At the beginning of the dream, I was reluctant to fall the axe, but I had to fall the axe, "sigh" a small sound, the axe blade cut through the air and embedded into the peach flesh, the peach wood cracked in response to the sound, there was no suspense, the tears of the first dream gushed out, tears like a dam bursting down, unstoppable. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info she didn't know what was wrong with herself, how she could be so touched by the sadness.

The burden is too heavy, and the smile in front of people is finally out of the reach of others, like a jade stone falling to the ground, shattering, and splashing a place of heart ashes.

Chu Meng trembled and lifted the axe, full of sorrow, almost unsteady, the sound of the blade was in his ears, and the sound of regret lamented, and he leaned over to straighten the two halves of the ground, closed it carefully, and then buried it in the basket, and then went to take down the next section.

This section is better than the raw place of Fang Cai, like a beautiful woman, Tingting jade, the first dream savored carefully, I couldn't help but say hello to her, and turned to look, but saw a peach blossom hairpin on the beauty bun, although the wood section was exposed to frost and dew and lost moisture, but this peach blossom is still smiling proud of the spring breeze, and can't bear to wither.

It should have been another year of flourishing, but why did it suffer this catastrophe for no reason?

How could the fate of this peach tree be in his own hands?

Chu Meng thought in his heart, his eyes trembled, and he carefully cut off the branch of the flower with an axe, took a jade plate, and gently placed the peach blossom branch in the middle, as if placing the elegant and vulgar beauty on the ice bed, and picked up the jade plate, and walked towards the orchard solemnly.

At the back door of the palace, a long horse whistle passed through the green tile carved railing, the handsome and handsome son turned over and dismounted, handed over the horse to the servants who had been waiting on the side, and a dark blue antique satin crane set off the spring breeze, like a large peng spreading its wings.

"Let go of the lord. The servant on the side handed a wet towel, took it, wiped away the sweat under the scorching sun, handed it back to the servant's hand, and stepped inside.

"How is Miss Wei Zhen these days?" asked Fang Xun as he walked.

"Hui Gongzi. Okay. The young lady and the old men in the house cleaned up the meal, but it was just enough to eat, and the appetite was much better than before. ”

Although Fang Xun was busy outside for a long time, he also knew a little about the recent situation in the house, and asked: "The little girl who almost got into trouble because of Wei Zhen's medicine was better before?"

The servant hurriedly replied: "It's already gone." Running around and jumping. ”

"What about Fuxuan Gongzi?"

"Hui Gongzi. In the past few days, I have been helping the prince of Jinting to watch the worship in the house, but he is very busy. ”

Fang Xun frowned slightly when he listened, and said after another while: "Okay." I'll go back to the Wing Garden and rest for a while, and you can go down. Although the servants hesitated a little when they heard the order, they finally retreated, leaving Fang Xun alone to walk through the depths of the garden, and the servants were afraid that if there was anything wrong with the service, Zhang Bing's steward blamed it and it was difficult to take it, but thinking about it, although he had little contact with Fang Xun, he was a pleasant person to scrutinize.

The spring breeze at the end of April blows delicately, scratching the ground and lazy and itchy, at this time it is afternoon again, the sun is like fire, the people in the house are all asleep, and the garden is lined with birds chirping, which is extraordinarily quiet. After all, Wang Xie's garden is more ingenious than that of Tongzhou Mansion, Fang Xun is drunk and prosperous, admiring the soil mountain, fishing platform, and Qu Marsh in the garden, but he can hear the sound of a woman crying in a detour between the streams, and his voice is quiet, and he can't help but be a little curious in his heart, and want to come to this huge mansion of the two mansions, and it is common for the maids to be wronged to hide from people under the wall and cry, and they are about to take a detour, but they are suddenly enlightened when the shade in front of them is opened, such as a jade tent, exposing the beauty in front of them.

In the orchard, there are brocade heavy falling flowers and broken piles on the ground, regarded as spring mud no one converges, and the fragrance is deep, only to see a woman kneeling on the ground, stretching out her hand to pick up the soil, and moving to the side, full of feelings and difficult to release, when the pit is half a foot deep, then with affectionate eyes, the peach blossom branches in the jade plate on the side are cut into the pit soil, in the pole, and then the surrounding soil is slowly moved to cover it.

The shade of the trees stopped the scorching sun on the top of the woman's neck, leaving only the void light mottled and whitewashed with falling flowers on the ground. The woman's fair skin was lit up by the sun, shining in the shade of the unclear tree, the light and shadow were reflected on the hem of the woman's trousers, baking the fragrance of flowers, and the tears of Yingying were like distilled flower dew, although it was clear, it was pink at first glance.

Fang Xun peeped curiously, but heard the woman whisper:

"The spring twilight of Taoyuan is dashing, who pities the peach blossoms and bends their waists?

The broken stamen is piled up, and the wet zone is covered with fragrant buds.

Fangshulong is sad and gloomy late, and he is dusty and noisy.

The tears of the branches lock the linden thousand layers, and the window shines coldly on the lonely companion.

The old country has a night of frost falling, and the cherry blossoms are borrowed to see the winter love.

Wan Lai said that Xinyan went, who read the North Building Huai Duan Gao. ”

On the ground, a drop of red blood condensed from the strip of white scarf wrapped around his arm, and slowly flowed down the snow-white jade skin, like weeping blood and tears, dripping into the black soil under the peach blossom branches, and Fang Xun clearly heard a "ding dong" like a drop of water in his heart A sound into the pool, this maid's mind is so sensitive and delicate, this ordinary broken wood and firewood turned into a song of pity and incense in her mouth, flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, life is circulating, people are good flowers, they are all empty skins, and people are as light as wood, but even their own fate is not controllable in the rotation, Manli Jiyan is gone in the spring, the fragrance is gone, and there is nothing to look back on. Fang Xun has an excellent memory, and he silently recited the words he heard in his heart, realized the woman's philosophy, tasted it, and was shocked, but it was clear that there were words in the lyrics, especially the sentences "Old Country", "North Building", and "Duan Gao" are quite intriguing. Fang Xun thought about it, but he was so careless that his feet slipped, and the dark bushes on his knees rustled.

"Who's there?" Hatsumeng looked around vigilantly.

Fang Xun came out calmly and said, "It's just a passing." ”

When I first dreamed that it was Fang Xun Gongzi, I hurriedly got up and saluted, looking quite cramped, and said, "I've seen Fang Xun Gongzi." ”

"I see your hands are bleeding. ”

"It doesn't matter...... "Hatsumeme lowered her eyebrows.

A smile appeared on Fang Xun's face, which was quite interesting, and asked, "What is the girl doing without even caring about bleeding her hands?"

"It's just a peach blossom ......"

"The girl also knows how to plant, and she will teach me in the future. Fang Xun carefully looked at the servant girl's shy and drooping face, the tears were not dry, showing a little pitiful, and asked, "Is that kind of finished, do you need me to help you do some?"

"It's done. Don't work to let go of the son. ”

"There should be planting tools in the garden, so you don't have to hurt the girl's jade hands next time. Seeing Chu Meng timidly hiding his slender arms behind him, as if deliberately avoiding him, Fang Xun asked again, "What's your name?"

"Hui Gongzi...... The first dream of the little maid. ”

"You are the first dream ......" However, this sentence Fang Xun did not say it, only laughed in his heart, turned around and walked away, and floated to an elegant and clear voice as he walked: "There are many people in the garden, so the girl should go back early." ”

Chu Meng looked at the seven-foot back of Fang Xun from afar, the crane swayed with his body, the vermilion cloud belt fluttered behind him, his steps were broad, his head was held high, and he only looked at the newly planted peach tree in a daze, but there was a trace of indescribable uneasiness in his heart.