"Ma'am."

Ying'er laid out the paperweight, the water grinded the ink, and the sleeves were handed over to a sheep's hair, and the ink fragrance and the fine wind swirled around the square table.

"What time is it?" Under the light, the beauty's mountain nose became more and more towering.

"It's time to apply," Ying'er lowered her eyebrows and pleasing her eyes, gathered the cloud curtains on the side of the pear blossom wood square, as if she remembered something, and continued, "The young master hasn't returned home for a long time." ”

Shen Zhihe didn't squint, he spilled the text with ink, and the hairpin in one hand was small and graceful, smooth and thin: "This is going to be heard by others, but we have to say that we have a small family." ”

Ying'er deflated her mouth and moved the town ruler.

"That princess took advantage of the old lady's reason, but she was so majestic."

"Ying'er." Shen Zhihe put down his pen, frowned, and reprimanded.

The rain finally stopped for most of the day, and the stairs were damp, and through the window it had become an iron-blue color, and the wind rushed into the book window, turning up a smell of Chinese ink and books.

Shen Zhihe rubbed the soreness on his wrist, and replaced a piece of rice paper with a stroke, Yu Ying'er's eyes were quite deep: "The wall has ears." ”

In the past few days, Wang Po has taught a lot of the rules of Mengfu, but she is clearly making rules, but secretly she hides her disgust.

She married into the Meng Mansion, but not just to compete for this moment.

"Have you packed up all the things in the warehouse in the courtyard?" Shen Zhihe's pen was slowly retracted, and he inherited the legacy of Yan Liu.

Ying'er smiled, cautiously took out two copper spoons from the innermost side of her arms, and lowered her voice: "The dowry has been counted, the key to the treasury is collected by the slave and maid, and as for the things given by the master...... This is the lattice key. ”

The duck-shaped silver incense burner burned a little white sandalwood, and the smoke curled in his eyes, and in an instant, Shen Zhihe finished the last stroke, and then stopped unfinished and accepted the copper spoon in Ying'er's hand.

"Madame's words are getting better and better," Ying'er dialed Peilan, who was on the incense burner, "It's just that the slave is ignorant and doesn't understand its meaning." ”

Shen Zhihe lowered his eyes, the sheep in his hand tightened, and there were four lines of poetry written on the rice paper, and she whispered:

"It's ridiculous to be a guest in the world, but it's so difficult to forget the will of heaven......"

The end note was elongated, with some unknown meaning, and she stared at the last two sentences on the note, silent for a long time.

"What about the back?" Ying'er served a cup of tea and gently called Shen Zhihe, "Madam? ”

Shen Zhihe's heart trembled, he came back to his senses, took away the look in his eyes, and then put pen to paper: "That's it, I don't understand what I said to you." ”

Ying'er was so young that she didn't pay attention to it, and suddenly she only listened to the noise outside, this Pujia courtyard was already leaning against the house wall, she frowned and walked out to stop a small house, Shen Zhihe concentrated on writing the payment, and it seemed that he was not affected.

The snow-white pear blossom on the verandah blew down another one.

Ying'er lifted the cloud curtain and entered, pouting that she could almost hang an oil bottle on it, she stood still next to Shen Zhihe, and took out the post given by the little girl.

"The second lady from the Guan Mansion next door is back, this is a post for Mrs., saying that she will invite you to get together later."

The plump ink beads dripped into Su Xuan's blur and opened a black spell, Shen Zhihe put down his pen, the dark red post was engraved with cloud patterns, she took the invitation, and her eyes fell on the hairpin flower that was similar to herself.

Guan Shanyue.

It is the daughter of the Heavenly Supervisor of the Fourth Rank Division, this Guan Mansion is only separated from the Meng Mansion by a wall, I heard that she was playing in the south of the Yangtze River, and she thought it was a disaster in Yongzhou, so Guan Da hurriedly took her over.

The sleeves rubbed on the black ink on the desk, and when Shen Zhihe inspected it, it had already been smeared, she blocked the dirty sleeves and closed the post: "It's time to respond." ”

Ying'er answered, pouted and went out again.

The oil lamp jumped, and the slight flame was next to the wall, casting on Shen Zhihe's eyelashes, and a dark mountain shadow fell.

She looked down at the blackened rice paper, which had already drowned most of the verses, Shen Zhihe walked out, turned into the cabinet, took off the soiled goose-yellow pipa jacket, and changed into an emerald blue horse-faced skirt.

As soon as this head was tied, there was a burst of rustling outside the door of the pavilion, and the door outside the cloud curtain was pushed open, bringing a burst of spring cold, Shen Zhihe didn't raise his head, just thought it was Ying'er, and she straightened her sideburns in the mirror.

"Got a good post?"

Who knew that it was a calm male voice in the ear, pressing the vocal cords between the throats: "What post?" ”

Shen Zhihe was stunned, there was nothing wrong with looking at his makeup in the mirror, and he just walked out of a landscape screen, and saw the man standing on the side of the case at a glance.

“…… Down? Shen Zhihe's face was flat, and he stood still a few steps away from him.

Meng Jinghuai held the post in his hand, obviously having read it, and he slowly raised his head to meet his gaze: "Well, something has been delayed." ”

The rekindled incense carried wisps of smoke, but it couldn't hide the fragrance of the shower on Meng Jinghuai's body, Shen Zhihe's apricot eyes swept slightly, and the person in front of him was not wearing the same set as in the morning.

"The one from the Guanfu is back?" Meng Jinghuai saw that she was silent, and said in a deep voice.

"Well, I handed over the post and invited me to get together in the main room," Shen Zhihe's eyes were full of Buddha light and stars, and the black silk between his temples fell slightly, "Can you go?" ”

Meng Jinghuai suddenly chuckled, his eyebrows soothed, and he looked at Shen Zhihe, trying in vain to see something from her face: "Why does it smell of vinegar?" ”

There were a few muffled sounds when the copper bell under the outer eaves swayed, Shen Zhihexing sank into her eyes, and she didn't show the turmoil in her heart at all, she tilted her head, and her eyes flowed: "Why do you always say something to deceive yourself?" ”

Meng Jinghuai's smile faded, his eyes sank a few inches, smoothed the wide sleeves of his robe, and tilted his head slightly: "The prefect of Yongzhou is right, and the emperor has already gone to the four princes to help the disaster." ”

The little red bird outside the window fluttered and wanted to migrate to the heavenly palace.

"How can his body and bones withstand the fatigue of traveling?" Shen Zhihe's eyebrows were confused.

"After the next court, he is waiting for me," Meng Jinghuai only felt a dull heart, his eyes flashed gloomy, and the post in his hand was pinched and deformed, "I ask you how you are doing." ”

Shen Zhihe was stunned and silent.

Meng Jinghuai sat down on the pear blossom wooden chair in front of the case, raised his head, and looked at her: "What if your father ordered me to go today?" Would you be like that? ”

Shen Zhihe took a step forward, and in front of him, there was Xiang Zhou Ying, ignoring the sourness in his words, and replied to the question: "Is it that the emperor can't find a good solution?" ”

Meng Jinghuai sneered, stared at her deeply, and whispered: "What is the situation in the DPRK now, and I will tell you again?" ”

Shen Zhihe was stunned.

Emperor Wei didn't know anything about politics, and he called the emperor and queen to support the Shen family who supported his own throne as prime minister, and he was very dependent, but now he is quite fond of the adulterous concubine Liu, and Liu's relatives began to rise, and there is a tendency to fight against Shen Xiang.

Spike light circulated in the window, Shen Zhihe took away the look in her eyes, she sat down on the side chair, playing with the jade bracelet on her wrist, as if inadvertently: "Yongzhou is a natural disaster and a man-made disaster. ”

Meng Jinghuai looked sideways at her.

He is the person who knows Shen Zhihe best.

"It is a good policy to set up a water gate for ten miles, and to go to the sea with water." Meng Jinghuai looked sideways and asked again, "If you hear this, ...... Shen Xiang?"

"Tomorrow, the court will hear it all over the palace, so why do you need to say it." Shen Zhihe got up, brushed the broken hair in front of his forehead, his eyes flickered, and turned to leave, "You don't need to mention it, do you?" ”

Meng Jinghuai cherishes the world, how can he really be alone in the court?

It's just her mouth.

"Ah He-" Meng Jinghuai stopped the man, staring at her back carefully, it was a familiar name.

Shen Zhihe paused, looked back, and saw Meng Jinghuai holding the blackened rice paper in his hand, and he looked at himself with burning eyes:

"Is it ridiculous to be a guest in the world?"

"It's not."

Shen Zhihe didn't have the slightest nostalgia, waved his sleeves away, and the time came to make an appointment.

The man's heart is like a sword, just for the world to dance, she can save this truth.

Meng Jinghuai was the only one left, and he held the inky black paper tightly in his hand, and the collision of the huge bead curtains added to the coldness of the courtyard.

What are the last two sentences that were not said to Ying'er?

It is until life and death come into view, and only then do you know that the word is greed.