After going upstairs, Zhao Kuan led him all the way, and Yan Hanyu followed.

Passing through a long corridor, the front window is wide open, with plenty of light and a gentle breeze. There are poems, the green locust on the side of the building cries wild birds, and the green willows in front of the door are flowers.

There are several guest rooms on both sides of the corridor, with blue and red lacquered doors and carved bat auspicious patterns on the doors.

When the son surnamed Zhao heard that she was coming, he strode to the door, with a smile on his face and a clear voice, "Sister Hanyu, you are here." ”

"Son of the Zheng family, please come in. ”

Jung Jun-hee was invited to come with him.

Yan Hanyu Yingying bowed, "It's polite." ”

Behind the boy surnamed Zhao stood two young men of the same age, Yan Hanyu saw that one of them was very kind, the young man looked fifteen or sixteen years old, his face was like a silver basin, his facial features were upright, and he was slightly immature, his lips were ruddy, and he looked like a woman, but his body was not slender, but slender and thin.

The young man's face was slightly red when Hanyu looked at him, and he didn't know where to look with his eyes.

"Sister Hanyu, this is the son of the Lu family, Lu Qingyang. Zhao Weiji introduced.

Yan Hanyu suddenly saw him when she was a child. I still remember the scene when his eldest brother put a packet of maltose in front of her and said it was for her. The relationship between her childhood made her feel kind, Lu Qingyang was not so tall at that time, he was a very shy and red-faced teenager, just like at this moment, she looked at him and smiled lightly, but he blushed.

"Brother Lu, my sister Hanyu greeted you, but you didn't even say anything?"

"I, I know...... Containing jade ...... Sister ......" He said lower and lower, and he didn't dare to look directly at Yan Hanyu.

Another teenager stood next to him. He is the same height as him, and his facial features are profound, but he feels like a young man from a family of military generals. Look the oldest.

He turned his head to see Lu Qingyang's abnormality, and said loudly, "Lu Ba, you kid is blushing, why are you blushing?"

"His name is Guo Qing. ”

This Guo Qing is the grandson of General Guo and the younger brother of Guo Guifei's mother. Although Yan Hanyu has never seen it, he has heard of the name.

Lu Qingyang subconsciously glanced at Yan Hanyu, and saw that she didn't look at herself anymore. picked up the folding fan in his hand and slapped it at the back of Guo Qing's head.

Guo Qing had a loud voice, and when he spoke, he looked like he was going to quarrel with someone, and he looked disgusted with Lu Qingyang. "You are annoyed and ashamed, Lu Ba! Master, I am really ashamed to walk with you in the future, I look like a little lady, not to mention, I always look like a little lady. ”

Lu Qingyang's beautiful face was originally red. At the moment, he was angry with his words. Hooked him by the shoulders and went to the corner of the hall.

Just as I heard a sweet and gentle voice, accompanied by the low-cut and faint sound of the lute.

"The water in the river flows eastward, and the name of Luoyang's daughter is not sorrowful. Mochou thirteen can weave Qi, fourteen pick Sangnan Motou, fifteen marry the wife of the Lu family, and sixteen give birth to the word Ahou. Lu Jialan's room is a beam, with tulips and Su Hexiang, and twelve rows of golden hairpins on the head. Five articles on silk shoes under the foot ......"

It turned out that the voice came from behind a gauze curtain.

It is a hall by the lake, with three windows wide open. The vision is wide, the sun is shining, and it is the rippling Mochou Lake as far as the eye can see. A light gauze curtain hangs on one side, and the sound of the singing pipa comes from behind, and you can vaguely see a fair woman sitting behind it, the singer is holding a pipa in her hand, sitting with her head down, her slender fingers playing on the strings, making a pleasant sound.

On the other white wall, there is a picture of a lady, which is the painting of Mo Chou Nu.

The coral hanging mirror is rotten and shiny, and the flat-headed slave is in the box. What do you want to be rich and prosperous in life, and you can't marry the king of the owner early.

The allusion of Mo Chou Nu is exactly the tune sung by this singer.

Gongzi surnamed Zhao said, "Sister Hanyu, please take a seat." Zheng Gongzi, please feel free to do so. ”

"Brother Zhao is so leisurely, I don't want to bother. It's inconvenient, so I'll go back first. There was a group of men around, and it was inconvenient for her to stay here, so she thought about it and left.

"Don't don't, don't be, I'll invite you to dinner, why don't you just leave! I know you're going to be uncomfortable, so I've invited someone else. You just sit here and wait, and they'll be coming soon. ”

Yan Hanyu was stopped by him, and he couldn't leave, so he asked him, "I still don't know the name of the Zhao family's brother." ”

"Me?" he said, rolling his eyes, "My name is Zhao Weiji." ”

"Sister Hanyu. He bent down and leaned in, a mouthful of white teeth bared.

The crisp sound of the pipa is as pleasant as the tinkling of spring water, accompanied by the singer's sweet voice.

Yan Hanyu didn't shy away, looked straight at him, and said bluntly, "I've been away from Bianjing for three years, but I don't know if Bianjing is the same now?"

"You've grown taller, how can Bianjing still be the same?"

As soon as Zhao Weiji's words fell, he saw someone behind him, stood up straight, and greeted him, "Xie 13 is here, welcome!"

A few more people came to that room, it was Xie Yi and Xie Ting, the sons of the Xie family.

Xie Thirteen's real name is Xie Yi, and he is called Xie Thirteen, not because he ranks thirteen at home, but because he made a statement when he was thirteen years old, passed the state exam at the youngest age, won the first place in one fell swoop, and his reputation spread to Bianjing and became a hot figure in Jinling.

At that time, he did not go directly to Beijing to continue the scientific examination, and chose to leave home to study.

Now that three years have passed, Xie Yi has returned, but who knows that she had a serious illness at home and missed this year's spring festival.

At that time, Xie Yi had just turned sixteen years old, and he was born with handsome facial features, a thin body, and a black dress that made him even more heroic, quite like the style of Xie Tang's ancestors.

He was followed by his sister-in-law Xie Ting.

Seeing Xie Ting, Yan Hanyu nodded and smiled.

"Zhao Gongzi is polite. ”

"Come in, two. Zhao Weiji led them into the door, and then turned his head and whispered to Yan Hanyu, "Sister Hanyu, look, I helped you invite the little lady of the Xie family to come, and you will accompany you, so there will be no inconvenience." ”

Yan Hanyu didn't dare to agree, Xie Ting, who helped her invite, always felt that the taste was wrong, wasn't it because he was going to meet Xie Ting in the first place?

"This is Xie Thirteen," Zhao Weiji stretched out his hand to ask her, "I wonder if Sister Hanyu has ever heard of his name?"

"Xie Lang is talented, has the style of an ancestor, and has heard of it for a long time. There are bandit gentlemen, such as cutting and learning, such as grinding. It is my honor to meet the son of the Xie family now. Yan Hanyu said.

"This is the granddaughter of Master Taifu. ”

After Xie Yi heard this, Qingtan-like eyes looked at her, and there was surprise in her eyes, "Miss Yan is polite, it is Xie Shisan's honor to be fortunate to meet the descendants of Yan Su Gongzi." ”

Suddenly hearing Xie Yi mention Yan Su, Yan Hanyu was stunned for a long time.

Yan Su Gongzi is Yan Xueren, Su is his word, after Yan Xueren became famous in the world, he came out of the world with his own words.

You must know that the reputation of the first son in the world was prosperous, and it was also the object of respect and admiration of many students.

At this moment, Lu Qingyang and Guo Qing also came over, and they seemed to have already known each other in words. (To be continued.) )