As soon as the prince of Hechang Wangfu left, the guards guarding the door on the back foot were scolded by He Luo, a scholar next to his second son. After scolding, he left a sentence "In the future, you are not allowed to let people into the house casually."

The guards who didn't know why only thought that their son-in-law was disturbed by the prince of the world, and they were not happy, but they couldn't afford to offend anyone at both ends, so they could only bear it.

After scolding the guards and returning to the Haoxing Pavilion, He Luo looked at his own son-in-law sitting under the lamp with a paper kite, a fourteen-year-old boy, his eyebrows became more and more handsome, his usually gentle eyes were lowered, and he couldn't see his emotions, but the other wing in his hand couldn't do it well, and he had been tossing for half an hour. The thin and moderately thick lips are lined up, making them more rosy. His own son is so good-looking, He Luo thought secretly.

"Childe, it's time to rest, I'm going to enter the palace tomorrow!" He Luo said tentatively.

Before the doorman reported that the son of the world was coming, the son did not come, and his son watched the night scene in front of the window, and then changed his face, and looked at everything with a cold face with resentment, let him pass on such a sentence, and let himself scold the guard, he was a bad guy and a bad person, and the initiator seemed to be more aggrieved.

Looking at Cui Jiu'an like this, He Luo felt a stirring in his heart, yes, not resentment, but grievances, that expression, that action exuded a strong grievance.

"You go back and rest first, tomorrow I will enter the palace to check the classics, and you will do what I told you to do."

"Yes." Full of doubts, He Luo still rubbed his sleepy eyes and withdrew.

Looking at the butterfly-shaped paper kite that was only half made in his hand, the colorful wings pierced people couldn't open their eyes, closed their eyes and took a deep breath, and involuntarily walked to the window, the trees in the garden were quiet, the building in the distance was lonely, and the self in front of the window was pitiful, guarding such a secret, destined to beg for it.

I vaguely remember the first time I saw her pink skin, mouth, black hair, eyes, and the hot and stuffy day in June, she was lying in the cradle with her red belly pocket, and her teeth and claws. Holding her in his arms, his body was stiff and he didn't dare to move, she was too soft for fear that she would seep away like a puddle of water.

Holding her to learn to walk, accompanying her to learn to speak, holding her to learn to read, holding her to practice writing, and holding her to learn to ride a horse - every bit of ten years ago has his own figure, and he doesn't want to quit every year in the future.

Dream Juelou opposite to Hao Xing Pavilion, the candlelight in the room is dim, Cui Ranxin tiptoed down the burden in his hand, and gently untied it, inside are several pieces of ancient ink, each piece of color is different, the shape is different, of course, the age is not the same, two of them are particularly precious, one is inlaid with gold, one is inlaid with jade, and the ink is engraved with words, which are known and forgotten.

Cui Ranxin held a few pieces of ancient ink in her hand and smelled them, this is a good thing she has coveted for a long time, in fact, these pieces of ancient ink were specially purchased by Qin Lang, and she was going to give them to her on Cui Ranxin's birthday. A few months ago, she was found in the study, her eyes seemed to be glued to it, and she was reluctant to leave, but Qin Lang still couldn't help but didn't agree to give it to her.

Specially sent over so late today, even if he didn't say anything, Cui Ranxin also understood his heart, and told himself that he was there in everything, and everyone was very sad after knowing that her throat was broken, and this party was the least concerned, not that she was not sad, but she was too naïve to think that this was just a moment, it would always be good, she was not a pessimistic person by nature, and everything would always be fine.

Cui Ran Xinqin, chess, calligraphy and painting learned the best is calligraphy, whether it is a flowing cursive, or a dignified and atmospheric regular script, or a healthy and elegant calligraphy, all of which are written in a good way, which makes people marvel at her young age with this attainment, of course, in addition to some talent, there is also a talented master.

Because of the best writing she is also very attentive, writing for the use of ink is also very particular, so she likes to collect all kinds of ink, especially like the old ink, the words written with the fragrance of ink, can smell better than the faint smell of new ink, but the preservation of those ancient ink, not than the collection of those ancient ink is not easy, too dry and cracked, too wet and melting, it is difficult to serve.

After carefully storing these ancient inks, he climbed into bed and fell asleep, with a smile on the corner of his mouth and affection on his eyebrows.

Early the next morning, get up to take medicine, go to the study hall to go to the study hall, and enter the palace to consult the classics.

Cui Ranxin's mouth disease gradually spread, and the Guogong Mansion couldn't hide it if she wanted to, she was sad and sad for her, and she was usually jealous and unhappy, but she dared to be angry and didn't dare to say anything in private. But what everyone has to do is to visit the sick in the name of the truth. As the saying goes, hearing is false, seeing is believing.

So early in the morning, many people came to the Mansion of Zhongyongguo one after another, and Mengjue Lou was not lively, they were all young ladies of the family, all of whom were born with golden keys, and were born superior, even if they were taught good etiquette. Because he was young, he came to visit the patient, but when he ran into each other, he chattered and became lively, looking at Cui Ranxin, who was sitting on the bed without saying a word, so comforted, out of the house, and happily danced in the yard, discussing the spring flowers, peach and willow green, which is the most suitable for going out.

said that the son of whose family asked a group of young talents to go to the Xudi Temple to enjoy the flowers and compose poems, and they also called their brothers to come to have a chance encounter, what a beautiful expectation.

In this country's mansion, there are two young men who are deeply admired by the girls in the boudoir, the eldest son Cui Jiuxuan and the second son Cui Jiu'an, Cui Jiuxuan is the sixteenth good year, unbridled and chic, sunny, green and jerky. Which girl doesn't love the young man, as for the second son, although he is talented and famous, he is the eldest son of the grandfather of the country, but he is only two years younger, and he is more tempting than the sixteen-year-old Cui Jiuxuan, but he has to sigh even more when he is happy, after all, his father is just a five-grade idle official, but fortunately, it is not bad to have the backing of the Guogong Mansion.

finally sent away this group of young ladies from the family who watched the excitement, and Cui Ran signaled Qingshi to be thirsty.

I understood the sake at once, and poured a glass of warm water.

The sloppy Qing Shi stood aside and complained: "Miss, the fourth miss of the Shen family, she is ridiculing you both inside and outside the words, what a villain." ”

Cui Ranxin patted the back of Qingshi's hand for comfort, and then shook her head.

"Miss won't let me say it, I just said, and Miss Lu Er of the Taifu family, I thought that the family of Shili hairpins was more polite than others, and I will see you again today." Qing Shi was so angry that her little face was flushed, and her willow eyebrows were upside down.

Cui Ran couldn't speak, so he walked to the small study on the side of the connection, Qingshi and sake followed, and the two smaller maids of Tuiyun Lanyue, who were sending guests outside, also followed.

Cui Ranxin pushed away the paper, dipped the pen in ink, and in an instant, a big rooster with his head held high and his chest jumped on the paper, Cui Ranxin looked at the big rooster, and then looked at the Qing poem that was anxious to look inside. Sake was the first to laugh, and then the two little maids also laughed so much that the corners of their eyes were full of tears, and Qing Shi, who was stunned on the side, thought for a long time and suddenly realized.

"Miss, you're bullying—" Qing Shijiao said angrily. But it's not really annoying, the young lady with a smile in the corner of her eyes is so good-looking, how she wishes that the young lady will always laugh like this, like before. It doesn't matter if you're a laughing stock.

Cui Ranshu, who was standing in the courtyard, listened to the crisp and loud laughter in the house, and a long-suppressed emotion appeared in her heart, at this time, the house should not be dead and silent, it was crying, it was nervous, but even if she lost her voice, she could still make the people around her happy.

Seeing that her young lady stopped moving, Hanzhu said angrily: "It's all like this, and I'm still laughing heartlessly, I can't speak all the time, and I'm not afraid that the princess and the prince will withdraw from the marriage." ”

After hearing the three words of the prince, Cui Ranshu's eyes obviously had a hint of evasion, and after a moment, he stepped into the house, and he could only see the figure he wanted to see when he came here often.