Yan Zenyi remembered it, so he didn't refuse, and then he talked endlessly about the story of the eighteen send-offs.

Wei Youchen listened very seriously, and when he heard Zhu Yingtai repeatedly hint that he could only angrily say that Liang Shanbo was a goose, he smiled very happily.

I heard Zhu Yingtai say, "Qingqing lotus leaves clear water pond, mandarin ducks in pairs and pairs." Brother Liang! If Yingtai is a woman with red makeup, Brother Liang, would you like to wear mandarin ducks? At that time, his eyes lit up slightly, and his eyes were even hotter when he looked at Yan Zenyi.

Yan Chanyi still didn't finish talking this time, only said that the two of them were sent to Changting for eighteen miles, and Zhu Yingtai made the decision as a brother and promised his ninth sister to Liang Shanbo, and also made an appointment to propose marriage on the Qiqiao Festival.

She didn't mean to whet people's appetites, but she simply felt that the ending of this story was not good, and the so-called butterfly was just people's obsession with the necessity of a lover.

So the more she talked about it, the more she didn't want to continue the story.

"Done?" Wei Youchen felt that the story should not stop here, looking at Yan Zenyi's sad expression, remembering the last time she talked about this story, she also showed such a look, and he was inexplicably nervous in his heart.

He remembered that she said that it was not a good story, so in the end, did Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai get together?

"Next time." Yan Zenyi stood up from the table and stretched a big waist, she is a person who likes to stretch her waist very much.

She also asked Yun Xuanji to go to see how the belly pocket shop should be decorated in the afternoon, so she didn't plan to stay any longer, and planned to go home with Fengyue.

"Where's Fengyue?"

"She should be at the senior brother's place, she is the sister of the senior brother's unfinished daughter-in-law." Weichen no longer continues to entangle, he is actually very busy, and he is just busy eating with her.

"Your senior brother is a monk, right? Can a monk still have a fiancée? Yan Zenyi's eyes lit up, as if he had heard some interesting gossip, and asked with great interest.

"I'm also a monk." Wei Youchen looked at Yan Zen Yi with a mocking look on his face, and hid the unspoken sentence, "But I still want to marry you." ”

Knowing that she loved to listen to gossip, he added, "But his fiancée has died of the plague due to the drought, and along with their parents." Before his fiancée died, he gave Fengyue the token of engagement and asked Fengyue to come to his brother.

The senior brother was alone, and there was nowhere to place her, so he brought her into the Secret Guard, although her martial arts are average, but because of her family's affairs, she is devoted to studying medicine, and she is quite talented. ”

"Oh?" Yan Zenyi didn't expect Fengyue's life experience to be like this, no wonder she heard that Yun Xuanji's brother's mother died in the drought, and she was able to cry like that, probably because she remembered her family who also died in the drought.

Thinking like this, I felt a little sorry for the cheerful and clever little girl, thought about it and asked, "Her sister gave Fengyue the token of engagement, did she also transfer the marriage contract to Fengyue?" ”

“…… Probably not, Feng Gu is a full fourteen years older than Feng Yue. Wei Youchen didn't expect Yan Zenyi to think like this, but as far as he knew, Feng Gu just took care of Feng Yue as his own sister, and didn't have any other thoughts.

"What's wrong with fourteen? The older the man, the more painful it is. Yan Zenyi didn't care about Wei Youchen's thoughts, she had seen a lot of old husbands and young wives, and it was not uncommon for her to be forty years old.

After thinking about it, he gave an example, "Look at the Zhang Shilang in the household department, he is forty-five years old, and a few days ago he married the concubine of his subordinate Chen Zhonglang's family, the two are twenty years apart, and they are not the same?" ”

Wei Youchen did not pay attention to the marriage of the courtiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but it is true that no matter how old the man is, the people who continue to marry and go home are all girls. There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it, it's just that for those girls, it's a little cruel.

Wei Weichen twisted his eyebrows, already imagining the picture of Fenggu and Fengyue together, I don't know why, thinking of the little pepper-like Fengyue, he couldn't help but shudder.

He remembered that Feng Gu received a letter that his fiancée's family had died of the plague, leaving only a five-year-old orphan girl, and then Feng Gu disappeared for three months and returned to Great Wei to settle Feng Yue.

He didn't know what happened in between, but after returning from Fengbone, he would often be distracted when knocking on the wooden fish.

"Why don't we sneak a look?" Yan Zenyi's eyes flowed, she hadn't seen Fenggu yet, but she still liked Fengyue very much.

If Ruolang has a concubine, she can also check for this little girl.

Wei Youchen looked at Yan Zenyi helplessly and said that he didn't wait for himself to agree, so he walked out of his room with his waist bent.

He didn't want to tell her about Feng Gu's martial arts, and she would be discovered by Feng Gu as soon as she approached. So he also bent his waist and followed behind Yan Zen's clothes.

However, there is really no need for the two of them to bend their waists, and when they turn a corner out of the wing, they can see that Feng Gu is guiding Feng Yue's swordsmanship in the courtyard.

Feng Gu's face is old and stern, and Feng Yue's face is miserable.

Seeing the two of them come out, Feng Yue immediately threw away the sword in her hand, and ran to Yan Chanyi's side as if she had been amnesty, and said while frowning at Yan Chanyi, "Isn't Miss still busy in the afternoon?" Let's go back. ”

Yan Zenyi looked at Fengyue with some amusement, the eccentric Fengyue on weekdays actually had such a look like a great enemy, it was really a thing to a thing.

But thinking that there was indeed something in the afternoon, he turned around and said goodbye to Weiyouchen.

The master and servant found a little eunuch to lead the way, and then they found the palace gate.

Just thinking that this morning they came by Su Ruoshui's hitchhiking, and when they went back, they were afraid that they would have to rent another carriage, and the coachman who sent them into the palace in the morning walked briskly and said, "Young Master Yan, please come here." ”

Yan Chan paused for a moment and asked, "Are you the coachman of Su Fuzi's family?" Or the coachman of the palace of the king? ”

"Back to Gongzi, the villain is the coachman of Suhou Mansion, Hou Ye ordered the villain to wait for Yan Gongzi here, Hou Ye also said that he promised Princess Yan to take care of Yan Gongzi every day, please Yan Gongzi does not need to have a psychological burden." The coachman bowed his head and replied respectfully.

Yan Zenyi frowned slightly, a little unhappy, but thinking that it was a piece of kindness from his mother, he didn't want to say anything.

She actually wanted to avoid meeting Su Ruoshui as much as possible, every time she saw him, she always had an inexplicable panic in her heart, obviously he was very good to her in the previous life, although he was occasionally cheap, but he seemed to be the only one who was good to her.

She should be grateful to him, she is probably afraid that Su Ruoshui will always be unable to go over her pit.

But it seems that all this is not under her control, Yan Zenyi is a little distressed, do you want to try to like him? Or maybe it's because he's a mediocre person, so he should forget the memories of his previous life and just let it be?

Back at King Yan's Mansion, Yan Zenyi went back to the Liju Courtyard to change out of the student uniform, and then went to the Half Double Courtyard.

Before he got closer, he heard the crisp and pleasant sound of the guqin coming from inside. She guessed that Yun Xuanji should be practicing, but she didn't understand the rhythm, so she couldn't tell the good from the bad.

She stood at the door for a while, and waited until the sound of the piano stopped, and then she walked slowly into the courtyard.

Yun Xuanji was sitting on the ground in front of the small bamboo forest, with a guqin on his lap.

He was wearing a bright red cloud silk robe today, sitting in front of the lush bamboo forest, and the world seemed to have lost its color, only he was still enthusiastic and arrogant.

Yan Zenyi looked at the green, fat, red and thin like a dream, and was a little confused by the beauty for a while, and completely forgot what he was about to say, and only looked at it dumbly.

It wasn't until the man in red also looked at her, and the seductive phoenix eyes instantly bent into a small crescent, that she suddenly came back to her senses.

"Was Zen Yi shocked by the piano skills of the mysterious son?" Yun Xuanji smiled cunningly, put the qin on the ground casually, and the immortal posture just now collapsed in an instant.

He walked quickly towards Yan Zenyi, his face also returned to his usual ruffian expression, and he came closer before saying, "How is it?" Master, is my piano skill very good? ”

"To be honest, I don't understand the rhythm, so I don't understand it." Yan Zenyi was a little annoyed by his distraction, looking at the ruffian Yun Xuanji, and some suspected that he just felt that his immortal wind bones were just his own hysteria.

Then he said honestly with a blank face, "But I thought the song should also have the feelings I want to express, and listening to the song you play doesn't seem to feel this way." ”

Yun Xuanji looked at Yan Zenyi thoughtfully, the master who taught him the rhythm was also like this, saying that his skills were first-class and his skills were superb, but the song was empty and there was no emotion.

He practiced hard for a long time, but he couldn't find a reason, but fortunately, no one would listen to him play the piano so seriously.

"But that's okay, you don't necessarily need to perform in front of people." Yan Zenyi saw that his expression was complicated, and he thought that he had said something wrong, so he quickly changed the topic and said, "Let's go, go to the study, and help me write a bitter love poem." ”

"What kind of bitter love poems do you write?" Yun Xuanji knew that she should start building momentum for Xuanji's son, but why did she write bitter love poems?

"Hahaha. That's right, I made up a very bitter life story for you. Yan Zenyi smiled while telling Yun Xuanji the story of his life experience that she had made.

After listening to this, Yun Xuanji had mixed feelings in his heart, and felt that Yan Zenyi should write a notebook, which must be better than those sour and rotten shows that were scribbled in order to make money.

"Say, what to write?" Yun Xuanji spread out the rice paper on the table, pressed the paperweight, and dipped the wolf pen evenly in ink, so he waited for Yan Zen to speak.

"The name of the poem is Qihuai, you sign the Xuanji Gongzi, and we will engrave a Xuanji Gongzi's chapter later." Yan Zenyi commanded very calmly.

As early as when she set up the character for Yun Xuanji, she had already selected the first poem, and when she saw that Yun Xuanji had finished writing the signature stroke by stroke, she continued,

"A few times the flowers sat down and the, and the silver man red wall looked into the distance. It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is exposed and the midnight is upset. Lingering thoughts and pulling out the cocoon, like a sad heart peeling banana. In March and May of three or five years, the poor glass of wine never went away. ”