In April, the grass is delicious and weaving everywhere.

It's a great time to see the flowers.

Mingyue hadn't gone out to participate in any banquets for three years, and she had almost cut off contact with the outside world.

Only the handkerchief of the county lord of Qingning was handed over, and in the past three years, the two often exchanged letters and exchanged ideas.

The lord of Qingning came from the Pingyang Palace, and the king of Pingyang, as the king of a party, could not leave the land of Tibet easily.

Therefore, the lord of Qingning only has the opportunity to return to Beijing with his mother who went to Beijing to visit relatives in April every year.

At this time, presumably Qingning had only returned to Beijing not long ago.

Thinking of her friend who she hadn't seen for a long time, Mingyue couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Girl, the flower-viewing feast is scheduled for three days later, do you want to go to the feast?" The steady and restrained big girl Shuxiang leaned over and asked respectfully.

To go or not to go?

It stands to reason that my friend Qingning's post should not be shirked, and Mingyue in her previous life thought so.

Who knows, on that day, Princess Jiahe and Princess Jiarou were also allowed to leave the palace and participate in the flower viewing banquet of the county lord of Qingning.

As soon as the two princesses appeared, they attracted the attention of most of the nobles present, and everyone gathered around the two princesses, laughing and funny, so lively, which made Qingning, the host, like a guest, cold and deserted, causing Qingning to vomit bitterness with Mingyue in private.

In this life, the flower-viewing banquet came as scheduled, and if you go, you will inevitably face Princess Jiahe.

Thinking of Jiahe, Mingyue couldn't help but clench the silk handkerchief in her hand, and only let go after a while.

Shuxiang was still standing aside and waiting for her reply, Mingyue straightened the crumpled handkerchief casually, then took the post, opened it and swiped it, and smiled at Shuxiang: "Qingning has a banquet, so naturally I want to go." ”

At this time, Princess Jiahe should not have known that the Marquis of Anping Mansion had intended to discuss marriage with the Jiang family, and there was really no need for her to show her cowardice first.

What's more, even if she knew, Mingyue didn't want to retreat step by step and end up being bullied to death like in her previous life.

This time, the opportunity is in my hands, who wins and who loses, and wait for the future!

……

The next day, after greeting the old lady and the eldest lady Wang, Jiang Chengzong and Mingyue sat in a pavilion in the small garden of the inner courtyard.

Jiang Chengzong didn't speak, but his eyes quietly glanced at the scholarly fragrance beside Mingyue, and then looked around again.

Mingyue understood, and immediately turned her head sideways to the scholar who was standing aside and said, "You go to the intersection to guard, if anyone comes, remind us earlier." ”

"Yes." Shuxiang bent her knees in response, walked on the trail not far away, and stood at the intersection to look ahead.

Jiang Chengzong took out a book wrapped in brocade from his bosom and handed it to Mingyue:

"What you wanted, I brought it to you. Although my father did not limit the amount of time I could borrow books, it would be better for you to copy a copy yourself as soon as possible, just in case. ”

Seeing her brother's cautious appearance, Mingyue didn't dare to slack off, she took the book cautiously, gently uncovered the corner of the brocade, and the three big characters "Guiguzi" appeared on the exposed book cover.

"Cover it, don't let anyone find out!" Jiang Chengzong's tone was serious and he said in a low voice.

Mingyue immediately folded the brocade again, and then looked at Jiang Chengzong puzzled: "Big brother, why are you so nervous?" ”

Jiang Chengzong frowned, pondered for a long time, and then sighed: "I once told you that this book has long been called heresy, and if it is known that my Jiang family has this book, I am afraid that it will be used by someone with a heart to be attacked." ”

"In that case, why does my father keep this handle?" There is more than one book on the art of conspiracy, and since it is not understood by the world, wouldn't it be more appropriate to burn one of them on fire?

Jiang Chengzong's eyes showed a hint of astonishment: "I don't know—"

Mingyue was slightly stunned, the eldest brother, as the eldest son of the Jiang family, was outstanding in his own learning, and was highly valued by his father. On weekdays, my father often took him with him to teach him personally, and he also told everything about the Jiang family, did he hide this matter alone?

As soon as he saw his sister's expression, he knew what she was thinking at the moment, and Jiang Chengzong had no choice but to explain: "It's not that my father hid it from me, but even my father himself didn't know why he wanted to keep this book, and he just obeyed his grandfather's orders." It is said that when my grandfather was alive, he loved this book and kept it for decades. ”

"Grandfather?" Mingyue became more and more confused.

At this time, although it was only three years since Jiang Shoufu died, for Mingyue, who had returned from rebirth, he had not seen his grandfather for five years.

I searched for the limited memories related to my grandfather in my mind, but I only remembered that it was an old man who was always smiling and full of wisdom.

Grandfather loved "Guiguzi"?

It seems that no one has ever heard of it—

Yes, this book is called "heresy", presumably in the position of a grandfather, he can only read it privately, and dare not make a big splash.

"In short, you must be careful when reading a book, and try not to show it in front of others." Jiang Chengzong finally instructed Mingyue.

It was a matter of the Jiang family, Mingyue naturally didn't dare to slack off, she nodded lightly: "Big brother, I don't know when you will return to the academy?" ”

"I'm going to leave this afternoon."

"So fast?" Mingyue was a little reluctant.

Jiang Chengzong chuckled: "If you have something, write to me, and I'll come back next time." ”

The elder brother is destined to take the road of the imperial examination, and at this moment, he naturally needs to focus on his studies, Mingyue put away the reluctance in her heart, picked up the book "Guiguzi" wrapped in brocade with both hands, and said with a smile: "When the eldest brother comes back next time, I will definitely discuss it with the eldest brother again." ”

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, but I've only tasted the first few chapters of this book—"

Jiang Chengzong was talking, and at this time, a deliberately amplified voice sounded not far away: "Chang'an, are you here to find the eldest young master?" ”

Mingyue and Jiang Chengzong glanced at each other, knowing that today's conversation could not continue, and they both had some regrets.

……

After lunch, Shuxiang walked into the house, bent his knees and said to Mingyue: "Girl, Chang'an in the front yard just handed over the message, and the young master Yan has already left the mansion and rushed to Zhixing Academy with Changfeng. ”

At this time, it should have just finished lunch, and the eldest brother set off so soon?

Mingyue remembered the book "Guiguzi" given to her by her eldest brother again, she stood up and said to a few maids in the house: "I'm going to the study, you don't have to follow me." ”

After Mingyue entered the study and closed the door, Mo Ran looked at the fragrance of the book with a worried face: "The girl has been more bookish than ever before, and she won't let us follow, so go on like this-"

Shuxiang hurriedly interrupted her: "How can we leave our beaks in the girl's business?" We just take care of the girl's diet and rest, and the girl has her own sense of proportion. ”

Mo Ran was immediately silent, watching Shuxiang command the little maid to clean up the cups and dishes on the table, slowly exhaled, and then went out to work.