"I don't feel tired." Li Yizhe fiddled with the rim of the teacup and smiled, "It's just that I'm a selfish person, and if I have you, I have to think about getting your heart again." ”

"Then Your Majesty may be disappointed, the concubine is timid, and she refuses to give such important things as her heart." Ruoyan took a sip of tea, "After the matter is over, Your Majesty should also go back." ”

"Ah Yan." Li Yizhe wanted to say something more, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to get up and leave: "You have a good rest." ”

"Your Majesty." Ruoyan suddenly stopped him, "Tomorrow, the concubine will make begonia soup in the small kitchen in the palace." ”

Li Yizhe was stunned, Ruoyan was inviting him to come over tomorrow, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed. When I went out of the palace gate, I saw the begonias in the garden like snow, and happily said to Lin Gonggong: "The begonia flowers are blooming." ”

Gonggong Lin responded with a smile: "Yes, it's mid-spring, and the begonias are blooming." ”

The tree and begonia in the Huayan courtyard also bloomed, Luo Hansheng sat in the courtyard with only a thin green shirt and a coat, the soup in the medicine pot was steaming, and the strong smell of medicine was wafting in the yard, and the aroma of the begonia was extremely light, so it was impossible to smell it at all.

Luo Hansheng was holding a jar of begonia candied fruit in his hand. Time flies so fast, obviously when the begonia flowers bloomed before, his Yan'er was still in this yard, even if he was angry with him, even if he didn't give him a good look, but at least she was here.

He still remembers that he told her that there were new golden begonias in the garden, and he still remembers that he told her that begonia preserves are made in the house every year and put them in the cellar to hide. He used to eat the candied fruit alone, but now he is still the only one who eats it.

Luo Hansheng picked out a candied fruit from the jar with a skewer and put it in his mouth - not sweet, really bitter.

A gust of wind blew, and it rained begonia flowers, and the petals fell on Luo Hansheng's hair, clothes, and shoulders. He didn't shoot them off either, he just sat and sat dry. The reddened corners of his eyes during the illness were flat and white, which added a bit of charm to him. It looks shockingly beautiful, but it is also like a bubble in the sun, as if it will shatter at the touch of it, and as if he is not from this world - how can the world have such a appearance?

Xu is wind was still a little cold, Luo Hansheng coughed, still holding the jar of candied fruit tightly in his hand.

After a long time, Luo Hansheng made a voice: "Little Five." ”

"Yes."

"Send this candied fruit to the palace." He handed the jar in his hand to Xiao Wu, covered his mouth and continued to cough, as if he wanted to cough out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

Lian'er poured the medicine from the medicine pot into a porcelain bowl and brought it up, and put a plum on the plate to remove the smell of Chinese medicine.

Luo Hansheng picked up the medicine bowl and drank it in one go. But his hand rested on the plum.

He laughed: "Lang came on a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums." The medicine is bitter, and the plums are even more bitter. ”

"Then does Xiangye still want plums? Will you remove the plums in the future? Lian'er asked softly.

Luo Hansheng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "There is no need to withdraw, in this world, I just can't give up this green plum." It's sour and bitter, and I can't quit. ”

Lian'er retreated, she knew that Xiangye missed the second miss.

The flowering period of begonias is the same, but it is no longer human.

In the evening, a light rain suddenly began to fall outside. Luo Hansheng woke up from his sleep, put on his clothes and pushed open the window, and the begonias swayed in the rain, falling red to the ground.

Luo Hansheng sighed lightly, closed the window and lay down on the bed again.

Suddenly, Xiao Wu knocked on the door and came in: "Xiangye, something has been sent from the palace." ”

"In the palace?" Luo Hansheng asked.

"Yes, the palace maid who sent it said that it was a spring reward from her master, but she didn't say who her master was."

"Have you seen anything?"

"Look, it's a food box, and inside is a bowl of begonia soup, two youth leagues, and a plate of ginkgo seeds."

Luo Hansheng pinched the corners of the quilt: "Bring the food box." ”

Xiao Wu carried the food box to the head of Luo Hansheng's bed, put it down, and retreated to the outer room to wait.

Luo Hansheng opened the food box and tasted a bite of begonia soup and smiled, this is something sent by Jiaofang Palace. He always felt that something was wrong with the food box, and when he knocked on it, he found that there was a mezzanine hidden at the bottom of the box, and he pulled it out to see that it was a flower note.

"When I see the words, I feel that you always avoid me, there is no way. It is often said that eating people has a soft mouth, and they have made some food to bribe you to use. If not, choose a day for the spring banquet, Qu Shui Liuzhen, surnamed Cui Mingying. ”

Luo Hansheng pondered for a long time, looked at the flower note more than a hundred times, and finally sighed, put the flower note on the candle flame and burned it clean.

The flower notes were burned to ashes, and Luo Hansheng looked at those ashes and sighed with a wry smile. It's not that he doesn't want to go, it's that he can't.

This spring rain fell carefully and densely for another two days.

Yun Ting didn't wait for Ruoyan to return to the Mansion, but waited for a post. On the bank of the winding water, the literati gathered.

Qushui Liuzhen has been an elegant saying since ancient times. This spring banquet was hosted by Meng Tingrui, the second young master of the Meng family, and the Meng family has been loyal and good for generations, and there have been many famous ministers. It's a pity not to go to this feast.

Yun Ting sat in front of the desk and knocked on the table and chuckled, how could he not go if someone handed over the post?

The post was naturally handed to Luo Hansheng, and Luo Hansheng accepted the post and read it several times.

On the second day of the Spring Banquet, all the famous literati and scholars in Chang'an City arrived. Ruoyan asked Qiu Mian to change his man's clothes for himself and pretend to be a noble son. Qiu Mian is worthy of being the daughter of a family of doctors, although she has only seen her father reshape people, but after trying her hands for two days, she will also clean up Ruoyan decently.

Ruoyan's identity at the banquet this time is the son of the Cui family, surnamed Cui Mingying, because he has been weak since he was a child, he only drinks in the pavilion, and the personal maid sends cups and cups to and fro. There is a bamboo curtain hanging on the outside of the pavilion, and a screen is set up inside, which really looks like it can't stand the wind and cold at all.

The Cui family was originally Meng Zhaoyi's mother's family, the Marquis of Pingyang, and they were also a big family.

The identity of the Cui family is naturally not low, and with Meng Tingrui on the side to take care of it, naturally there is nothing wrong.

Ruoyan shouted to the young master of the Meng family and his cousin entered the table. The scholar on the side looked at the young master of the Meng family who personally led people in and stretched his neck, and wanted to see what kind of person this was.

Ruoyan entered the pavilion and sat down, just waiting for Luo Hansheng to come.

Meng Tingrui sent Ruoyan to the banquet and shook his sleeves, straightened the hem of his clothes, and arched his hand: "Today, Meng is fortunate to invite all the guests to come, and it is really a blessing for Meng to live three lives." The sake is ready, but please enjoy it. ”

"Meng Ershao, Yun is not late, right?"

Suddenly, Ruoyan shuddered. How did Yunting come? She remembered that her brother had never liked the gatherings of these literati and artists, and said that she only liked to dance with knives and guns, and could not appreciate these elegant things.

Meng Tingrui was also stunned when she heard this, and when she saw that Yun Ting had approached, she tried to pull out a smile: "Why is Grandpa here?" ”

"Meng Shao's post has arrived, how dare Yun not come?"

Meng Tingrui's face was stagnant again, his sister told him, be careful of the new protector, if she saw Ruoyan and brought it back, it was reasonable for someone to take her sister back to the house, but it was a big crime for her to help Ruoyan get out of the palace.

Now that Yun Ting has arrived, it will be difficult for my sister to explain things.

Just thinking about it, Yun Ting asked with a smile, "I heard that the son of the Cui family is also here?" ”

Meng Tingrui was excited, strengthened his mind and replied with a smile: "Yes, my cousin has been weak since he was a child, and he contracted a cold a few days ago, so he didn't have to come, but he hadn't participated in such a banquet a few times, so I interceded with my aunt." No, Haosheng sat in the gazebo, and he didn't even dare to let the wind in. If I get seriously ill when I go back, my aunt will probably skin me. ”

"In this case, I won't bother the Cui family. Just say hello. With that, Yun Ting walked towards the gazebo.

"I heard that the son of the Cui family has also arrived, so I came to pay a visit." Yun Ting said loudly.

"Grandpa is very loving, Cui has thanked him. cough cough," a clear male voice came out, listening to it to know that he was weak, and coughing as he spoke, "It's just that Cui is infected with a cold, and insisting on coming is already causing trouble to his cousin, cough, so I won't invite my grandfather, if I give my grandfather after illness, it will be Cui's sin." ”

Yun Ting's fingertips buckled into his palm, did he guess wrong, isn't Ruoyan in the pavilion, could it really be the son of the Cui family? Luo Hansheng didn't come today, could it be that Ruoyan canceled the trip?

It's just that the eyeliner he planted in the palace clearly handed him a message that Ruoyan would come today.

Yun Ting laughed, it looked like today's banquet was interesting.

Meng Tingrui mentioned his throat in his heart, for fear of making a mistake, but he didn't dare to show it too obviously, he had heard that the new protector was not a good match, although His Majesty had not given him an official position, but the hundred-legged insect died but did not stiffen, Yun Ting was able to survive the disaster of the year and now he can inherit the title, and there are always some hole cards and some means in his hand.

At the beginning of the feast, the tray with wine glasses came and went in the water, and the sound of silk and bamboo was endless.

Yun Ting's hand was skillful and quiet, and the tray stopped in front of Meng Tingrui as if it had eyes. The tray that Yun Ting put down also reached the edge of the pavilion, and when it was released again, the poems were written on the flower paper and lay in the tray.

Yun Ting looked at the tray that was sent out and curled the corners of his lips.

Meng Tingrui also felt strange, why did the wine plate stop in front of him, and he didn't drink it, he was already a little drunk after more than half an hour.

Meng Tingrui's personal servant looked at the master like this, and couldn't help but worry, the nobles in the pavilion must not make a mistake, the master was almost drunk, and it wouldn't be troublesome if he couldn't take care of it, so he moved to take a look.

Who knew that this sight almost scared him to death on the spot.

The man is gone.

In the pavilion, except for the violinist who had passed out and had asked for Ruoyan's voice, everyone else seemed to have evaporated, leaving no trace at all.

It's just that a handkerchief on the ground is stained with a few bits of blood, telling him that things are not so simple.

Losing the concubine Niangniang is a big crime of the Nine Clans!

He hurriedly ran to Meng Tingrui to talk about it, and did not forget to bring the blood-stained handkerchief.

Meng Tingrui's wine was mostly dispersed at once, how can this be good? Cold sweat crawled all over his back, and he lost the flesh on the heart of the emperor and the prime minister under his nose!

"You go, take my waist card and go to my sister." Meng Tingrui trembled and handed the waist card to the little guy, "Be quick." ”