At noon on this day, Song Ting took scissors to cut some flower branches from the garden, including begonias, rhododendrons, magnolias, peach blossoms, etc., and was thinking that he had nothing to practice flower arrangement, but faintly heard a commotion at the door of the Song Mansion, and the courtyard that had been clean for a long time suddenly became lively.

Li Bo hurriedly came to report: "The little marquis of Mu Mansion is visiting!"

Hearing that the "little marquis" Mu Yunchuan arrived at the door, Song Ting didn't have time to clean up, so he came to the gate with the flower branches in his hands, looked at the movement outside the door, and couldn't help but be surprised.

A team composed of dozens of family members, surrounded by a brocade sedan chair with a purple cloud head and red curtains, and four black-clad guards, riding high-headed horses, opened the way at the front of the team.

The sedan chair stopped at the door of the Song Mansion, and out of the sedan chair came a beautiful man with a long figure, a bright demeanor, and bright sword eyebrows.

I saw that he was wearing a jade crown, a slim brocade robe, his whole figure looked chic and graceful, the corners of his lips seemed to be smiling rather than smiling, his eyebrows seemed to be happy rather than happy, and he was graceful.

Song Tingxin said, worthy of being called "the little marquis of the jade face".

Mu Yunchuan got off the sedan chair and saw Song Ting from a distance, but when he saw Song Ting, who was dressed in old cloth clothes, holding flower branches with both hands together, peach blossom petals still remaining on his face, and sweat didn't have time to wipe it, he was slightly stunned at first, and then couldn't help laughing heartily: "Chaozhong, what are you doing with these flowers?"

Song Ting also said loudly: "Little Marquis, I was about to practice flower arrangement, but I didn't expect you to come."

Mu Yunchuan said disdainfully: "Isn't that something that women practice?" What kind of flower arrangement do you practice as a reader! ”

Song Ting smiled and didn't explain, just said, "Little Marquis, please come to the house!"

Song Ting was still holding the flower branch and led Mu Yunchuan to the living room of the Welcome Building. The four black-clothed guards also followed behind Mu Yunchuan all the way after they got off their horses. The rest of the family waited outside the door.

Mu Yunchuan said as he walked: "Chaozhong, we haven't seen each other for some days. I wonder where you've been lately? By the way, I heard that you recently got married, why don't you invite me to a glass of wine? ”

As he spoke, he ordered someone to come in with a few pieces of silk, and another sandalwood carved brocade box contained fifty taels of silver.

Mu Yunchuan smiled and said, "I have prepared some light gifts to congratulate you on your new marriage, and please smile at you."

Song Ting smiled: "I don't dare to accept such a generous gift."

Mu Yunchuan waved his hand and said: "Brother Chaozhong doesn't have to be polite, with the friendship between you and me, what is this courtesy!" …… I heard that you went to Jingshi, I don't know if Ling Zheng is a person from Beijing? ”

Song Ting said with a smile: "Humble Jing is indeed a person from Beijing."

Mu Yunchuan said: "You also know that my ancestor General Mu Yu once followed Emperor Taizu to conquer the country, sealed the county marquis, and the fake festival, and the fief was originally in Gyeonggi all the way. Later, he moved south to the ...... of Yangzhou City"

Song Ting nodded and said, "Naturally, General Mu Yu doesn't know anyone......

But in my heart, I said that I knew a ghost.

Mu Yunchuan said again: "Chaozhong, you are married." I'm so happy for you. When you have a reputation in the future, how good it would be to be an official! You say, don't you? ”

"Yes, yes." Song Ting nodded absentmindedly, but his eyes were fixed on the steps under his feet, and he was careful to fall and knock the flower off.

As soon as she entered the house, Zhao Yuanzhen was wearing a cloth dress, curved shoes, and no hairpins on her head, and her cloud bun was loose, so she walked out from behind the screen. After seeing Song Ting, she stepped forward and said with a slight smile: "Xianggong, what are you doing with these flowers?"

Zhao Yuanzhen wanted to take over the flower branch held by Song Ting, but Li Bo rushed over and hurriedly took the flower branch away.

Zhao Yuanzhen held a blue silk scarf in her hand, with a slight reproach on her face, and carefully wiped off the peach blossom petals on her face for Song Ting, and while wiping it, she pretended to be coquettish: "Isn't it beautiful for flowers to grow on trees?" What do you have to cut out? ”

Song Ting just smiled and didn't answer, but he noticed that although Zhao Yuanzhen was dressed in cloth, he was really beautiful, and when he laughed, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Chaozhong, I didn't expect Ling Zheng to be so beautiful. You're blessed! Mu Yunchuan smiled with a smile.

"Little Marquis." Zhao Yuanzhen saluted, but lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and he didn't even look at Mu Yunchuan.

In terms of identity, Zhao Yuanzhen is a princess, so there is no need to salute the little marquis. It's just that Zhao Yuanzhen has told Song Ting many times that she can't be called a princess in the future, let alone a princess in front of outsiders. As for the reason, he refused to say it anyway. Therefore, this ceremony, Zhao Yuanzhen performed as an ordinary woman.

"Little Marquis, please take a seat." Song Ting deliberately avoided the topic to avoid embarrassment, so he shouted: "Snow goose, serve tea to the little marquis."

Xue Yan stood aside and waited for tea, but as for Xiaoman, Youjian, and Qingzhu, they did not show up at this time. This is also in line with Song Ting's intentions.

The two sat down to drink tea, and Zhao Yuanzhen also took the opportunity to quietly go back to the room, her appearance was just to save some face for Song Ting. Now that the mission was complete, she didn't feel the need to stay.

Song Ting and Mu Yunchuan chatted while drinking tea, Song Ting naturally knew the truth that "when you meet people, you can only say three points, and you can't leave a piece of your heart", although she inherited Mu Yunchuan's love, but she didn't dare to be too sincere, and talked to him about everything.

Mu Yunchuan is not a bad person, although he is a little sloppy, but he doesn't seem to have any evil intentions, although like almost all ancient men, he likes to talk about fame and women, but he talks about it quite well, so Song Ting's impression of him is not bad, and he thinks that he is still a person who can be interacted with.

Chatting and chatting, the atmosphere is a little strange.

Mu Yunchuan suddenly smiled and asked, "Chaozhong, do you remember that ...... Yingying? ”

Song Ting was shocked and suspicious: "Yingying? Which Yingying? ”

Mu Yunchuan stood up, lowered his voice, and squeezed his eyes: "It's your dream lover who can't sleep and thinks about it day and night, the top brand of Yunxiang Courtyard!" How? You don't remember? ”

Hearing this, Song Ting understood that he must be the crush of "Song Xiucai"!

So, pretending to be a memory: "Oh! You're talking about her, I remember her...... But you have also seen it, little marquis, I already have a family, and I don't plan to look for flowers and willows anymore. I don't need to mention the past, it's really embarrassing for me. ”

Listening to Song Ting's words, Mu Yunchuan couldn't help laughing: "Sure enough, it's not seen for a day, like every three autumns!" I didn't expect you to have changed so much in just one year! It's really impressive! Admire! Admire! ”

After chatting for a while, Mu Yunchuan got up and planned to leave: "Chaozhong, tomorrow I will hold a banquet in the mansion, and I will invite some literati and scholars, and when the time comes, you must come!"

Song Ting thought for a moment and replied, "I'm going to hoe the garden tomorrow."

"Whoa!" Mu Yunchuan pretended to be angry, "What are you doing with hoeing grass and leaving it to your subordinates!" You're a scholar, and you're talking about those things all day long, like what? It's flower arrangement, weeding, it's like a gentleman's job! ”

"Scholars should do what scholars should do, Chaozhong, remember to come tomorrow!" Mu Yunchuan put down this sentence and hurriedly left the Song Mansion with his family and guards.

After Mu Yunchuan left, Li Bo came over to ask Song Ting about how to dispose of the gifts, and Song Ting sighed helplessly: "Take it!"

The gift of the rich second generation is not accepted in vain.

…

In the afternoon, the weather suddenly turned hazy, and there were dark clouds in the sky, as if it was going to rain.

In the middle of the hall, there are two figures, one arranging flowers and the other watching.

"The flower language of the begonia is longing for love and sorrow, the flower language of the azalea is prosperity, optimism and prosperity, and this magnolia, the flower language is the ...... of repaying gratitude" Song Ting turned around and calmly picked up a white magnolia and inserted it into the blue and white porcelain vase, and suddenly a fragrant fragrance came to his nose, so he couldn't help but approach the petals and sniff.

Zhao Yuanzhen, who had already changed into a purple and cyan peony flower narrow-sleeved short coat, was covered with a dark black and red printed gown, was wearing a blue and white skirt, and had a golden step on his head, and his whole temperament had added a bit of charm and maturity Zhao Yuanzhen felt that he was idle, so he came to see Song Ting's flower arrangement.

She stood aside and looked at Song Ting, without saying a word, occasionally picking up one or two flowers, sniffing them, and then putting them down again, just listening to Song Ting alone, but not expressing any opinions.

"So, what is the flower language of this peach blossom?" Seeing Song Ting pause suddenly, he casually picked up a peach blossom and asked casually.

Song Ting took the peach blossom with his hand, trimmed it with scissors, and inserted a vase with the cuckoo, before he smiled faintly and said: "The flower language of this peach blossom...... The flower language of this peach blossom is more interesting. ”

Zhao Yuanzhen smiled in her eyes, and couldn't wait to ask: "What is the flower language of peach blossoms?"

Song Ting smiled and said, "Captive of love."

A trace of doubt flashed on Zhao Yuanzhen's pretty face: "Love...... What is love? ”

"Male-female love."

Song Ting lightly spit out these four words, and after planting the last flower, he threw away the scissors, picked up his shirt and wiped his hands, and exhaled: "It's done!"

Zhao Yuanzhen's eyes were thoughtful, and he stood in a daze for a while before admiring Song Ting's works.

The purple and red azaleas wrap the pink and bright peach blossoms, layer upon layer, the flower color is deep and light red and white, the flowers are high and low but rich in just the right sense of layering, the outermost layer is decorated with green leaves, and the whole vase of flowers is full of vitality and green! It's wonderful!

Zhao Yuanzhen looked a little demented, and said after a while: "I didn't expect Xianggong to have such ability...... This way of flower arrangement is so fun! ”

Looking at Zhao Yuanzhen's stupid appearance, Song Ting smiled and asked, "Do you like it?" If you like it, I'll give it to you! ”

Zhao Yuanzhen said with a smile: "Thank you."

The lotus leaves of the pond grow tender green, and some of them have already formed buds, and after a short time, these buds will turn into lively and lovely lotus flowers, so please pick them and insert them in a vase.

Zhao Yuanzhen held the vase in her hand, the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were full of joy, walking through the corridor and looking at the pond, her steps seemed brisk.

"Princess!" The snow goose happened to bump into Zhao Yuanzhen with her head down admiring the way the flowers didn't look at the road at all, so she saluted from a distance.

"Snow Goose, you came just in time, help bring my vase of flowers to my room, remember to take care of it!" Zhao Yuanzhen handed the vase to the snow goose and instructed carefully.

"Got it, princess." Snow Goose took the order and left.

Zhao Yuanzhen's beautiful eyes looked out of the corridor, at this time the rain was falling, the sound of the rain was ticking, hitting the lotus leaves, and there was a splash.