In the world, there really is such a woman!

The woman was not very beautiful. Because a single beautiful word can't describe her demeanor.

The beauty of Tang Yuncao, the beauty is in its face and posture. Fluttering like a frightening Hong, graceful like a swimming dragon, Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine, as if like a light cloud covering the moon, fluttering like the snow of the wind. The beauty of the woman in yellow is beautiful everywhere. She has bright eyes, quiet and leisurely, whether she gestures or smiles slightly, she exudes a gorgeous and peerless temperament.

That kind of temperament is innate, naturally revealed, as quiet as the fragrance of the orchid, and as elegant as the fu. Whether it is Luo Yi Bihua or Jing Hai, there is no way to hide it. It's no wonder that he is as cold as Fang Yu, and he will be moved. Clear and beautiful as Tang Yuncalyx, looking at it is inexplicably melancholy.

The woman in yellow's eyes flowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth were like a crescent moon: "The little woman is Jane." I don't know what the two of you call them? Her voice is gentle but not coquettish, and it makes people feel more intimate after listening to it.

Tang Yuncao's eyebrows fell a little confused and lonely, and she replied mechanically: "My name is Tang Yuncao, and his name is Fang Liao." It was the female crown who asked us to run to it. ”

Jian Huaizhen smiled and said: "The two of you are not only my life-saving benefactor's friends, but also naturally my honored guests. With that, she led the two into the house.

In the Shangshu Mansion, the red walls and green tiles reflect each other, the pavilions and pavilions stand up, the rockery vines are entangled, and the strange flowers are clustered. For Fang Xiao and Tang Yunxu, who have lived in the countryside for a long time, it is tantamount to entering a fairyland on earth. Passing through a forest of green bamboos that are more than biruo, everyone enters a small courtyard. The flowers and trees in the courtyard are sparse, the grass is green, and the delicate moire purple carved lattice exudes a shallow brilliance in the sun.

Jian Huaizhen's face flashed with a quiet brilliance, and she smiled: "This small courtyard is very clean, and there are not many people who come and go on weekdays, so please stay here for the time being." Later, Xin'er will transfer two people to serve. If you two need anything, just talk to Xin'er. One of the pink-shirted maids with long hair and shawls behind her replied, "Yes." ”

Tang Yuncao saw that Jian Huaizhen was moving and quiet, and his temperament was elegant, just like the person in the painting, he inevitably felt a little self-pity, and he couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart.

Jian Huaizhen was about to place the two of them into the room, when he heard someone shouting: "Sister, I have been looking for you for a long time, so you are here!" Immediately afterward, a burly man in a blue shirt strode over. He was followed by a man dressed in white who looked like a scribe.

It was the man in front of him who spoke. He is the eldest son of Shangshu Mansion and Jian Huaizhen's elder brother Jian Wenying. He is extremely strong, wearing a blue brocade robe, embroidered with water ripples on the front and back, and in the middle of the water waves, he is inlaid with colorful auspicious cloud patterns, which is not a momentum. The son in the back, with a deep waist and sideburns, is like a crown of jade. He wears a soap-barred scarf with a double belt hanging from his back, a round-necked long-sleeved gown, six-seam boots, and a fan in his hand. The fan bones are made of ivory, and the whole body is hollowed out, and the nail hinged eyeliner of the folding fan is made of pure gold. The fan surface is tough paper, and the four lines of calligraphy "Shaoheng Gongzi" are mentioned on it, which complement each other with the fan pendant of the honey knot Canaan.

Jian Huaizhen's smile was like Zhilan blooming quietly in the dark night, his eyes were as soft as water, and he said, "Brother, what are you looking for me?" ”

Jian Wenying had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a hearty smile: "I'll introduce a young talent to you." This ......" he said as he pulled the white-clothed boy behind him in front of him: "He is the son of Jiang Shaoheng, who is famous in the capital." Sister, how close you are. ”

Jian Huaizhen stepped forward to greet Jiang Shaoheng, he was generous, his beautiful face was not shocked, and he was able to respond freely when he advanced and retreated, calmly.

The sparse shadow of the lilac tree, cast on Jian Huaizhen's body, was cut into a dream-like phantom, swaying in Jiang Shaoheng's blue-gray pupils. A hint of surprise also flashed across his handsome face, and was immediately soothed by a smile. It's just that the streamer turned around at this moment, and his mind was unsettled, and he had already fallen into the eyes of an irrelevant person next to him.

That person was Fang Xiao.

After Jian Huaizhen and Jiang Shaoheng saw each other, they introduced Fang Xiao and Tang Yuncao to Jian Wenying one by one. Jian Wenying has always been open-minded, ancient and warm-hearted, he sees that Fang is extraordinary, Tang Yuncao is beautiful and unique, and he likes it very much in his heart. Jiang Shaoheng spoke lightly, and only said a few ordinary polite words.

After the greetings, Jian Wenying volunteered to settle Fang Yu and Tang Yunxu, Jian Huaizhen had always known his brother's hospitable nature, so he nodded and took the two personal maids away.

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In the evening, the sky was red and seemed to be burning. The wind blew, and the clouds were torn into a ball, like a red that had knocked over a rouge box. Slowly, it turned into fragments of the sky, like red tears on the ground.

Jian Huaizhen sent Xin'er to invite Jian Wenying over. Xin'er walked out and bumped into someone. looked up, but it wasn't Jian Wenying, which one was it?

Jian Wenying played with a fan pendant made of honey knot Canaan, the fan pendant was clear and yellow, carved with a knife into a hole, impregnated by rain, and the spots were a little like partridge spots, and the aroma was clear and sweet.

When he saw Jian Huaizhen, he stuffed the fan pendant into her hand and shouted, "Sister, didn't you say that the fan pendant is the best with honey knot Canaan, and you want one?" I've got you covered. ”

The fan pendant was very light and soft to the hand, Jian Huaizhen glanced at it, his eyebrows locked slightly, and asked: "Brother, I saw that Jiang Shaoheng's fan pendant today is also made of honey knot Canaan, did he give it to you?" ”

Jian Wenying replied casually: "Yes." Then he smiled meaningfully and said, "Zhen'er, what do you think of Brother Shaoheng?" ”

Jian Huaizhen lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment, then raised his head and said, "I don't want this fan pendant, you give it back to him." ”

"Why is that?" Jian Wenying's eyes were slightly stunned.

The fire clouds in the western sky became more and more intense, and everything in heaven and earth was stained with a layer of bright blood. The sunset is dusk, and in the thick of blood red, it seems to be covered with a layer of blue and black dim light, which reflects gloom and coldness everywhere.

The corners of Jian Huaizhen's eyes were also faintly red, and her words touched her heart: "Have you forgotten whose person he is?" He is the adopted son of Rufei. ”

Jian Wenying felt a chill suddenly appear on his spine, and he also thought about it before saying, "I have never forgotten that Concubine Ru and we have a deep blood feud. It's just that Brother Shaoheng is really a good person. The last time I encountered a robber on my way back to Beijing, if he hadn't come to my rescue, I am afraid you would not have seen my brother. ”

The room was quiet, and it seemed so quiet that even the sound of a heartbeat could be faintly heard.

"Sister", Jianwen English said earnestly, "Brother Shaoheng has a pure nature and an extraordinary appearance. He is both civil and military, and has excellent intelligence, which is far from being comparable to the children of ordinary officials. You and him can be described as talented and beautiful, if you become a couple in the future, wouldn't there be one less person to rely on by the concubine's side? ”

Jian Wenying's evaluation of Jiang Shaoheng is not full of boasting. Jiang Shaoheng is the adopted son of Concubine Ru, and has lived in the deep palace with Concubine Ru since he was a child. Although Emperor Zhu Di did not agree very much, he did not oppose it. Jiang Shaoheng won the literary champion at the age of fourteen and the martial champion at the age of sixteen, and his reputation was all over the world for a while. He was born handsome and elegant, humble and gentle, and I don't know how many young and beautiful people like him.

Jian Huaizhen's eyes were as deep as impenetrable autumn water, and she said quietly: "Maybe that's a bureau set up by Concubine Ru?" If the concubine is ruthless, what can't she do? Jiang Shaoheng has been following Concubine Ru for a long time, and his scheming is so deep, how can you and I be able to spy on it? If this is not a bureau, how can Concubine Ru let Jiang Shaoheng befriend you? ”

Jian Wenying was silent. He knew that he had no way to persuade his sister, but he was still persuaded by his sister, so he immediately shrugged his shoulders and asked, "By the way, who are Fang Xiao and Tang Yunxu?" ”

Jian Huaizhen told Jian Wenying about what happened in the Tang Gate sacrifice ceremony. The words are very detailed, as if they have personally experienced this change.

Jian Wenying's heroic face was a little more disappointed, and he said repeatedly: "I haven't seen such a wonderful scene, it's really disappointing." ”

Listening to Jian Huaizhen talk about Tang Yuncao's tragic experience, Jian Wenying couldn't help but feel very pity, and said loudly: "No wonder I always feel that Miss Tang is sad and bleak, even when she laughs, it seems that she has a very heavy heart. But she didn't expect that she had just experienced such a tragic and sad thing. ”

"Why not," Jian Huaizhen frowned and said softly, "If it weren't for the poor background of Miss Jinmin, I wouldn't have taken it upon myself to arrange for them to take refuge in our mansion." If...... If our sister is still alive, I'm afraid she will be as beautiful as Miss Tang. ”

Darkness and splashes of ink spread across the sky, and the magnificent red disappeared without a trace in an instant. The room was also gloomy. Xin'er walked in with a royal blue glass candlestick, and the shadow of the candle fell on the candlestick, as if there was a blue crystal flowing between her slender fingers.

"Madame just ordered me to send a message, and the concubine Niangniang summoned the son and the young lady to enter the palace tomorrow, saying that they would not see each other for some days, and they were worried about it." Xin'er said as she placed the glass candlestick on the small screen embedded with blue and white porcelain paintings.

Jian Wenying responded with a smile and said, "Sister, a few days ago, I saw that you used a mahogany gold lacquer inlaid ivory throne screen, why did you change it today?" ”

Before Jian Huaizhen could answer, Xin'er had already smiled and said, "Son, you know our young lady's temper, she doesn't know how much she has collected these delicate and delicate things." I just didn't see where it was good. As Xin'er spoke, she saw the honey knot Canaan fan pendant in Jian Wenying's hand, and said: "Let's take the fan pendant as an example, our young lady has a collection of tabby shells, gold silk, crystal, white jade, amber, beeswax and everything, and a collection full of sandalwood boxes." ”

Jian Huaizhen raised her eyes and glanced at Xin'er, Xin'er hurriedly retracted, snickering there alone. Jian Wenying suddenly felt a little worried: this sister of her own, everything is excellent. It's just that there is only one thing, especially like to collect gold, stone and jade. As long as it is a favorite gold, stone and jade, no matter how much silver taels are spent, you always have to think of buying it. The so-called doll is demoralized, which is not necessarily a good thing.