Chapter 102: Knowing the Warmth of the Winter

Chapter 102: Knowing the Warmth of the Winter

When Zhu Zhanji returned to the Prince's Mansion, it was almost dusk, and the sky seemed to be about to snow, gloomy and gloomy, and dark clouds were overwhelming.

The biting cold wind penetrated through the crack in the door, and Sun Qingyang, who was reading on the soft pillow on the Luohan couch, couldn't help but shiver, she looked around, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and even the candle flame did not move, so she breathed a sigh of relief and closed the book in her hand.

The window was suddenly blown open by the wind, making a creaking and screeching sound.

Because she didn't like to be disturbed when she was reading, Du Ruo and Fumi were doing needlework outside, and Sun Qingyang didn't call them, she got up and closed the window, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a figure flashing by the corridor outside the window, and her heart tightened: "Who is outside?"

After a moment of silence, Sun Qingyang was about to call someone, and the dark figure walked out from the shadow of the osmanthus tree, and a man's low voice sounded, "Sister, it's me." ”

I haven't seen him for a few months, Zhu Zhanji seems to have grown a lot taller, and his original crisp and slightly childish voice has become low and slightly hoarse, as if there is a bellows echoing in his chest, which is indescribably good.

Seeing Zhu Zhanji staring at him intently, as if he had mixed feelings and was too complicated to understand, Sun Qingyang touched his face in confusion, "Brother Zhu, do I have dirty things on my face?" ”

"Oh. No, well, there's a grain of rice here. Zhu Zhanji first denied it, then changed his words, and his hand gently touched Sun Qingyang's cheek.

Standing so realistically in front of her, her apple face was hot and red, and she looked very warm, as if she had come from the summer.

"Brother Zhu, come in quickly, it's windy, it's cold." Sun Qingyang shrunk his neck. After only opening the window for a while, she felt so cold, and Brother Zhu didn't know how long he had been standing outside, and when he helped her remove the rice grains on her face, the fingers that touched her skin were cold.

Zhu Zhanji opened the window into the house and closed the window.

Du Ruo outside seemed to hear something, and raised his voice to ask, "Miss, are you calling me?" ”

Zhu Zhanji shook his finger at Sun Qingyang, and Sun Qingyang replied to Du Ruo, "No, I'm studying, don't come in and disturb me." ”

Zhu Zhanji suddenly hugged Sun Qingyang in his arms and hugged him tightly before letting go. Seeing Sun Qingyang's somewhat displeased eyes, he explained, "When I was in the desert, the sword on the battlefield had no eyes, and sometimes, the blood of the people next to me would be splashed on the face, and the person who was still talking just now didn't breathe for the next moment. At that time, I thought, if I come back, I want to hug you well. ”

It doesn't mean anything else, it's just to hug it, feel alive, breathe, talk, and hug.

Instead of being like the emperor's grandfather and the right mother, yin and yang are separated, the upper and lower yellow springs are poor, and the two places are gone.

So after returning home, he saw his mother's concubine, so he came to Biyun Pavilion, saw her small figure in front of the window, and was not in a hurry to see it, so he stood under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, looking at the silhouette under the lamp, turning the pages of the book.

Her world, without him, seems to be quite peaceful and comfortable.

And his world, with her, will be more beautiful and happy.

I want to see her every day, I want to hear her every day.

After Oyuntana's incident, Zhu Zhanji seems to have an understanding of the difference between men and women, just like Oyuntana's confession to him: I like you. These four words, he also wanted to say to Sun Qingyang.

But he knew that he couldn't say it, it would scare her, or she would be so angry that her little face turned red and she didn't pay attention to herself anymore.

She's still too young, when will she be able to grow to her own age!

Zhu Zhanji's mood at this time is that he is a little teenager, and he is a little troubled.

Sun Qingyang didn't understand why Zhu Zhanji thought of herself at the moment of life and death, but she knew that this was the meaning that Brother Zhu was very close to her, so she decided to forgive him for hugging regardless of the difference between men and women.

Although she forgave her, she still said with a disgusted face: "You are so cold, you have passed on the cold to me." ”

"That's why I hugged it, otherwise, I'll break your bones. Let me see, my sister has grown taller and thinner. Standing under the lamp, Zhu Zhanji looked at Sun Qingyang carefully.

Smoked a strip, a little girl's appearance, smiling and grinning is very sweet, but the cold eyebrows are like a plum blossom that bullies frost and snow in winter.

Looks better.

"You've grown taller and thinner." After speaking, Sun Qingyang said to Zhu Zhanji with a straight face: "Brother Zhu, you can't stand outside the house like this in the future, and you can't enter me through the window like this, and I am not allowed to let the maid in my house, which is not right." ”

Zhu Zhanji was stunned, "You scared my sister just now?" ”

Sun Qingyang nodded, "Well, it's windy again, and I'm a little scared." Although the family doesn't need to be too formal, it's not appropriate for you to come here at this hour, if someone with a heart sees it, it will slander me again! ”

From the day Zhu Zhan Yan explained that the Lord of Hui County rumored that she had a childhood sweetheart, Xiao Langjun, although Sun Qingyang pretended not to care on his face, he still had some mind in his heart, from that day on, even if he met Zhu Zhan Yan again, there must be a maid next to him, and he refused to get along alone, so as not to be made up by someone with a heart and spread the word again.

Although Zhu Zhanji didn't let Du Ruo and them in today, she felt that it was not good.

Everyone has grown up, and they shouldn't be as familiar and informal as before.

Zhu Zhanji's face sank, "Who slandered you?" What nonsense? ”

Sun Qingyang shook his head, "It's nothing, the master also said that men and women don't have the same table at the age of seven, and now that Brother Zhu has grown up, he doesn't fit to come to my house." ”

Zhu Zhanji disagreed, "Don't talk about the seat, it's the couch, and we haven't sat together." What does it matter if your own family stays in a room, and besides, Du Ruo and they are outside, and we talk like this for a while, and they can't hear it, but because they hear my voice, they don't come in. Sister, don't worry, I have my own measure. ”

Sun Qingyang stomped his feet, "Anyway, in the future, you are not allowed to be so sneaky, and you are not allowed to break my girl." ”

Zhu Zhanji looked at Sun Qingyang, smiled with crooked eyes, and said good-naturedly: "Okay, it's all up to you!" But now you're going to have to rely on me. ”

"What's the matter?"

"Play chess with me."

Zhu Zhanji had never played chess with Sun Qingyang once, and he didn't even know that Sun Qingyang could play chess, but when he came in, he caught a glimpse of the book Sun Qingyang had just read was a chess book.

Playing chess with her, don't know who wins and who loses?

was playful for a while, and he had to pull Sun Qingyang to agree to his request.

Hearing Zhu Zhanji's request, Sun Qingyang did not immediately agree, before coming, her mother had warned her that Yidao implied power skills, which have been closely related to the art of emperors since ancient times, and a person who plays chess well, people often think that he is good at strategy and scheming, and ignores the chess that is character, to truly understand a person.

For Sun Qingyang, the mother wanted to sharpen her character when she first played chess, but because of her high talent, she really liked it, so that her chess skills improved by leaps and bounds, but for her, playing chess is the same as climbing a tree, it is a fun thing, and when it comes to such a big content, it is a headache to listen to it, so after coming to Beijing, except for watching chess games and playing chess pieces in her own room, I didn't let anyone know that she could play chess.

I didn't think about hiding the chess book just now, but as a result, Brother Zhu found out.

Sun Qingyang was a little annoyed.

"If you agree to play chess with me, I will never tell anyone that you can play chess." Zhu Zhanji remembered that no one in the house knew that Sun Qingyang could play chess, and thought that she was afraid that she would be known if she didn't want to agree, so she swore an oath.

Sun Qingyang's chagrin is more that although she has some talent in chess, she is just a girl, and the main opponent is her father, and her improvement is too limited, but Zhu Zhanji is a master of all six arts, so she will not be his opponent at all.

Wouldn't it be ugly if the defeat was too bad?

Seeing Sun Qingyang hesitating, Zhu Zhanji smiled slightly, with a child-like connivance: "Is it okay to let you hold the black?" ”。

Sun Qingyang was competitive, "No, guess." ”

Even before she played chess, she was allowed to be black, and the implication was to conclude that she would lose very badly.

Raise your voice and call Du Ruo to bring Yunzi.

Du Ruo came in with two jars of clouds and a checkerboard, and was not surprised to see Zhu Zhanji at all, thinking that he had heard his voice outside just now.

Putting Yunzi on the small table of the Luohan couch, Zhu Zhanji smiled and motioned for Sun Qingyang to start.

Du Ruo came in with hot tea and poured a cup for each of them.

Sun Qingyang grabbed a few white grains casually and glanced at the emperor's eldest grandson.

Zhu Zhanji took the tea and lowered his head to take a sip, and said without raising his eyelids: "Single." ”

Sun Qingyang stretched out to show him, "It's an even number." She picked up the sunspot and threw a leafy flower on the board.

The one who holds the black goes first, this is the rule of Go.

After a few steps, Sun Qingyang picked up a cloud and studied it.

Zhu Zhanji's chess style is both hard and spicy, the deceit is ruthless, and when it should be harmonious, it is very obscure, she is not an opponent.

But she was unwilling to lose too badly, and she has been resisting stubbornly.

It's a pity that the difference in chess strength is too far, Zhu Zhanji is still pressing step by step, and after killing a person and flipping on his back, after a few rounds, there are not many sunspots left on the chessboard.

Looking at the chessboard, Zhu Zhanji smiled and said, "Don't you want to stop?" ”

Sun Qingyang stretched out his hand to disrupt the chess game, "Brother Zhu's chess skills should be with the scholars to figure out how to be better, what is the heart of a little girl with me?" ”

"My sister is actually playing very well, I don't lie to you. It's just that you have too little actual combat experience, so if you play according to the chess game, it is easy to be seen through and destroy your plan, not that you play badly, and when you are as old as me, I may not be able to win you. ”

Knowing that Zhu Zhanji was comforting himself, Sun Qingyang looked at the endgame on the chessboard, "The piece of armor is not left and says that I played well, Brother Zhu sits upright to comfort people." Okay, the chess game is over, it's getting late, you should go back this time, right? ”

As soon as he heard that he was asked to go back, Zhu Zhanji thought of the feeling of being alone again, and his face couldn't help but show a sad look that did not match his age.

No matter how much you laugh, the sense of depression and fear between life and death still lingers.

Seeing his expression, Sun Qingyang was taken aback, "What's the matter, Brother Zhu?" ”

Zhu Zhanji looked at her with red eyes, "Quan Niangniang is dead!" ”

It's not that he has a deep affection for Concubine Quan Xian, but when he saw that the always majestic imperial grandfather would cry like a child, he had a new understanding of the impermanence of life and death.

Once again, I felt that the heavens saw all things, but they were like dogs.