Xin Yi sighed in a muffled voice, since he stayed in the yard with Xin Bai for a long time last night, his mind was agitated by the evening breeze, and when he came back, he had a cold, headache and fatigue, and stayed lazily on the couch all day. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The human feelings in this world are too cold, and the heart is cold, so I can get out of this sickness. Xin Yi looked at Xin Fang, and there was a faint coldness between his eyebrows.

Xin Fang's smile froze instantly, she tried to squeeze out a smile, and she didn't respond to anything, so she turned around and left.

As soon as Xin Fang left, Xin Yi's face had not yet recovered, and the green butterfly standing next to her knelt down in front of Xin Yi's couch with a puff, and said urgently: "Girl, no!

Xin Yi smiled and leaned out to help her up: "Why not?"

Green Butterfly wiped the tears that were about to be squeezed out, and said in a daze: "Doesn't the girl know? Although the eldest grandson is from a noble background, he is a short-lived ...... This marriage seems to be good, but those rooms are bullying you!"

"I know that. Xin Yi rubbed the corners of his forehead and squinted slightly, "It's just that I don't care if I marry the Zhang family or the Wang family, a beggar or a royal family." ”

The doubts at the bottom of Green Butterfly's eyes were even stronger. A good marriage, a good husband, raising the case with eyebrows, and a full house of children and grandchildren, this is almost the dream of a daughter in the world. Although her girl has a strange temperament, she is a woman after all.

Xin Yi looked out of the window, the summer sky was clear, and the green sky was green, but nothing was reflected in her eyes.

She grinned self-deprecatingly. In the past, she was not like this, hoping for a good marriage, fantasizing about Qin Se and Ming, like all daughters in the world.

However, her last life ended in a sedan chair.

"In this life, marriage is just a chess move for me. Xin Yi squinted slightly, and his tone was a little tired.

Green Butterfly was stunned, and subconsciously lowered her head and leaned over: "Girl, what is it that doesn't play chess?"

"The title of Mrs. Changsun is a good move. Xin Yi replied quietly, she took the medicinal juice brought in by the green butterfly on the table next to her, and the black medicinal juice still exuded heat.

She threw her head back and drank it all. It was originally a bitter concoction, but she didn't taste anything.

In the next two days, Xin Yi lay on the couch for two days, suffering from wind and cold. The green butterfly decocted the medicine every day, and Xin Bai would come to visit as if nothing had happened.

In addition, no one in the Xin Mansion paid attention to her, and they were all busy with the marriage of Zhang Luo and the eldest grandson. I heard that the eldest grandson's family agreed to the family affair, and they will send someone to give a dowry in the future. However, Xin Yi, who is the main master, doesn't want to pay attention to all this.

She is more concerned about the reactions of all parties in the secret chess game after she marries her eldest grandson by mistake, and how she should deal with it as a chess piece.

The chess game is falling all the time, and if she doesn't stop, then the others won't stop.

On the third day, Xinyi's wind chill was cured. Green Butterfly sent her a note.

"Xue Taojian?" (Note 1)" Xin Yi was stunned. Since she was reborn, she has been worried about life and death every day, and she has not touched this elegant thing in the boudoir for a long time.

The flower paper is exquisite, crimson and pitiful, as if floating in a stream, and the peach blossoms dyed fall into spring. The note depicts Jin Xiaokai: Xin Yiqi.

"Who gave it to you?" Xin Yi didn't rush to open it, but stared at the green butterfly.

The green butterfly stirred the corners of her skirt at a loss: "Girl, it grew on its own." ”

"Yourself?"

"When the slave maid was cleaning the yard this morning, she found that the flower note was just pinned to the branch of the magnolia tree in the yard. ”

Green Butterfly said strangely, but Xin Yi's heart moved slightly. Somehow, she didn't come to suspect a person.

"It doesn't matter. Go for it. Xin Yi smiled and shook her head, and only after Green Butterfly retreated in confusion did she cover the doors and windows and open the flower note.

Crimson spring note, small Kaijuan show: the willow tips on the moon, the green joy into the screen. Qujiang sleeps in the quiet night, and the beauty is in her slender period.

The inscription is "Jiang Li".

Xin Yi's eyebrows frowned slightly, and then let go. Hand the note to Green Butterfly: "Burned." ”

Green Butterfly smiled and said, "Is the girl going?" It must be called pitiful, but it can't live up to this Xue Taojian. ”

"Go. Xin Yi lightly spit out two words.

Green Butterfly thought that Xin Yi was shy, and her smile became stronger: "Xue Tao's note is elegant in the boudoir, the peach is dying, and the beauty is in the future." It seems that the writer of the letter wanted to take advantage of the flowers and the moon......"

"Before the flowers, under the moon?" Xin Yi raised his eyebrows, and sneered sarcastically.

She didn't think about Fengyue at all. Maybe before, she would have blushed ashamedly for receiving Xue Tao's note. But now, she doesn't have one more life to talk about Fengyue.

What she cared about was that Jiang Li said the whole chess game that day. No matter what his identity is, he will inevitably be inseparable from this game. When he made an appointment, he had to pay attention to it.

"Girl, is this rouge good?" At this time, the green butterfly had already taken the clothes with great interest.

The rouge color is delicate and incomparable, the bamboo branches of Hangzhou are as thin as cicada wings, embroidered with brown and peony, and the big stamen of the bowl mouth is also pasted with silver thread to paste the lifelike butterfly.

This is Xin Yi's favorite clothes, when Cardamom was young and thin, he didn't know the sinister world, and he was on the verge of a handful of soil.

Xin Yi's eyes became colder and colder, and she turned around: "The color is too jumpy." Change to a purple one. ”

"Purple? The girl almost never wears purple. You said that the shade of peach, no negative cardamom, purple is somewhat old......" The green butterfly's fingertips rested on his shirt froze.

"Am I just an old woman now?" Xin Yi muttered, and then let out a self-deprecating wry smile and sat down at the dresser.

She had so much to think about. For example, will there be an accident on the road, Jiang Li is malicious and kind, or this letter is not Jiang Li at all, but other people with ulterior motives.

The chess game is intricate, and there is nothing to do with Fengyue (Note 2).

Night. Chang'an City is shrouded in night, the stars are ten thousand points under the one hundred and eight square city, thousands of lights are like the nine heavens of silver hanging to the ground, and the small building blows the sheng as if nothing.

Even if it is already the time of the year, Qujiang Pond is still lively. Dozens of octagonal glazed palace lamps are hung among the trees, reflecting the garden brightly. Talented and beautiful women hold lanterns and swim at night, painting fire trees and silver flowers in the water, and there is a graceful chant of the singer.

Xin Yi looked at the plaque of the pavilion "Cuiping" above his head, and his fingertips silently touched the knife hidden in his sleeve.

It has been a moment since the "willow tops on the moon" mentioned on the flower note, but I didn't see half of Jiang Li's shadow around, but she was standing here alone with a female stream, attracting countless discussions and side glances.

Finally, Xin Yi was about to leave, but the steps she had just taken instantly froze, and in an instant, her pupils contracted for a moment.

Looking back, Jiamu is like a garden, and the grass is like a pile. Hundreds of Kong Ming lanterns flew out of the flowers and trees, rising high into the sky. The sky is lit up. Like the stars shining, magnificent.

On the Qujiang Pond, a leaf orchid boat slowly came. The boy shook the bamboo lightly, and Jiang Li's long jade body stood at the head of the boat, his eyebrows and eyes smiling.

The man's waist-length black hair was brushed in the evening breeze. The beautiful face is like a grinding, like a garden and a jade tree. Just one glance can make people fall endlessly. A pair of deep and distant black eyes are like a night sky shining with stars, it is a clear and clear black, but because of staring at the woman, there are inexplicable ripples.

He wore a thin shirt with water blue silver embroidered Fei Lian Zhi Zhi Pu Aya, and a dragon hairpin with ink jade in the bun, a Wei and Jin Dynasty style * flow bearing, under the reflection of lights and starlight, it was as beautiful as a picture scroll.

Exegesis:

1. Xue Taojian: Xue Taojian was produced in the Tang Dynasty. The name of the Tang Dynasty was paper, also known as "Huanhua paper". It is also known as "pine flower note", "subtractive sample note", "red note". The Tang Dynasty poet Li He has a poem: "The Huanhua paper is ******, and the inscription is a jade hook." ”

2. Fengyue: refers to the **** thing between men and women. The poem "Amorous" of Qianshu Weizhuang: "A lifetime of wind and moon is melancholy, and fireworks everywhere hate parting." ”