After that, the knife mark in my heart is not covered by the magic glue, as long as it has a tendency to crack, in May, the undercurrent above the court is surging, the situation in the Nanguo Mansion is not optimistic, Wei Tiandong and the branches torture each other, I was so angry that Qin Buxian was half dead, and the wound was re-rupturated, so I asked for sick leave, recuperated in the palace with peace of mind, ate and drank well during the day, listened to the play and meditated at night, and raised for more than half a month, and the scar on the heart and mouth had a slight tendency to heal.

And Wei Tian was also addicted to Dong Lizhi for more than half a month because of the death of Dong Lizhi, and he had no intention of going to court, so he simply gave all the ministers a holiday. So in the past half a month, my Dajin court situation has entered an unprecedented stable stage.

The days were smooth and smooth to June, the lotus leaf skirt was cut in one color, the hibiscus opened to both sides of the face, and the imperial capital was also at a time when it could compare the scenery with the Nanguo Mansion.

On the sixth day of the sixth month of June, the Tianzhen Festival, the dragon robe is dried in the palace, and the clothes are dried outside the palace.

I Dajin Dijing played this festival a little, everyone not only dried their clothes on this day, but also took out their own treasured antiques and collected books to dry, and the small shops along the street brought out their own signature dishes and signature wines and dried them together.

When the king was a child, he was very fond of this festival, and every day on this day, he would pull the two emperor brothers and walk between the countless robes hung in the imperial capital to see who could wear them from the palace gate to the west city gate without touching a single piece of clothing.

Later, as I grew up, I found more and more that this game was mentally retarded, so I gradually abandoned it and changed it to eat, drink and have fun all the way from the palace gate to the west city gate, wanton and free.

I threw away the black robe I was used to wearing, replaced it with a refreshing white shirt, and sent someone to greet Xu Guangguang to the house, and handed over my three boxes of clothes to him to dry. He was called because the king remembered the day he was pronounced dead, and he giggled like a pheasant in the presence of the country doctor.

When everything was arranged, I took a bag of silver myself, took three steps and made two steps, and ran out of the house.

A food stall in front of Willow Leaf Bay is a place I have always liked to go to, there is a 400-year-old willow tree next to the bay, the canopy is like a canopy of vigorous flowers, a narrow bay like willow leaves is covered tightly, there are ten small stalls around the trunk of the right bank of the river bay to do business, named "Willow Ten Garden".

I bought a salty and crispy pancake fruit, held a bowl of cold plum juice, carried a bag of spiced sunflower seeds, jumped on the canopy, followed a thick branch into the left bank of the river, lifted my shirt and sat down, looked up to see a large area with cool blue leaves, and when I looked down, I saw the familiar fan shopkeeper of the "ink fan workshop" setting up a stall under the tree, and took a closer look, a few fans were written on the word Ouyang Xun, After eating, you can also jump down to buy a new fan, think about it immediately refreshed, relaxed, and suddenly feel that the scene in the sky should be like this, but the gods should be at ease as me.

But there is a word called "joy and sorrow".

Just as the king was nibbling on the pancake fruit, he accidentally glanced at the lotus-patterned sleeves under the tree and probed into the fan.

The temple jumped in response to the scene, and before the fruit in the pancake could be chewed, the crispy horn cut his throat and was swallowed hard, and the king who grinned in pain brushed open a willow leaf branch, and sure enough, he saw a blue silk shirt wearing a crown of lotus bones.

There was also a slim moon-white robe beside him, and an inky ribbon tied around his head.

Zhao Mengqing's road is narrow, and he is angry with the king Qin Buen.

The two of them hooked up like this and went out together for the festival.

Zhao Mengqing's hand touched the fan that this king had just taken a fancy to, and smiled at Qin Buxian: "How about this one?" ”

The shopkeeper immediately said: "The guest officer has good eyesight, this fan is copied by Mr. Ouyang's words, the real handwriting costs three hundred taels, and this pair only costs ten taels." ”

Xu was beside Zhao Mengqing, Qin Buxian's face was no longer as cold and cold as usual, the sunlight fell on her face, and her whole person also had a gentle light, she looked at Zhao Mengqing, and a brisk smile appeared on her face: "I still don't want this one." ”

Zhao Mengqing took out a few gold leaves from his sleeve pocket and put them in front of the shopkeeper: "Where is the authentic handiwork?" ”

The shopkeeper looked at the gold leaf with a sad face: "This ...... This ......"

The original work is here in this king.

More than half a month ago, the feast of Shengjingyuan was soaked in grape juice.

Qin Buxian raised his hand to stop him: "Meng Qing, don't ask the shopkeeper, I don't like this one very much." ”

Meng Qing?

I don't know when the two of them developed to such a close point, and almost threw down the pancake fruit and jumped down, turning into a big stick to pick off this pair of mandarin ducks.

Zhao Mengqing under the tree got cheap and sold well, saved gold and asked: "Why not?" ”

Qin Buxian still smiled, but there was some helplessness in his tone: "I feel distressed when I look at this fan." ”

"Distressed?" Zhao Mengqing was puzzled.

She sighed: "Yes, I once saw the authenticity of this fan be destroyed by a certain vassal who didn't know calligraphy. Thinking of Mr. Ouyang's Mobao being so ruined, I feel distressed. ”

What a vassal and elegant, but he doesn't actually know calligraphy, a bastard.

The shopkeeper opened his eyes: "This son...... Do you know Chong'an......"

The king finally couldn't help jumping down, and his anger rushed to his internal strength, and countless willow leaves fell down together, covering the fan stall tightly.

I took out the jade flower crown that she had fallen at my feet that day and did not pick it up, and knocked it slightly on her shoulder, and when she didn't turn around, in the shocked gaze of Zhao Mengqing on the other side, I am afraid that it is not very good-looking: "I am not the king of Chong'an, dare to ask this son, is the 'vassal elegance who doesn't know calligraphy' in your mouth me?" ”

She turned her head from the falling willow leaves, frowned, looked at me with retarded eyes, and then at the jade crown in my hand.

The king took her hand and placed the jade crown firmly in her palm, changing it to an amiable smile: "Last time, your jade crown fell to me." ”

Zhao Mengqing's expression paused slightly, and he fell into the arms of this king.

Qin Buxian didn't have any intention of talking to me, he reached out and pulled Zhao Mengqing's sleeve, and said in a low voice: "I'm a little hungry, let's find a place to eat." ”

I stumbled forward, squinting and smiling to flatter: "This king hasn't eaten either." ”

As soon as the words fell, an evil wind blew, and a three-bitten pancake fruit, a bowl of sour plum juice, and a bag of sunflower seeds fell on the canopy. So the shopkeeper's fan was ruined.

Zhao Mengqing hadn't taken back the gold leaf that came in handy, but he was not stingy, and there was no resentment on his face, so he consciously handed it over to the shopkeeper, and apologized for the king by the way: "Disturb the shopkeeper, you don't have to find extra money." ”

The shopkeeper took the gold leaf and was grateful.

In fact, sometimes I think about it seriously, putting aside my preconceptions about his pursuit of Wei Tian, Zhao Mengqing is a person who can't be faulted: he looks good and loves to read, his calligraphy is really elegant, he treats people gently, and he is generous and generous.

But I thought of what he told me when I first returned to the imperial capital to see Lu Shu: "A few days ago, Zhao Mengqing, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, came to see the emperor, and when he passed by me, he asked me softly if the osmanthus wine in Nanguo Mansion was so sweet. Last year, I supervised the shipbuilding in Nanguo Mansion, and when I came back, I gave him two jars of osmanthus wine. He didn't ask me about the taste of osmanthus wine last year, but this year he did. ”

And the matter of secretly threatening Lu Shu with osmanthus wine, no matter how much gold leaves he spends, he can't change the king's prejudice against him.

Qin Buxian didn't know about these things between me and Zhao Mengqing, so he was very puzzled by what her top boss Zhao Daren, who she longed for and even felt that she was not worthy, was doing, and her cold eyes fell on me, and she wondered Zhao Mengqing: "Obviously he destroyed these fans, how did you clean up the mess for him?" ”

Zhao Mengqing smiled and said: "I am an official in the same dynasty as His Royal Highness King Chong'an, there should be no distinction between him and me, I want to clean up His Highness's stall, and I am afraid that my affairs will trouble His Highness more in the future." ”

I couldn't figure out the meaning of his words, so I only took the words and said politely: "Lord Zhao broke the bill today, so Xiao Wang and I will invite you for this meal at noon." ”

When Qin Buxian heard this, he also abandoned his previous suspicions and nodded kindly.

Just half an hour later, she brought me and Zhao Mengqing to the door of the most expensive restaurant in the imperial capital—a high-rise building that is rumored to be a table of 1,000 taels and cannot be booked during the New Year's holidays. Yes, one table can be worth three folding fans with Ouyang Xun's authentic handwritings, not counting the dishes on the table.

Why is this high-rise building so expensive, but there is still an endless stream of people who come here to book a table? Because this restaurant is facing the back door of Prime Minister Gao Shu's mansion, "looking at the tall building" is not to take the word "ascending high and looking far", but to look at the back door of the prime minister, hoping to make friends with it.

Prime Minister Gao's back door only opened at midnight, so the diners of this restaurant had to eat until dark every time they ate, and then took advantage of the darkness to walk into Prime Minister Gao's back door with antiques and curiosities, gold, silver and jewelry.

That's why I hate this restaurant the most. It's not that it's expensive and makes this king feel pain, but every time I pass by, two lines of poetry consciously hang out in my mind:

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road;

Those who are all over Luo Qi are not silkworm breeders.

I didn't expect Qin Buxian to choose this place, but thinking about what her father did back then, I was also calm: Cheng Yu was right, maybe there really is a father and a daughter, she may really want to follow her father's old path, and go to the big corrupt official Gao Shu instead of taking the right path.

The king waved away the two flies in front of him, laughed and said, "Heh, Lord Qin's vision is really good, I am afraid that this meal will be worth ten folding fan stalls." ”

She turned around, raised an eyebrow and smiled, and stimulated me, "What? His Royal Highness King Chong'an, who has a lot of money and spoils a fan without blinking, can't he even afford a meal? ”