Xie Jinci couldn't hear the movement behind.

I only knew that after less than half a cup of tea, Shen Tingyi said "good poems" three times, and seemed to be in a very good mood, and when he left, he also told Shen Changfeng to go to the banquet together tomorrow.

Xie Jinci thought about it for a while, and quickly understood his intentions.

The third prince not only wants to steal the poems written by the little brother to shine at the plum banquet, but also let the little brother go to him as a foil!

He is clearly humiliating his little brother!

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, so she put the chicken soup in the sea bowl and hurried to the bedroom.

The fan was open, and the warmth in the room was almost gone.

An elegant-looking young man sat crookedly in front of the bookcase with his clothes open, holding a piece of rice paper in his hand, and casually scanning the ink on it.

Afraid that he would suffer from the cold, Xie Jinci hurriedly closed the door, came to the desk with chicken soup, frowned, and said, "Little brother, are you really going to Meiyan tomorrow?" ”

Shen Changfeng bent his peach blossom eyes, "I didn't expect my sister to have the habit of listening to the corner." ”

He took a sip of the soup, put the rice paper in his hand flat on the bookcase, and kept his eyes off, "It's delicious, but the taste is lighter." ”

"Little brother!"

Xie Jinci is about to die in a hurry, and this guy still has the leisure to comment on her stewed chicken soup!

Shen Changfeng chuckled, picked up the fly's head brush, and sketched on the paper very casually.

Xie Jinci couldn't help but look over with his movements.

A little plum blossom blooms on the branches, lonely and cold, wild and vibrant.

She didn't look closely at the poems mentioned on the rice paper, but only silently concluded in her heart: poetry is not as good as painting.

The poem was written for the third son, no matter how well it was written, it was not as good as the plum blossoms drawn by the little brother with a few strokes!

Shen Changfeng looked at her little eyes that seemed to be angry and proud, stretched out his hand to circle her in front of him, hooked his lips and said, "Zhao's Mansion's Meiyan, do you want to go and see it?" ”

Zhizhou Zhao Mansion, Zhao Jinxuan.

A beautiful girl's eyebrows and eyes appeared with an indifferent look in her mind.

Xie Jin sneered, "If you want to appreciate the plum, Ling Hengyuan has it......"

"Tsk, should I say that my sister is short-sighted, or is she lonely?"

The young man took the little girl's hand and led her to paint together, "Today's Zhao family's mansion was a palace in the previous dynasty." Legend has it that the prince loved plum blossoms alone, and specially opened up a garden in the house, and ordered people to find rare varieties from all over the world and plant them in the garden.

"A hundred years of life, a snap of a finger to ashes, Lin'an City has long ceased to be the appearance of the previous dynasty, only the plum garden, has never changed. People who love plums grow plums, and the effort they expend, I don't need to say much.

"So, if my sister still doesn't want to go, then ......"

"Go, I'll go!"

Xie Jinci listened to his description, as if he had seen the magnificent scenery of the century-old plum garden, and couldn't help but yearn for it, even if he changed his mind.

While looking forward to it, she didn't forget to remind in a whisper: "Little brother, the third prince invited you to the plum banquet, most of them were not well-intentioned, you must be more vigilant!" ”

"Hehe, in this world, how can there be a free lunch?"

Shen Changfeng pillowed on the little girl's soft neck, with a deep smile in his peach blossom eyes.

Xie Jinci was stunned, "Little brother means...... Moved in the poem? ”

She hurriedly looked at the ink characters on the rice paper, word by word, all of them were Yinmei, and the words were elegant and lush.

She pondered it repeatedly, but she couldn't figure out why.

The little girl was secretly annoyed by her shallow knowledge, and humbly asked for advice: "Little brother, what mystery are you hiding in the poem?" Why can't I see it at all? ”

The young man sighed half-loudly, "Heavenly opportunity, don't leak it." ”

At night, it's quiet.

There were three soft sounds from the carved fan, and a figure passed by, like a leaf falling on the surface of the lake, rippling imperceptibly rippling.

Xie Jinci was dreaming of visiting the plum garden, and he couldn't hear this insignificant sound.

On the stepping bed across the screen, Shen Changfeng listened very clearly.

The sound of knocking on the window, one heavy and two light, you don't have to think about it to know who it is.

He got up in the darkness, took the big coat and draped it over his shoulders, and walked out unhurriedly.

Under the eaves of the corridor stood a young man, covered with a dark blue embroidered feather crane outside his moon-white coat, obviously frozen to death, but stubbornly holding a smoking gun in his hand, trembling lips and swallowing clouds.

When he saw Shen Changfeng coming out, he hurriedly greeted him, but before he could say a word, he was stopped by the latter's eyes.

It wasn't until the door was gently closed that he remembered that there was a little girl in the house, so he lowered his voice and said, "Changfeng, let's go to the study building." ”

The wooden building is old, and the two teenagers sit opposite each other, and the lights are bright above the desks.

Shen Changfeng glanced at the other party's mud-stained middle coat, and said in a good time: "You came in over the wall?" ”

"Aren't you talking nonsense? In the middle of the night, if I don't climb over the wall, can I still pass through the wall? ”

Fu Tinghan leaned on the back of the chair, took two large puffs of cigarette in a row, and his face suddenly became heavy.

After a while, he whispered: "Changfeng, Elder Yue came to Yingyunxuan just now, he said...... He's leaving. ”

Shen Changfeng was not surprised, his peach blossom eyes narrowed, and he said lightly: "The world is so big, he should have soared freely, he was born unrestrained, but he has been trapped by a corner of Jiangnan for ten years, and now, it's time to leave." ”

"But Changfeng, I'm a little reluctant to ...... him"

Fu Tinghan's eyes flickered, and he turned his face awkwardly, "Actually, it's not that I'm reluctant, it's just that he can go, and he doesn't have to ask me to go to the rarest jade in the store." This dead old man! Very shrewd! ”

Shen Changfeng chuckled, "You're in a hurry to find me, not just to complain about this, right?" ”

"Oh, yes!"

Fu Tinghan was reminded by him like this, and immediately turned positive, "Elder Yue also said that he will leave tomorrow after appreciating the plum." Changfeng, he doesn't plan to say goodbye to you! He has always been uncertain, only he takes the initiative to find someone else's share, otherwise, even the king of heaven will not want to see him. There are so many plum blossoms in Lin'an, who knows where he will go? ”

After listening to his words, Shen Changfeng pointed to the table, his eyes were as dark as an abyss, "The words have been brought, you can go back." You also gave a farewell gift, which should be no regret. ”

Although Fu Tinghan felt sorry for the jade sent out, he was more worried about the young man in front of him at this time.

He propped his elbows on the edge of the table and frowned, "Changfeng, you really don't plan to see him?" ”

"As you said, Lin'an is full of plum blossoms, how can I find him?"

A young man with a beautiful appearance, his voice is warm, but the curvature of his lips is extremely determined.

Tomorrow at the feast, he will surely see the man.

Fu Tinghan had a headache, took a puff of his cigarette, got up and said, "Okay, just because I've already seen it for you." Yue Lao, that bastard, I'm afraid I just went to see me in order to fool me into taking away my jade! If I touch him again in the future, he will definitely bleed! ”

The young man scolded and left, and Shen Changfeng was left alone in the ink-filled study building.

He frowned and sat silently.

The candle flame stretched his shadow long, tall and cold.

After a long time, he walked up to the tall Bogu shelf and took out a book from the upper level.

The book is "Wubei Zhi", and the cover is covered with thin dust.

He patiently wiped it with his fingertips, and his meticulous and cherished posture was exactly the same as the feelings in his heart.

The next day, Xie Jinci got up early, but Shen Changfeng was nowhere to be seen in the house.

She didn't think much about it, cleaned up the bed for the two, and happily went to the backyard to feed Dabai.

Today, I want to go to Zhao's Mansion to enjoy the plum blossoms, and I feel excited when I think about it.

An elegant young man, dressed in a frost-white coat and embroidered with a silver crane and a large orchid, walked leisurely and stepped on the wooden bridge.

Xie Jinci was surprised: "Little brother, did you go to the library?" I don't see you on weekdays......"

Shen Changfeng stood at the head of the bridge and yawned lazily, "I'm hungry and want to eat Yangchun noodles." ”

"Okay, okay, when I finish feeding Dabai, I'll do it right away!"

Xie Jinci squatted in front of the bamboo cage, tore the fresh vegetable leaves one by one, and put them into the big white bowl.

Where did Da Bai dare to eat, his little black eyes glanced down at the young man, drooped his neck, and rubbed the little girl's hand in fear.

Shen Changfeng raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "If my sister is not happy, maybe I will change my mind and eat foie gras." ”

Da Bai called twice in a low voice, and shrank to the corner of the bamboo cage like a quail.

"Little brother, Da Bai was raised by me to take care of the family's nursing home, and you are not allowed to fight it!"

Xie Jinci stroked Da Bai's feathers, pushed the bowl intimately, and comforted him softly: "Da Bai, don't be afraid, with me, no one is allowed to eat you!" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, someone grabbed the back collar.

Shen Changfeng carried her to the small kitchen, "My sister talks to herself to a goose all day long, if outsiders see it, they still think that I have treated you badly, and you will be stunned." ”

"Little brother is talking nonsense again!"

Xie Jin's tone was not angry, but the corners of his mouth were high.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, she cooked noodles on a fire, and from time to time glanced at the boy sitting on the bench eating melon seeds.

Seeing that he was thinly dressed, the little girl couldn't help but persuade: "Little brother, Yangchun noodles will have to wait for a while, you go to the house to change your clothes first." ”

The young man moved slowly, staring blankly at one place, not responding to her words, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xie Jinci looked at him strangely, and was about to repeat the words again, but saw the young man suddenly get up, "The melon seeds are not bad, buy more next time." ”

The little girl tilted her head and watched him away in ignorance.

The boy walked on the gravel path, his posture was leisurely, no different from usual.

But she always felt that the back looked a little heavy.

Doubts flashed in my heart, and I was quickly dispelled by the joy of the upcoming plum banquet.

After serving Uncle Shen for breakfast, the master and servant came to the side door, and there were already two carriages waiting outside.

One is magnificent, one is simple.

The distinction between the descendants and the concubines is more prominent.

Xie Jinci just wanted to ask, did they come early, but when he saw the heavy car curtain being lifted, Shen Tingyi poked out half of his face and reprimanded: "It's just too late, why don't you get in the car soon?" ”

Shen Changfeng bent over, "Let the third brother wait for a long time." ”

The carriage drove out of Chang'an Lane one after the other, and Xie Jinci, who was sitting in the corner, frowned, obviously there was a problem and he didn't figure it out.

The little brother obviously came a quarter of an hour earlier than the agreed time, but the third son came too early, why should he blame the little brother for coming late?

Shen Changfeng leaned on the soft couch and closed his eyes to recuperate, and when he opened his eyes slightly, he saw that the little girl was full of resentment, and her black deer eyes were staring straight ahead, which was very cute.

How could he not know about her little thoughts?

The reason why Shen Tingyi is so diligent is naturally because he is worried about Miss Zhao, but this kind of thing is too lazy for him to explain to the little girl.

With his long arms stretched out, he easily took the little girl into his arms, and the young man's voice was as warm as wine: "I am the one who is being questioned, what is the grievance of Xiao Zier?" ”

Xie Jinci snorted and didn't say anything.

Shen Changfeng smiled and said to himself: "Legend has it that the plum garden, ten steps and one pavilion, each planted variety is very particular......"

Xie Jinci's eyes suddenly lit up, and he listened to him seriously.

Shen Changfeng was talking nonsense, and at the same time sighed in his heart, his little words were really coaxing.