Although I have been drifting north of the capital with my brother for some years, and I have been to the Forbidden City countless times in order to write my graduation thesis, but at this time I have a completely different feeling from before. The majesty and magnificence of the Forbidden City is by no means imaginable for modern people, the kind of breathtaking solemn beauty can not be expressed in any photography and promotional films, you can only understand what is the royal majesty and what is the deep palace compound in this era.

The little eunuch who was sent to pick me up first led me to the Tianxin Nunnery where Su Malagu practiced.

It is a small courtyard close to the west corner tower of the Forbidden City, a separate courtyard, not connected to the outside world, as if it is another heavy cave, without a little royal majesty and luxury. The courtyard is full of bamboo, and the narrow stone road stretches to the innermost house, which is quite deep and has an indescribable Buddhist artistic conception. Such a scene reminded me of a poem, so I chanted in passing, "The winding path leads to the secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees." ”

"Wan Lai is silent here, but Yu Zhong is chime." Then a hearty laugh jumped into my ears.

This is the backyard of the deep palace, and it is also the place where Su Malagu practiced, and ordinary people will definitely not be able to enter. And the person in front of me who is a poet with me has no expression of detention at all, and must be a person who often comes and goes here. Could it be that this elegant son is the royal brother?

"I haven't seen you for a long time, but I didn't expect Sister Shaoying to grow taller again. The poems have also improved, and they can respond to the situation, which is not bad. In a few years, I'm afraid that in a few years, Shaoying's sister will be regarded as a stunning talent in Beijing's four or nine cities. He was dressed in a crescent white robe, his long black hair was meticulously tied behind him, and his handsome face had a gentle smile on his face, and the whole person looked clean and hearty against the background of the sun.

I looked sideways and saw that he was not wearing bright yellow braids, and thought to myself, he should not be some imperial brother in the palace. But what his identity is, for a while, I really can't guess, I just know that he should be very familiar with Zhaojia Shaoying, otherwise how could he call me Shaoying's sister so affectionately.

"Thanks to the praise of the son, Shao Ying chanted casually on a whim, what is it." I was slightly blessed, which can be regarded as a polite courtesy.

"Why haven't I seen you for more than half a year, Sister Shao Ying has also been divided, it turns out that you like to call me Brother Tingyu?" A sly smile suddenly appeared on his face, but it was faint, and then disappeared without a trace, and no matter how much I looked at it, I could not find a trace. "Sister Shaoying, you like to study on weekdays, but you haven't seen you these days, and you must have studied a lot of books, you can already be considered a talented girl, why be so modest?"

I pretended to be shy and nodded slightly, raised my hand and shook it, signaling that I was a little talented but didn't dare to be a talented woman.

The smile on his face became more and more gentle, and the whole person was filled with a kind of gentleness that only spring has, which made people involuntarily fascinated. "Sister Shaoying, what books have you been reading lately?"

"It's mostly poems and songs, miscellaneous talks, and some books for entertainment." This is the truth, whether it is before or after passing through, I really only read books that are of little use, and occasionally follow others to follow the pleasure of being elegant.

"Don't worry, Sister Shaoying, you are willing to recite two of my favorite sentences recently, so I will appreciate it below." His soft eyes were full of admiration and anticipation for me.

As a daughter of Manchuria, naturally I don't squirm, and I'm not the kind of pretentious person in the first place, isn't it just recitation? Today, I will let you see the strength of the second place in the city's recitation competition.

"He who forsaken me shall not remain in the day of yesterday; Those who disturb my heart will have many troubles today. The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles, and you can be a tall building for this. Penglai's article is built on the bones, and Xiao Xie is clear in the middle. All of them want to fly, and want to go to the blue sky and catch the bright moon. The water is more flowing when the knife is drawn, and the glass is more worried. Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads flat boats. "That's what I read in the recitation competition, and I also asked my old man to give me guidance at that time, and now it's nothing more than a scene reproduction.

"Ying'er hasn't seen you for a few days, your ability to recite poems has grown more and more, the meaning of this poem, you haven't missed it at all, you have recited it all, I estimate, girls of your age are going to be jealous of your talent."

Aunt Su Mala, still wearing a plain robe, only had a wooden hairpin on her head, without much decoration, just like when she saw her in the mansion that day, the kind smile on her face did not diminish at all. Smiled and took me into his arms, hugged me dotingly, and bowed his head and kissed my cheek before letting go.

"What the eldest aunt said is very true." At some point, the young man's face appeared a little playful color, and his dark eyes stared at me for a long time, which made me embarrassed. Although, we are not the kind of shy lady, but, suddenly someone stares at me like this, my heart will be furious. To be honest, with my IQ, I really can't guess his identity at all.

"Tingyu, what's the matter? Have you taken a fancy to our Ying'er? "Aunt Su Mala seemed to see the strangeness in the expressions of the two of us, but she didn't mean to help me out of the siege, but teased." That's not possible, Ying'er is going to grow old with her sweetheart. ”

"Auntie." Naturally, I was a little shy, so I stood up behind her gently, tugged at his clothes, and called her shyly, trying to remind her of my situation at the moment.

The two of them, at this time, looked back at me together and laughed, so that my face suddenly burned like fire, and I turned my back shyly and stopped talking.

"Where does the eldest aunt say, how dare Tingyu. Tingyu just thinks that everything in the world is about a fate, and some things really can't be stopped. His gaze fell softly on me, and the moment I looked up, I crashed headlong into the pool of spring water. This morning, the master told a poem to all the brothers in the south study, and asked each of them to choose a favorite poem to read to everyone. The thirteenth elder brother and Shaoying's sister chose Li Taibai's "Xuanzhou Xie Huanlou Farewell School Shuyun", do you say this is a coincidence. His voice was as gentle as his appearance, and it softened my shyness.

"The thirteenth elder brother and this girl can be regarded as like-minded, and they must be compared together another day, and see who is more powerful in these two elementary schools." When Aunt Su Mala spoke, she didn't forget to look back at me, and I knew that I must be like a red Fuji at this time.

Historically, Marhan's seventh daughter married the thirteenth elder brother and was also his concubine. At present, many daughters in Malhan's mansion have been out of the cabinet, but I am the only one who is in the boudoir, and the most unfortunate thing is that I happen to be the seventh. Could it be that I am really the thirteen blessings in the future? Love Xinjueluo Yinxiang's main wife?

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but start to be curious about the person of the Thirteenth Elder Brother. I really want to see what kind of person he is, and whether it will be the same as in the novel.

"I don't know what the thirteenth elder brother has been reading recently? Doesn't he often accompany the emperor out of the palace, how can he still have time to read a lot of books? And didn't you say that the thirteenth elder brother was strong in martial arts? Don't have a lot of time to practice? "The next second, I wish I could cut my tongue off and never say anything again.

Although the Zhaojia clan and the Thirteenth Elder Brother are inextricably linked in history, only I know about these, after all, they can only see the present, while I know the future. Besides, I'm only 9 years old this year[note 1], and although the ancients didn't mind early love, I'm a girl, and I've asked so many idiotic questions at once, and if my always decent and decent dad Malhan were here, I wouldn't be able to save face.

"The thirteenth elder brother, like Shaoying's sister, likes to read some rhetorical prose, and has been reading books of Gui Youguang recently." He was slightly stunned, probably not expecting a little girl to ask these things so unabashedly, but then a gentle smile returned to his previous face, as if all this was a matter of course for me to ask.

"Xiang Zhixuanzhi?" I couldn't help but blurt out, in fact, there is a light article, and I only know this one, or when I was in middle school, the old class stared at memorizing it.

"Exactly."

At this time, Aunt Su Mala also looked at me in surprise, and there was a bit of emotion in her eyes that I couldn't understand. When I looked up at the young man, I saw him ask me with an appreciative look, "So what does Sister Shaoying think of this article?" ”

I pondered for a moment, searched in my mind for the comments of the old class in the class, and then replied methodically, "The delicate brushstrokes are rare masterpieces in Ming Dynasty prose." Taking the fasting room as the object of description, the narrative is lyrical, and the light is in the form of prose, narrating homely things, so it has a unique flavor. Honest recalls, plain narration, its text is as light as water, but its flavor is far-reaching. In a few words, I said that my heart was warm and cold, I thought it was everyone's work, and it can be described as the first prose of the Ming Dynasty. ”

"It's new." Su Malagu is also a talented woman who is well-versed in ancient and modern times, and her ability to appreciate literature is no less than that of those who are in the world, otherwise how could she accompany Xuan Ye to talk about Fengyue! . "I remember one time, I talked to the emperor about this "Xiang Zhi Xuan Zhi", the emperor said that like Liu Yuxi's "Burrow Ming", this article is also a scene to write love, and the former is not as good as the latter, just because Gui Youguang is too benevolent to women, and Liu Yuxi's ambition is missing. I think that among the elder brothers in this palace, I am afraid that only the thirteenth elder brother will have this kind of appreciation like you. ”

[Note 1]: The thirteenth elder brother Yinxiang in history is the same age as Zhao Jia's family, and they were both born in the twenty-fifth year of Kangxi (there are also works that mention that Zhao Jia's family was born in the twenty-seventh year of Kangxi), but here for the sake of the plot arrangement, I deliberately reduced the age of Zhao Jia's family. In the thirty-seventh year of Kangxi, Zhaojia and Yinxiang should be thirteen years old, but the Zhaojia family in the article is only 9 years old now, and Yinxiang, as mentioned in history, was already 13 years old at this time.