Yu Xi's eyes flashed, her lips bit lightly, she looked at the person who was close at hand, and said with a slight smile: "I just said, who said that I should be reluctant?" One day, Mo Qing will die at night, I will let you stick it to me, am I not happy? ”

"Good!" Ning Xi shook his head slightly and walked forward quickly. After walking for a while, I saw that she hadn't followed for a long time, so I couldn't help but look back patiently.

The girl behind her smiled softly and ran briskly.

Ning Xi saw her crying and laughing, and unconsciously smiled faintly, glanced at her obliquely, only to hear her puff and panting, and asked with a smile: "What are you crying about?" ”

Yuxi raised her eyes and glanced at him again, and suddenly her expression darkened, "Your Majesty, slave, I am homesick." ”……

In the days that followed, both of them avoided as much as possible. Even if it is necessary to meet, it is still an extremely tacit dodge, and there is no speech. If the emperor needs anything, he only makes a gesture in his eyes.

This feeling is very strange, no matter what you are doing, you suddenly think of him and become stupid and smile. Suddenly I came back to my senses, and I had forgotten what I was going to do. Every time I wear a piece of clothing, I can't wait to run to him and let him see if it looks good or not. Every time I write a poem, I can't wait for him to be there and want him to comment. Every time a hairpin is inserted, I can't wait for him to be in front of him and help him pin into the hair. All the time, all the time, thinking about what he was doing? At this time, it's time to go down to the court, it's time to go to the South China Gate, it's time to go to the Qianyang Palace, he, it's time to appear, right? Hey, why hasn't he come back yet? He, is he still criticizing excerpts? He's already asleep, right? She didn't know what was wrong, she only felt that this symptom was getting more and more serious, so that she was in a trance but could not be contained, and she really began to suspect that if she didn't try her best to restrain herself, she would also suffer from "March Peach Blossom Fever".

On this day, Yuxi was immersed in copying scriptures, only to hear Pingyao say that the emperor was going out of the palace, so Yuxi hurriedly packed up.

Seeing that Pingyao had already gotten up, Yuxi didn't have time to think about it, and asked, "Sister, is it homely or court clothes?" ”

Pingyao yawned and said with a smile: "Homely." ”

Yuxi knew that the emperor was going out in micro-clothes again, and the last time he left the palace, it seemed that he still went to Zizhu. It's been more than three months. Finally, this time he could go out again, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and picked out a plain white shirt, but saw that his folding fan seemed to be missing. Yu Xi said in her heart, could it be that what the master said that day was true? Could it be that he really wrote some notes on that fan, and where did he hide it? I searched for a while, but I still didn't find it. I can't help but regret why I didn't come back to look for it that day. He didn't dare to delay any longer, so he took the clothes and the silver ticket, and then walked out with a grin.

The three of them came out of the hall, and Jiang Zi had already prepared the carriage. The carriage went out of the palace gate and drove slowly all the way, and it seemed that the emperor was in a good mood today. The carriage reached a secluded alleyway, and the three men got out of the carriage. The two dressed up as maids, followed behind Ning Xi, and walked to the main street in front. Yu Xi looked at this street, felt that the more she looked at it, the more familiar it became, and she was stunned and said: "Why does this look more and more like Changfeng Street, where the slave's silk shop is located?" ”

Ning Xi smiled slightly, and the three of them walked forward, and walked to a shop, with four big characters written on it, which was indeed "Drunken Silk." Under the lintel, two woodcut couplets, moistened with red ink, "Heaven and earth are all things, it is difficult to moisten the roots of grass." Although the splendid is beautiful, it is not decorated and not bought. “

Ning Xi smiled: "Who came out of this couplet?"

Yu Xi said: "The slave wrote." “

At this time, a delicate woman with a purple belt around her waist walked out of the store, the woman saw Yu Xi, her face showed joy, she greeted her in a few steps, hugged Yu Xi's arm, and said with a smile: "Girl, you personally brought the guests?" ”

Yu Xi laughed twice and asked, "Weaving, why did you come?" ”

Zhiluo smiled: "Guan Qi has entered Beijing to take up a post, and I came with him." ”

The two didn't have time to talk in detail, Yu Xi pondered for a while: "This is Sister Pingyao, my friend." This water boy, you should have seen it. ”

Weaving a blessing, bowed down and said: "Weaving has seen the son, and the weaving has seen the girl." ”

After the salute, the three women went to the inner hall to speak, and now the table was already filled with candied fruit and fresh fruits and vegetables. Pingyao picked up a few tastes, sat on the side with a smile, and watched the two of them talk.

Yu Xi smiled: "Are you okay uncle?" ”

Weaving Luo smiled: "Miss Lao is worried, it's all right." ”

In the store, Dongyang, who sells silk, has never seen such a good-looking man in front of him, and he saw that he came with a girl, so he must be a distinguished customer. I just feel that although he is smiling faintly, his body exudes a faint temperament, which is not allowed to get close, but people can't help but take a few more looks.

Dongyang followed behind him and said with a smile: "Childe, the horse you are looking at is ink." ”

Ning Xi smiled faintly and looked at the second batch.

Dongyang smiled: "Childe, the batch you are looking at now is Yuxi. ”

Ning Xi smiled with a warm spring breeze: "Who drew these patterns?" ”

Dongyang said with a smile: "Ink, Yuxi, Qinglian, and March Cainan are all painted by the girl herself." Other Prajna, dragon and phoenix Chengxiang, these are the pictures of the girl and the embroidery girl after the discussion, and the embroidery girl found someone. ”

Ning Xi smiled slightly, "These patterns are indeed beautifully embroidered. The light of his eyes stopped on the green lotus, saying that it was a green lotus, but it was a residual lotus, and it was not in full bloom at all, but there was a regressive atmosphere. Spring is born and summer is long, all things are prosperous and withered, "if you die and exist, oil is not visible and god", the sequence of four times, "heaven and earth have great beauty without words, flat but all things", my heart moved, I couldn't help but praise, worthy of being the apprentice brought out by Qingyue.

After eating the snacks, Yuxi picked up a piece of silk and gave it to Pingyao, Pingyao pointed to the door, but he didn't dare to ask for it.

Ning Xi smiled: "Take it!" In the future, this drunken family will be the supply of silk designated by the official family, and the shopkeeper will give a small gift to the people around him who can be the master. Pingyao, you should laugh at it. ”

Yu Xi was overjoyed, and in a fit of gratification, she ran out of it, hugged his arm, raised her head and grinned, "Is it true?" Is it true? ”

Ning Xi smiled lightly again, dressed in plain clothes, gentle and elegant.

Pingyao heard this and happily accepted the silk. Yu Xi asked the guys in the shop to deliver the silk to the carriage in the laneway. But he didn't take the carriage, but let the carriage wait in front of him, and in a flash, he entered another alleyway. The two had no choice but to follow him into the depths of the alley. The two of them were chattering in the back, when they heard a young child's voice suddenly shouting: "Brother, brother, can you help me take a look?" ”

He actually squatted down and smiled at the child, warm as spring, rotten as spring flowers, and the two people on the side couldn't help but look stunned.

He smiled and asked, "Can't you turn around here?" “

The child nodded hurriedly. He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and bent the iron circle lightly with his hand, and it was a just right circle, "Okay", he was still smiling with spring light, warm as the wind.

The child picked up the iron ring, hooked it with the small hook in his hand, and sure enough, it turned again, and the child ran up happily, and turned back and said, "Thank you, brother!" ”

He stood up, a bright smile on the corner of his mouth, "Let's play!" ”

Such a Mo Qing died at night......

(To be continued.) )