Zhang Yuanyang's gaze swept over him silently, taking in the beads of sweat on Zhang Yuanzhuo's forehead and the placket stained with dark green moss traces. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Wrong, big mistake, I have no interest in this virtuous king at all!" Zhang Yuanyang smiled slightly, knocked his fingers on Zhang Yuanzhuo's head again, and said lightly: "Guess wrong, punish you for copying the Yong'an Fu you learned yesterday three times." ”

"Ah!" Zhang Yuanzhuo was dumbfounded, he held his head in his hands, and wailed in pain: "Big brother, I am the younger brother of your mother's compatriots, you can't be so cruel!"

In the face of Zhang Yuanzhuo's wail, Zhang Yuanyang didn't even move his eyebrows, and only spit out two words when his thin lips moved: "Five times!"

"Five times?" Zhang Yuanzhuo rubbed his head, and the originally neat bun turned into a pile of grass: "After copying it three times, it is enough to kill me, and you actually want me to copy it five times?" His little voice trembled, full of disbelief: "Are you my own brother? How can you be more hateful than Master Cao!"

Zhang Yuanyang casually shook his sleeves and said softly: "Ten times!"

"You, you, you ......" Zhang Yuanzhuo pointed at his hateful eldest brother with a desperate face, and after meeting his unwavering eyes, Zhang Yuanzhuo suddenly withdrew his hand.

He clenched his fists in a serious manner and said loudly: "If you don't teach, your father's fault, your teaching is not strict, and your teacher is lazy." His father has been in office all the year round, and the family has always been the eldest brother temporarily acting as his father, and it is very hard to teach Yuanzhuo's studies. Yuanzhuo will listen to the teachings, and when the eldest brother returns, he will definitely copy Yong'an Fu ten times and put it on the eldest brother's bookcase for reference. ”

Zhang Yuanyang raised his eyebrows, showed a satisfied smile, and said, "That's good!"

Zhang Yuanzhuo looked at Zhang Yuanyang without looking back, and just walked out of the room. It suddenly became clear in my heart that it was inevitable to be punished this time. He rubbed his eyes and entered the study aggrievedly, spread paper and ink, and began to copy Yong'an Fu.

After a few words, the wide vermilion window lattice in front of the bookcase was pushed open, and a young man in brocade clothes of the same age as him came in and shouted eagerly: "Yuanzhuo, the troupe is ready to sing, there is your favorite "Single Knife Meeting" today, don't come soon!"

Zhang Yuanzhuo's little eyes suddenly lit up, but he could look down at the pen and ink on the bookcase and the thick pile of rice paper, and the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed. He said very depressedly: "Don't go, I've heard the single knife meeting eight hundred times, and there is nothing new!"

"What are you doing hiding in the study alone, you don't even listen to the play. The young man poked his head in curiously, and after seeing the paper and ink on the bookcase clearly, he suddenly gloated and smiled: "It turns out that he was punished by Brother Yuan Yang again!"

Zhang Yuanzhuo rolled his eyes and defended stubbornly: "What was punished! I just wanted not to waste my time because of playing, and I planned to review what I learned yesterday." ”

The young man laughed and teased: "It's still hard-mouthed, you must have been discovered by Brother Yuanyang climbing a tree." Oops...... "He smiled so proudly that he slipped off the lattice.

Zhang Yuanzhuo was a little embarrassed by laughter, and when he saw this, he hurriedly jumped up and closed the window lattice tightly. The young man's shouting voice came from outside the window: "Yuanzhuo, I'm going to watch the play, you can slowly punish the copy......!"

Hearing the footsteps of the young man gradually disappearing, Zhang Yuanzhuo's little face suddenly fell, and he secretly thought in his heart: Big brother, big brother, why are you becoming more and more thieves. Isn't it just climbing a tree, and you want to punish me so quietly, can we still play happily in the future?

Zhang Yuanyang thought that the front door must be crowded, so he deliberately went out from the backyard. There was already a green cloth carriage waiting outside.

Zhang Yuanyang got into the carriage and ordered, "Go to Wufu Villa!"

"Yes!" the coachman whipped his whip, and the carriage swayed straight out of the city gates.

Wufu Villa is built just outside the city, five small circular buildings are clustered together like petals, and there is a huge stage in the middle, where different people perform juggling, storytelling, sumo wrestling, magic, singing, etc. every day.

It has been two years since Wufu Building was built, but Zhang Yuanyang only accompanied an old friend to play here ten days ago. Since that time, he seems to be fascinated by this place, and he has to run and sit for a few hours every day, and he will never leave until the moon sinks.

"Young Master Zhang is here, please ...... inside" The shopkeeper was already very familiar with him, and greeted him with a smile: "The old position is specially reserved for the young master!" Zhang Yuanyang nodded reservedly, and the childishness on his face that had not completely faded was a kind of calm indifference that only adults have.

After taking a seat, the shopkeeper took off the rag on his shoulder and symbolically wiped the clean and smooth tabletop, and asked, "What kind of tea do you want to drink today, and what kind of snacks do you use?"

Zhang Yuanyang casually dropped a silver ingot and said lightly: "It's still the same!"

"Okay! A pot of Junshan silver needles, two plates of fresh fruits, two plates of dried fruits, two plates of candied fruit, a plate of jade bean cakes, and a plate of desirable cakes, will be there soon!" The shopkeeper put away the rag with a smile, picked up the silver on the table, and quickly retreated.

At this moment, a group of kabuki were dancing on the stage, only to see countless soft white arms waving in the air, and butterfly-like colorful sleeves flying in all directions. Their movements are like light clouds, and when they bend their waists and turn around, they are like thin willows in the wind. The graceful dance attracted the eyes of countless people in the audience.

Cheers, slaps, and applause came and went. However, these people do not include Zhang Yuanyang.

Since Zhang Yuanyang sat down in his position, his eyes glanced at the right window from time to time.

A young woman in a sober pale blue slanted dress reclined on a chair alone. There was also a scroll with a blue cover in his hand, and he was casually looking at it.

The woman's appearance is extremely ordinary, but there is a cold and delicate air between her eyebrows and eyes, and there seems to be a smooth jade light in her black eyes. She sometimes took a sip of the tea cup in her hand, and sometimes twisted a piece of snack and put it to her lips to bite it lightly, looking very leisurely and comfortable.

As if the hustle and bustle around her had no effect on her, she was completely immersed in her own world.

After a full three hours, the woman finally finished the blue scroll in her hand. She stretched her arms lazily, stretched her tired muscles and bones, and Yingying got up as if she was ready to leave.

Zhang Yuan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help jumping, and subconsciously stood up.

At this time, a man wearing a dark blue brocade robe, black hair with high bunches, and a suave appearance walked over.

He draped a honey-colored cloak in the crook of his arm over the woman's shoulder, his eyebrows and eyes were full of indescribable tenderness and honey, and he said with a smile: "Why did you leave so early today?"

The woman rubbed her eyelids and muttered, "I'm a little sleepy!"

The man frowned and said, "I'm sleepy so early, but what's uncomfortable?"

"There's nothing uncomfortable!" the woman wrapped the cloak on her shoulder, smiled slightly, and said lazily: "Probably because this book is not exciting enough! ”

The man smiled dotingly and said, "Then next time I'll find you some heroic stories, how about it?" He gently hugged the woman's thin shoulders like a fragile treasure.

"Yes!" the woman thought for a while and said with a smile: "But all heroes must be matched with a beautiful woman who comes out of the mud and is not stained, and in the end, it is inevitable that they will fall into the cliché of heroes who are short of breath and have long children." What I want to see is the kind of hero who cares about the world, I wonder if Boss Xiao can find it?"

"Boss Xiao?"

Zhang Yuanyang's eyes lit up, he strode forward and saluted the pair of men and women with fists. Then he looked at the woman and said, "Forgive me, I always think that the voice of your voice is very similar to that of an old man of mine!"

The woman didn't say a word, but stared at him quietly.

Zhang Yuanyang also felt that his move was extremely abrupt, no matter how calm he behaved, he was only a sixteen-year-old boy after all.

Two blushes flew on his face, and he said with a little embarrassment: "My old man once saved my life, she is a very strong, brave, and compassionate woman. I've been looking for her all these years, wanting to thank her personally, but unfortunately what I heard was the news of her death......" Speaking of this, Zhang Yuanyang only felt a little sour in his heart, and his eyes were unconsciously red.

The woman hooked the corners of her lips slightly, showed a light smile, and said slowly: "The little master actually misses this old man so much?"

Zhang Yuanyang met her dark eyes, and his heart suddenly hit hard. Her eyes were churning with mixed emotions, like apologies, pity, joy, in short, no longer cold.

The woman sighed lightly again and said, "But the vicissitudes of life, things are not people." Now that the deceased has passed away, the little master should forget about her! Presumably, your old friend also hopes that you can live a quiet life and be healthy in this world! Not for her, you will be so sad every day. ”

Zhang Yuanyang looked deeply at the serene-looking woman in front of him, and the gloomy anxiety in his heart was strangely soothed.

After half a ring, he clasped his fists and bowed deeply, and said, "I have been taught! It seems that I have indeed been disturbing myself all these years. ”

Entering the room, the woman took off her hood and untied her cloak from her shoulders. A few strands of green silk hung down her cheeks, Xiao Fengnan stretched out her hand, brushed the broken hair behind her ear for her, and said softly: "Yue girl, does that young master of the Zhang family recognize you?"

Hua Lianyue stroked her face and frowned: "Although the mask of the Tang family is not as exquisite as the mask made by Qin Baifeng back then, ordinary people should not be able to distinguish it. Then she smiled faintly and said, "However, he has always been a smart and caring child, maybe he heard my voice and had doubts in his heart!"

Xiao Fengnan frowned, and said disapprovingly: "Since he is just suspicious, why didn't you firmly deny it before?" With such vague words, he is only afraid that he has already recognized your identity!"

"Recognize it, recognize it!" Hua Lianyue said indifferently: "That kid understands my thoughts, and he definitely won't betray me." ”

She moved lightly, sat down in front of the dressing table, and applied a hot-water handkerchief to her face. After a few moments, she removed a thin layer of the cicada's mask from her face and carefully stored it in a wooden box.

"Moon girl!" Xiao Fengnan was still not at ease after all, and said: "Do you know that his Zhang Mansion is now the right-hand man of the virtuous king Liu Hui." How do you know he won't betray you for the sake of his master?"

Hua Lianyue looked at him sideways, there was a warm candlelight jumping in her cold black eyes, and she said, "Brother Xiao, for me, it is far easier to trust a person than to beware of a person. ”

Xiao Fengnan was slightly stunned, and after half a sound, he said gloomily: "Perhaps, you are right!"

Hua Lianyue smiled, turned back to the bronze mirror and slowly combed her long hair, and said leisurely: "Brother Xiao, I'm tired of reading books these days. Today I look at the moonlight, tomorrow will be another fine day, let's go out for a walk!"

"Okay!" Xiao Fengnan lifted his spirit and said with a smile: "There is a temple fair in Hanshan Temple tomorrow, I will accompany you to take a look!"

Xiao Fengnan took care of her weak body and was easily tired, so she sat down for a while and left.

Hua Lianyue smiled faintly and looked out of the ink-like black window lattice. Pots and pots of chrysanthemums of various colors are exuding a cold and sweet fragrance in the moonlight, and a cold wind blows through the flowers and leaves to make a soft sound.

It's late autumn again!

King Xian!

The corners of her mouth hooked, revealing a sarcastic smile. For this title, she really felt distant and unfamiliar. In the depths of his memory, he is still the little magistrate who wears a dark green official uniform and has a handsome and handsome face, which makes her fall in love at first sight.

It's a pity that all this will be buried in memory. That person, those things, no longer had anything to do with her.

Originally, I still felt sleepy, but now I felt that I didn't feel sleepy. She took the guqin and plucked the strings against the moonlight. In the sound of the piano, she gradually cleared her mind.

The guests of Wufu Villa were boiling because of the sound of the piano, and a young man in brocade slapped the table and shouted: "The shopkeeper's ......"

The shopkeeper, who is nearly fifty years old, is white and fat, and his eyes are squeezed by fat and there are only two slits left, like freshly steamed white flour steamed buns. He smiled and said, "What does this guest officer command?"

The young man in brocade said with a solemn face: "Shopkeeper, who is playing the piano outside? This piano sound is really ......" He pondered as if he was thinking about what adjectives to use.

"Three days around the beam?" said the shopkeeper tentatively.

The young man in brocade slapped the table and said, "It's to kill people!"

He covered his ears and said with a painful expression: "Three-year-old children play better than this." Please, let the brothers outside stop playing, and if you continue to play, it's really going to kill you!"

"Yes, yes, our family that plays cotton, this is the tune that pops up!"

"Isn't it anyone's naughty child, playing the piano indiscriminately!"

"The good flying fairy dance has ruined this inexplicable piano sound!"

Seeing the surging emotions, the shopkeeper was a little overwhelmed. He hurriedly said with a smile: "Don't worry, guest officers, let me go and see, go and see!"

Xiao Fengnan happened to stride in, and the shopkeeper hurriedly greeted him, and whispered: "Owner, but Miss Hua is playing the piano again?" Can you let her rest, look, these guests are starting to make a fuss!"

"What's the fuss, what's the fuss?" Xiao Fengnan raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "If you're not satisfied, let them go! ”

"This ......," the shopkeeper smiled helplessly.