was stunned for a while when she heard what she said. After all, she was young, and she still couldn't understand why the daughter of the Xiangfu, who came from a wealthy family, cared so much about such a "picked up" thing.However, seeing the smile on Ling Xuewei's face, which seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, but revealed endless joy, I knew it must not be that simple.However, if the young lady didn't say anything, she would have no way of knowing, so she just let it go.

"Mr. He said he still needs to recuperate for a few days?" Ling Xuewei opened her eyes, leaving only peace.

"According to Miss's current recovery situation, it will take at least half a month." Xia'er stepped forward, poured tea in a fine porcelain bowl with blessing pattern, handed it to Ling Xuewei, and continued: "According to the days, from the east to the capital, It will take eight or nine days, and the slowest news should reach the mansion at this time. It is estimated that the master will send someone to come, the young lady might as well wait here, just in time to recuperate, and can also support the road back to Beijing."

Xia'er originally thought that Ling Xuewei would refuse, after all, she chose to take the water route to save time on the road.At this time, Xia'er had already made up her mind, no matter how Ling Xuewei insisted, she had to let her young lady rest for at least five more days.However, Xia'er did not expect that Ling Xuewei would agree.

"Forget it, let's rest and recuperate here. It happens that the scenery here is pleasant, but it deviates from the common world. After returning to Beijing, it will be difficult to see such customs and customs again." She drank the tea in her hand, and the scent of jasmine wafted across the room. Medium, elegant and pleasant.And Ling Xuewei also had a smile on her face.

Daddy will most likely come in person, so the court dispute can be suspended for a while, so she should not be in danger of entering the palace.She would never and would never enter that place.The figure behind the bamboo forest reappeared in front of her eyes again, what kind of man should that be, leaving this crimson jade pendant outside the door of her meditation room in Qinglong Temple, she knew it was given to her by him, the word "Biyi" , How can we not teach her to move her heart.Once you enter, you will never see them again, and you will never see them again.

Lingfuhong Lanzhai is the study of Ling Hongjian's Spring Breeze Hall.This museum is personally inscribed by Shen Xiyao after Ling Hongjian's third list, which is extremely honorable.At that time, Shen Xiyao was in his weaker years, had not held the imperial power, and had no conflicts with Prime Minister Ling. He thought of his old ministers, friends and companions, so he personally wrote the plaque "Spring Breeze and Ranking", which also showed the incomparable glory of the Ling family.Afterwards, Ling Xihe's residence was renamed "Xia Yulinling", Ling Wangshu's residence was renamed "Qiuguang Zhaoyang", and Ling Xuewei's residence was renamed "Dongxuefeiqi".All of them correspond to the "Spring Breeze and Ji".

However, it is today, Ling Xi and Yuan are at the border, responding to Lin Ling's worries.Ling Wangshu's move to the south is actually Zhaoyang's momentum.But only Ling Xuewei was waiting in her boudoir, not knowing the way forward.But the word "Feiqi" seems to be unsatisfactory.

At this time, Ling Hongjian was walking around Honglanzhai, and wherever he looked, there were tall and simple red sandalwood bookshelves, and there were rare and classic books all over them.Facing the window, on a desk of agarwood floating clouds out of the sea, there is a booklet spread out, and there are lines of detailed annotations written on it.Outside the window, the twilight is falling, and the warm orange light of the setting sun shines in, bringing the slightly bitter smell of early chrysanthemums in the courtyard outside the window.

Ling Hongjian thought about what he had seen and heard in the past few days, the water chestnut songs inside the golden tiles and red walls, the poems written on the folding fan in the emperor's hand in the Qifeng Terrace, and Zhang Dehai's faint words: "The servant has spent a lot of time. It took a lot of hard work to get this portrait." The more he thought about it, the more he felt a little uneasy, and the uneasiness became more and more obvious, as if he had lost something, but he couldn't remember it.It's just that the verse doesn't explain anything, after all, Master Wu's daughter entered the palace some time ago.She and Ling Xuewei had been friends since they were young. Although Ling Xuewei's poems were kept strictly and not spread to the outside world, Wu Wei knew a little.In this way, it is said that Mrs. Wu is still favored, and it is well known that Shen Xiyao likes women with both talents and looks.Ling Hongjian thought that Mrs. Wu should have recited his younger sister's poems when Shen Xiyao summoned him. However, according to Ling Hongjian, it would be strange if Wu Wei didn't take the poems for himself.After all, who would blindly say good things about others in front of the emperor?

Suddenly, like a stone being thrown into the lake of the heart, ripples of uneasiness floated up in circles, startling the heart, and like a flash of lightning "cracking" across the mind, illuminating something, it was only for a moment.Ling Hongjian stopped pacing and walked slowly to the window. There was a pool of blue waves behind the courtyard, and an exquisite octagonal pavilion was shaded by willow leaves dyed yellow by the autumn wind on both sides.Ling Hongjian regained his composure, pushed open the door, and saw the butler Liu Fu leading a few servants walking towards "Dongxueqifei" with a large blue and white vat, and shouted loudly: "Liu Fu, this is go?"

Liu Fu turned around with a smile and said, "The chrysanthemums that were tributed this morning arrived. The palace picked some favorites of the emperor's ladies, and the rest were given to the master and several other ministers according to the emperor's will. The master said that according to the news sent by the third son, the young lady should be back today at the latest, so let us put these pots of 'Qingshan Muxue' in Hanqiu hall, the young lady will definitely like it when she sees it."

Ling Hongjian smiled lightly, and whenever Ling Xuewei was mentioned, he always showed such an expression.In the heart of his elder brother, the younger sister will always be like the dewdrop on the petals in the morning, which can bring purity to the heart.Since Liu Fu said so, it seems that Ling Xuewei is really coming back.

"Let's go together." Ling Hongjian said, looking at the "Qingshan Muxue", the flowers are not fully bloomed at this time, only three or two are just blooming, but the slender and white chrysanthemum petals can already show when they are fully bloomed. will bring surprises.Just like the young Ling Xuewei, when she was only three or four years old, she had already displayed a magnificent temperament, and it was also like this that her father would hide her in the snow.

Ling Hongjian remembered that in January last year, his third younger brother Ling Wangshu had painted a portrait of Ling Xuewei when the red plum blossoms were in full bloom. Later, although the portrait was not one-tenth as beautiful as Ling Xuewei, it still had clear features and a very charming charm.At this time, Ling Hongjian wanted to paint a scroll of chrysanthemums according to the painting, so he came up with the idea of ​​painting.He knew that after the painting was mounted, it was placed in the studio of "Dong Xue Qi Fei". At that time, he personally put it into the large blue and white vat with Yu Qingyun bat intertwined branches and lotus pattern in the corner.There are many figures on the scroll in that vat, Ling Xuewei loves the scenery very much, so he rarely touches the scroll in that vat, when he went to see Ling Xuewei off when she went to the south of the Yangtze River, he saw the scroll left in place.

The courtyard where Ling Xuewei lived was built next to the "Mirror Lake" garden in Ling's mansion. The courtyard is not big, but the cornices are lightly rolled, and the sills are carved, exquisite and clear.Ling Xuewei's studio is on the inner side of the West Wing. There are four rooms along the West Wing. The rooms are connected and each has an independent carved door. They are Ling Xuewei's daily recreation.The east chamber is where the boudoir is located, and there is a small courtyard separated by itself. Ling Xuewei personally inscribed "Flying Snow", and the courtyard is full of snow cherry and white plums, all of which were secretly selected from the tribute tree species.

At this time, because Ling Xuewei was not in the mansion, although "Dongxueqifei" was cleaned every day, the maids were all placed in the front yard, and there was no one in the yard at this time.Liu Fu took the key and opened the door, then asked several servants to place the "Qingshan Muxue" in front of the corridor under the window.Ling Hongjian half leaned on the primary-colored porch pillar, looking around at the courtyard where Ling Xuewei lived. Because it was early autumn, there were huge trees planted everywhere in the courtyard dotted with flowing water, mountains and rocks. Ling Xuewei still had the breath of time.Looking at it, I couldn't help laughing, my sister should be back today, and she will definitely talk about what she heard and saw in the south of the Yangtze River. She will tell the beautiful and anecdotes in detail, and there is a special meaning in it.

Suddenly he caught a glimpse of Liu Fu carefully holding a pot of flowers in his hand. The slender and narrow leaves, the white and flawless petals, and the delicate golden stamens were actually narcissus. Ling Hongjian couldn't help being taken aback. It's weird, after all, it's not in season at all.

"This is?" Ling Hongjian took a step forward, with a surprised tone, looking at the narcissus, which was motionless under the breeze, and said slowly, "Narcissus?"

Liu Fu laughed, and the wrinkles on his face were like chrysanthemums blooming: "Yes, it is a narcissus, but it is made of high-quality jade. It was rewarded by the Empress Dowager the day before yesterday."

Ling Hongjian nodded, and asked a little puzzled: "If it was a gift from the Empress Dowager, it should be placed in the main hall of the main house. Why..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Liu Fu's embarrassing face, quite embarrassed, and after a long while he replied in a relaxed tone: "Madam said that the young lady will definitely like it, this narcissus has light muscles and weak bones, very delicate and beautiful, and is also noble and elegant. , complement each other with Miss."

Ling Hongjian stretched out his hand, appreciating it carefully, and couldn't help but think of the delicate cherry branch on Qifeng Terrace. For some reason, the inexplicable panic from before came back to his heart.He lowered his hands, his eyes fell on the high blue sky outside the courtyard wall, there were geese's wings passing by, carrying the shadow of Nanfei, it's not like he hadn't heard of the past, there was a lot of trouble in the past few years, but he was left behind after all up.After a long time, he said, "I'll take this narcissus and put it in Wei'er's study."

As he spoke, he took the flower pot from Liu Fu's hand, watched the boy open the door of the study, and there was a faint fragrance, which was the golden osmanthus that Ling Xuewei often used in the study, rich but not heavy.Ling Hongjian knew that it was because mint was mixed in it.

Looking around the layout of the house, there is a guqin under the west window and a jade flute next to it. It is the Ziyu Linghua flute sent by Ling Wangshu earlier. A good tune around the beam.The four walls of the room are bookshelves carved with cherry wood and bamboo paper. Among the classics in the room, there are ancient blue-and-white porcelain vases, Tianhuang ornaments, and a few freehand paintings of landscapes by famous masters of the former dynasty hanging on the walls. The force is peaceful and the charm is very quaint.Because there was no one there for a long time, there was a sense of alienation in the room. The moment the door was pushed open, fine dust danced under the light.

Ling Hongjian put the narcissus by the window, and walked to the nanmu carved silk glass desk in the south of the house. Curious about the shades of purple, Ling Hongjian pulled it out to look. The light purple Fang Sheng and the dark purple wishful group patterns are endless and endless. At a glance, the stitches are from Ling Xuewei's hands, but they are not finished. It winds to the last corner and stops, there are a few unfinished words drawn out by thin silver threads, which vaguely read "Yuan Yi Cherry Blossom Garden, who sings Du Ruozhou?"

It's cherry blossoms again... This thought suddenly came to Ling Hongjian's mind. Before he could think about it, he suddenly heard footsteps outside, full of haste and anxiety.He turned his head, and through the open carved door, Liu Jin, the deacon of the Ling Mansion, was talking to Liu Fu with an extremely disturbed expression on his face. It fell to the ground with a snap, and the celadon flowerpot shattered all over the ground.Then his face seemed to be covered by dark clouds, he clenched his hands and then loosened them, and then clenched them again, it seemed that he was extremely worried.

An ominous feeling slowly crept into his heart, Ling Hongjian couldn't help trembling, and subconsciously walked out.

"Someone just brought the news that Miss's boat... encountered a storm in the Dongjiang River, and Miss was seriously injured... Now her life and death are unknown... "..." Liu Fu choked up, and finished the simple sentence intermittently. Liu Jin on the side nodded. Since he got the news, he has gradually calmed down, but he still seems to cry: "The news I just got It just so happened that Master Xiang hadn't come back after entering the palace, so he consulted with the Eldest Young Master."

The autumn sun is projected through the golden treetops, it is clear and translucent, which should warm people's hearts.However, when the cool wind blew, Ling Hongjian only felt a bone-chilling chill.

Ling Hongjian recalled that day, when the sun was still hidden in the eastern sky, Ling Xuewei and Haoyue were packing the last few things because they were going to go down to the south of the Yangtze River early in the morning.Before I left for the morning court, I hurried in, just to give some instructions.As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, she saw Ling Xuewei standing under the old locust tree in the courtyard, looking up at something, thoughtful.She has already changed into the clothes for going out. She has a plain soft green cotton skirt with bamboo branches pattern, and a pair of half sleeves with light yellow auspicious cloud trim, which is very simple.I rolled up my hair, lit a few pearls, emeralds, and flowers, but nothing else.He called her, and turned around leisurely, already with a tactful smile: "Brother, are you looking for me?" Only then did I realize that there was a peony with a new hairpin on her temple, and the trembling stamens were pulsating in the wind. Lovely, but not as charming as that pink face.

It would be incomprehensible to bring only one girl, Xia'er, and the two accompanying servants to Jiangnan Jingyuan before returning to Ling's Mansion in the capital, but Ling Xuewei insisted on doing so.She always liked simplicity and tranquility, and after all, she also went to her brother's house, and Ling Wangshu would definitely make arrangements for her return trip, so her father had no objection.But I never thought that such a thing would happen...
"Where's the person? Where's the messenger? Get your horse ready. I'm going to enter the palace later." Ling Hongjian said, striding out.

(End of this chapter)