Because it is a temporary residence, it is far less spacious than the Du Mansion they once had in Jinling, and the four girls in the mansion live closely, only a few dozen steps away.

The sound of the piano can be heard from afar, like a breeze in the forest, peaceful and soft.

Du Rong turned her head and said with annoyance: "Look, I didn't say anything wrong, right?" At this time, she is still playing the piano, and I don't know where the leisure comes from, everyone is in a hurry to pack up things, just she wants to pretend to be high, thinking that we can't play the piano? More annoying than you. ”

Don't look at Du Rong being mean, but the two of them are sisters, and their relationship is deeper than anyone else's, Du Ruo quipped: "But she is a fairy, didn't she have a god nun who wanted to accept her as a disciple when she was a child?" In the future, Xu will be ranked in the immortal class. ”

"Narrow ghosts." Du Ying's thin voice floated out of the window, "Say bad things about me behind my back again......" She coughed lightly, "The Yaoqin I just found, I just looked at whether the strings were broken, what did you say?" ”

Both laughed.

Du Rong didn't stop for a moment, as soon as she entered the house, she pointed to the east and west, and instructed her mother-in-law to carry the ox cart and empty anything. ”

The face of the perennial medicine is very pale, there is not much blood, I see pity for the thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes, Du Ruo looked at her, thinking that she was not talking nonsense just now, and always felt that Du Ying sometimes seemed to be riding the wind.

Pulling Du Ying's hand, she smiled and said: "Second sister, eldest sister is good like this, leave everything to her to worry about, we will be idle and happy." ”

Unlike her sickness, Du Ruo's complexion is white and red, always like a full fruit, sweet when she was a child, anyone who sees it wants to take a bite, and now she is also sweet, laughing at two small pear vortices, bright and brilliant.

No matter how bad the mood was, Du Ying touched her bud: "That's right, let her take care of it." Come, I'll show you the picture of the lady I just found, I look like you, painted by the court painter of the previous dynasty. ”

She asked Yahuan to bring it, and on the old rice paper, a little girl in a pink skirt stood in front of the tall palace wall, holding a broom, smiling slightly, like a warm sun.

Du Ruo was surprised: "It's really a little similar to me." ”

"Right? To you. "Du Ying is very generous," these things all depend on whether there is fate. ”

It was normal for them to give gifts to each other, and Du Ruo didn't refuse.

Du Rong said dissatisfied: "I really don't care, when it comes to calligraphy and painting, if it weren't for me, one or two of you would have to be told by your grandmother, why don't you sort it out quickly!" ”

Du Yingwan'er stretched out her hand and took the stack of rice paper on the high table next to the couch to Yahuan: "Be careful, don't break it, it's Chengxin paper, and now it's in chaos, and I don't know where to buy it." ”

The three girls worked together and quickly cleaned up.

Du Ruo picked up the scroll and said goodbye.

Yuzhu said softly on the road: "The old lady really loves the second girl, the slave maid just saw her several boxes of blood swallows, but there is nothing here in the big house, and the lady also said to the kitchen steward last time, if you see it in any shop, you will buy them all back at a price." ”

What's so strange about that? Du Ruo said: "The second sister is not in good health, grandmother will definitely hurt her, not to mention grandmother, even I should give the second sister to make up for my body." ”

Her own girl is really generous, she doesn't care at all, Yuzhu is a little wronged for her, after all, the girl is the eldest daughter of the big house, and the Du family can always have this wealth by relying on the eldest master, so all the good things in the house should belong to the girl, but she wanted to think about it, but she didn't say it.

On the road, people are still coming and going to move things, among them there is a big one, six or seven people to carry, Du Ruo recognized that it was his grandmother's magpie shelf bed in Shuangyue Cave, remembering that when he first came to Jin County, his grandmother said that he could not sleep well at night, and he said that the big bed that the ancestor had passed down for more than a hundred years, and his father had no choice but to send someone to Jinling to carry it over.

Fortunately, Jinling was no longer fighting at that time, and his mother said that she was reluctant to throw things, and her grandmother was actually even more so, but she also liked the bed. When her father went out to fight when she was a child, she often stayed with her grandmother, and the little group always crawled on the bed, and at that time she thought that the bed was so big that she couldn't climb to the end.

The little girl smiled stupidly in the sun, her eyes shining like horizontal waves, rippling in a lake.

Du Ling shouted from a distance: "Ruoruo, why are you running around? ”

Following the prestige, when she saw her brother, she walked over and raised the scroll: "I went to help the second sister, she gave me a painting, look at ......it" She unfolded it, raised her head again, but found that there was one more person beside Du Ling.

He Xuan.

He Xuan's biological father died on the battlefield five years ago, and since that day, his father has taken good care of him.

She still remembered the first time she saw He Xuan, he was dressed in black, thin and indifferent, it was obviously a warm March, but he seemed to be standing in the cold winter, with heavy snow falling from all over his body, and no one could get close.

She was so young that she didn't know how to be afraid, even He Xuan didn't make her hide in fright.

Her father asked her to call him Brother Xuan, and she had a sweet mouth, so she came when she opened her mouth.

But now, she can't scream anymore.

Mother thought she had grown up, thin-skinned and shy, but she knew in her heart that it was because she had gathered less and left more in recent years, and once he came back from Xiangyang, her mother and her were guests at Zhao's house, and she was lying on the window and saw him standing in the courtyard talking to Zhao Jian. He was dressed in a pitch-black robe, but he wore a red cloak, and the golden crown on his head shone brightly, and at that moment, for some reason, she didn't seem to know him.

Seeing her, he didn't come over to speak.

When we meet again in the future, it seems that there is something separated by a layer, maybe they are not the same kind of people in the first place, and she gradually forgets him.

But now, she knew what was going to happen to him.

Du Ruo was a little confused, she didn't understand why He Xuan would be the emperor, those dreams were so ridiculous, but what she dreamed had come true, she bent her eyebrows slightly, and secretly glanced at He Xuan.

Last year, he went to Lingnan to suppress the uprising, expand the territory under Zhao Jian's rule, and strengthen the Dayan army, which he had not seen for a year.

But the eighteen-year-old young man was still the same as before, wearing an inky brocade robe on his body, like a rich night, he was hidden in the darkness, silent, but the long sword at his waist glowed with dazzling brilliance. It was a gift from Zhao Jian when he was crowned King Yong a few days ago, and the sword was given to the hero to show his importance to this young prince.

Zhao Jian often said that he treated He Xuan as his three biological sons.

He probably didn't expect that one day He Xuan would snatch Jiangshan from Zhao Yu's hands, and Du Ruo was in a trance, and his eyes met He Xuan's eyes.

It's strange that such a cold man has a pair of amber eyes, and when he looks at you, it gives you the illusion that he is gentle. The flashing eyes were clear and translucent, like a handful of clear springs on the high mountain, attracting people to bow their heads to drink, and Du Ruo hurriedly turned his head.

Du Ling had already seen the painting clearly, and said dissatisfiedly: "Where is it like you, this is the palace maid?" How can you be a palace maid? How can you be a noble lady of a famous family in the future! ”

It's not about identity, Du Ruo said: "Look at her eyebrows and eyes, isn't it like it?" ”

She pointed her finger on the rice paper, slender and long, like the petals of Wenzhulan, with a moving beauty, He Xuan couldn't help but look at the painting. The little girl in the painting has beautiful eyebrows and almond eyes, which is very sweet, but it seems to be worse than Du Ruo.

He still remembered the first time he saw Du Ruo, she was wearing a silver embroidered gourd vine skirt, combing her double buns, her round face was cute and jade, her voice was like a lark, and the golden bells on her wrists jingled when she walked. She called him Brother Xuan, and after that day, whenever he came, she always had Brother Xuan long and Brother Xuan short.

In his life, she was the only one who called him that.

I used to be so close to him.

He opened his eyes and listened to her sweet voice: "Brother, take a closer look, whether it looks like it or not." ”

Du Ling said: "I still can't see it......" He asked He Xuan, a little self-deprecating, "Brother He, what do you see?" My father used to say, "Your eyes are better than mine." ”

Because the two of them competed in riding and shooting, he couldn't beat him once, but for some reason, he just liked He Xuan, and he wanted to know how he practiced his skills. Just like this time when he went to Lingnan, he only brought 5,000 elite soldiers, but defeated the enemy army with 20,000 soldiers and horses, no wonder Zhao Jian wanted to crown him as the prince, and even gave him a tiger talisman to let him transfer troops.

It's no wonder that when his father mentions him, he always shows critical eyes to himself.

He Xuan must have some secret!

Did you worship some master as a teacher? His biological father died so early, and when he came to the Du family, he never asked his father for advice, but his father's old god was there to teach him, and he was careless.

Such a mysterious man really aroused Du Ling's curiosity.

didn't expect Du Ling to ask him, He Xuan was stunned, and wanted to look at the painting, but when he met Du Ruo's gaze, the little girl also seemed to be frightened, and her eyes widened.

How long has it been since they spoke again? He didn't know what to say, but now that Du Ruo looked at him like this, he inexplicably didn't want to refuse, so he picked up the painting.

Did he really want to answer?

Du Ruo's little face tensed, in fact, she didn't care about He Xuan's answer, she didn't look like that little girl, what did it have to do with him?

But thinking of the dreams, he raised his sword against her, and she was a little scared, because she didn't know what He Xuan was going to do to her, and those dreams didn't tell her the answer. She clenched her fists, made herself laugh, and said softly, "Brother Xuan, can you see it?" ”

She hadn't called him that for more than two years.

Those three words are wrapped around the tip of the tongue, a little unfamiliar, and it sounds timid.

Is she scared of him?

He Xuanjian raised his eyebrows slightly, although he was not like Zhao Yu who would please her and coax her to call him Brother Yu happily, but he had never scared her, what was she afraid of?

The years they spent together brought her in the end, was it just fear?

He looked at the painting, then at her.

Her amber eyes were stained with dappled sunlight from the leaves, and she couldn't tell whether they were cold or gentle.