Xiao Yiran sat in front of the bookcase, and for a while, his thoughts were flying. My mind is full of bits and pieces of meeting and acquaintance with Lin Chen, and occasionally mixed with Zhao Heng's shadow. The first time I saw the chrysanthemum garden, the Tianbo Mansion gave Jinpa, the night pearl when celebrating my birthday, the moment I lost my mind when I was immersed in the sound of my piano in the garden pavilion, and the knife was sent by the Ansan Station. Although Zhao Heng is the prince, he has never put on a condescending and aggressive posture in front of him. has always been a gentle and soft talker, more like an amorous rich son.

Subconsciously, Xiao Yiran read Zhao Heng's letter again, and Xiao Yiran appreciated Zhao Heng's regular script very much. The pen is straight, the dot painting is heavy, and it is strong and delicate. With the strength of the pen is not wild, very bookish, both form and meaning, Confucian elegance, and all out of the ordinary. In short, fresh, handsome, natural.

"Miss, Madame is here."

The voice of Musk Moon outside interrupted Xiao Yiran's contemplation. Hurriedly got up and went out. As soon as I came to the outer room, my mother Sun had already walked in.

"Mother has something to send someone to say, and then she will go over."

"It's not the same, there's always one person who has to get frozen, right?"

Xiao Yiran hurriedly let her mother into the inner room, and the mother and daughter took off their shoes and sat on the bed to talk.

"Ran'er, just now my mother saw Qian Jun hurriedly running over, as if she was holding a letter, who sent it?"

"It's the third prince Zhao Heng."

Xiao Yiran said, motioning for Qingwen to hand over the letter on the bookcase. When Sun Jie got into his hand, he only glanced at it slightly, and then put it on the bed.

"No wonder. Yesterday, I heard your father say that the road was closed by heavy snow, and the post station had not been in contact for several days. At this time, ordinary people's letters cannot be delivered. ”

"It's just an ordinary greeting for peace, as for sending it in a hurry in such weather?"

Xiao Yiran said with a smile.

"Hehe, the post only knows that it is a letter from the palace, but I don't know the content of the letter. Where would they dare to delay? ”

"Fake public and private."

"What kind of fake public and private, the entire Great Song Dynasty is surnamed Zhao, which is public and which is private?"

"That's what my mother said."

"Does Ran'er have a letter to send back to the capital?"

"Yes, at that time, Brother Lin Chen instructed him to write a letter to tell him the address when he arrived at Yanshan Mansion, which was not just written. Now that the road is closed by heavy snow, let's wait two days before sending it away. ”

"In the past two days, your father has reported the disaster, and he will send someone to the capital to send them back for disaster relief. Also, remember to write one to your cousin as well. And Xiaoxi them. ”

Xiao Yiran looked at his mother Sun and asked with a smile:

"This should be considered a fake public benefit, right?"

The mother and daughter talked and laughed, because Xiao Guoliang was busy with business, and usually ate lunch in the yamen, Xiao Yiran instructed Xiao Xing to move the mother's lunch here, and after lunch together, the mother Sun went back.

After his mother left, Xiao Yiran thought about it, since Zhao Heng had a letter arrived, a reply was necessary. Princess Yinghui should also write one, otherwise she will have to leave the handle. Plus for Cousin Xun and Xiaoxi them. Xiao Yiran took a short rest, and then got busy with the four letters.

Letters to others are easy to write, but the reply to Zhao Heng. Xiao Yiran carefully considered the words, and he couldn't reveal a trace of truth like the letter he wrote to Lin Chen. However, if you want to avoid misunderstanding the other party, and you can't write too coldly, it really took Xiao Yiran a lot of thought. Only wrote a letter to Zhao Heng for half an hour.

The next day, Xiao Yiran's letter to everyone in the capital was sent to the capital by his father Xiao Guoliang, and Zhao Qing, who was sent to the capital to ask for disaster relief, was brought to Bianliang. After that, Xiao Yiran no longer bothered to think about Master Yuantong's verses, and lived a dull and idle life behind closed doors. This is the day that Xiao Yiran yearns for the most. Practice the piano, write, read a book, or enjoy the snow. Occasionally, when I was interested, I would also copy down the poems in my memory, especially those that were more appropriate to the occasion. Although Xiao Yiran deliberately did not write about the poetry of literati and writers after this era, he still sometimes forgot jì. For example, on the ninth day of the lunar month, looking at the snowflakes flying in the sky, as well as the snow-covered houses, the distant peaks, etc., Xiao Yiran naturally remembered the famous song "Qinyuan Spring". Snow.

Most of the time, Xiao Yiran would instruct Qingwen and Musk Yue to burn the poems they had written by practicing calligraphy, so as not to leak them outside and cause misunderstandings. On this day, Xiao Yiran finished writing "Qinyuan Spring. Snow", stared and admired for a while, and when he saw that only Xiao Xing was beside him, he commanded:

"Take it and burn it."

"Yes, miss."

Xiao Xing agreed, put away the writing paper on the bookcase, and turned around and walked outside. What Xiao Yiran didn't expect was that Xiao Xing did not burn the poem according to her instructions, but hid it in a precious place. Even, the ones that Xiao Yiran ordered Qingwen and Musk Yue to burn in the past were secretly left by her.

In the blink of an eye, it's the New Year. This is the first New Year spent by the family in Yanshan Mansion, and the three of them are intimate and have a warm festival. Although there are no relatives here, after all, Xiao Guoliang is the head of a government, whether it is a subordinate in the prefect's yamen or the nine prefectures under the jurisdiction of Yanshan Mansion, they will come to pay New Year's greetings to Xiao Guoliang. Therefore, socializing is still inevitable. It's just that this kind of entertainment is just going through the motions. As long as there are no female dependents coming, there is no need for Xiao Yiran and his mother Sun to show up. Occasionally, a few female dependents come, if there are no girls of the same age, Xiao Yiran can not come forward.

After the New Year, spring arrived silently. It's just that spring in the north came exceptionally late. It wasn't until early March that the snow in the shade completely melted. In the sunny corner, I saw a little bit of green sporadically.

Since he wrote a letter to Lin Chen's address a year ago, Lin Chen's letters have been sent almost every half a month. Between the lines, I am full of longing for Xiao Yiran. Zhao Heng also wrote two letters after the first letter. and Princess Yinghui, who also replied with a letter.

In mid-March, he received Lin Chen's letter again, and Xiao Yiran couldn't wait to open it. Because she knew that this should have been written by Lin Chen after taking the township test. Although Xiao Yiran believed in Lin Chen's talent very much, after all, there was a lot of luck in scientific research. After a rough browsing, Xiao Yiran was relieved. Lin Chen was not surprised, and he showed off his talent in high school with the first place in the township examination.

A few days later, Zhao Heng's letter also arrived. saw Zhao Heng say in the letter that he also participated in this year's township examination, and he was also among the top in fame and fortune, and ranked fourth in the township examination in high school. After Xiao Yiran read it, he felt a little funny. What kind of fun are you going to have? There is a limit to the number of places admitted to a township examination, and Zhao Heng will inevitably squeeze out one in the examination. So, in the reply letter to Zhao Heng, Xiao Yiran was happy for a while, so he wrote four limericks and sent them away with the letter.

Who is the unprovoked end?

Holding a golden bowl in his hand and pretending to be poor.

I don't know the quota limit,

How can you bear to squeeze Sun Shanxin away?

In terms of poetry, Xiao Yiran has no talent, and he can barely appreciate it, if he wants to say that he writes it himself, it is only such a level.