The entrance to the boudoir.

The hazy glow of the two lanterns sprinkled on the little girl with her head holding up the red umbrella below.

Time passed bit by bit.

For some reason, one person and one umbrella have not been moved for a long time.

"Miss, are you back, why don't you light up in the room?"

Outside the courtyard wall, there were tentative shouts of colorful ribbons, as well as the footsteps of several maids.

Away from the place where the wrapper was startled, the red umbrella in his hand almost fell to the ground.

She looked left and right, her eyes rolling, like a little fox poking her little head out of the nest to look at the wind, slightly panicked and vigilant.

Li'er responded, "Back, back!" ”

She turned to enter the house, but the oil-paper umbrella in her hand was too big to fit into the door, and almost hit the door frames on both sides.

Li'er hurriedly braked and put away the red umbrella.

But as soon as she walked into the building with a red umbrella, she suddenly turned around and jumped back to the door lightly.

The "inexplicable" love letter she sent to this "inexplicable" person is not right...... It's a red umbrella, put it back in place.

As if she hadn't moved, the little girl in plum blossom makeup curled her chin, and after her back hand, she returned to the boudoir in the building in a slight hurry......

Caishou took four maids and carried a pastry platter into an elegant boudoir.

Li Bao'er was sitting in front of the dresser, with his back to the visitor, and he was seriously removing his makeup.

Her jade hand took off the gold, silver and jade ornaments on her temples, and the bronze mirror reflected a delicate face decorated with plum blossom makeup, and her face was as usual.

Caishou handed the plate in his hand to the other maids, and looked sideways at his own young lady.

She walked over to the dresser, took a wooden comb, and combed her shawl-long hair.

Caishou glanced at the bronze mirror, and couldn't help but look down at the young lady, her face was a little curious:

"Why is Miss's face so red?"

Li Bao'er said quietly: "I drank a few more cups during the banquet." ”

Caishou nodded: "Well, the wine that Miss drank tonight has a lot of stamina, and Miss rarely blushes in the past." ”

She lowered her eyes slightly: "This wine is strange." ”

Caishou suddenly asked: "By the way, miss, why is there a red umbrella at the door downstairs, is it yours?"

"Well, it doesn't seem to be raining today, that umbrella looks very exquisite, is it a gift from a young talent?"

Li Bao'er's pretty face showed a look of doubt: "What umbrella?" ”

Caishou was stunned and said:

"Isn't it Miss's, strange, when we went to the poetry meeting in the evening, there didn't seem to be an umbrella at the door of the building, could it be that a maid fell......"

"Yes, I just entered the door too fast, and I didn't pay attention to it."

Li Bao'er nodded, squinted at the cold and delicate face in the dressing mirror, and asked coldly, "You didn't touch it, did you?" ”

Caishou shook his head: "I didn't move, I just passed by and felt weird, at night, there was a red umbrella at the door, the slave's hometown, this kind of thing is a bit unlucky......"

Li'er interrupted lightly: "Then throw it away." ”

"Oh."

Miss's indifferent tone and handling method, Caishou was not surprised at all, turned around and went out to lose the umbrella.

"Wait."

Caishou looked back suspiciously: "What's wrong, Miss." ”

Li Bao'er picked up the comb, pulled his hair to one shoulder, looked at the bronze mirror, tilted his head to comb, and said casually:

"Forget it, just put it there, don't move, don't care."

"Are you waiting for the ignorant maid to take it for herself?" Caishou scratched her head, and her tone was a little admiring: "Miss is really good, don't criticize your subordinates." ”

Li Bao'er didn't speak, as if he was acquiescing.

At some point, she quietly glanced at the silly bun-faced little maid in her glasses.

Immediately, Li'er seemed to be not interested in this matter at all, and chatted with Caishou about other topics.

After a while, after removing makeup and changing clothes, he got up and walked to the bath bucket behind the screen, and Caishou took the two maids to go downstairs to carry the hot water barrel.

Away from Bao'er suddenly stopped: "Colorful ribbon." ”

"Ah, what's the matter, miss." Caishou turned around obediently.

"You went home early today, did you see anything...... What people. ”

"Who?"

Li Bao'er stopped in front of the screen, turned his head and smiled lightly, and his tone was as relaxed as usual: "Ouyang Lianghan." ”

Caishou shook her head:

"Didn't Ouyang Gongzi come during the day recently, with the angels over there in Luoyang.

"Speaking of which, he hasn't been to our house in private for a long time."

Her tone was regretful and regretful:

"Even Xie Xiaoniang, he hasn't come to look for it. Hey, Miss asked what this was doing, did she miss him too? ”

When Libao'er heard the words "Xie Little Lady", she frowned slightly, and quickly recovered as before, pouting:

"The ghost misses him."

After speaking, after walking into the screen without looking back, you should undress and bathe.

Caishou left with the maids.

Hearing the footsteps of the close-fitting maids, she temporarily disappeared at the staircase, and Li Bao'er was standing on a pale pink high-waisted skirt that had faded down her ankles, hooking her white calves and kicking off the light undershirt that hung at her ankles...... She stopped and continued to undress.

The calm and indifferent expression on his face immediately disappeared, and was replaced by a look of shame mixed with suspicion.

Wearing only a pair of pink and green light belly pockets and obscene pants, he twisted his delicate and small chin and paced around the bathtub in circles.

The pace is a bit messy.

There is no doubt that Ouyang Lianghan's handwriting is on the red umbrella, and he is able to read and write, never forget, and even imitate other people's handwriting.

She will never be wrong with that guy's handwriting, and it is certainly not an imitation of others, because even the subtle pen habits are exactly the same.

Besides, in the Xunyang Palace, who would be so bored, idle to imitate Ouyang Lianghan's handwriting and write this kind of thing for her.

Is it the old birthday star who eats arsenic, and he thinks he has a long life?

Well, all the evidence points to one possibility......

This is what Ouyang Lianghan wrote and sent by himself.

And, tonight, he also happened to come to Xunyang Palace's mansion to participate in the night conspiracy.

Li Bao'er couldn't help but think of the words of Caishou just now, and turned her head to look at the closed window, outside was the boudoir of the Xie family's sister next door:

"Could it be that you were sent to the wrong place, that you are stupid, and you went to the wrong yard?"

She slowly stopped, frowned and shook her head:

"But the sister of the Xie family is not in the house, why do you send a love umbrella here? And say that...... That kind of Meng Lang's words are really no, shameless. ”

As soon as I thought of the sentence "I am very beautiful, I will never forget", a certain young girl who has not left the cabinet feels that her cheeks are a little hot.

Before Yuan Zheng, on the night of Xie Lingjiang's birthday banquet, Li'er and his family did not go to attend, and they didn't know what happened, and after the birthday banquet, Xie Lingjiang also immediately returned to Jinling.

And not long ago, when she met the little maid with the bun face on the corridor, she was in a certain anger that did not admit it, and she didn't care about the broken thoughts of the colorful ribbon looking for the book.

At this moment, Li'er thought about it for a long time, and couldn't figure it out:

"However, has your relationship reached this stage of giving love gifts? Sister Xie's thoughts, this princess could see it at a glance, but before, she seemed to have been eating deflated, and there was no progress, why was it like this all of a sudden......

"Also, the maids in the house should know that this is the princess's boudoir, did he find it blindly?

"And at night, Caishou obviously went back to the boudoir to look for books, which overlapped with the time when you came to Yemou, didn't you see her, how could you still go to the wrong yard? Is it a mistake? ”

The little girl in plum blossom makeup couldn't help biting her lip and muttering to herself:

"Ouyang Lianghan, did you do it on purpose or accidentally...... Wait a minute. ”

was hesitating and guessing, and suddenly remembered a past.

"When we met face-to-face for the first time, it seemed that you also gave a red oil-paper umbrella, and we met by chance on the mountain road of Donglin Temple, and you gave me an umbrella and a colorful ribbon to cover the rain......"

The sudden coincidence of contact made Libao'er's delicate little face inexplicably complicated, and her eyes gradually turned to the place where a red umbrella was placed at the door downstairs, attracted by it.

"Are you here to send a red umbrella again, why does it seem so deliberate......

"Could it be that you came to the night tonight and didn't wait for this princess, didn't mean to despise me and didn't care about me.

"But I'm worried that Princess Ben will return early, so I deliberately ended it early, and then sneaked to deliver the umbrella?

"Ouyang Lianghan, you, you ......"

The little girl in plum blossom makeup, who was quite proud and narcissistic, was suspicious and ashamed, and her tone was a little stammering.

Under the candle flame, this little face is very exciting......

Following.

Libao'er got up early as usual and pretended that nothing had happened.

It's just a faint dark circle at the eye groove, which seems to be revealing something.

As for the red paper umbrella quietly placed next to the door, she went in and out of the boudoir normally as if she hadn't seen it.

He didn't let the other maids move it.

It's just that every time I pass by the door of the red umbrella, the lotus step under the skirt of a certain little girl with plum blossom makeup will be slightly faster than half a beat, and I don't know what I'm deliberately hiding.

But the afterglow will be swept inadvertently to determine if it is still there.

It was as if she was waiting for someone to find out that she had misplaced the yard, and she quietly took it away in private, and it was as if nothing happened.

It's like ...... Waiting for his further blunt reveal?

She didn't know what she was waiting for, or what she was expecting.

In the next few days, I spent such an ordinary time.

It's the agreed day of the night again, and Libao'er participated in the poetry meeting of the Juhua Poetry Society again, and he didn't return early.

At the poetry meeting in the evening, I was a little absent-minded.

After it was over, she immediately got up, refused the flattering invitation of the young talents, and left quickly to return to the Xunyang Palace.

The night conspiracy ended, and Ouyang Lianghan had already left.

Away from Bao'er, he turned his head and found an excuse to send away the ribbon and the others.

Approaching the boudoir, she slowed down, her jade hand clenched slightly.

Arrived at the boudoir.

Li'er looked ahead, took the skirts on both sides, walked into the courtyard, and immediately saw a brand-new green oil paper umbrella quietly placed next to the red umbrella at the entrance of the boudoir.

The format is exactly the same.

He didn't take away the red umbrella, and he put a new one.

And open the new umbrella, there is a line of familiar handwriting.

"Look at the sky at dawn and look at the clouds at dusk...... Do not think about it...... Sit also... Sijun? You, you, you're not done with your ......"

Close the umbrella and look left and right, looking a little embarrassed.

Looking around for a while, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the boudoir, she hurriedly put back the green umbrella as it was, and slipped into the building without seeing it.

But in the next few days, as if to verify something again, Li Bao'er wandered from time to time, frequently flipping through the calendar, as if anxiously waiting for a certain date.

A few days later, finally, another night conspiracy in the study of Xunyang Wangfu began.

After she still participated in the regular poetry meeting of the Poetry Society, she returned to the palace late, and Ouyang Lianghan had already left.

Change the reason for leaving the wrap and send away the colorful ribbon and other maids.

She pursed her lips, feeling ashamed and expectant, this taste was very strange, and the little girl had never tasted it in her seventeen years of life.

Walk into the boudoir again.

Next to the door of the boudoir, there was an extra pale pink oil-paper umbrella.

She quickly quickened her pace and opened her third umbrella.

On the umbrella surface, it is a short line of his usual line.

"If you ask about leisure...... A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculent...... Plum yellow when it rains. ”

Li'er was stunned and chewed repeatedly in his mouth.

"Huh......" is a poem with a strange format, not subject to the rules of the ancient style, but it is exceptionally catchy.

She knew that this must be just a remnant, but he came up with it, like a moment when lovesickness arose, he made a note on the umbrella, and he was fearless.

This kind of talent and blank space is simply provocative.

Chew it more than a dozen times, and stomp your feet away from the wrap.

What are you doing writing so well, don't do serious things, how can you put all your talent and mind on this kind of love poems that flirt with women, do you miss her so much?

One moment I couldn't put it down, and the next moment I threw out a new umbrella like a hot potato and hurriedly placed it back in place.

Still avoided, afraid to touch.

It seems that he is afraid that once he touches and accepts it, it is like completing some kind of ritual, and he is contaminated with something that most women in the world love and hate, obsess, but break their intestines.

But in this way, at the door of the boudoir, there were three more handmade oil-paper umbrellas one after another, and some things could not be hidden.

It's just that no one dares to ask her face-to-face, and no one dares to touch the umbrella without permission.

But in the dead of night, the lover umbrella couldn't help but scold in shame:

"Okay, you Ouyang Lianghan, you ...... You hypocrite, no wonder you don't accept the sister of the Xie family for a long time, and do such things behind her back...... Defile, defile the innocence of this princess. ”

Although he scolded in his mouth, for some reason, he didn't have much annoyance in his heart.

Maybe it was along the way, Ouyang Lianghan's strategic resourcefulness and talent made her appreciate it.

And being loved and confessed by excellent peers, most women will not feel greasy and hateful, or rather, another special kind of hateful and hateful.

I hate the disgusting simplicity and boldness of him, which makes me ashamed.

But as soon as she thought of the sister of the Xie family who couldn't ask for it, an innocent and comfortable strange emotion suddenly flowed through her chest, as if she had received some kind of strong affirmation and recognition.

This is a secret competition that only exists between beautiful and excellent women.

But why are you panicking?

For several days in a row, Li'er was as confused as silk, bidding farewell to the understatement of the past and being calm.

One night, in front of the boudoir, undressing and sleeping, she suddenly remembered something, got up in her clothes, walked to the bookshelf, and turned out a tome.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a marriage sign of Donglin Temple that had been hidden for a long time.

After hesitating for a moment, Li'er suddenly opened the signing paper.

Take a closer look and read lightly:

"Take the second flower bush lazy review, half edge cultivation and half edge Jun."

She frowned and moved her gaze downward, and under the red paper, there was a column of explanatory words belonging to the handwriting of Master Shandao:

"In the midst of thousands of flowers, I still don't bother to look back, half of it is because of the heart of the Tao, pure heart and few desires; Half of it is because I met a dazzling hitter early, and naturally I don't look down on the ordinary, this is fate, and it is also a calamity, difficult to cross, difficult to cross......"

This series of unsigned words was written at the back, and it seemed to pause, and finally left eight characters:

It's as clear as the moon, when can it be done?

An inexplicable Zen poem, from the wrapping at a glance to understand the meaning:

"When will the bright moon hang in the sky...... Can it be plucked? ”

Stay where you are.

She suddenly remembered these days, and the disappointment she had been when she inspected those who had defected to the soldiers. In the past, she still felt unconvinced and refused to admit defeat, but now she ......

She remembered to compare them frequently with Ouyang Lianghan, the strategist in her brother's room, but she couldn't compare.

remembered that Ouyang Lianghan, as a noble person in the prophecy, had not sent the "bright moon" thing by mistake for a long time.

Also thought of ...... A certain wrong way to open the common wealth and hardship.

"Ming...... Bright moon, why is it bright moon again? Wait, isn't it...... Could it be that the bright moon in the prophecy is Ouyang Lianghan himself? ”

Under the moon in front of the window, there is a little girl with plum blossom makeup who is unspeakable, and the deer is bumping into each other, and her cheeks are gradually hot.

There is no longer a trace of coquettishness and arrogance not long ago.

(End of chapter)