Ten years later.

"Hey, I said, do you know the Zhu family?" The proprietress of the jade shop waved to the proprietress of the rouge shop next door and called her out to talk about homely things.

"Are you talking about the bamboo family of the Bamboo Garden Silk Village? The reputation is so big, I naturally know that "the proprietress of the rouge shop, holding a bronze mirror, admired the newly toned rouge on her face, and liked it very much.

"It's that bamboo family, I heard recently, Miss Zhuyuan of Zhuyuan Silk Village, is an idiot" The proprietress of the jade shop also touched the fine jade bracelet in her hand, and her tone was a little regretful.

"No wonder, I've never seen the true face of Miss Zhujia, but I don't know if I'm an idiot" When the proprietress of the rouge shop heard this, she put down the bronze mirror in her hand, as if she had heard something big, and her face was shocked.

"As far as I know, although this young lady is demented, she also looks like a beautiful eye, with a peach cheek and a smile, and is extremely beautiful," said the proprietress of the jade shop, still gesturing on her face.

"That's a pity."

"Who's to say it isn't".

Bamboo Mansion, located at the foot of the Son of Heaven in the capital, the Lord of Bamboo Mansion is a businessman who is as famous as Tao Zhu Gong Fan Li. Gold and silver treasures are really the most desireless things for him, but his daughter Zhuyuan has always been a big stone in his heart. Recently, there have been rumors outside that his baby daughter is an idiot, which makes it difficult for him to sleep.

Zhuyuan is not as stupid as outsiders say, but he is also stupid. She is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the female embroidery is also a good shot. But since I was a child, I didn't talk much, and I didn't laugh like other girls, but like a puppet, and I didn't have any life. It has long passed the year of Xuan, and after four years of waiting, no one has proposed marriage. This bad reputation at the moment makes the old man and his wife anxious.

"Miss, Miss, I heard that Hongyanlou invited Mr. Storyteller to tell the story again today, do you want to listen to it" Xiangming trotted all the way, her tone was slightly panting, and her immature face was also red.

"Where are you talking about today?" I didn't see anyone, only heard a faint voice coming from behind the curtain in the wing, and I couldn't hear any emotion.

"Miss, the slave maid inquired, today it is Liang Zhu "The tea is almost the age of the year, and it is the age of curiosity about these love legends, and the voice is slightly excited.

"Liang Zhu ......, then listen", after speaking, he stretched out a slender hand after hanging the curtain. Looking up at it with his hand, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a beautiful face that is beautiful and pleasing to the eye. A cold goose egg face, jade feather eyebrows, phoenix eyes slightly raised, eyes like the autumn moon cool and thin. The nose is straight, the cherry lips are ruddy, and Zhu Dan is not pointed. Splashed ink and black hair, scattered behind him at will, only two strands of sideburns loosely tied behind the ears, obliquely inserted a peach hairpin, without any patterns. No makeup and no makeup, better than countless pink delicacy beauties. Dressed in a pale pink gown, draped in a white gauze coat, and without any ribbon decoration around the waist, standing like this is also breathtaking. It's just that this look is dull, I can't see through it, I can't guess. This woman is the daughter of the bamboo family, Zhuyuan, and Xiaopiao. What Xiao Piao's original name was, no one knows, the Wheel King saw that she had been floating in the world for many years, with no place to live, so he called her Xiao Piao, and she herself felt commensurate, so she was called by someone. Now it is called the Bamboo Garden, she likes it, the sound of the bamboo into the garden, bursts of peach fragrance into the nose, even if it is not long, you can feel a little at ease.

In other words, this Liang Shanbo was also ecstatic when he knew that Zhu Yingtai was his daughter. Subsequently, he exchanged heartfelt complaints with Na Zhu Yingtai and set a lifelong commitment. In a few days, he said goodbye to Yingtai, returned to his hometown Bingming's parents, and came to propose marriage. Who knows...... "Mr. Storyteller sat on the stage, the folding fan opened and closed, and the atmosphere was precisely said to be wonderful, Xiang Ming helped Zhuyuan to come in, and found a place to sit in the corner, Zhuyuan wore a veil and hat, covering himself tightly. Xiangming knew her own lady's preferences, and she had always been unfazed, without desires or desires, so she didn't book a seat in advance.

"Miss, it's a coincidence that we came" Xiang Ming helped Zhuyuan to do a good job, and when he heard what the storyteller said was wonderful, he leaned over and whispered in Zhuyuan's ear. Zhuyuan listened, but did not reply.

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When Zhu Yingtai got married, he specially passed by the place where Liang Shanbo was buried, and when he saw the tombstone, he was really sad and screaming. Crying while running, after a while, the red wedding dress was already white. Touching the tombstone, talking about lovesickness, Xu is moving the world, suddenly the wind is strong, the clouds cover the fog barrier, the tomb opens a crack from the middle, Zhu Yingtai jumped into the tomb without saying a word, and went to the Yellow Spring with it, and finally turned into two butterflies and flew out" The storyteller was very excited when he talked about the back, and stood up and gestured with his hands, as if he was the winner of the story.

"Woo woo, so touched, Miss, do you say that people can really turn into butterflies and fall in love" After listening to the story, Xiangming cried very sadly, pinched her handkerchief, and wiped her tears.

"How is love, I don't know, this heartbroken pain, I'm afraid it won't have anything to do with me" Zhuyuan didn't get up, looked at the tea in front of him, sat quietly, and said these words thoughtfully.

"Miss, the slave doesn't want you to experience such a sad love, I see, happiness is the best love."

"Really? I...... Can there be one, too?" Zhuyuan whispered, but he couldn't hear what emotion it was.

"Yes, there will be naturally, Miss, it's not too early, let's go back early, wait for the master to be in a hurry" Xiangming picked up the bamboo garden, got up and walked out of the door.

"Hey, Miss, where did our carriage go, why didn't you see it, Miss, you wait, I'll look for it" Xiangming didn't see her carriage when she went out, so she wanted to look for it.

"It's okay, let's go" Zhu Yuan took Xiang Ming's hand and called her.

The two of them walked a few steps, and at the corner of the alley, they saw their carriage, and the coachman Ah Lai was looking left and right on the carriage.

"Ah Lai, Ah Lai, what are you doing here, why don't you wait at the door of Hongyan Tower." Xiangming saw Ah Lai and shouted loudly. Ah Lai heard the sound of fragrant tea, jumped out of the carriage, and walked to the bamboo garden.

"Miss, it's not that Ah Lai is unwilling, it's really no way, just Ah Lai was waiting at the door, and the people from this Hongyan Lou came out to catch up, saying that our carriage is all plain, looking unlucky, and asking the little one to stop somewhere else, the little one knows that the young lady has no other preferences, just likes to listen to books, and doesn't want to disturb the interest of the young lady, so he takes it upon himself to wait here" Ah Lai touched his head, didn't dare to look directly at the bamboo garden, and told the story.

"It's okay, Ah Lai, you go back first, I'll go with Xiang Ming again" Zhuyuan wandered for a long time before, and then had a short period of stability in Zhufu, so he rarely moved, and he felt quite comfortable walking around today, so he asked Ah Lai to go back to the house first.