The palace banquet has passed for several days, and these days are warm and windy, not as hot as the day of the palace banquet.

Shaw House.

The light blue light gauze tent hung in front of Xiao Xuan's bed, and the soft sunlight stained it.

Xiao Xuan lay on the bed, looking at the few almost yellowing and curly peony flowers scattered on the pillow, secretly sad.

She muttered to herself, "Before he finished telling me the legend of the peony, you withered like this." The first thing he said to me was, 'This flower is called a peony, not a peony.' 'Hmph, don't I know it's a peony now!' ”

She pulled off a withered yellow petal, slapped a pillow, and then her expression darkened again, "He said that if I saw him again in the future, he would tell me the legend." When is the coming day? ”

Xiao Xuan was so annoyed that she put her head under the quilt. After a while, she lifted the quilt, jumped out of bed, and ran out of the door without bothering to tidy up her messy sideburns and dress, shouting excitedly as she ran, "He also said that little girls should have a heart for flowers!" He must have liked to grow peonies! ”

Xiao Xuan went out of the room to ask Xiao Siwen and Mrs. Xiao if she would grow peonies, she returned disappointed, so she silently walked to her own courtyard, specially ordered someone to tie the flower vine swing for herself, sat down and swayed, as if she had lost her soul.

"Yanyan, why are you in a daze here?" Han Derang, who was smiling lightly, walked behind Xiao Xuan and gently pushed the swing.

Xiao Xuan pursed her lips, frowned, and her voice darkened a lot, "My father and mother can't grow peony flowers, and no one can teach me to grow peonies!" ”

"Haha! Why don't you come to me, we Han people are experts in growing flowers. Han Derang laughed out loud, although he praised the Han people, his tone did not carry a trace of pride.

Hearing this, Xiao Xuan's eyes lit up, and she was originally like a dry grass in the desert, as if she was moistened by nectar.

She turned her head in surprise and asked, "Really?" You have to let my brother, teach me quickly! ”

Han Derang tilted his head and leaned on the swing, "Then Yanyan can tell me, why do you suddenly want to plant peonies?" ”

Xiao Xuan thought for a moment and smiled brightly, "Because, the little girl should have a heart for flowers!" "Because she also wants to grow peonies like that brother, because that brother likes it."

Han Derang couldn't help but look at her funny, shook his head, and nudged the swing, "I thought Yanyan only likes to ride horses and hunt to show her majesty, but I didn't expect that she was also delicate." ”

Xiao Xuan didn't care, just thinking that he could grow good-looking peonies, "Then you have to let my brother, teach me quickly!" "Stop the swing.

"As for peonies, the most common planting method is dividing, which is better to wait until September after autumn. When have you ever seen a flower that blooms in the middle of the day? Don't you know that peony is the god of Mayflower? Han Derang pressed her back onto the swing and pushed it gently.

The god of flowers in May, Xiao Xuan heard the words and recalled Ye Luxian who had not finished telling the legend, and the figure of him tending to peony in the sunset appeared in his mind, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, looking at the sky, "I naturally know that it is the god of flowers in May." "That's what my brother told me.

Han Derang looked at her stupid appearance and smiled unconsciously.

I have known Xiao Xuan, a clever and likable girl, since she was a child, and now she has grown up and has the heart of her daughter's family. She doesn't look at herself, how can she be a little astringent at the moment?

Han Derang told Xiao Xuan a lot of ways to grow peonies, gave a few instructions, and left Xiao's mansion. Xiao Sui trotted to find the second sister Xiao Shuangshuang.

At dusk, the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun stains the vast blue sky, the small lake in front of the fake stone mountain at the end of the Xiao Mansion promenade reflects the red sunset, and Xiao Shuangshuang's thin beauty shadow sitting on the high place of the rockery.

Xiao Shuangshuang is three years older than Xiao Sui, and he is in the prime of his life.

She is taller than Xiao Xuan's head for most of her head, her lips are red and her teeth are white, and she is wearing a robe embroidered with pink peach blossoms, a milky white plain long skirt, and a gold and silver brocade belt tied around her waist.

Xiao Xuan walked behind her, startled her, shouted "Second Sister", and sat beside her with a grin, resting his head on her shoulder.

Xiao Shuangshuang smiled and tapped Xiao Xuan's forehead with his index finger, "Little girl, you came to me specially?" ”

"Well, I have to let my brother come, and he promised me to teach me how to grow peonies!" Xiao Xuan looked at the red cloud floating in the sky like a blooming peony, and couldn't help but smile.

Xiao Shuangshuang heard Han Derang's name, and his tone was slightly mocking, "Yanyan, how do you know that people's hearts are sinister? Our Xiao family is not attached to many people, Han Derang is Han and has a low status, even if the Han family is the home of the old ministers of the Three Dynasties? I dare not assert his intentions. ”

After a moment of conversation, he said sincerely, "Yanyan, he is not an elder brother, the married Sister Hu Yin, I, and you, are the real sisters, do you understand?" ”

Xiao Sui, who was a childhood sweetheart with Han De, felt awkward when she heard this, but Xiao Shuangshuang's words were not wrong, so she did not refute.

Xiao Xuan turned around and said: "A few days ago, I entered the palace with my father and mother, and I met an elder brother in the palace. Very good. Xiao Xuan smiled brightly.

Xiao Shuangshuang, who already understood the relationship between men and women, naturally understood what Xiao Xuan meant, and asked, "That man is the prince?" Or whose noble son? ”

Xiao Xuan glanced at her and lowered his head, "He, he should be a palace man who grows flowers." ”

The look of disdain was evident on Xiao Shuangshuang's face, and she couldn't help but sneer, "Yan Yan, he's just a lowly attendant, and we are the daughters of the Xiao family, don't do something stupid without knowing your identity!" ”

Xiao Xuanxiao's face turned red, and he said angrily, "What about the attendant? Even if he is an attendant, with his good ability to grow peonies, he is a hundred times stronger than those Khitan aristocratic young masters who can only drink and brag about their skins! ”

Xiao Shuangshuang glanced at Xiao Xuan, changed the topic, and sighed, "Yanyan, in fact, the second sister is very envious of you, look at your little word 'Yanyan', how much my father and mother love you so much that I used my mother's title of Princess Yanguo as your small character, which is a love that neither I nor my big sister have." ”

Xiao Xuan was slightly embarrassed and sat up straight, should I comfort my sister? "Sister, my father and mother love you very much, you, how can you think so!"

Xiao Shuangshuang smiled softly, took Xiao Sui's hand and held it tightly, and let Xiao Sui continue to lean on her. Xiao Xuan pursed her mouth slightly. Xiao Shuangshuang said softly, "You, you haven't grown up yet. I will always be your second sister, even if my father and mother really love you, then I will also love you. ”

Xiao Sui closed his eyes, pursed his lips slightly, and listened to the sound of the surrounding squirrel, the sound of heaven and earth, and the beautiful voice of Xiao Shuangshuang.

Xiao Shuangshuang's eyes swept over the small lake like a red glow, and he only looked at the gap between the mountains in the distance, and the sunset emitted the last dazzling light.

She said softly: "You will always be my beloved sister, and we will all marry a good family in the future." I hope that in the grassland of the back mountain, my him and I, build our own felt tent, which is my home. We listened to the clattering of horses' hooves and smelled the grass all day long, and I would have a big flock, and there was nothing wrong with being a herdsman. My father and mother would be happy for us, and I would invite Yanyan and her sweetheart to come to my felt tent as guests, and there would be many wind chimes hanging on the felt tent. At night, when there are still stars, the second sister will take Yanyan to lie on the soft grass, count the stars like when she was a child, listen to the wind chimes, and the second sister will sing pastoral songs to Yanyan..."

Their snuggling figures were stretched by the afterglow of the setting sun, and the soft voices of the flutes sang like heaven in this beautiful dusk.

Xiao Sui and Xiao Shuangshuang never thought that the best moment for them to be sisters was this twilight, rich and glorious, and they couldn't get back their sisterhood.

Time is so ruthless, and fate is so cruel.

The sun rises and sets, the summer cicadas sing and disappearing, the flowers bloom, the dead leaves fall, the original bleak autumn because of Xiao Xuan's busy work in the courtyard of Xiao Mansion to divide the peony figure, the pieces of withered yellow also become vivid.

For a few days in a row, Han Derang came to Xiao Mansion with sandy loam soil and a large bush of peony that had not been branched for 3 years as seed material, and taught Xiao Xuan in person. Xiao Xuan, who had already bloomed a large number of delicate peony flowers in his heart, was full of energy, rolled up his sleeves, and took a small shovel and a quick knife with Han Derang, carefully handling the peony. It wasn't until each bush of peony was planted and watered thoroughly that Xiao Xuan got up, sat on the swing, and grinned with satisfaction.

Han Derang looked at Xiao Xuan, her dirty face was still delicate and could not be concealed, her smile brought out her eyes that were bent into crescent moons, and the wind messed up her hair.

Han De let the thousands of threads of love in his heart be pulled, and he was invited for a long time, besides, it was the affection of this childhood sweetheart, and she was Yanyan. Han Derang smiled, gentle as a spring breeze, but his tenderness did not fall in Xiao Xuan's eyes.

Qingmei is not affectionate, where can the bamboo horse be safe?