"Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine. I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same. Did you know? Did you know? It should be green, fat, red, and thin......"

The tactful chanting sound sounded from the gazebo not far away, and the handsome boy who was walking on the path between the flowers, picking up a pair of warm eyes, subconsciously looked for the sound, but saw that the white gauze curtain in the pavilion was hanging low, only faintly reflecting the slender figure of the girl reclining on the couch and holding a scroll.

Seeing that he seemed to be interested, the entourage laughed in a low voice: "That is the eldest lady of the Wen family, named Admiration, talented and beautiful, and dignified and filial, very rare!" ”

"Interesting." The handsome boy shook the folding fan, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were all romantic.

He was about to approach to talk to the beautiful woman, but he saw a young man dressed as a small maid squatting in the flowers with a frown, pulling weeds, and complaining: "I say, miss, can you stop chanting these sour words all day long?" I listened in a panic. ”

The little maid serving in the pavilion immediately scolded: "Pull your grass well!" Being able to listen to the young lady's words is a blessing that you have cultivated in your previous life, and you don't understand what you are complaining about! ”

The little guy immediately retorted: "Yo, I don't understand, can you understand?!" ”

The little girl was annoyed, and was about to reply, when the girl's delicate voice sounded first: "There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book, Rong Zhan, you should read more." ”

It's obviously the voice of the instructor, but when it comes out of the good voice of the yellow warbler, it is unspeakably coquettish and charming.

The handsome boy glanced at the little guy, the little guy was born very well, and the coarse linen clothes could not hide his peerless appearance, but he didn't know why he would work as a gardener in the Wen Mansion.

"There is Yan Ruyu in the book? That Yan Ruyu, can she be more beautiful than the eldest lady? The little girl pulled the weeds carelessly, but pulled out a four-season begonia, and the smile on the corner of her lips was very unbeatable, "I study seriously, can the book give me the eldest lady?" ”

There was silence in the pavilion for a long time, and the little maid suddenly shouted angrily, reprimanding the little guy to be shameless, and finally Wen Tingmu spoke and fined him half a year's money.

"Lord Wang, are we still going to talk?" The attendant asked in a low voice.

It's rare to come to Wenfu, or the old man can live in the house, where will there be such a good opportunity to be alone with the beauty in the future?

"This Miss Wen is a florist." Chu Suiyu's smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and he shook the folding fan and left.

In the second year, Chu Yunjian assigned official affairs to Chu Suiyu.

The official matter was tricky, and Chu Suiyu personally visited the Wen Mansion, intending to ask the Wen Pavilion for some experience.

At this time, it is April and May, and the begonias bloom the best.

The front yard of Wenfu was full of begonias, he shook the folding fan, walked carelessly, but saw a girl in red, beautiful appearance, dignified temperament, walking towards the main courtyard with the maid.

In the early morning, the morning glow reflects the dew, and the beauty walks among the flowers, which meets his eyes, which is tantamount to the most beautiful scenery in the world.

He smiled and followed him to the main courtyard.

After some time, he asked Wen Ge Lao to marry his granddaughter, but was turned away on the grounds that the Wen family's daughter did not marry the royal family.

He was not annoyed, smiled and retreated, but turned his head to collect Wen Xuan's incriminating evidence, and forced Wen Ge's granddaughter to marry him.

He did his best to give her the grandest wedding he could give, thinking about the person like the morning dew of the begonia, if he could lean on his arms and call him "husband", how good it would be.

However, on the night of the candles in the cave room, he happily lifted the hijab, and saw a tearful face.

She was reluctant to marry him.

She would rather guard a small servant in the mansion than marry his dignified prince!

Isn't he as good as a little guy?!

He sat down beside her, thinking that it didn't matter, she was already his wife, and he always had a way to make her fall in love with him.

That night, until the dragon and phoenix candles burned out, he never touched her.

But day after day, year after year, he collected her favorite books, the most expensive pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and the most beautiful begonia flowers, but they couldn't change this girl's smile.

It wasn't until a certain banquet that he saw the girl next to him staring at the red figure stupidly, that he knew that he might not be able to enter her heart in his life.

He began to resent her, began to hate her, began to linger in the flowers, and kept taking all kinds of concubines into the house.

He lingered with other women every night and night, and when he was most forgetful, he always thought that the woman under him was his princess, and he called them in the warm spring tent, and called them again and again, until he woke up with a hangover, until he called the night into dawn, until his heart was broken.

But they, after all, are not his admiration!

After all, he forgot how hard he worked to marry this girl, he deliberately became a close friend with Hua Rongzhan, deliberately lingered with him in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, and returned to the palace at dawn on the second day, and described to her how Hua Rongzhan pampered other women, little by little, in detail.

When she refused to listen, he held her tightly in his arms and forced her to listen.

But in the end, she hated him even more.

She also tried to be nice to him, trying to forget the past and become husband and wife with him, but at that time he hated her so much!

He was going to inflict all the pain she had brought upon him!

When he dreamed back at midnight, he slept in the flower building, thinking about the silent bright moon outside the window, thinking about the begonias planted in the backyard of the palace, and thinking about the woman he was locked in a golden wire cage.

He felt a little pity for her, and a little pity for himself.

However, they are irretrievable.

Later, he was demoted to Changzhou.

But how can the moonlight in Changzhou be as bright as the capital, and how can the beauties in Changzhou be admired?

He missed her, and he wrote many letters to her, but she didn't even want to reply half a word.

So he tried his best to kill the elder of the pavilion, and returned to Beijing under the pretext of mourning, and went to see her happily, but what he saw was her high bulging belly.

It was her and Hua Rongzhan's child.

But she is obviously his woman......

He locked her in the room, and was not allowed to take a step, nor to speak to her, nor to visit her.

He pampered the concubine in the mansion after getting drunk, woke up in the middle of the night, and looked at the bright moon outside the window, and suddenly remembered the innocent girl who was reclining on the soft couch in the pavilion in the Wen Mansion that year.

He subconsciously chanted: "Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine." I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same. Did you know? Did you know? It should be green, fat, red, and thin......"

The concubine sleeping behind him immediately hugged him and laughed coquettishly: "The prince is confused? In the big winter, where do the begonias come from! ”

"yes, where did the begonias come from......"

After the wind and rain, the green leaves are moist and full, and although the begonias are thin and pitiful, they still grow on the branches.

They will be in full bloom the following spring.

And he folded one of the most beautiful begonias in Wenfu home, but after all, she withered into ashes.

How nice it would be if we could turn back......

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