The light blue butterfly sniffed at the white fingertips, and she stared at its blue wings, the roots of which were gray blue, and the hindwings were dazzling royal blue, and a circle of silvery luster shimmered on it. The beauty of this butterfly seems to have been favored by the heavens.

It flapped its wings and took off at the tip of its fingers, and a halo of light spread out little by little on its tail, like throwing a pebble into a lake, and it was flooded with halos. It flew in lightly through the crack in the window, and the room was lit only by a faint lamp, and the smell was stifling.

There were two men of the same age sitting in the room, talking about something, and the light was dim and it was impossible to see their faces. The delicate, deliberately muffled voice flew out of the hollowed-out mahogany screen with the butterflies.

A young girl with a soup cup walked in, the girl was very slender, and a plain gold bracelet looked empty on her bony wrist, and a dozen handkerchiefs could be stuffed into it. The butterfly lingered on the velvet flower on the girl's sideburns, and the halo on its tail was still swinging in circles, as if it was waking up something.

The girl took a step closer, and just as she wanted to open her mouth to call a word, she heard the sound of conversation inside, it seemed that two men were talking, and their voices were very gentle, but one was soft, and the other was cold.

'Who else is in Reich's study at such a late hour?' Song Zhi hesitated, stood in place for a moment, and vaguely heard a few broken words, which involved some big people. Song Zhi thought about it, but turned around and left.

The cold light of the moon shone at the end of Song Zhi's bed through the west window, and her toes didn't know when they were exposed outside the quilt, and in the moonlight, they were not as transparent as real skin. A blue butterfly gradually condensed in the moonlight, and it flapped its wings gently, as if it was winking at Song Zhi. Song Zhi looked at it and moved his toes slightly, and the blue butterfly fanned its wings and slowly faded away.

Song Zhi retracted her toes into the quilt and curled herself up, the cold moonlight seemed to pour into Song Zhi's heart, her heart was now cold and heavy. The fragment she had just recalled in her dream, the man she was talking to in the study with Rui Xi, had the same voice as Dr. Xie.

Song Zhi felt uncomfortable when she saw him for the first time, she thought it was her own prejudice, but now it seems that it was because of the memories hidden in her mind that sounded the alarm for her.

Song Zhi got up, put on the soft embroidered shoes in the inner room, and grabbed the loose silk wide-sleeved bedgown on his chest with one hand to prevent it from sliding down his shoulders, revealing a spring light inside.

Song Zhi lit the candles in the room, she sat down in the armchair, the cushions on the chair were removed, and the hardness and coldness of the wood made Song Zhi more sober through the thin bedclothes. Song Zhi sniffed the fine and soft smoke wafting from the incense burner, she lowered her head slightly, and unfolded a yellowed letter paper, this letter paper did not know how to do it, it was extremely stiff, it would not melt away when it met water, and it was difficult to be wound.

When Song Zhi hung low, her neck looked too thin, making her inexplicably fragile and fragile. Her words in this life are not the same as those in her previous life. In her previous life, she learned hairpins, although she did not deliberately change it in this life, but her handwriting has changed. Speaking month by month, it looks a little like a man's handwriting, a little resolute and resolute.

When the first word was written, Song Zhi's heart was settled, and because of his heart, the night seemed quieter and longer. It seems that Song Zhi is the only one left in the world with a little candlelight, her side is painted with a layer of warm gold, her eyelashes cast a small shadow on her face, and her side face is as quiet and beautiful as a lake.

……

"Brother help me send this letter to Brother Shen, the sooner the better." Song Zhi handed over the letter he had written last night to Song Ling.

Song Ling looked at the fire paint on the letter, quite a little surprised, "When I was in the martial arts, why didn't I see you write to me?" ”

Song Zhi said helplessly: "How old is my brother, and he is jealous?" Isn't it sour? I have something serious to discuss with the prince. ”

"Okay." Song Ling reluctantly agreed, and pulled a strand of hair on Song Zhi's cheeks, "I'll send it to the palace later, and someone from them will send the letter to Jingyu." ”

"Then I'll go to Xishan with my mother first, if my brother is free, go with us?" Song Zhi said.

In the past few days, the Lin family has been depressed to death, and Song Yan has been confined to the Cold Autumn Courtyard, but she didn't cry or make trouble, but she just sent a few pages of hand-copied Buddhist scriptures every once in a while, saying that she only wished her mother a long and healthy life, and had nothing else to ask for.

Lin was about to be vomited to death by her Buddhist scriptures, and this matter was considered a family ugly, so she could only talk to Xiao Chen, or write a letter to Song Ling. Song Yan is like this, even if she is grounded, she can easily disgust others.

Song Zhi passed on the message and asked them to send all the Buddhist scriptures they received to the Turbidity Heart Courtyard to pray for the little young master to fix night terrors. Speaking of Song Jian's child, he really doesn't have a sense of existence at all, Qiaoge doesn't know whether he was frightened by Song Zhi or disgusted by Song Jian, and he was extremely separated. It was only when Song Zhi used her that he quietly made a move, just like the last Edelweiss incident, that is, she led her to that room month by month.

Her child, Song Ling never hugged it once, let alone the Lin family. The full moon wine is also a few simple tables, and it was not until after the full moon that it had a name, called Song Yuanxuan. The boys of this generation will have the word 'yuan' in their names, but this child has the jackpot. In his previous life, Song Ling was killed by Song Jian before he even had time to get married and have children, and Song Zhi only wanted to give Song Ling fulfillment in this life.

……

Lin doesn't know if it's because he has been getting close to Xiao Chen's recently, but he has learned a little bit of Xiao Chen's stability in dressing. She wore a crab shell green dress today, embroidered with clusters of quiet and elegant daffodils, lining her beautiful and elegant, and with an indescribable noble temperament.

Song Zhi wore a ten-colored brocade shirt, only the cuffs and hem were inlaid with a circle of garniz piping, and a flesh-pink gown skirt was underneath.

"Huh? How did it stop? When Lin was joking with Song Zhi, he only felt that the carriage of the Song Mansion had stopped slowly.

"Month by month, go out and see." Song Zhi lifted the corner of the side curtain, and couldn't see what was going on outside from this direction.

After a while, he turned around and came back month by month and said to Song Zhi: "Miss Hui, madam, Zeng's carriage broke down and blocked the way on the avenue. ”

"Zengfu? But is it the Prime Minister's Mansion? Song Zhi knew that Zeng Yan had an appreciation for Song Ling in his previous life, and often helped Song Ling speak in the court. However, Song Ling was not in Beijing all the year round, and the Lin family was not good at communicating, so the two families did not have a deep friendship.

"Yes, miss. The driver said that he could take another road, and he could get there. "The coachman of the Song Mansion was a veteran under Song Ling before, and his body was injured and he couldn't do heavy work. Song Ling accidentally learned that he was also from the capital, so he arranged a job for him in the house.

"Who's the man in the carriage?" Song Zhi bypassed the words of the moon and asked such a question.

"In the car, like us, it's Prime Minister Zuo's wife and daughter! Probably like us, I want to go to Xishan. Moon said with a smile.

Song Zhi's eyes flashed, and he said to the Lin family: "Mother, our carriage is big, and we can sit down many people, why don't you invite Prime Minister Zuo's wife and young lady to come and go to Xishan together, so as to make friends?" ”

Lin thought about it for a while, and felt that this matter was beneficial and harmless, so he said to Zhuyue: "You go and ask Mrs. Zeng to see if she is willing?" ”

"Yes."

I went for a while, and when I came back this time, I lifted the curtains, helped a lady who was about the same age as the Lin family up, and then picked up a young lady and got into the car.

Xie Shi raised his eyes and saw Song Zhi's glance, and praised in his heart: "What a delicate and charming little girl. ’

When Song Zhi came to help her, she looked at Song Zhi up close, only to see that the skin from her side face to her neck was extremely white, and she was really beautiful and flawless.

"Mrs. Song, thank you so much, otherwise my little girl and I would have to wait on this road." Xie's appearance is not commensurate with how beautiful he is, with big eyes and a high nose, and he has a bit of a heroic taste.

Xie went out to the door, and heard that when Prime Minister Zuo was still a small civil official, he personally came to the door to propose marriage, and then asked to marry this Jiangmen tiger girl. Song Zhi thought of Zuo Cheng's attitude towards Song Ling, and then he understood that his good impression of the military had started here.

"Mrs. Zeng, don't be polite, just raise your hands." Lin and Xie sat together, and Song Zhi and Zeng Yunyi sat together.

Xie Shi looked at these two flower-like girls and said with a smile: "I thought that my daughter was already the best looking, but now when I see your daughter, I know that I am just an ugly girl." ”

This is a real polite remark, Zeng Yunyi smiled slightly, not ashamed. Because she knew that her mother was just joking. She quietly turned her head to glance at Song Zhi, looking at her bright eyes and oleander-like petals, only to see her suddenly turn her head, and smile generously at Zeng Yun's gaze, like the wind blowing through oleanders, and the petals fell to the ground.

With such a beautiful woman and such a beautiful scenery, Zeng Yun suddenly had a little inferiority, maybe what his mother said was not necessarily just polite words.

"Where is that?" Lin said, "If you want me to say, your girl looks at Wen Jing and Xiuya, and she is much better than my monkey." ”

"Mother!" Song Zhi didn't comply, she called out coquettishly, and provoked Lin to take pastries to coax her.

Talking and laughing along the way, the carriage also quickly arrived at Xishan.

Zeng Yunyi sat on the outermost side, so she got out of the car first, and when she was about to reach out and lift the curtain, she was taken the first step to lift it.

"Why did you come slower than me?" A soft and slightly deep male voice sounded, and Song Ling held two strings of rock sugar gourds in her hands, and looked straight at Zeng Yunyi.