Hearing this, Zhou Rushui hooked his lips slightly. She said crisply: "I laugh at everyone in the world for being stupid, but I don't know that Langya Wang San is not only good at the piano, but also a master of incense." As she spoke, she flew a smug little look at Wang Yuxi, pointed to the spices in the furnace, blinked her eyes, and said delicately: "When I go back to see San Lang, it seems that I am burning this incense, which shows that San Lang loves him very much." ”

When she said this, Zhou Rushui's demeanor was very delicate, Wang Yuxi stared at her quietly, nodded, and replied leisurely: "Indeed, Xi Su loves agarwood." ”

"Agarwood?" Hearing his words, Zhou Rushui blinked, she tilted her head slightly, gently stroked the delicate young bird on the stove lid looking into the distance, rubbed her long fingers on it for a while, and after a while, she secretly gritted her teeth, raised her eyelashes, and squeezed out a smile towards Wang Yuxi.

Smiling and smiling, she said solemnly: "Langya Wang is really rich, I asked my brother for this agarwood the year before last, and I begged for a few days, only to get a small gold box." Saying that, Zhou Rushui simply propped up her chin, her eyebrows were slightly bent and she raised her hand to gently brush it on the incense burner, and said with heartfelt emotion: "This fragrance is very soft, and it really smells good." ”

In fact, even if Zhou Rushui has never met Wang Yuxi in her life, when she mentions agarwood, she will think of him.

She remembered that before welcoming Liu Zheng back to Ye, one day at sunset, she was very bored and sneaked away to hang out in Gongzi Musheng's palace. At that time, the apricot blossoms were in full bloom, and the flowers were blooming everywhere in Renxi Palace, full of fragrance. When she saw that there was no one around, she stole half a day of leisure, leaning under the apricot tree and closing her eyes to recuperate.

But when she sat down under the tree, she saw that there were still some fine silks on the stone table not far away, so she knew that her son Mu Sheng had also come here. For a while, Zhou Rushui was also curious, so he got up to look. In this way, I saw a few calligraphy and paintings on the desk with ink not dry.

Among them, there is a painting that is particularly conspicuous, and the book reads: "The flowers are boundless and drunk, and the worship is a little quiet." "The poem is very charming, and the words of Gongzi Musheng are excellent. Zhou Rushui was overjoyed when he saw it, so he simply rolled it into his sleeve and "stole" it silently. But after she "sneakily" returned to her own residence, she realized that she was stealing chickens and rice. Because when Zhou Rushui took the book and silk away, the ink on the silk was not dry, and she was anxious, but she was messed up. In this way, when she opened it again, the words on the silk were all in a mess, and they were ruined.

Afterwards, Zhou Rushui was mournful for a long time. One day when she finally got free, she pulled her son Mu Sheng's sleeve and begged in a coquettish voice: "Brother, brother, you can write a sub for your son!"

Gongzi Musheng has long been accustomed to her coquettish appearance, and when he heard it, his expression was indifferent.

But in the end, the sister slave is the sister slave. Later, Zhou Rushui was too lazy to make trouble, but he couldn't get over it in his heart. So he instructed the temple people to take the pen and ink and fine silk, and he personally rolled up his sleeves to polish the ink, and patiently asked her: "Anyway, what do you want to write for your brother?" Speaking of this, he couldn't help but teach Zhou Rushui bitterly: "It's that you don't want to work weekdays, so you always have to rely on the pen for your brother." ”

Even so, Zhou Rushui still ignored his stubble. However, he leaned on a few coquettishly, supported his forehead, and retorted to him cleverly: "Brother, the ancients can say that a woman is virtuous if she is not talented!"

Hearing this, Gongzi Mu Sheng was also choked, although he sneered: "You are always reasonable." But most of the time, he is really used to Zhou Rushui's petty temperament. Seeing her full of crooked reasoning, he also indulged her as usual. After the ink was polished, he patiently continued to ask her: "Anyway, what are you going to write this time?"

At that time, Zhou Rushui smiled with crooked eyebrows, and looked at Gongzi Musheng with a pair of big eyes, and said: "It is the sentence made by Brother A few days ago, 'The flowers are boundless and drunk, and the worship is a little quiet.' Saying that, she couldn't help but boast: "Brother, your poem is very good, because your poem is like water, you know that the apricot blossom can also fall a little fairy!"

Zhou Rushui said with longing, but Gongzi Musheng sneered at her words. He raised his pen and knocked on the door of Zhou Rushui's white and tender head, shook his head, laughed and cried, and pretended not to know: "No wonder! Where did I come from? It turned out that you tricky girl made that red-mouthed thief! It would be nice if you were more intelligent and immoral! Where is that poem about apricot blossoms? That poem was originally the one of the world's famous Langya King Sanzan agarwood!"

"Agarwood?" At that time, Zhou Rushui wrinkled his nose and widened his eyes. As she spoke, she flattened her mouth again, and said dissatisfiedly, teasingly: "Is there such a good-looking red-mouthed thief as my son? Besides, we are brothers and sisters who are in the same spirit! Before my brother married my son-in-law, my brother's should not all be my son's son! When I have a sister-in-law! My son will naturally be obedient and skillful to avoid getting into trouble, be less formless, and never lose my brother's face!"

Seeing that Zhou Rushui was so eccentric, and he didn't forget to ridicule his marriage, Gongzi Musheng couldn't help laughing. When he landed, he also glanced at Zhou Rushui angrily.

However, Shaoqing, he patiently explained to her: "Agarwood, also known as agarwood incense, has been the head of all incense since ancient times. You are not familiar with it, because we are in the topography of Zhou Kingdom, and we can't produce this incense. And Tianshui City has long stopped trade due to the harassment of barbarians, so in our Zhou country, agarwood is extremely rare. At that time, when he said this, Gongzi Musheng's tone was extremely worried. At that time, Zhou Rushui didn't listen to the outside of the strings, she just cared about the brother who was pestering her and begged for some strange agarwood to play.

Therefore, Zhou Rushui has long known that Wang Yuxi is accustomed to using agarwood. She also knew that the incense burner was agarwood. But if she did, how could she say those words? But if she did, would he help her? And even if he did, would he think she was scheming?

She had deceived him too many times! In front of the southern city gate, she brazenly took advantage of him. It's just because she especially remembers the world's evaluation of him, saying that he "has a face like jade, liver and sausage like iron, and a heart as bright as snow." ”

She scolded him inexplicably, but she believed that he was a sincere gentleman and would never embarrass her in vain. No matter where he is, no matter how many people there are, he can always easily attract all eyes, including hers. She often peeked into his eyes. She felt that his eyes were picturesque, and that his eyes were always clear and profound. She also likes to listen to his voice, which she thinks is elegant and distant, like a gorgeous ballad that has been passed down from time immemorial to the present day.

He was so clever that she was always afraid that he would see through her. made her feel that as long as she appeared in front of him, there would be nowhere to hide the bends in her heart. But even so, she inexplicably dared to play tricks on him again and again, and teased his tiger whiskers again and again, just like now, she is going to bully him again.

At that time, Zhou Rushui's palms were already in a cold sweat, and she smiled slightly. Somehow, in my mind, I suddenly remembered what Fu Ling asked her that time, and remembered Fu Ling asking her, "When you think about him, can your heart go up and down? But at this time, she had to look directly into her own heart, and she also knew for the first time that Wang Sanlang had not only entered her dream? Not only did she have a heart when she thought about him, but even if he was in front of her at the moment, her heart was still up and down.

When Zhou Rushui listened, listened to Wang Yuxi follow her words and asked her: "What is the color of that small gold box?", Zhou Rushui stagnated slightly, all of them were as she expected, and all of them made her want to escape but had nowhere to escape. She was still chewing and laughing, but her voice was low, and she said in a low voice: "It's as if it's black!"

Hearing this, Wang Yuxi picked his lips, he smiled at Zhou Rushui, this smile was extremely clear and eye-catching, Zhou Rushui shook his head slightly because of his appearance, and listened to him say gently: "It is not an exaggeration to say that the son Mu Sheng's favorite sister is boundless." ”

Saying that, Wang Yuxi looked at Zhou Rushui with thick eyes, and thoughtfully, he hooked his lips, and continued to explain to Zhou Rushui slowly and gently: "Agarwood is produced in the Wei Kingdom, the leaves are like holly, the tree is chongzhu, its wood is withered, the skin is rotten, and the heart is fragrant. And with the incense view of the heart, the agarwood black and shiny is the top grade, and the gram is worth a thousand gold. Since the drought and barbarian rebellion in the north, the two countries of Zhou and Wei have been unbearable, and they have long closed their doors and closed their countries, and they have no trade. In this way, the high-grade agarwood has become very difficult to find in the territory of the Zhou State. If Xi didn't guess wrong, I am afraid that the small gold box was obtained from the chess battle between His Royal Highness and the old man Xigui. ”

Hearing this, Zhou Rushui was stunned, she really didn't know that her brother's agarwood was obtained in this way. Thinking about it, her heart was even tighter, and she didn't dare to have any scruples at this time. After all, in front of her family and country, her personal love and careful thinking are not worth mentioning at all, not to mention, she doesn't dare to mention it.

So, holding a heart, Zhou Rushui paused before saying, "Is the gram worth a thousand gold?" As she spoke, she slowly and elegantly held her knees with both hands, and looked straight at Wang Yuxi with her waist, and her heart was full of twists and turns, but finally, she still suppressed her flustered, stabilized her mind, and said decisively and crisply: "Ran Saburo knows that in a few days, the price of salt in Zhou will be worth a thousand gold!"

Not far away, the villagers are repairing the broken bridge in an orderly and spontaneous manner under the command of a middle-aged scribe. The sparkling surface of the river has long been covered with a light veil-like mist, and the breeze is blowing, and the white miscanthus grass on the river bank is quietly swaying in the wind.

In the sound of chiseling, Zhou Rushui couldn't help but smile bitterly. In my heart, there was an inexplicable embarrassment. She couldn't help but hold her knees, her hands clenched tightly.

Before this, maybe even she didn't notice that in front of Wang Yuxi, she would always forget that Zhou Tianjiao, who must always be sober, always look down on the world, always have to be willing to give up a bit for her mother country, and be cautious to the point of losing her happiness. She will always unconsciously become another self, into the happy, childish, and even bold and innocent son.

She really didn't want to admit it, and she didn't want to admit that she was deeply touched by his gentle love for her. And this touch made her give birth to an untimely sweetness. But perhaps, because of today's qiē, because of her brute demand, she may never feel this sweetness again. Perhaps, he will be tired of her because of this, so she can only accept her fate, right?

Zhou Rushui was thinking wildly, and in the silence, Wang Yuxi also raised her eyebrows invisibly because of her words. He slowly put down the teacup in his hand, his slender white fingers gently rubbed the rim of the cup, and raised his eyes silently. Looking at Zhou Rushui, his graceful eyes were full of brilliance, and after a while, the corners of his lips hooked, and he smiled slightly.