December 15 is a day when the clouds and snow disappear and the sky is clear. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Su Yixing, who was at home, welcomed Wen Jiling, who had been absent for a long time, in the morning, and had a good conversation with him about poison. It wasn't until nearly noon in the basement of the study that the two of them went back to the ground and had dinner together.

"I've been studying with you for a morning, and the problems that should be solved have been solved, so shouldn't you repay the favor in the afternoon and take me to the capital?" Wen Jiling, who put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, looked at Su Yixing on the other side of the table and said: "There is a place I have long wanted to go, but my identity is not enough to meet the people I want to see, so I have to borrow your light to satisfy the curiosity in my heart!" ”

"What is so strange? Do you have to take you there? Su Yixing, who put down the teacup in his hand for rinsing his mouth after meals, and gently wiped the traces of water from the corners of his lips with a handkerchief, said: "Could it be the inner garden of the palace?" If it were there, I wouldn't be able to get in. ”

"No, no, I'm not interested in a place like the Imperial Palace, I want to go to the very famous Xiangming Residence in Beijing." Wen Jiling, who waved his hand and denied it, said curiously: "It is said that the son of Kexin in Xiangmingju is more beautiful and talented than Luoshen, I really have never seen a man who is beautiful but indistinguishable from male and female, so I want to see it." ”

Hearing the words "...... Gongzi Kexin", Su Yixing frowned slightly, and the movements in his hands were slightly sluggish. Although the words "Xiang Mingju" and "Kexin Gongzi" are slightly unfamiliar to Su Yixing today, before he met Xia Shuanghan, he was actually a frequent visitor to Xiangmingju and a guest of Kexin Gongzi.

As mentioned above, the Daxia government explicitly forbade the opening of men's style halls, so those shops that sell men as their main means of making profits will use other faces to disguise, and without the introduction of acquaintances, people outside don't want to touch the door to enter the store.

Like the opera troupe called "Liyuan Spring" that Su Yixing once patronized, "Xiang Mingju", a shop that sells tea, performs tea art, and entertains high-class people to come to drink tea as a disguise, is actually a men's style restaurant that sells dog meat with a sheep's head.

Su Yixing once had a male affair, and Wen Jiling, who had lived in the Xiangyang Palace for a long time a few years ago, knew about it. Although he was not interested in getting involved in men, his strange curiosity, which he explained as "everyone has a love for beauty", made him want to meet this Kexin son, who had just been introduced to his ears a few days ago, and was said to be peerless.

"You want to see him? But what if I don't want to see it? "Since he went to the Jiuping Iron Mine outside the Guanwai last winter, Su Yixing has been insulated from the male color for more than a year. The Xia Shuanghan in his backyard who is devoted to others has not been solved yet, for the sake of his lifelong happiness, how can he go to the men's style hall to make trouble for himself?

"I know that I've been insulated from those people and things since I beat you and married you, but can't you just introduce me and let me feast my eyes? As long as you can send me in, then even if you turn around and leave at the door, I have no problem! ”

“...... This is what you said, I will be responsible for pulling a line for you, and when the line is hit, I will leave the rest of the matter to you. When the words fell, Su Yixing, who received Wen Jiling's nod and assurance, finally stood up and took the lead out of the house. It's just that what he didn't expect was that at the gate of the Xiangming House, he would meet the one who he didn't want to see the person he was preparing to patronize the Male Wind Pavilion.

In Xia Shuanghan's cognition, Xiangmingju is really a place to run all kinds of tea business for her. Therefore, when she heard that a genuine painting by a certain painter in the previous dynasty who had been missing for many years was suddenly presented by someone to the Kexin son who was proficient in tea art in the Xiangming Curie, Xia Shuanghan really thought that as long as she came to the Xiangming Ju and politely made a request, then she should be able to see the authentic painting.

It's a pity that it backfired. The first time it didn't work, and then the second and third summer frosts came, but they never saw Kexin Gongzi and the painting hanging in his room.

Unique books, calligraphy and paintings, these things have a shared convention in the literati circle of Great Xia. However, in order to broaden each other's horizons and inherit and carry forward the essence of their predecessors, those who love books and paintings generally do not refuse to sincerely come to the door to ask for books and paintings in order to appreciate and learn from their peers.

Therefore, when Xia Shuanghan was rejected three times and twice, she thought that she should not suffer such treatment, and she was a little puzzled.

"If I was rejected because I didn't show my self-name at the beginning, and because the store was judged by its appearance, I was mistaken for a layman who deliberately came to be elegant. But why was I still being shut out when I came with my paintings and revealed my name as a well-known 'Frost Layman'? I can't figure it out, it's really hard to figure it out! ”

Xia Shuanghan, who was obsessed with the real painting that he had not been able to see in his previous life, was rejected for the third time, and disguised himself to test the truth several times. In the end, Xia Shuanghan, who had touched the doorway, understood-that Kexin Gongzi was actually the popular number one of Xiang Mingju, so if he was not introduced, then he would not be able to step into the part of Xiang Mingju as a men's wind hall anyway.

"Men's Wind Hall? I don't know if Su Yixing is familiar with this fragrant tea house, can you take me in to see the calligraphy and painting. ”

On December 15, Xia Shuanghan, who went out to Zhenqu Pavilion in the morning, went to the noodle shop opposite Xiangmingju and ordered a bowl of hot noodle soup for lunch after selling paintings for getting paid. Immediately, just as she was sucking the noodles and thinking, "I'll try it again later, if it doesn't work, I'll go home and find Su Yixing to help", a carriage that was very familiar to Xia Shuanghan suddenly stopped at the door of Xiangmingju.

"Yo ho, you don't need me to look for him, he sent it to the door himself!" Xia Shuanghan, who swallowed the last section of noodles with a snort, hurriedly took out a few copper plates from his sleeve pocket to pay the bill, grabbed the burden that was left in his hand and stood up, and then ran towards Su Yixing across the street. "Su Zhenchen, are you going in? Would you like to take me one? ”

On the other side of the street, he had just stepped out of the carriage with Wen Jiling, who was full of interest, and looked up at Su Yixing, who had not patronized the storefront for a long time and was a little unfamiliar, and before he could take a step, a familiar voice floated into his ears.

"Frost? How did you end up here? Turning around to look at Xia Shuanghan, who suddenly appeared in front of him, dressed as a man, Su Yixing only felt that he couldn't say anything for a moment: what should he say now? Do you explain to her first that you don't plan to go in to meet your best friend, or do you want to ask her first, what are you going to do in there?

"Looks like you're going to be a regular patron of this shop." Glancing at the store hall, the moment he saw Su Yixing, he showed a familiar smile and wanted to greet the store, Xia Shuanghan was overjoyed and said, "You have a doorway, right?" I want to meet Kexin Gongzi, can you help me? ”

"Yo, little brother, it seems that you and I are among the same people!" Before Su Yixing, who had the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, responded, he deduced from Xia Shuanghan's thin body that "he" should only come to feast his eyes, not Wen Jiling, who came to fill his "mouth", and greeted him with a smile: "Dare to ask what the little brother is called?" ”

"Go home, don't make a fuss, this is not the place for you." Before Xia Shuanghan hugged Wen Jiling's fist, Su Yixing, who grabbed her wrist and pulled her in the direction of the carriage, said: "I will come out after I send him in, you can wait for me in the carriage first." ”

"I don't want to, I've been here several times, I can't see Kexin Gongzi without a doorway, since you want to take him in, how about introducing me?"

lest Su Yixing misunderstood his original intention and forcibly dragged her into the carriage, raised his hand to grab Xia Shuanghan, who had slid down his shoulder because of his pulling, and said neatly: "I don't want to see Kexin Gongzi, but I want to see a painting in his room!" That's the real work of a famous artist from the previous dynasty, and I have to take a good look at whatever I say. ”

"Look at the paintings? You mean, you're here to see the paintings? Su Yixing, who raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then stopped what he was doing, confirmed loudly: "Are you really here to see the paintings?" ”

"What else can I do?" He withdrew his arm and rubbed his reddened wrist, raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Jiling's Xia Shuanghan beside him, and said, "You guys are going in now to see Prince Kexin, right?" Then don't delay, take me with you! ”

The elegant and fresh fragrance permeates the room, and in the elegantly and simply furnished room, after several encounters with the summer frost and cold that cannot be entered several times, I finally saw the authentic masterpiece that she has coveted for a long time.

Sitting at the small table, how superb and peerless the tea art of Kexin Gongzi is, how much amazement and admiration there is in the eyes of Wen Jiling, who is deeply staring at Kexin Gongzi, and even more, Su Yixing, who is sitting on pins and needles, faces how anxious she and Kexin Gongzi are in the same room, these things, silently standing by the wall and looking up at the painting, and Xia Shuanghan, who has been completely immersed in the superb technique of the painting and the long-term artistic conception, did not notice it.

"Su Shizi, speaking of which, you haven't been here for a long time." Ke Xin, who played with the tea set in his hand smoothly and looked up at Xia Shuanghan's side face, smiled lightly: "I thought that you gave up those old habits and preferences because you were already married, but now it seems that I was wrong, you obviously have a more favorite newcomer!" ”

"......" knew that Kexin was bluffed by Xia Shuanghan's appearance Su Yixing, considering that he didn't need to explain his feelings to him, and at the same time, he didn't want the reaction of Kexin and Wen Jiling to be triggered after he found out the truth, disturbing Xia Shuanghan to continue to appreciate the paintings, so he didn't say anything in the end when he picked up the teacup.

The elegant fragrance of tea rises with the tumbling tea soup and the flowing camellia, and when I look up at the summer frost and cold of the painting for a long time, I finally turn my eyes to the window when I feel my neck is sore.

Ke Xin's room is located in the most open view of the entire Xiang Ming House. There is a window on each side of the room, one outside is the bustling and busy street, and the other is a quiet and quiet courtyard with rockeries and meandering waters.

"Hey, Lu Shaoyun, don't run, you wait for me!" In the lively street market, the sound of horses' hooves accompanied by the girl's crisp shout reached the ears of Xia Shuanghan, who was standing by the window. And when she leaned out, she quickly caught a glimpse of the figure that was quickly approaching this side along the street from a distance, and saw Wen Xueying on horseback who was chasing after Lu Shaoyun.

Wen Xueying in her previous life did not leave a deep impression on Xia Shuanghan, so when she saw a girl dressed in alien costumes riding a horse and chasing Lu Shaoyun all over the street, Xia Shuanghan was a little dazed for a moment.

It wasn't until Lu Shaoyun, who was running along the street, inadvertently raised his eyes and saw Xia Shuanghan standing silently by the window, and jumped towards her with a little foot, Xia Shuanghan suddenly remembered, ah, the girl on the horse was the peach blossom that Lu Shaoyun had died without illness in his previous life.

"Lu Shaoyun, what do you mean by hiding upstairs, you have the ability, you come down and finish talking to me!" Wen Xueying, who caught up with the horse, stopped outside the Xiangming Residence, and then looked up at Lu Shaoyun who was climbing by the window upstairs, and asked him for a clear explanation if he said anything.

"Miss Wen, I think I've already told you, even if you people in southern Xinjiang are fierce and don't regard women chasing after men as an immoral act, but I already have a sweetheart, so please don't pester me anymore, okay?"

Lu Shaoyun, who was sweating on his forehead because of the long-distance running, gasped and replied to Wen Xueying, who still refused to give up downstairs, and at the same time turned over and climbed into the room with a hand from Xia Shuanghan.

The next thing was very chaotic in the eyes of Wen Jiling, a calm bystander: her sister Wen Xueying insisted on going upstairs in order to see Lu Shaoyun; After his friend Su Yixing saw Lu Shaoyun and Xia Shuanghan shaking hands together, he immediately rushed forward to defend his sovereignty; Xia Shuanghan, who has been looking up at the painting since he entered the house, is not a little brother but a dignified princess; And the reason why Lu Shaoyun rejected his sister Wen Xueying was also from Xia Shuanghan, who was not amazing and was already a wife......

"Lu Shaoyun, I've inquired a long time ago, what kind of so-called sweetheart of yours has long since broken off the marriage contract with you, why are you still obsessed with it, and you have to remember others?"

"I will also return the same sentence to you, and I told you that I will not marry anyone in my life except for frost and cold, so can you please stop being stubborn and chasing after you?" ”

"It's amazing, I can't imagine that the girls in southern Xinjiang are even more strong, strong and active than our Rong girls in the matter of finding a lifelong partner."

"If you're not here for tea, can you please go out now!"

In the end, Kexin Gongzi, who was still standing beside Xia Shuanghan, who was calmly comparing and analyzing the two nationalities, ended the riot in Xiangmingju with a cold and angry word. (To be continued.) )