The 428th Hanxiang Garden's Douhan Diagram

Cui'e let the little prince into the room, please sit down, and smiled apologetically: "Little prince, I'm really sorry, the girls don't know where to play, please sit down, I'll make tea for you." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"You don't have to be busy," the little prince said busily, "I'm not thirsty either." ”

But Cui'e had already turned away.

Where is the little prince sitting, looking around, I saw a big case of pear marble in the south window, with all kinds of celebrity laws on the case, and dozens of treasure inkstones, various color pen holders, and the pens inserted in the sea of pens are like woods. On that side, there is a big Ru kiln flower sac, full of fist-sized roses; on the west wall, there is a half-wall shelf cabinet, and the lattices of different sizes and shapes are full of books and ornaments; on the north wall, there is a large "Smoke and Rain Map" by Mi Xiangyang, and a couplet is hung on the left and right, which is Yan Lugong's ink, and its word cloud:

"Smoke and rain idle bones, spring stone field career";

There was a door on the east side, hanging a beaded curtain, he knew that it was a bedroom, so he stopped looking, and in a blink of an eye saw that there was also a "Dou Han Tu" hanging on the wall next to the door, but the pen and ink were too raw, and he didn't recognize whose handwriting it was.

So I stood up and walked closer to take a closer look, only to see that the painting was full of snow, a cold plum stood proudly in the wind and snow, the vigorous and powerful branches, the bright red flowers like blood, with a touching gorgeousness, reflecting the snow, it looked so dazzling, so bright.

The little prince secretly praised, thinking that it was Cui'e's handwriting, and showed a trace of surprise in his heart, his eyes searched for something, and then fell on the next paragraph, where a few words were written: "Brother Longjing painted in the twelfth year of Guangzong." When he saw the payment, he suddenly realized, and said in his heart: It turned out to be him! No wonder how a delicate woman like Miss Cui'e could draw that vigor. 04.17.

At this time, Cui'e came in with a gold-painted tea tray and said, "Little prince, I've kept you waiting, please drink tea." She put the tea on the table, and when she saw that he was looking at the "Douhan Picture", she couldn't help laughing and said: "It was painted by Ah Jing, which made the little prince smile." As she spoke, she walked over and stared at the picture.

"He paints very well," said the little prince: "When I was in Beijing, he was the top student in high school, and I had seen him, and I thought at that time, he was so young, but his talent was not comparable to ours." Today, I know that his calligraphy and painting are also extraordinary, which is admirable. ”

Cui'e said: "Not only calligraphy and painting, but also piano, chess, music, poetry and songs, he is very proficient," as long as she talked about Long Jing, her heart was full of admiration, and her eyes were full of joy: "In the past, as long as he wrote a poem, he would show it to me, and I would polish and retouch it for him, in fact," she lowered her gaze, unable to hide the admiration and joy in her heart, "Where can I compare to him." ”

The theme song begins to sing. 04.18.

The little prince looked at her face that was glowing with brilliance, and couldn't help but feel moved in his heart: I had never seen such a beautiful, so moving, and so brilliant woman!

He felt only a deep heartache, yes, heartache! He had never felt such a heartache, because he knew who her brilliance was for, and he sighed and struggled helplessly in the bottom of his heart.

No matter who she was for, in his eyes, she was always such a beautiful and moving woman! But what did everything she had to do with him? In her eyes, he was just a little prince, a noble and inaccessible guest, a stranger and irrelevant person.

He gritted his teeth, angry at the thought that he was not worth mentioning in her mind.

He let out a breath and became even more angry, however, he looked at her quietly, only to realize that she had not paid attention to him at all, her thoughts, her attention and her whole body were on the "Dou Han Diagram", she stared at the diagram, as if she wanted to study something, and seemed to want to swallow it in her stomach, and even more so seemed to want to get into the painting and be with it.

He knew that she must be thinking about the person who painted it. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be even more angry, angry with himself, angry at why he cared so much about her every word and deed, every smile, every gesture and gesture of her, her every subtle movement and expression, all involved his nerves, he sighed, there was an impulse in his heart, I really wanted to tear off the painting, tear it to pieces, it was better to burn it clean again, and then a gust of wind blew it to ashes.

He sighed helplessly and deeply, he knew that he could not do anything, not even think about it, it was only a fleeting, faint trace of thought, which passed in the blink of an eye, without leaving any trace in his mind.

I never knew that there would be a person in this world who made him so concerned, so caring, and so reluctant! However, in the face of her, he couldn't say a word.

It's dark.

The little prince was lying on the gorgeous and soft big bed, and he didn't feel sleepy at all. Thinking of everything these days, thinking of the eyes that make people flutter, it seems that a figure appears in front of him: black and bright eyes, delicate and fair skin, graceful posture, slim and elegant, like the first ray of dawn in the sky before dawn, blooming bright in the softness, revealing wisdom in the elegance.

He has lived in the royal family since he was a child, and has seen a lot of graceful and gorgeous ladies, a young grandmother with fine clothes and food, and a lot of princesses and ladies dressed in jewels, flowers, and powder, none of these women have left any impression in his heart, and they have never made him feel upset, let alone make him think about it, forget to sleep and eat, haunted by dreams, and can't help himself. And this gentle and elegant girl grabbed his heart at once, making him so heartbroken and heartbroken.

He knew that he was really moved, as long as his heart was moved, he didn't care if it was heartache, as long as she could understand his affection, he would be happy.

However, she didn't seem to know anything about it.

Oh my God! She really doesn't know?

He was not sure at all, she was enthusiastic but not kind to him, and he felt that she had always regarded him as a high king, not as an equal friend.

However, he was already about to explode in a deeper and deeper desire day by day, how could there be such a spiritual, so elegant, so elegant, so elegant, so elegant, so delicate, so beautiful and moving woman in the world! He was about to go crazy, he really felt that he was about to go crazy! He felt that he was not like himself at all.

Thinking that he had been living in Lu Mansion for more than ten days, and he still had important things to do, he couldn't stay for a long time. He secretly made up his mind that he must find an opportunity to tell her everything! Tell her what he wants, tell her what he has done for her, tell her his affection for her that will never change!

The singing stopped.

Early the next morning, on the fourth watch, Cui'e prepared everything and came to invite the little prince to watch the sunrise as promised.