'Spring' goes to summer, apricot 'flowers' bloom and peach 'flowers' fall, the whole three 'spring' in the Binwei courtyard are all raising the 'flower' rain, the cloud-like 'flower' sea, gradually replaced by the dense leaf crown, the cicada song replaces the warbler's language, the summer shirt changes the 'spring' clothes, and the years are quiet.

Yin Yuan flew back and forth almost once in half a month, bringing Ning Shaobi's thick letters, most of which were about the customs of Chang'an, or the interesting things he encountered, You Ruoheng and Ban may or may not know, but no one in the You family has ever mentioned the matter of the falcon, and in this kind of indifference, Zhuo Zhaojie gradually began to reply.

The first time she replied to the letter, was touched by the last falling 'flower' flying in the court at the end of the 'spring', holding the 'flower' petals that sneaked into the window with the wind, she couldn't help but pick up the pen, although she only said a few words about the apricot and peach 'flowers' in the Binwei courtyard, Ning Shaobi wrote a letter again, but wrote more than a dozen pieces of paper, especially mentioning a phoenix in the mansion of the Marquis of Yongcheng' Flower tree, this kind of tree originally born in Nanzhao is not easy to survive in Chang'an, it is raised in a greenhouse built of glaze, there is a pipe of the earth dragon near the root of the tree, watering the mountain spring water specially called outside the city, and it is also equipped with a special "door" of the "flower" craftsman to serve the "lane", even so, it is not every year to bloom "flower".

“…… I have heard people say that the phoenix 'flower' is as gorgeous as fire when it blooms, and this 'flower' tree is all over the mountains in Nanzhao, and when the 'flower' blooms, it burns like a mountain and burns up until the sky is connected with the sunset, as if the glow is spread all the way to the world...... It's a pity that it only blooms in the middle of summer, at that time I mostly sent my grandmother to Cuiwei Mountain to escape the summer, when I returned to Chang'an, it also thanked, one year I stayed in Chang'an and waited, I wanted to know what the so-called gorgeous like fire, but that year it did not open.

"So this year, I turned back from Cuiwei Mountain in advance, and I finally saw it."

Attached to the letter is a clump of dried phoenix 'flowers', slender and long, the description of the extremely gorgeous 'flowers', blooming in the branches should be in full swing, now it has become a red 'color', but you can still imagine when such a 'flower' swarms and blooms, like a fire descending from the sky, the mighty 'swing' 'swing' is terrifying, and it is simply unstoppable.

Zhuo Zhaojie didn't understand why Ning Shaobi described this 'flower' in such detail at first, until she noticed that the last page was not signed, and looked at it in reverse...... Sure enough, there is.

"This time, I not only waited for the phoenix 'flower' that I have always wanted to see, but also waited for your reply, if I continue to wait with such a warm and hopeful heart, Zhaojie, I think I will be able to wait until you agree to me."

The handwriting of this line of words is obviously different from the previous dozen or so, the dozen or so are like flowing water, revealing a faint ease and leisure, but this line suddenly shows persistence...... Although it was written by the same person, the change in the writer's mood can be clearly perceived, and perhaps he thought about it for a long time before he put pen to paper, so there is such a sharp difference.

Zhuo Zhaojie pursed his lips - this was the first time that Ning Shaobi had mentioned the past since Yin Yuan acted as a messenger.

She looked at the blazing sun outside the window, thought lazily for a moment, and only wrote a very ordinary reply when she didn't see the opposite.

Ning Shaobi's letterhead came again, as if there was no such thing.

In this way, Chenguang soon arrived in autumn, originally this year's autumn, Ren Shenzhi was going to play, but You Zi died, he wanted to keep filial piety, and he had abandoned his homework for most of the year, so naturally he didn't mention it, so except for the second room, the You family was not nervous.

Bai Zijing is only You Can's fiancé in the end, and he usually hears that he is very good at schoolwork, so Zhuo Zhaojie will not worry about him anything, and still slowly replies to Ning Shaobi's letter.

On this day, Yin Yuan brought a new letter, which had not yet been opened, and a dark fragrance that had been blown by the wind in the sky and still remained in the light for several days made her frown slightly, this fragrance ...... It's too much like the fat powder used by 'women'......

Moreover, there is still a smell of fat powder nowadays, how strong should it be when printed?

Is this intentional? Or is it unintentional?

Zhuo Zhaojie frowned, his fingers stroked the envelope, and he couldn't open it for a long time.

After a long time of chanting, she cautiously opened the letter, and saw that there were traces of ink on the edge of the letter, and she was calm, but she saw that the first seven must be:

"Last night, Xiaolou listened to the pipa, and the song of the 'Spring' River overwhelmed everyone, I remember that at this time last year, the sun was setting on Mingyue Lake."

The following is the text, but it is said that he went to a certain house with his companion in Chang'an to listen to the pipa, and one of the young 'women' played the "'Spring' River 'Flower' Moonlit Night", which is also known as "Sunset Drum", to subdue everyone and win the first place, Ning Shaobi described in detail the young 'girl' talk and play, saying that it was very much like the disciple of Cao Yi, another national player in Chang'an-if there was no fat powder stamp on the envelope, Zhuo Zhaojie would soon be able to write a reply.

It's just that......

She stared at the faint trace of fat powder, and suddenly felt annoyed for no reason!

The Tao in the hook column, although Zhuo Zhaojie is not very clear, but the second lady has leaked a few words of 'dew' in the past, Zhuo Zhaojie pieced it together, and can guess the "small building" that Ning Shaobi went to - a certain family, it is definitely not a good family!

Otherwise, if it is an innocent pipa, how can it be "last night"?

In the middle of the night, a group of 'women' competed on the pipa, and the invited viewers and referees turned out to be young men from all over the world......

Is this something that a 'daughter' from a good family does?

Zhuo Zhaojie's face gradually became ugly - on the one hand, he wrote to himself to ask long and short questions, as if he was caring, but on the other hand, he was generously visiting the brothel - what did he think of himself!

She stared at the place where the ink had opened for a moment, then lowered her head to sniff, and sure enough, there was a faint, almost imperceptible aroma of wine.

As Ning Shaobi's identity, it is natural to enjoy everything the best, if it is not the most mellow wine, it is impossible to dye it on the letterhead, and there is still an aftertaste after these days......

If he hadn't drunk too much, it is estimated that there would never have been a miss like "last night"?

Zhuo Zhaojie smiled coldly, held the hand of the long case, and gradually got stronger...... Her face was 'pale' and 'cloudy' and sometimes sunny, thinking carefully about how to reply to this letter.

This feeling of being deceived is just too bad......

When Zhuo Zhaojie woke up, the words "last night" on the letterhead had been unconsciously pinched several times by her fingernails, and she was almost torn...... In the end, he didn't hold it back, he studied the ink himself, took a blank letterhead, wrote down a poem with a few strokes, and tied it back to the 'legs' of Yinyuan with hatred - anyway, Ning Shaobi said that it would prey on its own, and Zhuo Zhaojie didn't bother to prepare food for it now, and shouted: "Give it to your master!" ”

It was only when Yu Yuan flew away, Zhuo Zhaojie instantly regretted it, she immediately ran back to the inner room and took out the whistle given by Ning Shaobi...... However, no matter how much he blows, he can't see Yin Yuan come back, the general trend has gone, Zhuo Zhaojie covered his face, and moaned: "It's over, it's over!" What did I write?! ”

Yin Yuan flew over the mountains and rivers aggrieved, and finally delivered the letterhead safely to Ning Shaobi, who smiled and unfolded, and was stunned for a moment-

I saw that the letterhead was extremely scribbled:

"The golden groove pipa is accustomed to the veins, and the red makeup brocade tent recognizes the old customers. is clearly proud of the name, and the special falcon comes to tell the joy! ”

The scribbled handwriting, even out of order, there are a few places where the pen is obviously sharp, and anyone who knows a little about calligraphy can see the anger of Zhuo Zhaojie when he wrote this poem!

He raised his head, the excitement and apprehension in his eyes were 'intertwined', and after a while, he muttered, "Shi Wu, this kid really has some 'door' Dao...... The rouge and the wine marks, ha...... The red makeup brocade tent recognizes the old customers - sure enough, Zhaojie 'revealed' such obvious jealousy...... So she really has me in her heart? ”

The apprehension in Ning Shaobi's eyes gradually turned into ecstasy, he clenched the letterhead, hurried back to the inner room, and ordered Luan Nu to study ink.

A few days later, Zhuo Zhaojie waited for Yinyuan in the ordeal, and she held on to the last glimmer of hope to pray that Yinyuan had returned halfway and had not yet been to Chang'an, but the letterhead tied to its "leg" made Zhuo Zhaojie's last hope dashed...... opened Ning Shaobi's reply in horror, what Zhuo Zhaojie didn't expect was that Ning Shaobi actually replied with a song of seven uniques-

"Madame suspects that I am too depressed, and regrets that I was willing to be persuaded back then. Since Jiangnan has said goodbye, it is clear that the lovesick 'door' is a guest! ”

The handwriting is smooth and crisp, with a sense of relief and pleasure...... Later, he roughly explained what happened, it was a night banquet at a companion's house, and invited everyone from the church to be present, and it was definitely not the place where he set foot in the fireworks 'flower', and explained that the eldest princess Jiyang did not like the 'daughter' of the 'door', and she was Yunyun who never went to the hook fence.

After reading the letter, Zhuo Zhaojie didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or take a breath, and then spat with a red face: "What lady!" This person is taking advantage of me indiscriminately! He must not be spared! ”

When Ning Shaobi received Zhuo Zhaojie's reply again, it was already late autumn, and the leaves of Chang'an sycamore trees fell together, except for the greenhouse, there were few 'flowers' blooming outside, and even the evergreen pines and cypresses were also 'colored' and dimmed.

The pale pink apricot 'flower' pattern letterhead is spread flat on the rosewood head case, and the note on the letterhead reads: "Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc in Chang'an." The mountains and rivers are long, who knows who the lovesickness leans on! ”

He could imagine Zhuo Zhaojie puffing and composing himself under the window when he wrote this letter......

Ning Shaobi stared at the letterhead and smiled proudly - this poem was already completely flirtatious in his eyes, and now it was late autumn, and after this winter, the 'spring' day of the next year would be Zhuo Zhaojie's birthday...... Although he didn't know what day her birthday was, and this would be left until the time of asking for her name, but in the study of Duanyi Yuan, she had already admitted when she told him her name that Zhaojie was another name for 'spring', and she was born on the day of 'spring', so at the latest, Luli would not be later than March.

At that time, the Yellow River froze and could go north.

She is the young 'daughter' of the Zhuo family's four rooms, and was sent to Jiangnan for foster care in swaddling clothes, and it is said that she will have to be raised at the age of fifteen before she can go home...... From Moling to Chang'an, it is only half a month to take the waterway...... It's actually completely possible to ......

Half a year, at most another half a year, they can meet in Chang'an.

Thinking of this, Ning Shaobi picked up the pen......

Yin Yuan worked tirelessly against the frost and snow in the north, through the cool mountains and rivers, and fluttered his wings and fell to the south of the Yangtze River where the snow flew like 'flower' rain.

Zhuo Zhaojie, who changed into a jacket, walked down the courtyard from the cloister with clogs, stepped on a slip of clogs on the thin snow, signaled Yin Yuan to fall on the railing beside him, and called Ming 'Yin' to take food and feed Yin Yuan, and 'draw' out the letterhead, which is a familiar handwriting, and the elegant and rigorous line of writing is still seven uniques:

"I have acacia from afar, and my sideburns and faces are good. The long road is long, the mountains and rivers are far away, and the heart is quiet for a day. ”

Zhuo Zhaojie subconsciously bit his 'lip', the corners of his mouth hooked, bitten again, or hooked...... Eventually, she had to raise her sleeves to hide her face from a smile full of joy......

After a while, she walked briskly back to the inner room, and took out the brocade box with her own hands to put Ning Shaobi's letterhead - she just took one casually, but now it is gradually not enough, although this one is only a piece of paper, put it in, and the lid of the box can't be closed.

She took out all the letterheads and looked through them slowly.

Of course, it was only a year of correspondence, but because Ning Shaobi only replied to seven times except for these few times, he had to write several pieces of paper at a time, and folded them heavily...... If Yuyuan is not a falcon, but a carrier pigeon, he can't take it with him at all, and many details, if you don't see the letter again, will be somewhat forgotten......

Zhuo Zhaojie's fingertips touched one letter after another, and unconsciously, Ning Shaobi wrote so many letters, and Yin Yuan flew so many times between Moling and Chang'an......

Before I knew it, the curtain came down......

Before you know it, a year is going to pass like this......

Unconsciously, the resistance and defense in her heart disappeared like this......

The river of years, flowing quietly and quietly, Chenguang swayed so gently and silently......

——The young man in the gorgeous costume and the fan in the shadow of the apricot 'flower', he walked into the heart of the young 'girl' little by little, at this moment, Zhuo Zhaojie's heart was infinite and longing.