When she left, Lin Caiyi, who was mixed in the crowd, was not happy, she saw it from afar, but she couldn't speak closely, she really hated it and wanted to lift the table, Yinchen gave her a look, she would understand, she didn't have to ignore the color of her face and suddenly left the table, and wanted to chase after her, but she was also blocked back by the guards of Chongwang's Mansion, so she could only sit sullenly first. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lin Xuanchen didn't notice that her aunt had come to see her a long time ago, but she just walked by herself. Full of beautiful scenery in Xiahua, lush, secluded and lush, it is really a rare beautiful scenery in the world, take a look, unconsciously dizzy, sigh for no reason the big strokes of this hundred gardens, Seiko up, want to come to the millions of taels of gold to spend out, it is really worth the money, such a garden, really want the palace gate to be built, the court operates, even if there are no dirty officials and black officials who are greedy for ink, deceive the upper and lower, I am afraid that it will take decades, and the labor cost will not be tens of millions of gold! Sure enough, my aunt is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Therefore, she thought that this garden was all the wealth left by her parents, and all the feelings left to herself! She saw that this red, fat, green and thin, light purple and blue, pavilions and water pavilions, winding paths, every grass and every tree, every corridor, every railing, as if with the soul of her father and mother, silently and silently love her, so that she invisibly, gave birth to a slight warmth, but then thought about it, this garden, in fact, has no relationship with her, she is now just under the fence, living here, even if she is in the midst of flowers, but alone, there is no petal here, a blade of grass belongs to herself, immediately sad from the heart, she thought again, she is now under the fence, penniless, and just saw that the old lady rejected the letter of appointment from many people, and actually said that he had a family, but he didn't know what the situation was! In her life, she is innocent and infatuated, infatuated and single-minded, the highest ideal she can have in this life is just to marry a man who is dedicated to herself and will not marry a concubine, whether it is farming, business, joining the army, or joining the official, as long as the man can fly with her and stay for a lifetime, she will be extremely satisfied, she knows that she is born with a "supreme body" , Yin Qi is very heavy, Master said, don't look at a lifetime of illness and weakness, but it is a good birth, the life of the Wang family, so unconsciously she also raised her love and happiness to a height that the world can not understand, she wants the highest quality of feelings and happiness, because she can give her lover, it is also the highest quality of feelings and happiness!

She originally thought that Brother Yinchen was the best choice, and her second brother Zhao Yuheng was the second best choice, but now, these have become choices that cannot be chosen. Brother Yinchen must be dedicated, because he comes from a different world, where the man will be in prison if he marries two wives, and Brother Yinchen also takes this as an oath that he will be in prison for the rest of his life if he marries two wives, and he doesn't need to swear a poisonous oath of five thunders every day, but since the old lady has spoken, then Brother Yinchen's dowry will never be sent to the gate of the palace.

As for the second brother, she originally thought that he only recognized her, and with Sister Lin, the others could not be wanted, and the second brother really said so, but now, how can he not know, just the meaning of the wife and the master, and even the meaning of the old lady, has already cut off his path, and the many sisters of the Wang family, and even the news that the old lady publicly declared that they would give Zhao Yuheng a concubine, has made Lin Xuanchen have no choice.

She has no choice, she has no room for manoeuvre, it seems that giving up the dream in her heart is her only option, whether she is small or small, marrying anyone in the palace, she seems to have to pinch her nose and admit it.

But she can't give in, because if she gives in, she won't be Lin Xuanchen.

She couldn't succumb to her heart, or even her life, she cried, for the first time in her life, she cried for herself, not for her second brother to be annoyed with her and bully herself, not for her departing father and mother, but for herself, for herself called Lin Xuanchen.

She cried, running regardless of the way, the alluring scenery everywhere, has long been unable to attract her attention, but it is like the most tender embrace of her parents, unlimited to contain her sadness and feelings, she ran, ran from the path to the rockery, and then ran down from the rockery, into a peach forest, I don't know how to mix, I fell into the peach forest.

She threw herself on a layer of petals almost a foot behind, and did not feel any pain at all, but cried reassuringly and without hesitation, although it was only the monosyllabic cry of a teenage girl, but since she was the most beautiful girl in the world, with a peerless appearance and a resentful voice, the cry was by no means something that all the birds and beasts in the world could listen to with their hearts, so even the ravens and birds, the fawn and the sparrow, all flew and ran, and could not bear to listen to it again.

Lin Xuanchen cried a few times sadly, only to feel that the sadness and resentment in her heart were accumulating more and more, she was unwilling to her fate, confused, and more afraid, and her parents' inheritance had become someone else's private property. Suddenly, a few peach petals fell on the hair, and the long black hair with a little red, like a little blood on the ebony wood, beautiful and sad to the eye, far more beautiful than all the headdresses and hairpin rings in the world. Lin Xuanchen saw the petals falling from the peach tree, like a disappearing youth, burned out of life, and suddenly remembered that today is the Mango Seed Festival, the flower god goes, the flowers are gone, and suddenly he feels that he is like this peach blossom, which was originally blooming, but suddenly it withered, and he couldn't help himself, helpless, even if in this manor, a petal does not belong to him, and he turned into this petal, and there is an irresistible terrible destiny in the poignant.

She wanted to cry these petals once, and suddenly she was surprised to see these petals fall under the water pavilion, the water flow was originally clear, but she had seen the little maid secretly take the master's clothes to wash here, no matter what dirt was into this seemingly clean water, and remembered that these petals were once so brilliant, so pure, just like the girl's life, fell into the water, fell into the mud, fell into the filth spit out by those nobles who were intolerant of eating and drinking, but it was the most miserable disaster in the world, and if the petals could speak, they would not know what to cry for themselvesShe thought stupidly, but only felt that the petals were more and more like herself, as if in a peach forest, thousands of petals were thousands of herself, since she was unwilling to let herself fall into the terrible abyss of fate, become an incompetent husband's tool to vent her desires, or become a dispensable ornament in the second brother's room, how could she bear to see these petals, falling into the dirty water, mud? Thinking like this, as if she had re-cultivated it out of thin air, her whole body was full of strength, and she quickly jumped up, and the petals and dead branches on her body were also hanging on the precious embroidery forbidden by the Nine Heavens God, and she ran away to her Xiaoxiang Pavilion with a stumbling streak, and then took out a flower hoe, three or five tips, and ran back here like a spring breeze.

She collected these petals, stuffed them into the bag, and thought about burying them horizontally and vertically, as if the deceased beauty had entered the earth for peace, and she thought that since she was in the ground, then she could not do without eulogy, and she could not help but exceed, although people died to put the water and land dojo, and now these thousands of petals have died, remembering that when they were hung high on the branches, they were also beautiful, and they were noble, and they were also praised by many people, no matter what, they also have merit and life, how can they really be buried silently? When she put the petals in the bag, she thought of crying for these petals, which can be regarded as crying for herself in advance, so she cried out for the past few days, miserable and confused, lonely, helpless and unwilling to cry out, and it became a requiem song casually, she didn't care about it, she couldn't think of the song she made up blindly, and even the self-title in the song was not changed to the official title "Nong", so she cried directly, that is:

"Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who is sorry for the red incense?

The gossamer is soft and fluttering, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain.

The daughter in the curtain cherishes the spring, and she is full of sorrow and has nowhere to complain.

Hand hoe the flowers out of the embroidery curtain, endure the falling flowers back and forth?

The willow silk elm pod is from Fangfei, regardless of the peach and willow flying.

The peach and plum can be sent again next year, who does you know in the boudoir next year?

The incense nest in March has been built, and the swallows between the beams are too ruthless!

Although the flower hair can be pecked next year, it will not be poured into the empty nest of the beam.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost and sword are strictly pressing.

When can it be bright and fresh?

Flowers are easy to see and difficult to find, and the front of the steps is suffocated to bury the flower people.

Alone sprinkled the incense hoe with tears, sprinkled with flowers and branches to see blood marks.

The cuckoo was speechless at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the door.

The green light shines on the wall, and the cold rain knocks on the window and is not warm.

Blame the slave for being so sad? Half for pity and half annoyance.

The pity of the spring suddenly disappeared with annoyance, and then there was no word to hear.

Last night, the sad song outside the court was released, knowing that it was the soul of the flower and the soul of the bird.

The soul of the flower and the soul of the bird are always difficult to stay, and the bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed.

May the slave give birth to wings and fly down with the flowers to the end of the sky.

At the end of the day, where is the incense hill?

If you don't collect the beautiful bones, you can cover the wind with a pinch of pure land.

The essence is clean and clean, which is better than dirt and ditches.

Now that the slave is dead and buried, it is not known when the slave will die?

The slave is burying the flower man laughing idiot, who does he know when he buries the slave?

Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, which is when the red face dies of old age!

Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people die without knowing. ”

The other side.

Seeing that the sun is in the west, the flowing water banquet has already been messed up, and the guests are also full of wine and food, and they have said some good things and said some good things and said goodbye one after another, after all, they have other banquets to go to, other connections to take, other relationships to go, other interests to exchange, square and rigid, the two-sleeved breeze of the old man Chen, although it is very luxurious and wasted, but his own political energy is so little, where can he keep this Manchu Dynasty civil and military? Most of the people politely greeted two or three sentences, and then left, and in the morning, they did not leave any substantive commitment to Chong Wangye, did not put forward any clear conditions for the exchange of interests with Chong Wangye, everyone was giggling, full of wine and food, did not eat in vain and did not blow, and then wiped their mouths and arched their hands, and left.

At this time, the sons and sons of all walks of life who were still drinking and chatting with the second son of King Chong showed their preciousness. Although these people are real friends of wine and meat, they go to the mountains and the countryside together, gamble and fight to share the spoils, they are definitely the overlords above the mansions, the demon kings of the mixed world, and the second ancestors, all of whom are the most unprovoked and untrustworthy characters in the mansions. These people now look like they are just fighting birds and walking dogs, sleeping flowers and sleeping willows, and all the mud can't support the wall, but when their Lao Tzu is in the ground, he is the real ruler in each mansion! Therefore, the old lady watched Zhao Yuheng talk eloquently among these sons and buddies, and the foaming stars flew far away, and the others listened attentively, widening their eyes and stretching their necks, like many ducks, pinched necks, but they were also happy, in her opinion, as long as this second son can squeeze into the circle of these second ancestors, take a personal connection, and have an invisible power capital, then a huge Chongwang Mansion may not necessarily be able to decline and overturn. Pan Yangcheng and the entire south have been peaceful for a long time, and the days of stability have passed for decades, many people have never seen a war from life to death, and naturally they will not take precautions, many people, including the old lady, think that the whole prince, the prince, the first layer of Shangshu, the same qi and branches, the relatives and the old, rarely attack each other, and have long formed a whole circle of forces, one is prosperous, one is lost, it is the most unshakable huge force in the empire, entering this circle, it is like entering the umbrella, there is nothing to worry about. After all, the old lady was born as a palace maid, although she also had many wise decisions, after all, she was not a far-sighted wise man like Zhao Guangyi, and even Zhao Lingfeng's vision and determination could not be compared.

Zhao Yuheng sat in his place, and there was a large circle of young masters from all walks of life gathered around, these people were just some wine bags and rice bags, and they were all sloppy, listening to his nonsense and fabrication, most of them felt fresh and made a fuss. The nearest place beside him, sitting is Zhao Deguang, the son of the king, and the current true king Zhao Lingfeng, a little farther away, is the recent limelight of the Hanlin Academy, which is preaching the scriptures Yinchen, and the official department Shangshu Wang Badan, but the criminal department Shangshu Ma Debi, because of the messing up of the prison and beheading Yin Shanluan and other matters, he was retained for dismissal, and without the grade, he couldn't even enter the gate of the Chongwang Mansion.