"East Building, when will Lord Yan come back?" Peng Yue sat in his seat, chatted with Yan Shifan for a long time, drank two more cups of tea, and finally became a little impatient. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Lord Peng, I'm really embarrassed, my father just went to the palace today..."Yan Shifan also showed an anxious look on the side, "Lord Peng is busy in Japan, so I let you wait here for a long time, and I don't want to go..."

As the saying goes, don't stretch out your hand and don't hit a smiling person, Yan Shifan's attitude, Peng Yue is not easy to attack, and in terms of age, he is not older than Yan Shifan, Peng Yue has no choice but to suppress his emotions, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm very idle these days, as long as the East Building doesn't dislike it, it's still good to come here for a few cups of tea." ”

"Master Peng, where is this, I am really honored that you can come to the Hidden Mansion..."Yan Shifan saw that Peng Yue was not anxious, so he smiled and politely on the side again.

"I don't know why Lord Yan went to the palace?" Peng Yue was also embarrassed to ask Yan Song directly if he went to the palace to find Tao Zhongwen to talk about private talk, so he had to ask in a roundabout way.

"I don't know much about this, but my father brought some gifts when he entered the palace..."

"Oh, so that's the case..."Peng Yue replied with a smile, but thought about it in his heart, in fact, Yan Shifan's words were very ambiguous, bringing gifts into the palace, it was definitely not summoned by the emperor, was it really to ask Tao Zhongwen to do something? No, if you really ask Tao Zhongwen to do something, how can you enter the palace with a gift in a grand manner, you must go to Tao Zhongwen's private house, I was almost deceived by Yan Shifan, thinking of this, Peng Yue couldn't help but glance at Yan Shifan fiercely, but that kid was still drinking tea happily there, well, it's okay if he didn't let him see it.

"Master Peng, or you go to Mengyun... Go to my sister's study to see, she has always wanted to see you, since the last time we separated, she has been talking about you..."Yan Shifan seemed to try his best to make his words sound serious, but the expression on his face still "betrayed" him, so that Peng Yue didn't know whether what he said was true or false. But thinking about Yan Mengyun's temperament, how could she keep talking about a man? It seems that Yan Shifan is lying to himself again, he is really lying without blinking.

"Ahh I won't go, Miss Yan hasn't left the cabinet yet, and I'm a man to go over, it's really inconvenient..."Peng Yue really regretted that he had just said that he had nothing to do in the past few days, otherwise he would have really raised his ass and left, but thinking about it, he had been sitting here for a long time, it was really a waste of time. No, he can't ask anything from Yan Shifan, so it's very possible to probe from his sister, right? Looking at Yan Mengyun's scheming appearance, he can't deceive himself.

"What's this, it's just to go to her study, not to her boudoir, besides, it's not like Master Peng hasn't been alone with his sister..."Yan Shifan said this, knowing that he was speechless, so he changed his words, "In short, my sister really wants to see you..."

Peng Yue listened to Yan Shifan's words, and couldn't help but want to laugh a little, how could anyone "sell" his sister like this, but Peng Yue was also happy to push the boat down the river at this time, "Then it is better to be respectful than to obey your fate." ”

Yan Shifan was very good, after listening to Peng Yue's words, he hurriedly led himself to the door of Yan Mengyun's study, and then told himself that Yan Mengyun was inside, and then left like an uncle, he was really relieved.

"Miss Yan, hello..." Peng Yue pushed the door in and saluted, but saw Yan Mengyun sitting at the desk writing something.

"Ahh Peng... Lord Peng..."Yan Mengyun hurriedly stood up from his seat, looking at Peng Yue with some consternation, but even after he came to his senses, he walked up to Peng Yue and saluted, "The slave family has seen Lord Peng..."

Yes, Yan Mengyun was startled when he saw him, how could he really want to see himself, it seems that he was really deceived by Yan Shifan just now, Peng Yue thought of this, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

"Lord Peng today... How do you remember that the slave's study came? Yan Mengyun swept her sideburns with her fingers and asked with a blushing face.

"Uh... I'm a guest at Yanfu today, by the way... Well... By the way, let's take a look at Miss Yan..."Peng Yue stammered, but he really couldn't tell the truth, and told her that it was because he came to this mansion to wait for Yan Song's news, but Yan Song didn't wait, but was dragged here by your brother, how can he talk like this for a while.

"Oh, so that's the case..."Yan Mengyun nodded, with a smile in her eyes, "The slave family... Welcome to Master Peng. ”

"You're welcome..."Peng Yue smiled at Yan Mengyun, feeling that talking to Yan Mengyun was much more comfortable than staying with Yan Shifan just now.

"What was Miss Yan doing just now?" Peng Yue turned to the desk and glanced at the desk as he spoke.

"The slave family is idle and bored, and writes something nonsense by himself." Yan Mengyun followed Peng Yue's gaze and also looked at the table, although there was a piece of paper spread on it, it was still quite neat, and a heart was also put down, fortunately, he cleaned up diligently, otherwise he would be ugly again.

"I came to your mansion as a guest today, but I didn't see Lord Yan, and I don't know what Lord Yan is doing in the palace?" Peng Yue really didn't care about what Yan Mengyun was doing, he just asked casually, what he really cared about was what Yan Song was doing, seeing that Yan Mengyun seemed to be down-to-earth today, he didn't beat around the bush, and simply went straight to the topic.

"Huh? Daddy went out? Oh... The slave family doesn't know yet... Thank you, Mr. Peng, for informing me. Yan Mengyun smiled sweetly at Peng Yue.

"Huh?" Peng Yue was really speechless, she didn't even know that her father had gone out, what else could she expect to say from her? It seems that his wishful thinking has really failed, and Peng Yue can't help but smile bitterly when he thinks of this.

"What's the matter, Master Peng, are you upset about anything?" Yan Mengyun saw that Peng Yue's expression was a little weird, so he asked on the side.

"No, no, it's just that I wanted to see Lord Yan today but didn't get to, and I felt a little regretful in my heart..."Peng Yue replied perfunctorily.

"So that's the case..."Yan Mengyun frowned slightly, and sighed softly on the side, "It turns out that Master Peng is looking for Daddy, the slave family didn't lie to the adult, and the slave family really doesn't know that Daddy is out..."

"Huh?" Peng Yue listened to Yan Mengyun's words, and was shocked again, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart where she came from so much jumping thinking, but thinking about it carefully, she was still quite thoughtful, she only said that, she spied out her true intentions, it seems that there is no contradiction between scheming and cleverness.

"Why did Miss Yan say this?" Peng Yue pretended to smile lightly, "Of course I know that Miss Yan didn't lie to me... Miss Yan, in fact, I don't have anything to do with Lord Yan today, you don't have to explain, I can say a few words to the girl here, I already feel very satisfied..."

"Really?" Yan Mengyun showed a surprised expression, but there was a child-like innocence, she was not very old now, "Actually, the slave family didn't mean anything else just now, it's just... It's just that the contact between the slave family and my father has not been too much, and my mother takes care of me on weekdays, so what my father is busy with on weekdays, the slave family doesn't know very well..."

"So that's the case..."Peng Yue sighed softly on the side, no wonder Yan Mengyun is so weak, it seems that Yan Song and his wife still have a good way of disciplining their children, and they actually trained Yan Mengyun into such a knowledgeable lady, it seems that they have not been "poisoned" by Yan's father and son at all, but Yan Shifan should be regarded as a product of educational failure, but he is also extremely smart, he reads a lot, but his heart is a little bad...

"Actually, I'm not as good as a girl, it's hard for me to find someone to discipline me now..."Peng Yue sighed on the side, in fact, after he came to this world, he really became an orphan, although he is an adult, but how can he not crave family affection, he has long forgotten how many tears he left because he missed his parents, fortunately God gave him Ziling, but now he took her away jokingly, thinking of this, Peng Yue couldn't help but feel an inexplicable heartache.

"Huh?" Yan Mengyun looked at Peng Yue with some puzzlement, "Why did Master Peng say this?" ”

"I... I was an orphan, and since I was a child... Growing up with my insider..."

"I see... Adults forgive sins, the slave family shouldn't say much..."Yan Mengyun saw Peng Yue's unhappy expression, and couldn't help but regret his words, and at the same time, his brows also wrinkled, as if he was sentimental for Peng Yue's life experience.

"It's okay, it's okay..."Peng Yue barely squeezed out a smile, "This kind of thing... There's nothing to shy away from. ”

"In this way, Lord Peng and Mrs. Zun are childhood sweethearts, oh... It's really enviable..."Yan Mengyun seemed to remember something, and suddenly asked on the side.

"Huh? Yes, it's... It's a childhood sweetheart..."Peng Yue didn't expect Yan Mengyun to come up with such a sentence, "It's a pity that my inner man has passed away, and I'm now... I miss her very much..."Peng Yue said, his tone a little choked.

"I'm sorry, Master Peng, the slave family has reminded you of your sadness again..."Yan Mengyun whispered with her head lowered on the side, and her heart was also full of guilt. Originally, I wanted to change the topic and ease Peng Yue's emotions, but who knew that it was self-defeating, but it led to Peng Yue's more sad thing.

In fact, she had heard about Peng Yue's loss of his wife from her father before, but she didn't expect Peng Yue to have such deep feelings for his wife, she was surprised and admired in her heart, and at the same time there was a sour taste, "If I marry her in the future, will he love me like this?" It's just that as soon as this idea came up, he was scolded back by Yan Mengyun himself: "You haven't married someone yet, why do you think about this kind of thing all day long, it's really shameful..."

"It's okay, it's not you who hooked it up, it's just that I'm feeling sad in vain..."Peng Yue breathed a long sigh of relief and slowly looked out the window, "Sometimes I really wish it was a dream, when I woke up, I found that all this in front of me... It's all fake..."

"Master Peng doesn't have to be sentimental, life is like a dream, dreams are like life, sometimes it's like this..."Yan Mengyun saw that Peng Yue was sentimental, so he comforted him on the side.

"Really? Maybe what you said is right, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to keep doing this dream..."Peng Yue smiled a little helplessly, "It's a dream that should wake up for a long time, and I feel that the world is tasteless." It is not as dusty as the windowsill, deserted, and a sad place. I know him well, and with whom he has been bitter and happy..."

"Huh?" Yan Mengyun looked at Peng Yue with some surprise, "My lord, who made the words you just chanted?" ”

"What? Oh..."Peng Yue remembered that he was sentimental for a while, and he actually chanted out the words he liked Nalan Xingde, and secretly screamed in his heart, "This word was made by a friend of mine, it's nothing, it's just a little emotional for a while, and I hope Miss Yan won't be surprised..."

"No, no, the slave family doesn't mean that, the slave family is saying that this poem is very well written, no wonder the slave family hasn't heard of it, it turned out to be made by a friend of Lord Peng..."Yan Mengyun smiled at Peng Yue, "I don't know which friend of Lord Peng made it, even if you can make this poem, you must have heard of it." ”

"Ahh This person is not famous, the girl should not have heard of it..."Peng Yue didn't expect to cause such trouble by reciting a few words casually.

"So that's the case..."Yan Mengyun's eyes were a little gloomy, "Since it's inconvenient for Master Peng to tell you, then forget it..."

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's... This person is not good for fame and fortune, um..."

"Oh... This is not surprising, some people are quite talented, but they are not outwardly revealed, and the slave family understands..."Yan Mengyun listened to Peng Yue's explanation, and his expression eased slightly, "Master Peng, forgive the slave family for taking the liberty, can you transcribe this poem and show it to the slave family?" ”

"Huh?" Peng Yue is really a head or two at this time, he didn't expect Yan Mengyun to be so entangled, could it be that no one has taught you the virtue of shutting up after asking twice, if people still don't want to answer? I thought you knew how to count etiquette, why are you so childlike now? Of course, Peng Yue could only complain in his heart at this time, and he didn't dare to say these words to Yan Mengyun in person, after all, people have always been very polite to him.

But this time, before Peng Yue could speak, Yan Mengyun chattered first, "Master Peng, the slave family knows that it's not good to ask you like this, but the slave family likes these poems on weekdays, so I can't help myself for a while, so I can't help but ask you." If you are upset, the slave family is here to apologize to you. ”

"No need, I understand your mood..."Peng Yue couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart at this time, you said so politely, can I still refuse you? You Yan family members are really not easy to mess with, each has its own tricks...

"Lord Xie Peng understands, in fact, the slave family is just too much after good poetry, and there is no shameless idea of stealing other people's poems, alas, since there is no chance to see it, it is inconvenient to force it..."

"Yes, I have convinced you, you are so amazing..."Peng Yue sighed secretly in his heart, looking at Yan Mengyun's regretful and resentful eyes on the side, Peng Yue was also a little crying and laughing for a while, "Miss Yan, where is the pen and ink, let me transcribe that poem to you..."

"Master Peng, are you willing to transcribe it to the slave family?" Yan Mengyun smiled excitedly, "Thank you, Master Peng, the slave family, I will prepare pen and ink for you..."

After a while, Peng Yue wrote down the poem Nalan Xingde on paper: When is it a dream and hatred? Dripping empty steps, cold and rainy, funeral flowers. Three years of long soul dreams, is a dream that should wake up for a long time. The material also feels that the world is tasteless. It is not as dusty as the windowsill, deserted, and a sad place. The hairpin made a covenant and abandoned it. If there is a Pisces in Chongquan. I know him well, and he has been bitter and happy, and who is he relying on. I turned from midnight to side, and endured listening to the re-arrangement of Hunan strings. To be married, he will have a confidant. I'm afraid that the two of them will have a thin life, and if they are fated again, there will be no moon and zero wind. The tears are gone, and the paper is dusty.

Nalan Xingde's poem to mourn his deceased wife is indeed a good work, when Peng Yue transcribed it word by word, he couldn't help but think of Ziling again, the feelings of the past are vivid, and tears can't help but flow.

Originally, Yan Mengyun was very happy to see Peng Yue transcribing poems on the side, but looking at it, Peng Yue actually shed tears on the side, Yan Mengyun suddenly panicked, "Master Peng, the slave family is wrong, the slave family shouldn't... asked adults to transcribe poems, but I didn't expect it to cause adults to be sentimental. ”

"No, it's not your fault..."Peng Yue straightened up and wiped his tears, "It's me who was sentimental for a while, it's okay..."

"Lord Peng values love and righteousness, and the slave family admires it." Yan Mengyun's face was a little solemn when she spoke, and she couldn't tell what she felt in her heart for a while, maybe it was really more than admiration in her heart at this time.

"Miss Yan, this poem... You just take a look at it for yourself on weekdays, don't give it to outsiders..."Peng Yue came back from his sadness at this time, and did not forget to remind Yan Mengyun.

"The slave family remembers, the slave family will never show this poem to others..."Yan Mengyun said solemnly on the side, "But the slave family saw that this poem was written with deep affection and meaning, I'm afraid the author should have also experienced personal pain, right?" Yan Mengyun looked at Peng Yue as she spoke, and she was also saddened by what happened to him.

"Ahh In the following, the reason why I wrote this poem is very obvious, that is, I want to mourn my deceased wife, so I really don't want to show this poem to others, firstly, this is disrespectful to my deceased wife, and secondly, I am also afraid of affecting emotions and ending up sentimental, so this is also the reason why I have been reluctant to show it to Miss Yan, and I have only written this poem once, and I will burn it in front of the grave of my deceased wife, so I hope that Miss Yan can abide by the agreement between you and me, and never show this poem to others, and you will not mention anything about this poem..." When Peng Yue said this, he tried to make a sad expression, but he secretly rejoiced that his kung fu in telling lies was getting better and better.

"So that's the case..."Yan Mengyun looked at the poem on the table, but she couldn't be happy at all in her heart, "Since that's the case, it's better for the slave family to incinerate this poem now, otherwise it will be really disrespectful to Mrs. Zun." ”

"It's not necessary..."Peng Yue waved his hand, but he was overjoyed that his trick had worked, "As long as Miss Yan doesn't show this poem to others, then she will be grateful..."

"This is a must, the slave swears..."Yan Mengyun said, and with three fingers in the depths of the matter, he solemnly swore to the sky.

"Miss Yan doesn't have to be like this, I believe you..." Peng Yue saw Yan Mengyun like this, and his heart that was worried that the poems would spread was put down, but thinking about how he deceived others just now, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed in his heart.

"Well, thank you Master Peng for your trust..."Yan Mengyun replied with a red face, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at the poem on the table, although that poem is a mourning work for Peng Yue's deceased wife, but for himself, it seems to have a different meaning, after all, this poem has only been seen by himself and his deceased wife, thinking of this, Yan Mengyun's heart swelled with sweetness: This poem is really well written, but I will never show it to others.

Notes: 1. Nalan Xingde: a famous poet during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, and the son of the famous minister Nalan Mingzhu.