Chapter 250: A Dream of Spring
Zhao Weiji's words are not difficult to ponder, but Yan Hanyu feels that it is he who is elusive. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
She won't be able to understand Zhao Weiji!
When they met for the first time, he said that his name was Zhao Weiji, and she took him as Zhao Weiji.
The bold and free Zhao Weiji is the king of Chu, and he is also the "brother of the Zhao family" who called him when she was a child.
Zhao Weiji helped her and protected her, and she remembered it in her heart.
But some feelings are difficult to pay, and if you pay it wrong, you will regret it for life.
She didn't want to be humble, and she didn't want to be reluctant.
As Zhao Weiji said, Zhao Gong is gentle and sincere, which is a good match, but not a good match for her.
sent away the Sun family, and came to a little prince of Qi, and it was really difficult for her to make her own decisions about her marriage!
Thirteen?
At the age of thirteen in the previous life, she seemed to have expectations, she hoped that her elders would tell her a good family affair and obey her grandfather's arrangement, but then her mother died, and this delay consumed her life.
When he sent Zhao Weiji out of Mingruo Courtyard, he met Han'er.
Han'er squatted under the tree and didn't know what he was drawing, and when Yan Hanyu passed, he actually smeared the painting he had just made with stones on the ground.
"Han'er. ā
Yan Hanhua stood up, his head lowered slightly, and his voice was a little low, "Big sister." ā
Yan Hanyu still saw the painting in the end, but the painting was not completely erased, and it seemed to be a person. She knew that Han'er would still think about the fourth uncle in her heart, otherwise what would he do with a person?
Although Han'er is stupid and can't speak, he can write well and draw paintings. This kind of potential was taught to him by Aunt Fang when he was there, and later the family invited Mr., and Han'er followed Jin Xuan and Wen Xuan to do his homework with Mr., so he also knew a lot of words.
Yan Hanhua saw a person standing next to his eldest sister, and lowered his head again.
"This is the ...... of the prince of Chu," Yan Hanyu introduced softly.
"Whose child is this?" Zhao Weiji was curious about his identity.
"This is my brother. ā
Looking at Yan Hanyu's attitude towards this younger brother, it is completely different from others.
Zhao Weiji smiled, "In this case, just call me Brother Zhao." ā
Yan Hanyu glanced up at Yan Hanyu, and then secretly glanced at Zhao Weiji, still half-hanging his head and not speaking.
"Han'er, if you want to know the number of etiquette, call him brother of the Zhao family. ā
"Zhao, my brother. He said word by word.
"Han'er is so good, tell my sister why she is here alone, where did Mama Zhou go?"
Yan Hanhua pointed to the room in the back, which was the location of the kitchen.
"Are you hungry?" Yan Hanyu asked him, "There will be delicious food later, do you want to go to Rongxuan's side, I will ask Mama Zhou to take you over, and let your brother Rongxuan take you to eat delicious things." ā
Yan Hanhua shook his head.
"If you don't go, I'll send it later, but don't go around, don't let Mama Zhou find you. ā
Yan Hanhua nodded.
Before lunch, Yan Hanyu heard Mama Zhou say that Han'er didn't know where to go.
After looking everywhere, I learned that Han'er went to the middle hall and had lunch there.
When Mama Zhou brought people back, she whispered back, and when she looked for it, the son of the Zheng family was pulling Han'er to talk, and she wanted to give Han'er something, but Han'er refused to accept it, and pulled Han'er for a long time before she would give up.
The Zheng family relied on the kinship with their mother, and the second sister showed unusually close to her mother every time she came. If today weren't a special day, my mother would probably still pull Second Sister Zheng to talk affectionately.
In the afternoon, the guests dispersed and the guests left one after another.
Yan Hanyu went to see her mother, only to hear Mama Lin say that her mother stayed in the Buddhist hall for a long time and did not come out. During lunch, she asked Mama Lin to call her mother out, but her mother only said that she wanted to stay a little longer, so she waited until they had eaten the meal, and the guests had already left, and her mother still did not come out.
"Mother. She stood outside the door and whispered, "Come out and have some food." ā
"Well, I see, you can go and rest for a while after a busy morning. Lin Suxin's gentle voice came out from inside.
Yan Hanyu waited silently at the door, and after a cup of tea, her mother still didn't come out.
"Mother......" she shouted again, expecting a response from her mother.
There was still no movement in the Buddhist hall.
If Yan Hanyu didn't know her mother's temperament, she would have thought wildly, thinking that something had happened to her mother.
A person has been gone for twelve years, and he has long disappeared without a trace in this world, and his mother is still thinking about it, and she has not figured out one thing for more than ten years.
The dead are gone, and the living are like this!
Yan Hanyu was powerless to look at the sky, she tried to change many things, but she was still powerless against her mother.
How can she change a person's state of mind?
Anger, persuasion, grievance, blame?
She's tried them all, but with little success.
On this day, my mother was still like this, locked up in the Buddha hall, and sat all day.
The mother seems to have a soft temperament, but no one can pull it away if she is stubborn.
She went back to her room alone to meditate, read a book for a while, then lay down on the couch again, and fell asleep after lying down for a long time.
She didn't sleep long before she woke up to the sound of a piano.
Secretly admired Qingchen knocked the water jade, crossed the sea moth eyebrows and led the white deer.
The sound of the piano is wonderful, the sound is like a jade pendant, and the water jade is percussed.
Yan Hanyu didn't know where she was, she only felt that the surroundings were quiet and peaceful, and the beautiful sound of the piano was heart-wrenching, entwining her heart.
She followed the sound, and the sound of the piano came from the pavilion in front of her.
But I saw a man in white sitting in front of a guqin in the pavilion, and his slender white jade-like fingertips plucked the strings lightly, making a beautiful tone.
His posture is like a pine and cypress, and his side-open face is like jade, and the green silk is half-dissolved, rising with the wind.
What a character like an ink painting!
Yan Hanyu couldn't help but feel excited, and shouted happily, "Brother Lin." ā
He turned his head, and it was really Zhao Xian, his complexion was warm, and his smile was as warm as a touch of warm sun.
"Yu'er. ā
"Brother Lin. ā
"Yu'er. ā
Fingertips touched her cheek, Yan Hanyu's face was like a peach blossom, and her voice was low, "Brother Lin." ā
She tiptoed lightly and imprinted a kiss on his cheek.
Zhao Xian suddenly woke up, alarming Zhao Feng, who was guarding outside.
When Zhao Feng entered the door, he saw the master with red cheeks and misty eyes.
"Get out!" Zhao Xian opened his lips lightly, and scolded slightly angrily.
Zhao Feng withdrew again and again.
For the first time, he saw the appearance of his master's gaffe, no matter how he looked at it, it looked like a dream of spring!
Zhao Xian closed his eyes slightly, suppressed the ripples in his heart, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already clear.
"Come in. ā
"Master. Zhao Feng lowered his eyes when he came in.
"Where's Mr. Sun?"
"Mr. Sun is back, on Mr. Sun's side. ā
"Hmm. Zhao Xian replied in a low voice.
"Master, today is Miss Yan's birthday......" Zhao Feng said.
Zhao Xian suddenly looked over, his eyes were as deep as a pool, and he couldn't see it at a glance.
Zhao Feng only felt that his master's gaze made him panic. Did he say something wrong? I just want to remind the master that he didn't give Miss Yan a birthday gift, shouldn't he say that he didn't give it in previous years? )