It's you? It's going to be a trick
Today is a big day every three years in Zhufu, and this year is even more, Bamboo Father wants to find a good marriage for his daughter through today's feast. A few days ago, when I asked Zhuyuan to write an invitation, I also spent a lot of thought, I wanted others to know that my daughter not only knows how to learn words, but also writes very well, not as stupid as the outside world said, Zhuyuan only knows how to help his father write a post, and he doesn't know that his father has such a mind.
Early in the morning, the bamboo mansion was very lively, and the maids and grandmothers were busy for a moment. Mrs. Bamboo, Hua Yu is the most busy, directing the maids on how to place the silk.
"Look, this is not well placed, this kind of satin, the most prominent thing is the embroidery on this satin, you should stand up, so that its flower path looks more real and fuller."
"Wait, and you, this is the favorite silk of the royal nobles, it should not be placed in the corners, but in the middle of it, so that it can show its status, you know."
"And you, you, you ......" Hua Yu said with a dry mouth, and dense beads of sweat on his forehead, and he was about to go in to drink tea, when he saw Zhuyuan come out.
"Yuan'er, why did you come out, there are a lot of people here, it's messy, you go into the house and rest, wait for your mother to get it done, how about you come out again?" The Zhu family only gave birth to a daughter in this generation, although the daughter is indifferent to them, but she is also a top-notch person, as long as Zhuyuan is good, nothing else matters.
"Mother, I'll take a look and go back" Zhuyuan looked at the beads of sweat on Hua Yu's forehead, picked up the brocade handkerchief in his hand, and wiped it for her.
"Yuan'er, my son" Hua Yu looked at Zhuyuan, her eyes were doting, thinking about what the scene would be if she could also bear the joy on her knees, but she was just thinking about it.
At noon, the guests also entered the Zhufu one after another to watch the banquet, and Si Le Zhi and Qian Lingyu also entered the banquet on time, and the two of them did not tell their real names, but came to watch the banquet as the subordinates of the master of Fenglin Pavilion. Master Zhu wanted to come to Fenglin Pavilion to be busy with the emperor's list recently, and he lacked skills, so he sent someone to come, and he didn't care, and politely welcomed him into the mansion.
I have to say that this bamboo mansion is really magnificent, and the front hall of the banquet alone can accommodate hundreds of people. The banquet began with singing and dancing, with the servants serving tea and snacks to kill the waiting time of the guests. When the guests are seated is the beginning of the silk appreciation, during which most of the officials come and go to flatter, and they will whisper when they see good-looking dancers. Ladies and ladies, just talk about your rouge, her skirt.
The banquet officially began, and the sweet-looking maids in the house were put into the tray and carried in front of the guests one by one, especially for a moment in front of the ladies and girls of the house. When they see that they are satisfied, they will call the maids separately to take a closer look, and when they are satisfied, they will book a number of horses with the special housekeeper, and then send them to the house.
Si Lezhi looked really boring, said hello to Qian Lingyu, and went to the backyard for a stroll. As far as the eye can see, the entire bamboo mansion is full of the feeling of being rich in armor, glazed tiles, white jade stepping stones, rockeries, and small bridges and flowing water. Even the long corridor between the pavilions seems to have no end in sight. As Si Le Zhi walked aimlessly, he smelled a burst of peach blossoms, and saw a courtyard with the fragrance of flowers, which was incompatible with the bamboo mansion, without a name, and hung an empty plaque. Walking in, the yard is not big, and a few peach trees are planted, which are blooming luxuriantly at this time. Three or five wings are all, and under the peach trees there is a chaise longue and a tea table, and the tea on the tea table is still smoking. A woman in white was lying on a chair with her eyes closed, and a little sunlight was reflected on her face through the peach tree, which was a little unreal. His long hair hung down, and he was holding a book in his hand, as if he was tired of reading. Zhu Yuan was just pretending to sleep at this time, and when he heard the footsteps, he thought it was Xiang Ming, and he didn't open his eyes, and said softly: "Xiang Ming, you can tell me a book." Si Lezhi looked at it, walked over, picked up the book in her hand, coughed his throat, and said in a low voice: "This is your wishful thinking, why are you talking about me like this now?" ”。 Before she finished speaking, Zhu Yuan squinted slightly and opened her eyes, maybe it was a little dazzling, she frowned, and when he saw the person clearly, there was a little anger in her eyes that were always unfazed.
"Is that you? It's going to be a trick."
"Do you know who I am?" Sahle was a little surprised, it seemed that he had never had such a woman in his memory.
"I can't remember that I was invited? Why not in the Frontrooms? Looking at Si Lezhi's face, thinking of the reincarnations that he had passed through with Si Zhu, his heart was somewhat different.
"But I was invited, and I was a little bored, so I looked around" Si Lezhi looked at Zhuyuan, and listening to her tone, it seemed a little familiar.
"In this way, then you can watch it yourself" closed his eyes again, as if no one was there.
"Below, Si Lezhi, there are many disturbances and I hope Haihan" Looking at Zhuyuan's posture of not entering, Si Lezhi waved his hands, reported to his home, and left. When he walked out of the courtyard, two words came faintly behind him: "Bamboo Garden", which must be regarded as a response.
It wasn't until he couldn't hear the footsteps that Zhu Yuan opened his eyes again, picked up the book that was closed on the table, and couldn't read a word. Previously, when he heard about Fenglin Pavilion, it turned out that he was the pavilion master, and it seemed to be a normal thing to think about it, no matter how many reincarnations he went through, he could always make others remember him.
After watching, thinking that the banquet was almost over, Si Lezhi turned back to the front hall and saw some women surrounded by Qian Lingyu. It is not surprising that Si Le Zhi, although Qian Lingyu is a man, he has thin eyes and long eyebrows, and there is always a faint evil spirit on his body, and his words and deeds are even more pleasing to women. In the end, they are all daughters of official families, although they are all hooked by Qianling, but they just cover their mouths and smile lightly, and behave decently. Si Lezhi said goodbye to Master Zhu, and took Qian Lingyu away, and when he left, Qian Lingyu did not forget to secretly send Qiubo to those beautiful girls.
Walking out of the Bamboo Mansion, Si Lezhi looked at Qian Lingyu, and thought for a moment: "Today I met the daughter of the Bamboo Mansion in the Bamboo Mansion, Zhuyuan, I have seen her for the first time, but I feel that I have seen her many times."
"Oh, but it's beautiful, and I always feel like I've seen beautiful women many times." Qian Lingyu smiled evilly, and his answer was also specious.
"Naturally, I am beautiful, but how can I be like you, a gentleman, and countless romances" Si Lezhi felt that he was really looking for the wrong person when he said this to Qian Lingyu, not to mention Qian Lingxiao's character, he was also discouraged by this romantic ruffian.
"I think you want to be romantic, but unfortunately you can't make it, you only have righteousness in your mind, and I'm afraid that you won't be able to understand the affairs of your children in this life." Qian Lingyu closed the folding fan in his hand and knocked on Si Lezhi's shoulder, with a hopeless tone.
"It's so good, I don't care about anything else" Saalman was not angry, brushed his shoulders, strode forward, and walked away without looking back.