At that time, Shi Heng was fascinated by Xiao He's bag of silver. He thought about it, and he only thought of a reasonable explanation for this bag of silver and Xiao He's actions, which could explain all this-didn't he think that my dignified prince of the prince's mansion was distressed about money, right?

Oh - I sit in the palace, and there are countless treasures in the palace...... Thinking of this, Duan Heng suddenly smiled, Xiao He, Xiao He, you are really interesting.

When Duan Shengyi stepped into the study, he saw his brother smiling at a bulging bag of things. She had never seen her brother smile so happily, and she wondered what it was.

Duan Heng said that it was just silver, so she was even more curious.

"My brother is smiling so happily, can flowers still bloom in this bag of silver?" Duan Shengyi looked incredulous, tilting his head slightly and fiddling with the bag of silver.

His sister rarely had such a quiet and beautiful time, and Duan Heng's heart suddenly softened. He stood up and gently touched his sister's head. Even if Duan Shengyi's hairpin was at a sharp angle and made his palms hurt, he didn't care.

"Sheng Yi, do you remember the little cui bu shake that my brother gave you?"

Duan Shengyi nodded, looking excited, "Of course I remember." Princess Wan'er also sent me a similar one, although the craftsmanship of the Royal House of Internal Affairs is more exquisite. But I still prefer it from my brother. ”

"Is it because of the different people who give it that the meaning of the gift to the owner is different?" Duan Heng's voice was gentle, trying to follow the path.

"I understand that the person who gave my brother this bag of silver must have a different meaning to my brother. Who could that be? ”

Speaking of this bag of silver, Duan Heng laughed again.

"He's—it's funny." He realized that in his impression, it seemed that no other words could describe Xiao He.

"Is he ...... Is it called Xiao He? Duan Shengyi was in a panic in her heart, the fact that she was getting closer and closer to that person made her afraid, and she was extremely hopeful that it would not, and her always solemn voice was a little unstable.

"Yes, do you know Shengyi?" Duan Hengzheng was surprised that his sister, who was pampered and didn't care about court affairs, knew this name. For a moment, there was a sudden tingling pain in the palm of his hand, and as Duan Shengyi turned around excitedly, it became bloody.

The bag in Duan Shengyi's hand was discarded on the ground by her, and she could vaguely see that the word "Xiao" was embroidered.

At this moment, Duan Shengyi's heart felt as if he had fallen to the mountains, and half of the sky had collapsed. Anger drove her to abandon her usual reserve and innocence, and sharply questioned her brother, who was still gently caressing her green silk for a second.

"Why? Why Xiao He again? It's obviously a man, but he provoked one or two of you to be bewitched by him, I think he's a demon! ”

Duan Shengyi's carefully combed sideburns fell together due to the fierce movements under her emotional control, and finally lost control and scattered into a pile of messy hair. At this time, in Duan Heng's eyes, compared to Xiao He, who seemed to be chattering like a demon in Duan Shengyi's mouth, his unreasonable sister at this time was more like a demon.

But Duan Heng, as an elder brother, he couldn't bear to criticize his sister, and of course he couldn't.

First of all, Duan Shengyi is like this, he can't let other people in the mansion know, there are many people, and it is not good for his sister's reputation to spread it. Secondly, he could not do anything at this time, and those who were angry would not listen to the advice. Now he can only watch from the sidelines, don't let her hurt herself, and then quietly wait for his sister to finish the seizure.

The pearl is covered with dust, and I have had it.

Duan Heng didn't know what was going on between his sister and Xiao He, but based on what his sister said, he roughly guessed that it was mostly related to Mu Churan. It's not surprising that for someone like Xiao He of unknown origin and interesting, Mu Churan is afraid that he is more attentive than himself.

Mu Churan, Mu Churan, my father died for your Mu family's country, but my sister fell in love with you, are you the knot that our Duan family is destined to be unable to bypass?

Duan Heng knew that he was guarding the position of the son of this world empty, but he couldn't do anything. The prince with a different surname is already on the verge of the court, not to mention the Jiangmen family, the queen mother's relatives. These identities seem to be noble and glorious, but in fact, the opposite side of the identity is destined to be pressed under the words "high merit and high authority, and relatives are involved in politics".

Thinking of this, Duan Heng looked at his sister who still refused to stop, and sighed invisibly. There is unwillingness, pity, and sadness in this tone, but more helplessness.

Duan Shengyi was bound by the rules and regulations of everyone in the etiquette on weekdays, probably suppressed for too long, and she was no longer restraining herself at the moment, she was extremely irritable, and the four treasures of the study neatly placed in Duan Heng's study were smashed clean by her.

After a while, when she was tired and quiet, the Shizi's study was already a mess. In Duan Heng's opinion, this moment seems to be more torturous than a year.

Duan Shengyi's anger gradually subsided, and when she slowly recovered, she was already tired and almost fainted. Duan Heng stepped forward to catch his sister in two steps and hugged her back to her boudoir.

found her sister's personal maid to groom and change her clothes for her, and Duan Shengyi, who fell asleep, was very well-behaved and quiet, the same as when she was a child.

He stared at his sister's tired sleeping face, as if he had gone back many years ago, when his father was still there and they were children.

Duan Heng's father has been fighting abroad for many years, and the war is dangerous, but every time his father returns, it is another layer of glory. In just a few years, due to his good leadership and remarkable achievements, Duan's father gradually became a general from a mere deputy general many years ago, and at that time his aunt also had a stable position in the palace, and no one could shake the position of the middle palace, and their Duan family was in the limelight. Duan Heng still remembered that the emperor had set up a huge banquet to welcome the generals who had returned to the dynasty, and he had personally ordered people to prepare vegetables for his father.

But what Duan Heng misses the most is not these days when flowers were brocade, but when his father just became a deputy general. At that time, Sheng Yi had just turned seven years old, and he was only ten years old, and every time his father came back, he would take them to the hillside to play. His mother took Sheng Yi to pick wild flowers and recognize weeds, and his father taught him archery and swordsmanship, and at that time he understood that he would grow into a man like his father, and then protect his mother and sister with his father.

Later, this idea was shattered at a celebration banquet. At that time, as usual, they attended the lavish celebration feast, waiting for their father's triumph as usual. Who knew that as soon as the palace door opened, the soldiers who returned to the dynasty were full of relatives, but there was no father among the leaders, and only the news of his father's death on the battlefield followed.

The lavish celebration banquet turned into a posthumous banquet, and they were enshrined in this Anwang Mansion and a number of titles, and they themselves became the honorable Royal Highness of the Prince. But Duan Heng never let go of his father's death for someone else's country. One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, and a king will have cold bones.

The vivid back of the past has now become a green mound, and the sorrow and remembrance are like a never-ending dream in Duan Heng's memory. No matter where he is in the gentle township, where he shoots arrows on horseback, in any place in the south and north of the world, he is quiet and closes his eyes, and all rush in.

Duan Heng often reminisces about the past, but rarely relies on the past like now. Because once a person carries too much weight, he will walk slowly.

At dusk, Mu Qingwan was listening to the play with the Queen Mother in the Queen Mother's palace.

On the newly built stage of Chaolu Palace, the most famous Kunqu opera troupe in the imperial capital was invited, and they sang "Dream in the Garden".

opened his mouth to eat the new orange peeled by Mu Qingwan, and lovingly brushed his daughter's clothes.

"Wan'er is really filial, and she sat here with her mother to listen to this drama." As he spoke, his eyes were full of affection.

"It's not like your brother, who has been so busy lately that he can't even take care of his mother." Leng Qingchen mentioned Mu Churan, with a look of feigned anger.

"By the way, did your brother agree to the matter of building a lake? Leng Qingchen stared at the stage with a pair of eyes, as if asking casually.

Mu Qingwan obediently rested her head gently on the queen mother's lap, like a precious cat. Coquettishly said: "Queen Mother, Wan'er reads and remembers that the sage once said, 'I have three provinces and my body', and Wan'er did it once when she went back, and found that as the princess of our Great Yin Kingdom, Wan'er has the responsibility to set an example for the subjects of the world." This construction of the lake, the cost of the people and money, if it is just to satisfy the personal desires of the princess, it will be a shame for our royal family. ”

Leng Qingchen was very excited when he heard this, waved his hand to disperse the troupe, and explained the heavy reward.

She pulled Mu Qingwan up and looked left and right, her eyebrows were full of disbelief.

"Oops, my girl has grown up. Not only knows how to be filial to the queen mother, but also knows how to work for the country and think about the people. ”

Mu Qingwan clutched the cuffs of the queen mother and shook it lightly, and the pride and embarrassment of being praised were clearly revealed.

"Ahh

Mu Qingwan was very curious, "Why are you sighing, Queen Mother?" Is there something wrong with Juan'er? ”

Leng Qingchen shook his head, turned around and pinched Mu Qingwan's pink and tender little face.

"When this child grows up, he is going to get married. I'm thinking that our family is so beautiful and virtuous, I don't know which family has this blessing. ”

This sentence made Mu Qingwan's face flush with shame, and he covered his face with both hands and only drilled into Leng Qingjian's arms.

Leng Qingchen patted her shoulder lovingly, and a pair of eyes looked straight at the sunset and birds on the horizon, as if thinking about something.

The night was already deep, and the slight coolness permeated the dark colored bricks and tiles on the walls of the mansion, and the palace of King An was quiet.

Duan Heng hadn't slept yet, holding a bright lamp in his hand, and sitting in the gazebo not far from Duan Shengyi's boudoir.

The lamp in the palm is burning, the eyebrows are hidden in the soft wind, and the grass and trees under the pavilion have a slight frost. In this huge palace, Duan Heng at this moment has no friends of wine and meat, no soft voice, he puts away his usual wandering appearance during the day, and the surroundings are cold and cold, lonely like a wandering poet.

Duan Heng only sat quietly, occasionally looking up at his sister's boudoir, and the faint dancing candle flame could be seen faintly as far as his eye could see, reflecting on the painting screen of Wu Shancui in front of the window. The poem "Silver Candle Autumn Light Cold Painting Screen" always becomes concrete and vivid from the stereotypical poetry collection after nightfall.

Tian Xiang ran quickly on the bluestone slab, panting and saying, "Shizi-the county lord, she woke up and wanted to see you." ”

Duan Heng nodded and walked towards Duan Shengyi's boudoir.