April, Qingming, is spring.

The mist covered Huai'an, the sky was bright, there was a boundary between the sun and the moon, half of the light was dark, as if the sun and the moon were shining together, a very moving scene, Shen Zhihe was supportive, staring at the weeping willow outside the small window, dancing for the wind to make a very beautiful state.

People come and go in the courtyard, carrying luggage, and they are very busy.

Ying'er carefully sorted out the daily jewelry and clothes, although Shen Zhihe had told her not to bring too much, but it was also filled with two pear wood boxes.

"Madame, it's done." She walked up to the window and said respectfully.

A gentle breeze blew into the hospital room from the unclosed Xuanyu, only blowing the camel-colored tassels that drooped up and down the curtains.

Shen Zhihe opened her half-closed eyes, she was dressed in a simple suit, only a bun was pulled into the sky, and a jade pear flower was inserted in her sideburns, with a casual look, and she gave a look: "Where is the princess?" Call her. ”

Ying'er nodded and went out to look for someone.

After a while, she led the princess to come with broken steps, and the princess lowered her eyes: "Mrs. An." ”

"No need to be polite." Shen Zhihe turned around the jade bracelet in his hand and looked at her, "I haven't been a beginner for a long time, and I don't understand the rules of ancestor worship, can Wang Po tell me about it?" ”

"Yes."

The woman stared at the ground, her waist was always one inch lower than the person on the seat, and she was very obedient to the rules:

"The ancestral shrine of the Meng family is in Luoyang, and there is no need to move the people like this in the past, but this year coincides with the completion of the new ancestral hall, and the young master also married you.

The early morning sunlight fell on the golden thread, but the dust floating in the air made Shen Zhihe look unreal, she stroked her hair: "Are there any rules that need special attention?" ”

"Nothing special on the side, just the same," Wang Po said in a paused tone, "The ancestral rules of the Meng family, the ancestors of the Qingming Festival, bathing and fasting, and the husband and wife have different rooms." ”

Shen Zhihe frowned.

No one else knew that it had been married for more than a month, and Meng Jinghuai had always slept on the couch and clothes.

"I remember."

The princess was blessed again, and someone seemed to call her outside, so she hurriedly went out with her feet up.

"Every move of this princess is like carving, wooden man." When Ying'er saw her go out, she spoke up.

Shen Zhihe took a sip of warm tea and handed it to her: "This princess has only trained maids in the courtyard these days, but she has not moved much. ”

Ying'er said: "Don't worry, the maid Li who came with his wife to marry is staring at her." ”

Raising her head to show a piece of incense neck in the wind outside, Shen Zhihe looked at the busy outer courtyard from the window, and there was no one in the pavilion, she dropped the window screen, and only then secretly pulled out the paper that was close to her underwear.

"What about the Li family?"

Thorn the lantern, Shen Zhihe let go of his arm and handed it over, and the candle flame instantly spit out the tongue of fire and melted the paper.

"It's a calm one," Ying'er waved her hand to disperse the smoke, and the rosin incense burned it, "It's just that the Ji clan is competitive and overwhelmed, and the slave has already sent her away to serve." ”

"Keep an eye on it." Shen Zhihe's eyes were clear.

The warbler should be.

After the copper leak was turned over thousands of times, Tian Tian Yuhuan smashed the leaky pot, Shen Zhihe got up and held Ying'er's hand: "Let's go." ”

The plain frost is heavy and heavy, and it is paved with a deep and shallow mark when it is landed.

In front of Meng's mansion, a carriage was ready, and Meng Jinghuai was standing on the steps in front of the mansion, with newly planted begonias in the white-glazed basin beside him, watching the little maid carry the fine and soft.

Shen Zhihe was silent and stood beside him.

"Packed up?" Meng Jinghuai looked at her with closed eyes, and his gaze fell on the jade pear flower on her sideburns, "Is your body all right?" ”

Shen Zhihe let out a "hmm", hesitated for a while, and finally raised his hand to brush away the pink and white delicate petals on his shoulder.

"I've been here for six days, and the emperor has allowed me to rest." Meng Jinghuai raised his head and said slowly, and the meaning of his words was hidden in the gloom, "I have to thank your father for allowing him to leave." ”

"It is common sense to worship ancestors as a family, so why say thank you." Shen Zhihe only felt that his eyes were deep, and he looked sideways and looked out of the street.

Meng Jinghuai held his hand, and wanted to say something, but the two of them only heard the heavy footsteps behind them, and looked back, it turned out that the old general Meng and the old lady were ready.

The group of people was mighty, attracting the people's sideways.

"Greetings, mother." Shen Zhihe bowed steadily, and the collision of pearls and jades in his ears stirred up a burst of dazzling.

Old Madam Meng was plainly clean, and her fingertips were plucking a string of one hundred and eight Buddha beads that had been opened, and she didn't give her half a look: "Get up." ”

"It's a long way, let's get into the carriage." General Meng Lao said in a deep voice, glanced at Meng Jinghuai, and went to the front horse alone.

In the year of knowing his fate, he is still vigorous.

Old Madam Meng moved, Shen Zhihe stepped forward to help, but only touched her brushed sleeves, Shen Zhihe's complexion did not change, still respectful, followed the old lady, waited for her to get into the carriage behind the old general, and then walked to the back car.

Ying'er helped the sedan chair, Shen Zhihe rubbed the edge of the cushion and slid the soles of her feet suddenly, she closed her eyes for a moment, but she only felt more strength on her waist, and when she raised her eyes, it was Meng Jinghuai's magnified handsome face.

"Be careful." Meng Jinghuai helped her to the inner seat and sat down, rubbing his fingertips on the raised embroidery on her waist.

Shen Zhihe's cheeks were red and he pursed his lips slightly.

Ying'er moved away from the sedan chair, lowered the curtain for the two of them, and consciously sat outside, instantly isolating the sight of others.

"This time to Luoyang, if you feel unwell, don't endure it."

Meng Jinghuai coughed lightly, sat down at a foot away from her, his eyes were clear, and the palm that had just touched her waist opened and closed, and what was removed was the childish dryness who was poked in the center.

Shen Zhihe answered.

Listening to the noise outside, the carriage set off.

"Why don't you ride a horse?" Shen Zhihe whispered, shaking the shadow through the window, and the warm light reflected on the human face through the window screen softened the eyebrows of the people, blurred the stars, and paused into the deep eyes.

Meng Jinghuai's Adam's apple rolled over twice, and his heart was full of the people around him, and his words were mixed with a little wind and moon: "The road is far away, I'm afraid that you will be uncomfortable." ”

Shen Zhihe frowned against each other and was silent.

She glanced at the interior of the carriage, and the cushions were embroidered with mandarin ducks, made of the softest goose feathers.

The wheels rolled out of the city, Shen Zhihe lifted the corner of the carriage curtain, and the lucky bells hanging on the curtain collided, causing the people on the street to look at each other, a little bored, so he lowered the curtain.

"The Luoyang Mansion is not as prosperous as Huai'an," Meng Jinghuai's expression was cold, but the corners of his eyes and eyebrows softened a little, "Don't you mind." ”

Shen Zhihe raised his wide sleeves to smooth the sideburns and broken hair, and unintentionally glanced at his side: "You know, I'm not a pampered person." ”

Meng Jinghuai frowned silently.

It was he who said more.

Through the hustle and bustle of the city, the carriage reached the outskirts and was visibly bumpy.

Shen Zhihe's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, she was already prone to motion sickness, and she had not recovered long from her illness, but now she only felt dizzy, she secretly suppressed her discomfort and lowered her eyes.

There was only a rustling sound in her ears, and in a moment, the fragrance of Huai Tangerine entered the tip of her nose.

Shen Zhihe raised his eyes, and what he saw was the peeled orange flesh, Meng Jinghuai raised it to her with an indifferent expression, and when he saw that she was surprised, he only took Shen Zhihe's hand, stuffed it into her palm, and looked away:

"It would be better to smell this."

"How do you know......" Shen Zhihe was stunned, looking at Meng Jinghuai's side face.

Meng Jinghuai's expression was unmoving, his body was cold for eternity, but his words were extremely warm, like bubbling living water under the frozen layer, mixed with surging but sleepy helplessness: "Ah He...... It's you who have been hiding from me. ”

Shen Zhihe didn't reply to him, he broke a petal in his mouth, the sweetness and sourness suppressed the feeling of swelling in his stomach, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Meng Jinghuai's hearing and afterglow were all Shen Zhihe's voice and shadow.

What he didn't see was that Shen Zhihe's eyes were hiding the joy that flashed in his eyes, which was obviously better than the sparks in the world, but it only disappeared in an instant in Meng Jinghuai's clear lacquer eyes.