Song Mingqing's face sank a little: "Thank you, Lord Wang, for speaking out." ”

Li Tai took his eyes off her face and said leisurely: "It's better for us to play chess, if you win, I will write a word for you." ”

Song Mingqing was also not embarrassed: "If I lose, I will also give you a painting." ”

Zhu'er served the chessboard and chess pieces, and the two began to calm down, and the courtyard became more and more elegant and quiet.

Every step is slow, and every step is light.

He is. So did she.

It was noon when the sun was rising from the roof, and the flecks of sunlight were shining through the leaves, imprinting faint flicks of light on the chessboard.

Song Mingqing twisted a black seed in his fingertips, his hands were white and black, and the picture was so beautiful that it was suffocating.

She gently put the piece into the white jade jar and said softly, "You won." ”

Li Tai looked at her softly: "If this son falls, you win." ”

She was rarely so playful, and a smile spread on her lips: "I want you to win." ”

Then beckoned to Zhu'er: "Put away the chessboard and bring a pen and paper." ”

He looked at her quietly, unfolding the paper and dipping the pen in ink.

She let him have that son, Xu because he is a man, Xu because he is a prince, Xu because of the ten years of seclusion, has made her understand that let is the greatest wisdom.

He looked at her black hair, her cheeks, and her focus on the soundness of writing, and always thought that it would be good if he could give up the whole palace and only be so opposite to her.

She put down the pen and he picked up the rice paper. Moaned softly—

Not tied to the spring willow next to the gossamer. I took off my winter clothes and was melodious. Distant mountains and near water enter the heart. A few idle gulls, a touch of the sun.

I lightened my heart a little hurt. No more looking back, no more hesitation. The place where the kite flies is the fairy town. Laugh at life, laugh at Yan Liang.

He sighed, "Good poetry! ”

Her eyes were transparent, and she said warmly: "Your Highness's words are highly praised, and it can be said that you are a calligrapher, I really should have won you and got a piece of Your Highness's words." ”

He folded it and tucked it into his sleeve, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What's so difficult about this? ”

Pick up the pen and write it with a stroke of the pen -

Mei Yun Yan Ran Liu Yun is long. Light goose yellow, about the cold fragrance. Whose strange stone is full of light? Warm my study, shine my articles.

Last night, the cold invaded sleep. The moon reflects the screen window, and the moon shadow is faint. Yin Yin drank wine and got drunk. It's ordinary, it's ordinary.

Song Mingqing praised: "Good words! Good poetry! ”

The two met and smiled, and asked themselves the bosom friends in the world, which is better than the state of mind at this moment.

Zhu'er, dressed in an emerald dress, appeared at the gate of the courtyard and said loudly, "Miss, it's time for lunch." ”

Song Mingqing treated him like a family member and said, "Let's go." ”

Li Tai also replied: "Let's go." ”

The two walked side by side, past the backyard, past the front yard, and into the dining hall.

The family has long been accustomed to seeing this prince go, and that prince coming again, and there is no excessive and complicated etiquette.

The banquet was full of women, and he was the only one who was a male guest, but everyone didn't feel restrained, just as ordinary people dined together.

The Wang family glanced at Li Tai without a glance, and finally asked: "The people are brave, I don't know how old the prince is now?" ”

Li Tai said: "It's okay, it's twenty-one." ”

They were all stunned a little, so Song Mingqing was still a few years older than him.

Song Mingqing thought that he understood Wang's intention to ask this, and said indifferently: "Although the prince and I are just confidants of literature and ink, we are not immune to gossip, so I can borrow books from the prince in the future and call people to come." ”

The chopsticks in Li Tai's hand stopped......

The old lady smiled and said: "Don't hide it from the prince, you are the first foreign guest you have received over the years, and the woman in the boudoir has a lot of courtesies, and I ask the prince to understand." ”

Li Tai looked at Song Mingqing and said, "I thought you were the only one who didn't care about vulgar etiquette." ”

Song Mingqing said softly: "The prince is wrong, I am just a worldly woman." ”

No, I have to be like King Qi and simply express my intentions......

Integrate Song Mingqing into the palace and become one of the wives and concubines......

Set up a courtyard for her in the palace, let her keep her quiet, and let her be by her side......

But they always feel that between them, they should go beyond such an arrangement.

He stood up and arched his hand: "I have often been disturbed, which has embarrassed the old lady and the eldest lady, so I will take my leave." ”

Yu Qiao blinked......

are both brothers, but the King of Wei and the King of Qi are two personalities.

Obviously, King Wei is even taller, and his style is tougher.

A table of people stood up and saluted: "The prince walks slowly." ”

When he walked out of the dining hall, Song Mingqing said indifferently: "You guys don't think about it, it's not enough to have a King of Qi, do you have to involve a King of Wei?" The Song family couldn't stand such blessings. ”

They all held their breath and were silent, not daring to speak.

Song Mingqing also got up, went back to his own yard, folded up the pair of words left by Li Tai and put them in the bookcase.

If it is difficult to find a confidant in the world, true love is even more scarce.

She has gone through so many things, and she has been guarding for so many years, and she has long ceased to hope for more because of that good feeling and heartbeat.

In the evening, the Song Mansion received a carriage full of ten boxes of books.

It was Li Tai who sent someone to give it to Song Mingqing.

There is no better gift between them.

On the second day, Li You came again, entered the house, first met the old lady, and then walked to the private school alone, looked through the window lattice for a long time, no one was alarmed, and left.

On the third day, Yu Qiao got up early in the morning, and before Cheng Cui'er got up, she put on men's clothes and slipped out of the back door.

The men from Silver Wisp Lane took her to the upper room, and Wang 18 presented the title deed and said, "The little boy takes a closer look." ”

Sure enough, it was the title deed of the martial family in his hometown, Yu Qiao bowed his head with satisfaction and stuffed the title deed into the purse he wore on his waist. He bowed his hand to the king and took his leave.

With these field products, next year all the cotton will be planted, and some of them will be kept for themselves, and the other part will be sold to Wenjia Cloth Village to weave cotton cloth.

She didn't stay in the market for long, but went to Wenjia Cloth Village to buy dozens of rolls of cloth, and sent them to Dicui Pavilion, and then planned to return home.

Went to the horse market and thought about hiring a carriage. Then he met Qin Huaidao.

This was the first time he had seen her in men's clothes, and he couldn't help but look stupid.

The jade face that has always been paralyzed, and the affection in a pair of eyes overflowed.

Yu Qiao staggered a step, intending to stagger past him.

He also staggered a step, still blocking her way.

Wipe, the old paper doesn't want to meet you again and pinch it, you want to mess with the old paper, isn't it......

Yu Qiao lifted his foot and stomped on his instep so hard that he bent over in pain.

Yu Qiao walked around him, and said, "Master Ben wants to rent a carriage." ”

"Okay, the little one will be put on for the young master."

Qin Huaidao straightened up and said to the horse dealer: "It's this one, I want it." ”