Chapter 32: Reminiscence

The little servant ran downstairs and greeted Qingyuan: "Son, please, our master is already waiting in the house!" The little guy lowered his head and respectfully pushed the door open, and when Qingyuan stepped in, he closed the door lightly and left.

Qingyuan stood still in the room and looked around, although this room was stored in Lanyuezhai, it was different from the luxurious style of Lanyuezhai, but everywhere revealed the atmosphere of books, just like his master Shenghua.

Thinking about it, I haven't seen Shenghua for more than ten years, at that time in the palace, when they took classes together, he had the best grades, and he was favored by Taifu at a young age, and he was faster than their group of princes when he practiced calligraphy and endorsement, as if he was born to be a piece of reading material!

Who would have thought that the gentle and elegant Shenghua would give up the imperial examination and choose to open such a restaurant in this bustling city, at first his father sent someone to send him a letter, he still didn't believe that a person like Shenghua would fall into the world, deal with money and drinkers, and become a businessman full of copper smell.

Looking at the furnishings and decorations in the house today, Qingyuan couldn't help but feel funny, only he can make the room like this: push the door in and enter the eyes is the bookshelf, next to three walls, divided into countless small grids, it can be seen that he is meticulous to classify the books, bypassing the screen of splashing ink landscapes, in front of him is a triangular sandalwood carved table, half of the table is placed with inkstones and pen stands, the other half is stacked with a thick stack of ledgers, there is a wide-mouth phoenix bottle under the corner of the table, and a scroll of paintings almost fills the mouth of the bottle, And the person he wanted to see was standing in front of the window not far from the table, turning his back and not knowing what he was looking at.

"Shenghua, I haven't seen you for many years, you're still like this!" Qingyuan raised his hand and flipped through the account book, put it aside, and found a seat to sit down.

Shenghua turned around, his white jade-like fingers pinched the fan bone, and the folding fan opened, "Do you remember where the word 'Yanqu' came from?" ”

Qingyuan said with a smile: "Tianqu even gets it from words, and ancient fragrance is often born in silence." You still have this folding fan, I thought you would have changed it for the better! ”

The slightly unfamiliar brushstrokes on the fan surface are written with the word "Yan Fun", which was written when they practiced calligraphy together.

"Some things can be exchanged, some things can't be changed, do you know, I'm now the owner of this moon fast, what can be changed, what can't be changed?"

Shenghua hooked the corners of his lips, his wrist stirred the folding fan for a while, and with the rest of his hand, he added charcoal to the stove on the table: "I remember, the clouds and mist of Hua Yunding are the holy products in the tea, why don't you bring me some back!" ”

Qingyuan shook his head and smiled, "This time I went back to Beijing, I almost lost my life on the road, how can I still have time to bring you tea, besides, you are now sitting in Lanyuezhai, the first restaurant in Beijing, presumably my father has given you good tea, right?" And I still care about this! ”

"Almost lost your life?" When Shenghua heard this, the folding fan "snapped" and looked at him in shock: "Who is so bold and dares to risk the emperor's heavenly authority to move you?" ”

"I guess it should be some people in the palace, seeing that my father summoned me back to Beijing to accompany him to participate in the ceremony of worshipping the sky, I had to take action."

Shenghua knocked on the fan bone in his palm disapprovingly: "The matter of sacrificing to the sky has indeed been almost arranged, but you accompanied the emperor to participate in the matter of sacrificing to the sky, except for the emperor himself, only me and the national teacher know, the princes have been in peace and self-defense over the years, and they must not have the courage to find someone to assassinate you under surveillance, but the dispute between the concubines has never stopped, you have not been in these years, and there are three more imperial brothers and one imperial sister!" If it is really said that someone is plotting, I am afraid that it is inseparable from the palace. ”

After Concubine Ning died, the emperor's love was out of control, and he stayed in the palace of Concubine Ning for a few days, and when he came out again, he was depressed and depressed, and everyone thought that the emperor had no love for the concubines since then, but they didn't want the women in the palace to be not only less but more, and the original three-year draft became an annual election, and the show girls from all over the country lived in almost all the first-class inns in the capital, not to mention the full Cheng dù of the inner palace after entering the palace.

When he occasionally entered the palace to face the saint, he occasionally saw several newly elected concubines in the palace, and there were some subtleties in their appearance similar to the deceased Concubine Ning, so he knew that the emperor was still obsessed with Concubine Ning, so he would blindly search for women similar to her to enter the palace to accompany her.

"Recently, there has been a turmoil in the palace, the emperor's dragon is not in good health, and the attendant is a woman who has been in the palace for less than a year, since you said that someone is secretly harming you, I think you should be interested in knowing about this woman!" Shenghua got up and rummaged through the scrolls in the corner of the table, and after a while, he took out a scroll of scrolls, handed it to Qingyuan, and as his hand slowly opened the scrolls, he also opened his mouth to explain: "I don't know the origin of this woman, her name is Shen Rou・・・・・・"

"Mother!" Qingyuan interrupted Shenghua's words with an exclamation, he looked at the scroll in disbelief, his hands couldn't help trembling, the smile in the scroll, the woman who looked forward to life was exactly the same as his mother's concubine, so beautiful that it was incomprehensible, but the word "Shen Rou" was written at the foot of the scroll.

"You can also see it, she and Concubine Ning look almost identical, the emperor has never entered the palace of other concubines since she entered the palace, and he is with her every day, even now that the dragon is sick, he also appointed her to accompany her, among them, there must be something strange!"

"You're saying she might have something to do with my assassination?" Qingyuan closed the scroll and raised his eyes and asked.

If this is the case, just because she has a face similar to that of his mother, he doesn't know what he can't do, as long as he thinks about the scene of reaching this woman's throat with a sword, he has the illusion of killing his mother with his own hands.

Shenghua understood his thoughts, took the painting scroll and stuffed it back into the bottle, and explained: "I'm just guessing, you don't have to be in such a hurry to make a conclusion, besides, even if it is, it won't be your turn to kill her!" ”

The water on the stove was boiling, Shenghua scalded two tea cups with water, lifted the lid of the purple clay pot on the side, took some tea leaves and put them in, "This is a new cloud this year, although it is not as rich as your master's place, the taste is delicious and fragrant, but it also took me a lot of effort to find it!" After pouring some hot water into the pot and closing the lid, Shenghua took the handkerchief and wiped his hands, "Wait a while, let the tea moisten and polish, and you will be able to drink it soon!" ”

Qingyuan was silent, Shenghua bent down to look at him, and suddenly stretched out his elbow and poked him: "Hey, I said Ah Yuan, you will show me a face when you come back, isn't it just a woman with a similar appearance, she hasn't set off any waves, you will become a stuffy gourd first!" ”

Raising his hand to take over Shenghua's surprise attack, Qingyuan sighed: "What I think about is not exactly what you said about Shen Rou, there is another woman!" ”

"Another woman?" Shenghua repeated it and laughed suddenly, he shouldn't have a sweetheart, right?