The Mansion of the King of Xunche

Since Xianhe was taken as a concubine, Si Yanyin's life in the mansion has been much more peaceful.

No matter where she goes, there are no more maids from Zhenglong Garden surrounding her and looking for trouble.

There was an accident at the border, and the second son was absent for a long time, and the eldest son was because of the scandal of the past few days.

has disappeared a lot, locked up in Zhenglong Garden for a long time and has not shown up for a long time, until the return of the south, the third prince no longer restricts her,

Let her walk around the palace at will, but now she is not happy to run out,

Instead, he likes to stay in the yard and listen to the movements in the prince's room all the time, lest he need her.

She wasn't there.

After dinner in the evening, Si Yanyin went to the backyard to collect the quilt for Shizi to dry.

But I saw a few gray pigeons standing on the fence of the low wall, pecking at the leftover grains of rice.

She walked over and squatted down, but they were not timid, and they were still taking care of themselves.

These leftovers are all scattered by her, and a few pigeons often fly to the backyard of Yuyuan, and over time,

She would sprinkle some rice and corn in the backyard for them.

And the most coincidental thing is that this pigeon likes to fly after dusk and leave only after it gets dark.

"Could it be a pigeon delivering a letter?"

She stared at the pigeon's feet and examined them one by one, and there was no letter tied to the pigeon's paws.

Could it be that she is too careful? But is it true that such an obedient pigeon is just here to forage for food?

The more she thought about it, the more strange she became, and she reached out to grab one, and to her surprise, a few fluttering arms flew to the side.

"You're really fat enough, if you eat like this, will you still fly?"

She pinched the belly of the little pigeon and picked its fur, nothing out of the ordinary?

"Could it be that I'm really suspicious?"

She put down the pigeon and let it fly aside, but for some reason, she didn't find any clues, but she felt a little lost in her heart.

It may be that the days are too peaceful, and people can't see the end at a glance, and her heart that likes to hunt for curiosity is a little unbearable.

In the past, in Kunjiang, there were always a lot of subordinates in the palace who accompanied her to play around, no matter how she tossed, her father never stopped her.

I used to think that she, the most stubborn girl, was sent to this prison, afraid that it was the trouble she had caused that caused her to have such an encounter now,

Her father must have disliked her for being too ignorant, but as she slowly changed in age, she also understood that her father was involuntarily, and Emperor Kunjiang had three sons and three daughters.

She and her eldest brother are the concubines and daughters born to the queen, if she is only sent out of the country in the past, but a few years ago, even the royal brother was sent to Xi Yan,

Only then did she suddenly see how sad Kun Jiangguo's situation in recent years should be.

No wonder, up and down this palace, even the maids who sweep the floor look down on Kun Jiang, only saying that it is a grasshopper country at the feet of a lion, and let Xi Yan rub it round and pinch it flat.

Thinking of this, Si Yanyin no longer had the heart to amuse these little pigeons.

She stood up and tore the quilt off the clothes pole, but saw that the little gray pigeon she had just caught was light

jumped in her footsteps and circled around her a few times, and the big thorn pulled a puddle of beside her.

"Hey, you're so disgusting, are you deliberately taking revenge on me?"

Si Yanyin grinned and looked at the again.

"Did you eat something bad?"

The pigeon only excretes so sticky feces when they eat bad food or are unwell.

"How is this indigo? Am I dazzled? ”

Si Yanyin threw the quilt on the pole again and squatted down.

"It's indigo, I didn't hear that pigeons can pull blue?"

She crouched aside and muttered to herself, and suddenly remembered that Caijuan had complained to her.

said that there will always be a lot of bird droppings in the backyard, most of them are normal, occasionally blue, and even rarely red.

I don't know what kind of bird pulls it, and it's very difficult to clean up the pools.

"Could it be that what Caijuan said at the time was the of these pigeons?

Red? Indigo? ”

She stood up and hurried to the study, forgetting to take the quilt that was piled up on the pole.

Zhan Xiaokong was reading the letter when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the door, followed by the most familiar voice.

"Shizi? Is it easy to get in? ”

"Come in."

He folded the letter into a book.

"What?"

Looking at her, she seemed to be trotting all the way, and she was still panting unevenly.

"Nothing..... Just now, Xin'er cooked some hawthorn soup, and just cooled it a little, and I want to ask Shizi if I want to try it? ”

"Take it to my house, I'll drink it later."

"Oh......"

"Anything else?"

Zhan Xiaokong looked at her and refused to leave, and stopped talking.

"Those pigeons just now came to the backyard again, and they almost threw their on Shizi's quilt......"

"If that's the case, slaughter them next time."

Zhan Xiaokong said casually.

"I don't dare, it's better for the prince to slaughter it himself."

Si Yanyin spread her hands, turned around and left with the door.

"This girl, talking to me is still roundabout."

Zhan Xiaokong sighed, took out the letter in the book, swept his eyes over the words on the letter, and his face became slightly solemn.

Si Yanyin went back to the house to drink a sip of water, and gossiped with Xin'er again, only then did she remember that the quilt of the prince had not been confiscated.

Hurried to the backyard.

As soon as I turned into the backyard, I saw Zhan Xiaokong also there, sitting in a wheelchair with his back to her, and in front of him was his quilt.

"World ...... The Son? Why are you here? ”

"It's so late, and you don't take my quilt back, are you waiting for me to cover you at night?"

The fox raised his eyebrows, and his face looked cunning.

"No, no, no! I just forgot! Just look at the pigeon. ”

"Pigeon?" The fox couldn't help but smile: "If you are so interested, Ming'er will send you two to keep in your room, and you can watch them every day." ”

"No, you don't! No! I don't want it, whoever will keep the pigeon in the house will smoke it to death. ”

Si Yanyin hurriedly picked up the quilt, seeing that the sun was setting, and it was dark in case of fog,

The quilt was dried all day.......

"Give it to me, I'll take it back myself."

Zhan Xiaokong stretched out his hand.

"Are you cold?"

"Not cold ......"

"And what do you take? Take care of your own wheelchair! ”

Si Yanyin frowned, and walked forward without looking back.

"If you are used to being served by you now, and you will always be called when you get married in the future, will you not be unhappy?"

The fox teased after him.

"Married? Not happy? Si Yanyin choked on his words.

"Who wants to marry you? Don't dream big, okay? ”

It was a mental monologue she almost blurted out.

"No, you can't say that, you're asking for trouble for yourself!"

"Nasty! Of course, I won't be unhappy, I've always been willing to serve you! ”

This is another monologue she hides in her heart.

"No! That's too cheap, isn't it? He won't believe it! ”

Zhan Xiaokong looked at Si Yanyin nailed to the spot and didn't say a word, only pointed the back of her head at him, thinking that she was shy again,

Just as he wanted to open his mouth to relieve the embarrassment, he saw her quickly turn around and rush towards him,

A quilt was shoved into his arms, and he muttered:

"Then you can take it yourself! I went back to sleep! ”

After finishing speaking, he drifted back into the house like the wind, closed the door, and left him sitting in the wind with the quilt in his arms.

"Alas! What a world! ”

He was a son of a lifetime, and he was put on a stand by the maid.

Carry the quilt back to the room, and make the bed and fold the quilt by yourself.

Look at the table again, there is no cold hawthorn soup, that girl is going to the study to talk.

Today, the pigeon's droppings are still indigo, and he has to find a way to go out at night!

Si Yanyin returned to the room, secretly opened the door and looked at Zhan Xiaokong,

Holding the quilt like a child in one hand, and shaking the wheelchair back to the house with the other hand.

That's kind of funny!

"Isn't the fox angry? Leave him alone! There's something to do tonight. ”

She sat down by the candlelight, took out her needle and thread, and looked at the purse, which was only half embroidered.

The purse she gave to the third prince was handed over to the imperial brother by him, and no matter how he said it, he had to embroider another one for him.

Even if he always stays at home, he has to have a load bag.

Now that he has made meritorious contributions with the second son, there will definitely be more opportunities to go out of the house in the future, and she will be different.

As a hostage, she can't step out of the palace in half a step, let alone go out with him.

A few days ago, she and Xin'er passed by the rockery and heard two maids squeezing in the rockery cave talking about her and the third son.

said that one of them is a cage phoenix with folded wings, and the other is a lame urn dragon, which is really a perfect match.

"I don't read a lot of books, but I still have a set of words to arrange people?

You are so eloquent, does the prince know? Does the princess know? ”

Xin'er blocked the rockery pass, scolded the two maids fiercely, and the frightened two people apologized again and again.

Who doesn't know that the third son is very good at protecting the short guard, if he provokes Si Yanyin, eating a stick is small, and it is true that he will be thrown out of the house half to death.

"Forget it, let's go......"

She has long been prepared for this kind of private ridicule and discussion, and she is used to it.

"If you don't give them some color, they won't know that people are born with a door!"

Xin'er was still indignant.

She didn't take it to heart, saying that she was a phoenix with broken wings, but that the third son was a lame dragon in an urn,

She was really uncomfortable listening to this.

In her eyes, Zhan Xiaokong is much stronger than Zhan Taixian, and even Zhan Xiuxian, who is praised by everyone.

I remember the first time she came to Yuyuan, looking at the indifference and desolation of the courtyard,

I saw him come out of the study in a wheelchair, sitting there silently, his eyes empty.

There is only one poem in my mind:

The son's spring shirt is fragrant with cinnamon water, and the snow flies through the study hall.

The poor family is cold and difficult to get rid of, only Songyun is full of cold.

She never expected that the third son of the prince's mansion would have such a temperament.

If you say that he is the king and grandson of the wealth, it is not more like a fairy child who stepped on the clouds in the mountains, and fell into the red dust by chance.

I don't love the world, I love pen and ink, I don't love floating life and freedom.