The oil lamp posts in the courtyard of the Lin Mansion and the lanterns under the porch were lit up, as bright as day. The maidservants wore uniform scarlet dresses and gilded gourd hairpins and earrings, and they were unable to move with fruits and pastries, so they only made a half-salute to Song Zhi in vain, and then slipped past Song Zhi.

"Where are the second brother and Cousin Lang!" Song Yan pointed not far away, and saw three teenagers standing next to the mahogany pillar under the corridor, one cheerful and smiling, one peaceful and amiable, and the other cold and indifferent.

"I wonder who that person is?" Song Yan unconsciously tiptoed, wanting to see Shen Baiyan more clearly, but realizing that this move was inappropriate, she quickly stood still.

Song Yan glanced at Song Zhi and saw that the expression on her face had not changed, so she was relieved. "Does my sister recognize me?"

"It's a friend of the second brother." Song Zhi looked at Song Yan with a smile and said, "The prince of Dingbei." ”

"Oh." Song Yan covered her lips with a handkerchief, and glanced at Shen Baiyan again, before retracting her gaze.

Shen Baiyan was dressed in a silver and blue silk round-necked robe today, with a topaz inlaid leather belt tied around his waist, standing on the edge of the vermilion pillar, it can be said that his face was like a crown of jade, handsome and compelling.

Song Zhi's gaze swept past Song Yao in a vain manner, and the other party lowered his eyes, not daring to look at her. "Two sisters, let's go to the West Hall."

Holding Song Zhi month by month, Chunhua followed behind Song Yao, Mingyue supported Song Yan weakly, and no one noticed that Meteor was no longer here at this time.

The table for the female dependents was set up in the west hall, the male guests were in the east hall, and there was a vacant seat in the main hall, which was reserved for Emperor Shun'an.

"Yo, the three sisters are good, they are here together?" As soon as I entered the door, I met Xiao Chen coming out of the inside.

"Auntie, where is this lady and young lady?" Song Yan saw that there were only a few maids in this hall, so she asked affectionately.

Xiao Chen said: "The old lady and a few adults are chatting happily, so the opening of the banquet will be postponed for half an hour, everyone can't bear it, so they go to the garden to enjoy the chrysanthemums, you can also take a look."

"Auntie, where are you going?" Song Zhi saw that Xiao Chen was talking absent-mindedly, and his face was anxious.

"Qing'er is in good health today, I also wanted to come to the banquet, but for some reason it hasn't arrived yet, I'm a little worried, I want to go and see."

"I'll take a look. My aunt should go to the garden to greet the guests. Song Zhi said, although she is young, she always has a sense of certainty when she speaks.

Xiao Chen's family is indeed full of trivial matters today, so when he thinks about it, he agrees.

Song Yan naturally won't follow, she will never miss this occasion when she shows her face in front of everyone.

As soon as Song Zhi walked halfway, he saw Lin Tianqing from a distance. "Sister Qing!"

If Song Yan is a fake sick Shih Tzu, then Lin Tianqing is a real sick beauty. Her long hair was brown under the lamp, her eyebrows were thin, her nose was very narrow, her lips were dotted with a touch of red rouge, and her complexion was as pale as snow.

Lin Tianqing saw that lively and energetic figure, his eyes lit up and darkened. "Sister Childish is looking for me?"

"Yes, my aunt was a little worried, and I couldn't get out, so I came." Song Zhi held Lin Tianqing's cold hand and said with a smile.

Although she smiled, there was a meaning in her eyes that Lin Tianqing couldn't understand, like pity and compassion.

Lin Tianqing's father, Lin Qingxin, is Song Zhi's younger uncle, and unlike Lin Qingyan, he is martial by nature and joined the army very early. Before Lin Tianqing was born, he died in the Battle of Linguan in the southwest. When Lin Qingxin's wife heard the bad news, her fetal gas was greatly moved, and she gave birth to Lin Tianqing in nine deaths, so she went with Lin Qingxin.

Lin Tianqing was born prematurely, had heart disease, and was already weak, no matter how many panaceas he had taken over the years, and how many famous doctors he had seen, it was useless.

……

A thin gust of wind slipped through the cracks in the unpasted window paper, swirled around the inkstone, swung around the bookshelf, and finally sneaked into the neckline of the indigo cotton cloth, causing goosebumps all over the man's body.

Rui Xi shuddered, and the book she was holding in her hand also smashed on the instep of her foot, with a soft sound. The pain didn't hurt, but it made Rui Xi sober.

It was dark inside the C-number bookstore, and I couldn't see my fingers. Rui Xi rubbed her temples and said secretly, "Oops, I forgot the time when I read a book." ’

He hurriedly got up and pushed the door of the bookstore, 'It's okay, it's not locked yet. ’

As soon as he walked out of the study room, he heard a sound of footsteps, Rui Xi knew that this was a night watchman, he wanted to go out generously, after all, he didn't stay here on purpose. But the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and there was the sound of Shule and Shumo talking, and Rui Xi's figure froze, and he still walked out of a side door of the Tibetan Academy.

Rui Xi wanted to go to Linyuan Tower to deal with it for the night, but Linyuan Tower was also locked. Rui Xi couldn't, so he could only think about going out from the east gate of the Lin Mansion, and then returning to the Koi Residence from the corner gate. Thinking so, Rui Xi lightened her steps.

It's strange today, why don't you see anyone. Thinking so, Rui Xi met a servant girl around the corner.

Rui Xi was startled and hurriedly lowered her head, and the maid was also stunned when she saw him.

The night was hazy, the maid was standing in the shadows, Rui Xi couldn't see it clearly, and only heard her say, "Why is the son here?" But lost? You follow the road south and you reach the main hall. I heard that the emperor rewarded the "Autumn Garden Ammonite" down, and everyone is enjoying it in the front yard! ”

After the servant girl finished speaking, she was blessed and passed by Ruixi.

Rui Xi didn't care, he was now thinking about the five words 'Autumn Garden Ammonite Map'. Zhang Changmeng has superb painting skills, but there are few works, he is especially good at flowers and plants, and his brushwork is exquisite. Imitators can only learn seventy percent at most, with few works and few imitations. Rui Xi has always wanted to be able to see Zhang Changmeng's true handiwork, and today she finally has this opportunity.

But what if someone else finds out? Rui Xi hesitated for a moment, "If I miss this opportunity, I don't know if I will be able to see this painting in the future." ’

Thinking like this, Rui Xi still walked towards the path pointed by the maidservant, he turned his head to look, there was only a rockery under the cold moonlight, and the maidservant was no longer here. Rui Xi was worried about the painting in her heart, and she didn't think much about it.

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The composition of "Ammonite in the Autumn Garden" is simple and ingenious, the color is indifferent, the autumn chrysanthemum petals are not finely crafted, but as if they are wet with water, the edges are blurred, and the ink colors are blended, which is quite hazy and beautiful. The leaf tendons are cold-colored, with only two leaves, showing a sense of indifference.

Song Zhi had never seriously appreciated this painting in his previous life, so now he naturally wanted to make up for it and take a closer look.

Shen Baiyan looked at the little girl on tiptoe opposite, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and a slightly invisible concave was revealed on her cheeks.

When the incense burns to the end, it automatically goes out, leaving only a puff of green smoke.

"Let's take a seat again!" A long moan that dragged out the tail note.

The crowd dispersed and sat down again.

Opposite Song Yan are a pair of twin sisters in the Ember Mansion, they wear the same bun, wear the same jewelry, and even the clothes are only different colors, but the styles are still the same.

The two of them were whispering, glancing at Song Yan from time to time, covering their mouths with a handkerchief, and occasionally letting out a chuckle.

Song Yan knew that they were laughing at themselves, not just the two of them, when they entered the table just now, many pairs of eyes fell on Song Yan, either disgusted or ridiculed.

Song Yan squeezed the chopsticks tightly, and suddenly let go, looking at ease, still with a light and breezy appearance, even Song Zhi couldn't help but admire her.

The painting was suddenly appreciated by Emperor Shun'an, I don't know if Emperor Shun'an's painting was appreciated early, or it was late on the sweet soup of lychee pigeon eggs. When the painting is finished, the sweet soup is served.

"Do you want a drink, sister? Sister help you sheng, right? Song Yan's courteous appearance as in her previous life made Song Zhi pull the corners of her mouth and show a sarcastic smile.

"Why bother, month by month, give my sister a bowl first." Song Zhi called out, and stepped forward to add soup to Song Yan month by month.

"My sister is really polite."

"Sss Moon Moon gasped slightly, the Lin Mansion used thin porcelain bowls, although exquisite, but the walls of the bowls were very thin. If the soup is hot, it will be very hot.

That bowl of soup was really hot, Mingzhu just wanted to step forward to help take a handful month by month, but was robbed by Cuihuan. At the moment when the two handed over, I don't know who didn't hold it steady, the soup bowl was tilted, and all the hot and sweet soup was poured on Song Yan.

"Yikes!" The exclamation of the moon and the cry of Song Yan sounded at the same time. A curse was about to leak out of Song Yan's mouth, she bit her lower lip and endured it.

Cuihuan hurriedly wiped it with a handkerchief, "Miss, forgive me, the slave didn't mean it." ”

"Why are you two girls so careless!" Song Zhi said in a panic.

"Are you alright?" Lin Tianqing asked.

"Ah, my hands are red and swollen!" Zhang Huilan shouted in a panic, and was glanced at by Zhang Xinlan dissatisfied, so she shrank back and didn't dare to speak.

"Sister Yan'er, what do you think?" Zhang Xinlan asked softly.

All kinds of caring voices sounded, and Song Yan immediately became the focus of everyone, and could only say generously: "It's okay, it's okay, the soup bowl is too hot, and this girl didn't mean it." ”

"Sister, I'll accompany you to change clothes." Song Zhi's hand pressed on Song Yan's shoulder, and his eyes were full of worry.

"Okay." Half of the hot soup was splashed on Song Yan's hands, and half was splashed on her clothes, and now her clothes were wet, and her hands were red and swollen, which was both painful and embarrassing.

"I accompanied the eldest sister to change clothes, and the second sister went to tell my mother, and my mother came to look for us after the dinner and found that the three of us were not there."

"Okay." Song Yao nodded, clenching the handkerchief tightly and still looking shrunken. Zhang Xinlan's eyes paused on her, and then looked at Zhang Huilan.

She thought to herself, 'A concubine is a concubine, it's really unacceptable.' ’

"Month by month, why don't you go and ask Steward Lin for some plasters." Song Zhi helped Song Yan raise her arm and said to Zhuyue.

"Yes." Zhuyue looked frightened and hurriedly responded, but when she turned a corner, her face had already calmed down.