But why did Rong Jinhuan do this? Because she listened to their conversation? She is just an ordinary woman, wouldn't it be more simple to kill her, why recruit her into the palace as a concubine?!

She reached out in frustration, and the second layer of locks was gone, and the third layer was easily opened.

Inside is a small section of air-dried flower branches.

A few pink and white flowers are clustered on the branches, the petals are light pink, and when they are dry, they shrink slightly inward, wrapped in pale golden stamens, and their hands tremble like tulle when they touch them.

Ruoyun's hand trembled violently, and she slowly approached the flower branches, and a faint fragrance drifted into her nose.

She only felt a "buzz" in her head, and then there was a sharp pain in the back of her head, as if someone was pulling her hair and knocking her down, and her body shook and fell to the ground with severe pain.

In a trance, something overlapped with his vision, and there was no longer a curtain hanging down in front of him, nor a smoky incense burner, but a wide street and a crowded crowd.

Ruoyun felt that she had become a little shorter, the Luo skirt on her body had become a light short undergarment, and her steps were so cheerful and powerful—this was the Qiqiao Festival, and she was fourteen years old.

Since she was a child, her father has disciplined her very strictly, and she rarely goes out with her master to read, write, and learn the piano on weekdays. Dad allowed her daughter to play on the street for a while, but there were people on the street, and she got lost with Xiaohong.

Soon, she was attracted by the commotion on the street, left behind the anxiety of getting lost, and unconsciously followed the flow of people far away. As it got dark, and the crowds were coming, she temporarily retreated to the corner to take shelter, but she turned her head and saw what the girls were doing around.

She had the audacity to come forward to look. I saw a group of beautifully dressed girls of the same age as themselves gathering and throwing something. After inquiry, it turned out that they were throwing their own bracelets. It is said that whoever throws the highest will be able to hit the roof so that the magpie can build a bridge

No one else knew her, she didn't know anyone else, no one called her Miss, no one harshly asked her to write, the girls who talked to her all giggled, and they were naturally generous when they talked to her.

She felt happy and novel. Although he didn't braided a bracelet, he was itchy and untied the red rope tied to his wrist with beads. Throw yourself into the roof like others.

But she had very little strength, and after trying a few times, the red rope only fell to the eaves.

The girls around laughed, she was at a loss, and watched a tall and strong girl raise her hand. The red rope in the girl's hand made a high arc. It just fell to the roof.

The crowd erupted in cheers, and slowly more girls succeeded, while she was still busy picking up her own.

The night dew was deep, the sky was drizzling, and the crowd was gradually dispersed, and the girls said that they would go back to the moon to pray for ingenuity.

She was still clutching the red rope and staring at the roof.

If you don't go back, your father will scold. In a hurry, she planned to try the last time, and threw it with all her might. The red rope headed towards the roof with her delightful gaze, but rolled a few times and fell.

Her smile stopped abruptly, and she saw it hit the ground.

The red rope rolled down, and a gust of wind raged, and the red rope went in the wrong direction towards the other end of the eaves.

She hurried to pick it up, only to see the red rope fall on the heads of passers-by.

She was frightened and rushed over to apologize.

The man was wrapped in a cloak of silk, dressed in a silver-white shirt, with a translucent jade flute pinned to his waist, and his figure was long and clear, and he reached out to catch the fallen red rope, the cloak slipped off, and his long hair fell loosely, and he turned his head to find her standing a few steps away staring at him.

His eyebrows were picturesque, his smile was indifferent, and he handed over the rope and said it was you.

She took it in a daze and looked at him several times before she dared to ask him if he was the Cheng prince she saw in the garden that year.

He smiled and didn't answer, only said that she hadn't seen her for many years, and she had gone from an immature child to a girl to be married.

She was amazed that his face had not changed, and that he was as beautiful as she had seen it at first sight, and that he still remembered him.

He didn't answer right away, and walked slowly down the street.

She followed him in small steps, one after the other, and listened to him softly say that it was only because she was so bold and teased him when she first met, and she was innocent and smiling like a flower, which was really impressive.

She blushed and argued that she was young and that she didn't mean it.

They talked and walked all the way to the back mountain of the capital, and when they were tired, they sat down on the stones, overlooking the lights of the capital, and the rows of lanterns set off by the Qiqiao Festival, the crowded Chang'an Street was full of skirts of various colors, the rain had already stopped, the half-moon hid in the clouds, the Milky Way at the zenith was very bright, and the stars seemed to fall into the world.

As soon as she opened the chatterbox, she suddenly felt very relaxed, chattering about interesting things when she was a child, and from time to time talking about the imminent end of the day, her father was very strict with her, and arranged for the master to urge her to learn this and that every day, so that she had no time to play and not be very distressed.

He saw that she was bored, and talked about his own business for the first time.

He said that he came from a far, far away place, and was surrounded by capable people since birth, but no one was close to him. He reads eulogies, delves into knowledge, and studies magic every day, and has never had such a time of indulgence and joy as her. After the death of his mother, who raised him, he grew in knowledge and talent, and the people around him treated him more and more respectfully, both from outsiders and from his brothers. She was the only one who dared to pull his hair boldly at that time, and dared to touch his face without fear of death.

He looked at her with a smile, his eyes not as deep as before, but bright as stars.

She stuck out her tongue and shrunk her neck as she listened, eager to find a hole in the ground to burrow.

Later, she pestered him to blow the jade flute, and the sound of the flute was sometimes clear and tactful, sometimes like cooking smoke, and the melody was melodious and strange, not like the songs taught to her by the master.

She listened drunk, admired his excellent skills, and quietly remembered his slightly closed, quiet and indifferent face.

But he looked lonely and said that life passed like a falling flower.

She only admired him for no reason, completely ignorant of what he meant, her mouth refused to admit defeat, and said that the falling flowers were also favored by butterflies, and people like him were blessed by the gods.

When he heard this, he was astonished, and immediately smiled and hooked her mind.

She opened her mouth speechless, and heard him say that if she was free, she could come to the back mountain to look at the capital and look at the starry sky.

She hurriedly agreed, looking at his lonely face and the gaze that crossed everything and looked into nothingness, she couldn't tell whether it was Cheng Wang Ye in the garden or if she had made the wrong person.

It was midnight when she returned home, Xiaohong was punished, her father was angry, and her father asked her where she went, but she didn't answer, only saying that she forgot the time when she was playing.

She was forced to copy the "Female Ring" a hundred times to offset her great mistake, but nevertheless, she was still happy, happy to meet Lu again.

It's just that she is strictly guarded, and the girls who serve her every day and watch her take shifts, and she always remembers that she has gone, but she can't get out.

It wasn't until half a month later that her father entered the palace, she asked Xiaohong to pretend to be a young lady to study, pretended to be a girl, and slipped out of the house while the people were unprepared and mixed in with the people who went out to buy goods.

She relied on her memory to find the back mountain but did not see him, only the pavilion was blown by the wind, a banana leaf qin was placed in the center, and there was an incense burner carved with auspicious birds on the piano table, and wisps of green smoke were wound out from the hollow pattern cover.

She looked around at no one, plucked a few strings, and suddenly felt that the tone was bright and clear.

She sat down in joy, and played intermittently as she thought about the tune he had played earlier.

The piano master always said that her understanding was not high, and the simplest songs were played very stiffly, and she was miserable every time she practiced the piano, hoping that the piano master could occasionally catch the wind and cold and miss her lessons.

But now she regrets it very much, just because of her poor piano skills, she wants to restore his music of the day but can't, the more she plays, the more anxious she becomes, and after a while, the corners of her forehead are sweating, but the sound of the piano is still not very coherent.

Suddenly, a slender jade hand came from behind her, and the slightly cool fingers covered her green white hand, gently straightened her hard fingers, and slowly pushed forward, and the sound of the piano was much clearer in an instant.

She turned her head, but saw that he didn't know when he came, with one hand behind her back, and the other hand corrected her plucking posture, and her white and soft face was only a few inches from the tip of her nose, which made her stunned for a moment.

He looked back at her, and his smile could rise like a spring breeze, dispelling the anxiety in her heart.

He said that she is not without talent, just because Tianyi's current piano plucking method is all force, in order to vibrate Shang Yu, if you can relax the knuckles, gently push and hook, even if the song is extremely fast, it can sound brilliant.

She had already thrown her piano skills out of the sky, only to listen to him in a daze, guessing that he came quietly, and stood behind her for I don't know how long, and suddenly felt extremely ashamed, so she hurriedly got up and stood on the side, and let him demonstrate.

He looked at her with a slightly surprised expression, and when he saw her embarrassed state, he immediately turned on, tuned and plucked the strings, and after three or two sounds, he controlled the seven strings and played them smoothly.

She was amazed and pestered him to ask for a score.

His face changed slightly, saying that this score cannot be passed on, and if you want to learn it, you can only listen to it and learn it now, and every time you pop it up, you must not be in a hurry, you must be calm.

She nodded in confusion and stammered to ask when he would come.

He smiled and said that not long after he came, he sighed when he saw her playing the piano, so he taught one or two without authorization.

She lowered her head and bit her lip to look at the tip of her shoe, and said that her father said that she liked to read some irrelevant books, and she was greedy for fun, and she was not good at learning, and the teaching master had changed two, and she always told her who was how good the young lady was, and if she continued like this, she was afraid that there would be no suitable prince to marry her.

She twitched her fingers, annoyed, and listened to him silently, and then looked up to meet his watery eyes.

His eyes moved slightly, the smile on his lips faded, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with a smile, "Is it good for me to marry?" ”

She was stunned on the spot, not knowing whether he was serious or not, and she didn't know what to do for a while, but her heart had already jumped up involuntarily, looking at his jade-carved face, tall and elegant figure, lined with gazebo light veil, and seemed to be in a dream for a moment.

Seeing that she didn't answer, he didn't say any more, but smiled and stretched out his hand to lead her to sit down, and asked her to try to play again, while he stood behind her.

Her heart was flustered, her whole body tensed, and she picked the strings three or five times. (To be continued......)