Squeak, squeak, squeak. The car rolled over the bluestone pavement, splashing all the debris and parting the white mist, and finally stopped at the door of the shop.

Heavy rain. The business of Jixiangpu is deserted. The girl sat in front of the bunk, dozing off with her head propped up. Xiao Zhan boiled hot tea, his sharp eyebrows and eyes softened in the heat, and Rong Wei practiced knives in the backyard, saying that rain or shine is the most honing martial arts.

Ding dong. Under the black eaves, white raindrops are woven into strings.

Squeak. The rattle of the wheels stopped. The girl came to the spirit, and was about to start greeting business, but she was slightly sluggish.

It's a carriage that's hard to forget.

The reason why it is hard to forget is not how gorgeous it is, after all, Zhao Xixing's royal car has seen a lot, but the car in front of him, the whole body of green silk is plain, simple dark lines, but at a glance of the goods, you know that the silk is a tribute to Su embroidery.

The Jiangnan brocade with every inch of gold, the dignitaries and nobles of Shengjing compete to cut it for clothes, how can anyone use the whole piece to paste the carriage.

Where is this wealthy, it is simply rich and noble, and it will not let it make a sound even after rushing to the sky.

"Greetings to your nobles! The nobles have good eyesight, and the patterns of my auspicious shop are good! Yu Niang greeted him attentively.

“…… Courteous. Can the shopkeeper of Hua Erhua be available? "A leisurely sentence in the car.

The girl paused. It's just that this sound is also extremely difficult to forget.

Shengjing is rich and rich. But there is no one that deserves the word "run".

Just like this, the rain is drenching, and the mist is steaming.

Yun Niang suppressed her surprise in her heart, and said tentatively: "I don't know what the noble people are looking for our two girls?" ”

The car said lightly: "Can't you look for her if you have nothing to do?" ”

"Your nobleman misunderstood. It's just too unfortunate that the second girl was punished into the indoctrination hall and saved. "The girl beat a thousand children," the indoctrination hall is in the palace. The nobleman was afraid that he would be disappointed and returned. ”

"Oh? It seems that if you have lived in Jiangnan for a long time, you can't catch up with Shengjing. Thanks a lot. ”

chuckled in the car. Immediately, the car squeaked, reopened the rain curtain, and gradually disappeared in the hazy moisture.

Xiao Niang stood distracted, and heard Xiao Zhan who came up and said, "Mother-in-law, you have to chase people back, right?" The indoctrination hall is in the palace, how can the common people enter? ”

Rong Wei was also puzzled beside him: "Did you see the coachman who drove the carriage, Jingguang is restrained and has calluses on his two fingers, tsk, practice his family." And I can get through a few tricks. ”

Yu Niang sighed, her heart flickered, and the rain disturbed her mood more and more, and she couldn't guess the good luck.

"This person has a lot of backgrounds."

With a sigh, he was instantly swallowed up by the sound of rain.

Imperial Palace. Kyūka Hall.

Cheng Yingyu sat under the porch, staring at the rain curtain in a daze, occasionally relieving boredom, teasing the sparrows hiding from the rain under the eaves, and her voice was instantly swallowed up by the sound of the rain.

The red walls and green tiles were blurred by the heavy rain, like the murals of Dunhuang that have faded.

The education hall has always been deserted, but at this moment, the world is quiet, only the smell is surging, and Cheng Ying's heart is empty.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound of the lock being smashed, and the heavy iron door was opened from the outside, and the respectful salute of the Jin Wuwei guards could be heard.

"The head of the family, the Hua family is imprisoned here. Please. ”

Cheng Yingyu stood up, and through the beaded curtain and rain curtain, she saw a green silk carriage parked at the door, and she was slightly alarmed.

Being able to drive in the palace is by no means something that ordinary officials have the courage to do, even if it is a first-class and second-class official, it must have the special gift of the emperor.

"You don't need to go in. It's just right. A soft sentence in the car, even if the tone was weak, as if he was speaking weakly, but it was unexpectedly clear.

Cheng Yingyu felt that this sound alone overwhelmed the sound of rain in the sky and directly hit the tip of her heart.

"Auspicious paving flowers, courteous." The woman does not distinguish between friend and foe, and is far away in the courtyard for a blessing.

A Jin Wuwei ran to the car window, seemed to pick up something from it, ran to Cheng Ying's side, and handed it to her: "The head of the family gave it to the girl." ”

The woman took it, and a small purple flower with drooping stems and leaves lay in her white palm, still soaked in a faint cold fragrance, if there was nothing.

It was as if he was put close to the person in the car, stained with the incense between his clothes.

"What kind of flower is this? It's all wilting. Cheng Ying was puzzled.

"Four fragrant springs, ten wisteria flowers in front of the court." The car whispered, "This is the wisteria in my court." On the day of going north, when I saw that the flowers were coming well, I thought of breaking a branch for you. It's a pity that it's thousands of miles away, and no matter how well you protect it, it's withered. Pity. ”

The sound in the car was still wet, and even the regret was like rain and mist.

The rain was dripping in May. The blazing heat brewing in the early summer came in an extremely gentle way.

Thousands of miles to send wisteria flowers, rain in the atrium of the southern country.

It is a purple flower unique to Jiangnan. The wetness of Shengjing soaked across the river, and the purple strings rained down.

Cheng Ying forgot to speak. When the people in the carriage met for the first time, they gave her a branch of Jiangnan late spring in a tone of reuniting with old friends.

She didn't feel disgusted at all, but was cordial, moisturizing and silently familiar.

"Thank you. Dare to ask who the nobles are? Cheng Yingyu was tentative.