Ran Ying just took a shower, changed into a snow-blue full-breasted skirt, and wore her long wet hair and lay alone on the window with her cheeks and looked at the moon in the sky. The weather was clear this night, there was no cloud, the night was clear, the Milky Way was faint, and it was bright. I heard that tonight the magpies will go to the Milky Way to build a bridge and let the Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet. For no reason, Ran Ying thought of Ziqing.

Morning Glory, the Han Girl of the Bright River. Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent.

Ran Ying knew that she should have forgotten about him a long time ago. She had told him to forget about her that day, but she always secretly thought of him at any inadvertent moment.

The white clothes are fluttering, and the clothes are fluttering. Ran Ying's eyes appeared in front of the handsome and sad face of the young man in white. In the past, when he was in the academy with him, he was obviously so simple and happy, why did he end up with such sadness in his heart?

I don't know what he's doing at this point. Is life okay after marriage? Are you also accompanying the bride to watch this brilliant galaxy at this moment? Will they whisper and complain to each other under the Magpie Bridge?

Had he forgotten her, as she had hoped?

The evening breeze is still the same evening breeze, the Milky Way is still the same Milky Way, and the starry night is still the same empty and bright, but the person is no longer the same person as before.

While he was thinking wildly, he heard a steady footstep from the courtyard. She looked up and saw that it was Yu Wentai coming from the front courtyard. She immediately gathered her thoughts, straightened up, and looked at him defensively.

It was the first time he had come since she had moved into the mansion he had prepared for her. No guards have come to report, so I guess I came from that secret passage. Ran Ying faintly felt insecure.

When Yuwentai just entered the courtyard, he saw her from a distance, looking like an innocent little daughter, lying on the windowsill looking at the night sky, not knowing what she was thinking, but when she saw him, her expression suddenly became nervous, cold and alienated, and the innocent and lovely face disappeared in an instant when no one saw her.

Because today is Tanabata, he specially prepared a small thing to take the time to see her, but he made her upset like this?

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Didn't do anything." Ran Ying rolled her eyes and stood stiffly behind the window, the corners of her mouth slightly choked, as if she was smiling, not smiling, not knowing what she was thinking.

Yu Wentai asked again: "Today is Qixi Festival, and the weather is good - can you dry books during the day?" ”

"It's sunburned. The maids took out their clothes and dried them. Ran Ying looked at him with flickering eyes, and looked away uncomfortably. For some reason, he suddenly came at night and caught her off guard, as if a child who was doing something bad was suddenly broken by an adult.

Fang was secretly thinking about Ziqing. She knew he didn't like it.

Most women have a natural sensitivity to men and women, let alone being as smart as Ran Ying. She knew that Yuwentai had a heart for her. The man in front of him was gentle and domineering and wanted to take her into his pocket, and he was determined to win. Ran Ying gradually felt shaken. She was not deeply involved in the world, and Yuwentai was sometimes gentle and sometimes threatening, she really didn't know how to escape from his control.

Seeing her like this, Yuwentai naturally knew what was going on in her little daughters' minds, and asked lightly: "Can you beg for the moon tonight?" ”

Ran Ying scratched her head and said, "No." I just saw the little maids having fun in the little bamboo forest, but they didn't call me. ”

Yu Wentai smiled, took out something from his arms and handed it to her: "Here you go." ”

Yu Wentai handed over an embroidered bag made of snow-green silk, embroidered with a honeysuckle pattern. She took it and opened it, and there was a ball of silk thread and a few silver needles inside.

He deliberately asked the maids in the house to buy it at the market during the day.

She looked at Yu Wentai with some surprise: "You want to play with me about this?" ”

Yu Wentai stood under the window and looked at her with a smile, full of interest: "Why not?" ”

He dragged Ran Ying to the small pond in the backyard. Pomegranate trees are planted on the edge of the pond, and the pomegranate blossoms are in full bloom at this time, and the red-petaled golden stamens flowers are set in large flowers among the lush green leaves, enchanting and beautiful like those dancing girls in the song shops.

Ran Ying lit the incense that had not yet been removed from the incense case used by the little maids when they were begging, and took out the silver needle in the embroidery bag given by Yuwentai, and threaded the needle against the moonlight.

Yu Wentai stood behind her and watched silently, only to feel that time gradually flowed into a clear stream, slowly flowing around the two of them.

There is a beautiful person, as graceful as Qingyang.

A light smile climbed the corner of his mouth.

After all, he was young and had good eyesight, and the silk thread in Ran Ying's hand quickly passed through the eye of the needle. She proudly put the needle and thread back into the embroidery bag, turned back to Yu Wentai and said, "It's too easy, that's why I don't like to play." ”

At this time, the sound of a girl chanting came from the small bamboo forest. Yuwentai rose up and took Ran Ying's hand: "What are these little maids doing?" Let's take a look. ”

The two walked all the way to the outside of the bamboo forest, and saw several maids pulling up white cloths and lighting candles in the bamboo forest. On the white cloth, two shadow puppets were clearly reflected, a man and a woman. The man wore a black crown robe, like an emperor; And the woman's ring is beautiful and enchanting.

A little maid called in a rough voice: "Mrs. Li, since you left, I think you have been so bitter!" ”

The other little maid cried out in a thin voice.

It turned out to be the story of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty summoning the soul of Mrs. Li.

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty made great achievements in his life, and he also had little affection in his life, but he never treated Mrs. Li badly from beginning to end, and even after her death, he never forgot it, and asked the witch Gu to summon the soul to meet.

Yu Wentai said: "You see, even a generation of heroes like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty will have a long love for their children. He was full of interest, looked down at Ran Ying's side face, and said, "There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent." One look at the city, and then look at the country...... What a beautiful thing this must be. If you are alone for Han Wu, you must also forget it. ”

In the twilight of the night, she looked sideways in his eyes, the fan-like eyelashes, the straight nose, and the delicate lips were all extremely beautiful. He said this to her on purpose.

But Ran Ying didn't hear the sound of his words. She was watching the story played out on the stage with relish, not even looking at him, and said casually: "You men are so shallow. ”

"Shallow?" Yu Wentai smiled, "Everyone has a love for beauty. Do you have to like an ugly girl like Wuyan to be called a big husband? ”

Ran Ying raised her eyes to look at him, shook her head and said, "The prime minister is wrong." Wuyan was loved by King Qi Xuan not because he was ugly, but because he was virtuous. ”

Yu Wentai laughed when he heard this, reached out and pinched her pink and soft cheeks, and whispered, "You stupid." ”

Ran Ying was stunned, this will be realized, and her face turned red.

The laughter alarmed the maids who were playing there, and when they saw that the prime minister and Changshi were standing outside the bamboo forest, they all put down the shadow puppets in their hands and bowed.

Yu Wentai waved his hand and said generously: "Today's Tanabata, you can continue to play." After that, he picked up Ran Ying and left the small bamboo forest.

The two walked slowly along the small pond. The pomegranate trees by the pond set the shore in a verdant green, and the leaves seemed to be wet and glowing, like night dew—the night was already deep.