Jiang Xin turned his back again. Du Zheng grabbed the shopkeeper who was delivering food to the house, he was a little urgent, and the plate in the shopkeeper's second-hand almost fell to the ground.

"Little brother, that man, that man is the one in the white robe, who is he?"

The hot soup was poured out, and the shopkeeper's hands were red. These officials didn't know the truth of the matter, and the shopkeeper complained in his heart.

"Master, wait for the villain to put the dish in the house." He went into the house and put down his plate, craned his neck to look downstairs, and ran away.

He turned around and said to Du Zheng, "Master, I'll go get a rag and clean up the ground." ”

Du Zheng was anxious, and his eyes followed Jiang Xin's figure. Jiang Xin seemed to feel something, and looked upstairs, and the eyes of the two met in the air.

Jiang Xin froze in place, his lips fluttering and spit out two words, father. Jiang Xin stuffed the poem into Wen Tingyun's hand, "Brother Wen, do me a favor, I'll go out for a while." ”

Wen Tingyun didn't think about it, thinking that he was going out for convenience, so he said casually; "There you go."

Xuanji was standing on the side, and she listened to what the uncle asked the little second brother just now. "Uncle, are you asking him?"

Du Zheng raised his foot and wanted to go downstairs to catch up, but when he heard Xuanji, he turned around and asked; "Girl, do you know him?"

Xuanji ran over with a smile, "Uncle, I'll take you to find Jiang Gongzi." He is the manager of the Bamboo Forest Museum. ”

Jiang Xin had already left the hall quickly. Du Zheng stood at the top of the stairs, the person he saw was obviously facing his son, why was his surname Jiang? Could it be that he was mistaken?

"Girl, isn't his surname Du?" Du Zheng confirmed again.

Xuanji climbed the railing of the staircase, one foot as the axis, and his body twisted around. Looking downstairs, the master was arguing with others.

"Uncle, Jiang Gongzi's name is Jiang Xin, and he is the steward here."

Maybe it's a coincidence, the two just happen to look alike. Since a few years ago, in the apricot garden forest west of Qujiang Pond, he lamented his misfortune and was angry with him, and beat his son severely.

That time, he was a little harsh, and he beat his son hundreds of times with a horsewhip. Then he left his badly wounded son and his entourage behind. Since then, the fate of his son has been uncertain.

But the man's reaction and demeanor when he saw him just now was obviously his son. I haven't seen each other for a few years, life and death are uncertain, their Du family used to be a thousand miles of horses! The Chisato who once had high hopes for him.

Jiang Yao was in the Lanyue Pavilion and played the flute to the moon. Seeing Jiang Xin coming out of the hall, he hung his head and raised his hand to wipe his eyes.

He put down the flute. Jiang Xin went straight up to the Moon Pavilion. On the case of Lanyue Pavilion, a pot of tea, Jiang Yao sat alone to the moon.

In the shadow of the lamp, Jiang Xin's tears flickered and he sat opposite Jiang Yao. Jiang Yao poured a cup of tea and put it in his hand.

The bright moon hangs high, witnessing how many joys and sorrows in the world. "Brother Xian, I just saw my father."

Since the day Jiang Xin changed his name and surname, he had broken off contact with his family. The father whipped him with hundreds of horse whips, peeled the skin and deboned him, not only almost killed him, but also interrupted the father-son relationship.

He failed his father first, and his father killed the killer last. He was betrayed and abandoned by a lover woman, and lived in the market, relying on the help of the fierce and singing elegy to make a living.

He failed to glorify his ancestors, destroyed his future, and his father was disappointed, so he killed him.

He survived nine deaths and became a beggar, but it was Jiang Yao who saved his life, gave him a new life, and let him live an upright life.

But his current role is still a disappointment for his father. Making a living in the fireworks and willow alleys is despised by the scholars.

Jiang Xin looked up at the moon, tears falling down. Goodbye to his father, the traces engraved by the years on his father's face still made him cry.

"Brother, go see my father. Whatever happened, it's gone. After all, you still have a chance to accept your father's whipping. And I haven't seen my father since the day I was born. Jiang Yao's wonderful eyes showed sadness.

The first time he heard Jiang Yao talk about his family, Jiang Yao turned out to be a posthumous son. He has a lonely background, but he has always been free and easy.

Jiang Xin wasn't sure if he should recognize his father on such an occasion.

He sat silently with Jiang Yao in Lanyue Pavilion. The affairs in the hall were handed over to Wen Tingyun.

The crowd commented on six poems, and Wen Tingyun transcribed them on the peach blossom letterhead in small block letters. In order to avoid suspicion, he did not sign these poems.

Like a song, chanted one by one. "Boudoir Love" She likes this poem very much, and "Bodhisattva Man" ranks second.

She just heard outsiders say that Zhuangyuanlang's talent was comparable to Wen Bayin. These two poems are like songs, and they identify "Bodhisattva Man" as the work of Zhou Yu.

The style of "Girlfriends" is more like the genre that Wen Tingyun is good at. As the song finally decides, "Bodhisattva Man" wins.

Hey, some people cheered, everyone dispersed, talked to the beauty, went upstairs to drink and party.

The maid came out from behind the curtain and returned to the embroidery room.

Pei Yi had a few friends who had made friends with Wen Tingyun, and surrounded him to the independent courtyard where Ruge lived.

Pei Yi took off the bright red robe on his body, "Brother Wen, you are also the groom's official." Pay attention to your appearance and demeanor, and don't be too casual. ”

Wen Tingyun's eyes were pure and clear, and he smiled, "Brother Xian, I just ran naked, and I was naked in the wind, do I still use external packaging?" ”

Pei Yi crossed his hands, waved to Wen Tingyun, and said to a few people around him, "See, this is Wen Tingyun, so confident." However, the younger brother admired his brother's talent and arrogance. ”

Xuanji descended slowly from one staircase to another, and looked down at his toes as he went home. She will also be a bride when she grows up, and a figure flashes in her mind.

Xuanji passed by in front of the Ruge Courtyard and heard Pei Yi saying inside that the groom official wanted to pack himself. Yes, Master is the groom of Sister Ruge today.

Ruge wears a blue wedding dress embroidered with a peony lily pattern, symbolizing wealth and auspiciousness. The big red dragon and phoenix candles shine high, and the embroidery room is elegant and warm.

Wen Tingyun was still dressed as usual, and walked into the embroidery room with her hands in her hands. He sat down on the bed, shy, and his head hung down two more minutes. A pair of soft Yi gently rubbed the silk handkerchief.

Wen Tingyun held her hands, "The people in the hall are like the moon, and the frost and snow are condensed on the wrists." ”

How is Wen Gongzi's voice? Ruge pulled out her hand and lifted the hijab. The person in front of him is not Zhuang Yuanlang, it is Wen Tingyun.

Wen Tingyun leaned against the head of the bed, squinted her eyes, and raised the corners of her mouth to look at her.

"How is it Young Master Wen?" Ruge wears a phoenix crown on her head, and her eyes are black and big, because she is surprised, she looks even darker and bigger.

"That's for you." Wen Tingyun leaned over, and the two sniffed at each other.

Ru Song is motionless, with a sad face.

Wen Tingyun chuckled, stood up, and asked her, "Who does the girl hope for?" ”

Ruge hung her head and was silent, she had already made excessive demands to Xixi, did she still have to go too far and drive Gongzi Wen out? You must know that pity is a courtesy to Wen Gongzi.

"Who do you wish you want?" Wen Tingyun bent down and looked into Ruge's eyes and asked.