After the song, I heard applause, Bai Fuzi nodded with satisfaction, waiting to make a comment, but it was time for the end of class.

……

"Qin Luoxue, you and Zhou Gong had a very good conversation."

When I was packing up the piano, there was a voice from behind me that looked like a white master. I was so shocked that I hurriedly looked back, but it was Ankang who was learning how to speak.

An Kang smiled and looked at Qin Luoxue, who was sleeping on the table, his face was full of warmth.

Qin Luoxue was so frightened that she stood up, wiped off the remaining transparent liquid from the corners of her mouth, was confused, and still didn't forget to excuse herself: "Master, the student listened with relish, and he was never lazy."

Ankang covered his mouth and giggled, Qin Luoxue realized that he had been deceived, glared at her and roared, "Ouyang Ankang, why are you so annoying." ”

After calming his anger, seeing that everyone was packing up the books, he didn't care about Ankang anymore, and turned around to beckon the little guy to sort out the paper inkstone. When I turned my head to look at Yunkang, I found that she had already packed up and walked out of the door, and immediately followed.

When only me and Meng Jie were left in the room, he sat in the front seat with a wave of his sleeves, two slender arms on my desk, and said with a smile: "I have recently developed a new medicine, Peiyuan Guben is refreshing, and the taste is excellent, with licorice hawthorn, sweet and sour, and appetizing, do you want to try it?"

I didn't wait to raise my eyelids, dressed up, shook my sleeves, and said unceremoniously: "You can keep your medicine for yourself, develop some inexplicable pills, and always let me try the medicine." Half a month ago, you said the same, but as a result, I vomited and diarrhea for several days, and I still haven't died. My family Duobu said, in the future, if you let me test the medicine for you again, we won't have to deal with each other. ”

Meng Jie's eyes were even more smiling, and he was about to speak, but Changji at the door was already urging impatiently, and said impatiently at me: "Mother asked me to inform you, let you go to the mansion early today, she has something to explain." You can't go or not! ”

"Let's go, I'll come."

I didn't want to try Meng Jie's messy medicine again, so I finally found a chance to get out, so I hurriedly said goodbye to Meng Jie, and kept up with Changji's pace.

When I went to Yonghe Palace, it was still early, and Anping didn't listen to the opera or play the leaf cards as usual, and pulled me with great interest to admire the Fang Juan Xiu Luopa, which she had recently embroidered for me. The lotus flowers on it are vividly embroidered, and the degree of openness seems to be different from different angles, as vivid as peeling off the layers. She looked around and seemed to notice that something was wrong, "What about Changji, what did he do, why didn't he come back with you?"

"I don't know what he did. Just as he was about to enter the door, he suddenly said that he had something to do and asked me to come to you myself, so he took Shanhan and hurried away. ”

An Ping stared at me lovingly, as if to say something. But after a pause, he still didn't speak.

"Lacking, but I feel stuffy, how about eating some melons and fruits?"

I nodded like garlic.

She told me to put away the handkerchief carefully and had the grapes brought out for me to eat.

I twisted the grapes, stuffed them into my mouth one after the other, and leaned lazily back in my chair to talk to her.

Somehow, I talked about Changji. I suddenly wanted to know a little about Changji's childhood, so I bluntly asked Anping if he could tell me about Changji's childhood.

An Ping smiled kindly.

"What do you want to hear from him?"

"Anything, just say it, I'll listen, and I won't interrupt you."

"Changji, this kid actually doesn't have much interesting to say, he has been older than children of the same age since he was a child, and he doesn't look like a child at all. If you think about it, there are one or two more interesting things. ”

She smiled and grabbed a few grapes from the white porcelain bowl, took a thin bamboo skewer to pick out the cores inside, and handed them to me one by one. I took it with both hands and gently placed it in the small white porcelain plate in front of me, and then I began to eat delicately.

With the flesh in his mouth, he said indistinctly, "Say it, I'm ready!" ”

"You girl, you make it as serious as I want to tell a story. I'm still a little unused to it. ”

I laughed and grabbed three grapes and stuffed them in my mouth.

"When I was a child, I was very fond of sugar, especially honey. I think he was about five years old, and once he asked me where the honey came from, and I told him that the bees got it from the stamens. I don't know what he asked for, but I just made a fool of myself and didn't want him to take it to heart. Then one day, he ran into my room crying so badly that I lied to him. I looked at his swollen red lips, amused and distressed. Ask him what's going on, and guess what? ”

"What's wrong?"

"He cried and told me that he was learning to collect nectar from the stamens of the flowers, and there was a bee hidden in the flower he picked, and his mouth was stung as soon as he came over."

Anping laughed, like a naughty boy.

She smoothed out and continued.

Another time, it was he who played tricks on Master Hao with Meng Jie and the little girl of the Wen family. While Hao Fuzi was reading, several people poured the ink in the inkstone pond into other people's teacups. Your Hao Fuzi is a bookworm, he looks like a wooden man, he only looks at books with a pair of eyes, and he really doesn't hear anything outside the window. Unknowingly, a few children fooled him, drank a lamp of black ink, and when he spoke, his mouth was full of ink. ”

I was already laughing half to death, clutching my stomach on the table. I really can't imagine that when Hao Fuzi found out the ink he was drinking, he was afraid that he wanted to pinch Changji's heart. "In the end, what happened in the end, he must have been punished very heavily by Hao Fuzi, and the end must be miserable."

Hao Fuzi was angry, dipped his pen in ink and drew a large circle on the faces of several people, and then asked them to kneel on the small stone road next to the bamboo forest in Shangshuyuan, and knelt for more than an hour. In the end, Hao Fuzi still didn't lose his anger, and beat several people hard, and each person gave 20 strokes. is too long, and he learned the tricks of adults to save the beauty of heroes, and took down the board of the Wen family's thirteen mothers. Now it's okay, I was beaten by the master's bow left and right, and I was beaten with forty hands. The palm of his hand was swollen and he couldn't hold the chopsticks for a few days. I also cried about it, and he thought I was annoyed by crying, so he said that he would never mess around again. ”

An Ping's voice suddenly softened, and when he talked about Changji being beaten, he was half angry and half unbearable. Looking back, she kept a smile on her face.

I really can't imagine that such a naughty thing is actually done by Changji, he usually looks like a high-end little adult, obviously not much older than me, and always says that I am crazy and crazy, naïve and ridiculous. If he dares to speak of me again in the future, I will tell him all these troubles.

My smile stopped, Anping seemed to have mentioned someone just now. Who is the thirteenth mother of the Wen family? Why I've never heard Changji talk about it before?

I asked tentatively: "Anping Niangniang, he is very good, do you have a sweetheart?"

An Ping was stunned.

"Who told you?"

I tucked my sleeves and pretended to be very indifferent: "No one said, I guessed." Tell me, who is the thirteenth mother of the Wen family? Why haven't I heard Changji talk about her. ”

Anping's hand picking the grape seeds shook and looked at me quietly, "Why did you think of asking this?" ”

"When I have nothing to do, I just want to hear something interesting." I leaned back and chewed on the grapes slowly, tiptoe gently on the ground.

An Ping hesitated for a moment, but still cleared his throat and said: "Wen Shisanniang is the youngest daughter of Wen Xuan, the Marquis of Zhongqing, and her name is Wen Er. Although the Wen family is a military general, that Wen Er is a gentle and elegant, well-informed little family Jasper, who is very pitiful and lovable, not at all like her sister Wen Yang, whose daughter only knows how to dance with guns and sticks. At that time, I was thinking, if this Zhongqinghou can marry my family in the future, then Wen Er and Changji will also be the best match. The two are suitable in appearance and family background, and they also have similar temperaments. ”

"It's a pity that the Zhongqing Marquis Mansion moved his family to Mobei to defend the country, and after Wen Er went with his parents, my mind was stopped. However, Changji ...... with her."

An Ping was silent and immediately stopped.

Listening to Changji's passage of time, I still feel sorry for him. smiled astringently, it turned out that on the broken bridge that day, Changji said that she was Wen Er.

Anping saw that I was sullen, and the words were deflected.

"But none of that matters, isn't there you now? I'm still more satisfied with you crazy girl than Wen Er. ”

"Anping Niangniang, don't talk nonsense."

I looked down, my face crimson.

An Ping smiled softly, glanced at the grapes on the plate in front of me, and added some more.

She asked me solemnly, and looked at me with a smile: "No, I have told you so many things, so you don't tell me about you."

"Me? I didn't. "It's true, I really can't afford to have a retrospective past.

Although when I was young and ignorant, I thought that Ah Zhao should be the most handsome man in the entire Beiqiu, but I only looked at it objectively from the perspective of a friend, and did not mix a little love between men and women at all.

I took a look at Ah Zhaogao, and there was a reason, after all, it was not easy to see a man as white as him under the baptism of wind and sand in Beiqiu.

In fact, Ah Zhao is not very good-looking, but compared to the wolf-like teenagers in Beiqiu, he is considered delicate, his eyes are not big or small, and the bridge of his nose is quite high. With a pair of bronzed skin, he looks strong and tall, giving people a very reliable feeling. The women in Beiqiu are also such criteria for choosing a son-in-law, and they never look at pale and weak scholars. But since I came to Nanzhan, my aesthetic has changed drastically.

I was shocked when I first saw Changji, and I sighed in my heart again and again, it turns out that there are really men who are more beautiful than women. The manners are elegant and decent, but they do not make me feel cowardly, and they are very sophisticated, and they do not make me feel disdainful......

Uh, how could I suddenly think of this, sin sin. On second thought, it's not a big deal for me to think so. Anping is a gentle beauty like water, and the king of Yonghe is even more of a woman, and the son she gave birth to is also a beauty with red lips and white teeth, and it is natural for people to be likable.

I'm just appreciative. Yes, it should be.

I took a bite of a grape and hurriedly diverted the topic: "Why don't you see the prince?"

An Ping said with a smile: "How could I forget, at this time, he was naturally discussing political affairs in the Wuji Palace. This man is not at home all day, and he does not know how to accompany me. I've been idle all day, and I'm almost sick. But fortunately, I have you with me. ”

As he spoke, he patted my hand with relief.

I laughed and said sincerely: "Anping Niangniang and King Yonghe have such a good relationship, and the prince can't pull away because he has important things to deal with." If you are free, the prince can't wait to stick to your home every day. But that's fine, if he's at home with you, you'll hate me. ”

An Ping sighed helplessly, and glanced at me extremely sweetly: "That's too!"

An Ping paused for a moment and said with emotion: "There is also Changji, I don't know what has happened recently, I always feel like he is avoiding me." Changji is a child who hides things in his heart, and he never takes the initiative to tell me what he thinks, and I haven't talked to him openly for many years. ”

I was puzzled: "How can it be, Changji loves you so much." The relationship between your mother and son is the best I've ever seen. ”

"Some things are not good on the surface, but they are really good. Take feelings as an example, on the surface, they seem to be sincere, but they are often fake and affectionate, and they seem to be free and indifferent, and they are often the most difficult to give up. You can't see His heart, and He can't show it to you. But it doesn't matter, as the years go by, the love will be deeper. Feelings are like this, they need to be nurtured little by little, and they can't be lacking urgently. ”

She frowned, leisurely, and somehow twisted a grape and put it in her mouth. She had something to say, but I didn't understand what she meant. Anping speaks like this, sometimes clear and coherent, sometimes confused, and there is no logic at all. Although Anping is also an informal person, he is also thoughtful.

I took the knife from her hand, slowly poked a big grape, and said lightly: "I don't bother to care about his mind, and I don't like him."

Who knows.

An Ping chuckled: "When did I say that you liked him, just an analogy."

Me: "......"

Yes, I really don't have three hundred taels of silver here.

I stayed here in Anping for a long time, ate up a plate of grapes from her, burped a few hungry people, and got up melancholy to go home.

I followed Duobu through a round gate through the side gate and moved to the South Garden of Zhanhua Palace.

It was the setting sun, and I, a well-fed man, leaned on the railing of the pavilion and looked sadly at the white lotus on the pond. My mind was full of the previous conversation with Anping, I let out a long sigh, depressed and left from the pavilion, just arrived at the atrium under the begonia tree, from a distance to see a touch of gray and blue flashing on the side of the corridor, I couldn't help but stand still and refused to move.

I watched as the gray blue walked through the cloister and came to a halt in front of me.

"Didn't you hear a big truth again, why did you look loveless." He had an extra jade bone fan in his hand, and his hand movements paused when he spoke to me.

"I'm so good, you don't talk nonsense!" I saw that he wanted to get angry with him inexplicably, and I didn't feel happy after yelling, and I was annoyed that I was doing something stupid.

Changji glanced at me in some surprise, then returned to normal, and the corners of his mouth rose: "I ate too many grapes and got angry again, or did my mother blame you again?" He leaned over and pestled me in front of me, and the hot breath he exhaled sprayed on his face, making me uncomfortably shrink my neck.

"Anping Niangniang said, you used to ...... when you were a child"

I lowered my head and kicked the pebbles under my feet, and I thought about a sentence in my head, and I wanted to ask him, but my lips moved a few times, and I still gave up.

"She said what happened to me before?"

The fan in his hand shook twice and then closed halfway, tapping the palm of his left hand rhythmically, looking at me for a long time.

I sighed and kicked the pebble next to my feet: "Say you wet the bed ...... when you were a child."

A long silence ensued.

He was probably angry with me, and the handle of the fan in his hand fell heavily and knocked my head, and I crouched down with an exaggerated scream, holding my head and glaring at him angrily. But he couldn't help but laugh unabashedly.