Under the wooden windows of the carved pavilion, the brook trickling from the shade of the small bridge trickles, the clear water rubs the mud along the shore, the thin branches and leaves half-hanging in the water gradually infect the rustic charm, ^ occasionally there are birds wading between the branches, and the staggered cry is like the ripples in the stream, and it is like the green beside the skinny Mucuna tree, tree by tree, faint and faint. The gravel perched next to the sound of cicadas stands in the afternoon light and shadow, watching the bean-sized shimmer reflect the mottled sky, the sunlight swaying, crossing the wind on the east bridge, and the gurgling water rising and falling. Brushing away the overlapping ink cui, the fine tiles between the clouds, like a transparent celadon tribute, brocade in the depths of the white soft yarn, a faint gold surrounding, outlining the delicate bones of the bottle. The snow on the high mountains in the extreme distance is like a glow, the mountain body is now in the water at the foot of the mountain mirror, the demeanor is quiet and stable, like a Buddha statue that smiles peacefully after the upheaval, all the vicissitudes of life are restrained in the rough profile, leaving only one side of the silent clarity, the shadow is sufficient, like in the middle of the water.

The still water flows deeply, slowly flowing away from the periphery of the foothills, passing through Ziyang, flowing porcelain water, the lower ridge, passing the Jun Mountain, wading in Heshuo, flowing Li painting, entering Yudu, a vein rises and falls. The small bridge in the depths of the cloister stands upright, the willow trees are lightly swept, the smoke and green are slight, and the bridge body is bent, just like the slender eyebrows of a woman at the beginning of the journey, delicate and far-reaching, and the green temples are thick. The stream spring under the carved small window is clear, the water surface under the corner of the corridor is a corner, not disturbed by the scorching sun, under the buttress, the greenery is simple and profound, like the ink of the ancient rhyme of the poems on the Huanhua paper, it is dense, as if it is going to pour out of the window.

Gradually, the river is like practice, lingering silently in the sound place, the overlapping green shade is suitable, the petals are mixed with white powder, and the rhyme of the sky is wrong, like the twinkling stars lingering in the midsummer night sky.

The sound of cicadas behind the Prime Minister's Mansion is more than Lin Yue, the thin stream, the butterfly wings on the scarlet petals are shaking, the dragonflies are swept in the clear water, the dense leaves of the trees are full of the sound of the afternoon sun's sleep, the wind is shallow and sings warm poems, and the sound of nature grows slowly in this quiet backyard.

And the study not far from the Shenyuan was so quiet that it was a little depressing.

The wind rolling in through the window, silent, flows quietly in the air, always secretive.

Meng Jingru sat on the openwork nanmu chair in the study, with wide robes and large sleeves, and his mood was unknown. He was dressed in a dark green silk robe, his hair was fixed with a crown inlaid with blue gilt, and his waist was tied with a belt inlaid with gold wire, and he was hung with a topaz double snake jade pendant, and his bearing was noble.

He raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes contemplative.

The young man in front of Meng Jingru, his hair was as black as ink, his eyes were like paint, he was dressed in a snow-white thin robe, with a moon-white wavy belt around his waist, and light silver bamboo embroidered on the cuffs. %&*";

Meng Jingru raised his eyelids, his voice had the calmness unique to middle-aged and elderly people, and he said unhurriedly: "Since they still refuse to say at this time, Hui'er, then why do you still give them three days to turn around?" ”

The young man with a mole on his forehead lowered his head and whispered, "Father, they know that after telling me the topographic map of Xichuan, they will be dying soon, so they beg me to let them live for another three days." ”

"So, you're moved by compassion?" Meng Jingru's voice was low and deep, hiding the thin anger in his tone.

Meng Hui stood in front of the desk and did not say a word.

Meng Jingru's sideburns were a little pale and pale, and he said in a deep voice: "Hui'er, I have taught you since I was a child, the eldest husband should be decisive, and be benevolent, you have been in Xuanyin for many years, and the cruelty of life should have taught you this truth a long time ago." ”

Meng Hui pursed his lips, didn't say anything for a long time, and finally spoke: "Hui'er really disappointed my father." ”

Meng Jingru has always loved his youngest son, and he has never lost his temper with him much, but now seeing that he has admitted his mistake, he can't help but be angry, he flicked his forehead, and his tone was calmer than before, but he still did not lose his father's majesty: "The Song family army is iron-clad, never asked for help, and since he learned that Song Zheng was killed, he wants to hate the people in the court, and now, those who are willing to throw their heads and spill blood on the battlefield will actually beg you for three days' lives, Hui'er, don't you know what their thoughts are?" ”

The breeze blew, the young man's clothes with clear jade bones flew up, and the small red moles were reflected on the smooth forehead, making the young man's facial features more delicate and delicate. The young man looked at his father, his voice was slow, and he said, "Hui'er understands. ”

"Since that's the case, then you don't have to wait for them for three more days, now you go and take Song Zheng's daughter with you." Meng Jingru's voice was deep, not angry and arrogant.

The afternoon sun was scorching, the ground was like ice and snow in early spring, and it was full of ice and snow under the thorn of the heat, as if it was about to melt, and the fine sweat on the back was sticky and greasy, wetting the thin fabric.

The young man was stunned for a moment and quickly regained his composure, and said: "Father, Shicai Hanwei Feige came to report the recent situation of the prince's party, the situation is urgent, wait for me to go and investigate a little first, and then do this as you said later, okay?" ”

Meng Jingru looked at the young man deeply, and after a while, he nodded calmly and said, "Okay, you can go." The boy was about to turn around, but his father said, "Remember, lead the snake out of its hole, and then cut down the grass and cut it to the roots." ”

The young man paused, and then walked out of the door, the jade belt around his waist and the silver-veined robe swinging up and down, bringing a light arc in the quiet study.

The prime minister in the wide-sleeved robe stood up, looking at the deep and dense green outside the window, and his eyes were clearly extinguished, and it was difficult to distinguish between the bright and the bright.

When the sunset is in the sky, the white clouds become crimson, the big flowers are red, all the way in the sky, and the color of the thick ink is as warm as the red flame.

The young man in the sunset, the white shirt is swaying to the ground, the dark eyes are as dark as Yao flowing out of a faint flame yellow luster, the young man is slightly sideways, the light is pouring out, the handsome eyebrows and eyes are kissed by the broken golden light, the red mole between the eyebrows and the lip flap on the edge of the white teeth are bright and moist, like the wonderful brush red in the famous landscape painting.

The young man was behind him, the light and shadow were like reverse, he turned around and whispered to the guard behind him, "Is she still unconscious?" ”

In addition to Rao's head lightly, he said respectfully: "Yes, Miss Song is still unconscious." ”

The young man said "um", there was a faint green shadow in his eyes, and the tiredness of not sleeping all night rushed towards him, he shook his head slightly, kept his demeanor clear, and continued: "Has Mr. Sun Nai been here?" ”

In addition to looking at his nose, he said seriously: "Mr. Sun has already come, and he has already checked the pulse of Miss Song, he has just prescribed a few medicines, and his subordinates have ordered the kitchen to fry them." ”

Meng Hui bowed slightly, hesitated slightly, and said, "Mr. Sun, did he say anything?" ”

"Mr. Sun said that Miss Song's body was already weak and malnourished, and now she has been soaked in the heavy rain for so long, and it is fortunate that her life has been saved." Except for Rao 1510.

The young man tugged at the placket of his sticky clothes, and his expression was a little impatient: "That's not what I asked. At last, he calmed down again, and said in a deep voice, "Did he say anything else?" ”

The guard searched in his mind for a long time, and finally his eyes lit up, but a few times the words came to his lips but he wanted to speak and stopped, the young man looked at him lightly, his good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly, he waved his sleeves lightly, and said: "You say it, say everything you remember, don't worry about what you say is not the point, I just listen." ”

The young guard nodded and said, "Mr. Sun said that Miss Song's mind was tenacious and her condition was under control, and he also said that Miss Song was seriously ill and should be well taken care of. ”

"Anything else?"

The young guard scratched his head, and after saying "no more", he suddenly shook his head vigorously, and suddenly realized that he was eager to speak, but he was afraid that what he said was not the point that his young master wanted, so he still opened his mouth and spit out after hesitating: "I remember, when Mr. Sun went out, he said that Miss Song's body and bones could no longer withstand any injury, and he hoped to be treated well." ”

There was a slight glimmer in the young man's eyes, but it soon fell silent, like a deep ancient pool, and he said unconsciously: "Is it? ”

At the door, Meng Jingru's guard Zheng Xian came solemnly and said respectfully: "Second young master, the master asked you if the matter on Hanwei's side has been completed." ”

The young man raised his eyebrows lightly, his eyes were soon as calm as water waves, and he said in a deep voice: "It's all right." ”

The sunset on the horizon was like blood, and the shallow heat was no longer as scorching as in the afternoon, the young man retracted his gaze, waved his hand at the silent guard, and said, "Splash Song Lianzhou up with cold water, and then take her to the basement." ”

"But, young master, Mr. Sun said...... "Except for Rao's surprise."

The young man waved his sleeves to signal that he didn't need to say any more, and the young guard closed his mouth, just staring at his master with a pair of eyes.

The boy rubbed his temples, turned around and bumped into the guard's dark eyes, and he didn't think for any reason that the eyes that confronted him yesterday were also the same jet black, with some faint luster. The young man frowned after being slightly stunned, and said in a low voice: "What are you doing here, why don't you go?" ”

"Yes, yes, my subordinates know."