On the stove, the sound of boiling water is constantly coming from the tea kettle, and the wisps of smoke look dreamlike on a moonlit night.

"But you know that I can't marry Feng Chengcheng." Rong Sui's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his warm eyes seemed to be a little colder.

Mobei held the scoop's hand and paused, then scooped out a scoop of tea, and slowly poured it into a white glazed flower-mouth tray, his expression was slightly solemn, and he handed the hot tea tray to Rong Sui, and said: "It's Mobei who lost his words." ”

Rong Sui took the tray, and in the clouds and mist of tea smoke, he saw the worried look in Mobei's eyes inadvertently, and asked a little puzzled: "You should be the one who understands my mind best, why do you have such thoughts today?" ”

Mobei's face was solemn, he saluted to Rong Sui, and said solemnly: "The last time I spied on that incident, I'm afraid that I already knew that it was the prince who helped Miss Lin, although I still told you what happened afterwards, and sent the piano score over according to the plan, but Mobei still can't rest assured, if there is already a mustard over there, even if there is a covenant, I am afraid that it will exist in name only, and we will be weak in the future, if there is no help from the Feng family, the road ahead will be even more difficult." ”

"So you're worried about this."

Rong Sui smiled kindly, and between his warm and picturesque eyebrows, there was a leisurely state of light clouds and breeze, which was extremely calm compared to Mobei's worried appearance.

I saw him take a sip of tea without hurry, and said leisurely: "Although he and I can't be as honest as you are, if you don't even have this tacit understanding and trust, how can you conclude an alliance?" ”

His gaze slowly stared into the distance, as if he had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and vaguely saw the young man who was as dazzling as the sun. He can always melt all the things in the world into those eyes without revealing the slightest, like a fine sword, hiding its edge in its scabbard. Only in front of her will she not deliberately cover it up, and she will be sharp.

He and him, all the same.

A hint of a smile flashed in Rong Sui's eyes, and the jade-like ink pupils quietly turned, and said: "What's more, he is like a mirror in his heart, although I am doing these things on the surface to help Wan'er, in fact, I am just pushing the boat for him." Over the years, he has been able to sink into the abyss and thunder, this resourcefulness and courage are beyond the reach of others, I will make a move, not so much that he has already calculated, but that we have stepped into the game he has laid out step by step. ”

"You mean that Emperor Jingren has already understood Miss Lin's plan and arranged everything, and you are one of them?" Mo Bei raised his eyes in astonishment, in addition to the obvious shock, there was also a hint of jealousy in his eyes, and he found that he had lost his posture in front of Rong Sui, so he quickly restrained his emotions.

Rong Sui smiled indifferently, there seemed to be a momentary pause in that gentle smile, which seemed very subtle, "Although he often has a smile on his face, you can't figure out what is hidden under his smiling face, I have never seen through him for so many years." He paused, the smile on his face gradually cooled, and a hint of vigilance quickly flashed in his eyes, "Maybe when he was smiling at you, the sword in his hand was already aimed at you." ”

Mo Bei's heart sank, and he proposed: "Since his mind is so unpredictable, then we must keep our hands behind and beware of him crossing the river and demolishing the bridge in the future." ”

Rong Sui nodded hesitantly, and didn't say anything more, just closed his eyes slightly, and there seemed to be a trace of sorrow between his leisurely and indifferent eyebrows in the past.

This made Mobei even more sure that this Emperor Jingren was by no means always smiling as he seemed on the surface, and he looked lazy and lazy. And the prince seems to value him very much, even if he has struggled in the quagmire of Beiming for many years, he rarely shows such a look.

After a while, I saw him slowly open his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "Between me and him, we just take what we need, and there is no conflict of interest." The only thing that will make us conflict......" He stroked the strings in front of him, his expression changed several times, as if immersed in a certain memory, so complicated that it was elusive, and he only sighed softly, "Everything in this world can be counted, only fate cannot be found." ”

Mo Bei was stunned for a moment, and looked at him with a hint of inquiry, obviously not understanding the meaning of his words.

Rong Sui smiled faintly, implying an indescribable helplessness, and asked instead, "Did you send the birthday gift for her?" ”

Mo Bei nodded and replied, "I have already sent someone to send it quickly, and it can be delivered before Miss Lin's birthday." ”

Rong Sui showed a satisfied smile, looking at the moonlight outside the pavilion, her pupils flashed with a jade-like brilliance, "I don't know if she will like this year's gift." ”

"Miss Lin takes the trouble to prepare all kinds of novelties for her every birthday, and Miss Lin must be very happy." Looking at Rong Sui's face full of anticipation, Mo Bei couldn't help but sigh in his heart, after so many years, probably only when Miss Lin was mentioned, there was really light in the eyes of the prince.

"Really? But this year's gift, rather than making her happy, I hope she understands the meaning. ”

"The prince's heart for Miss Lin can be seen by the sun and the moon. Miss Lin is so smart, she will definitely understand. ”

"I hope so."

Rong Suiyu sat on the seat, gently hugged the qin in front of him, Mobei saw this, got up as if he was surprised, bowed to him and then silently withdrew from the pavilion.

He flipped the back of the instrument over and placed it on top of his legs, his slender fingers caressing the place where the inscription was engraved.

The night is like thick ink, and the moonlight is like practice. His warm ink pupils were hidden under the thick eyelashes, and the flow of the waves was inexplicable. His gaze was gentle and delicate, like a spring breeze blowing across the water, and a slight smile rippled at the bottom of his eyes, startled by a touch of lovesickness, smudged in his eyes, as if there was no trace, but it was so profound that it was difficult to hide.

The place where his fingers touched it looked unusually smooth, thinking that it was caused by someone touching it from time to time, and there was a line of words engraved on it with a hairpin small seal -

Wish Shu, morning and twilight, and peace in the years.

He looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and his eyes seemed to be over the mountains, through the long flow of years, and walked with his thoughts.

It seems to see her standing under the flower tree in red again, and the three thousand flowers fall on the branches, which is not as fluttering as her clothes, and she smiles.

"Wangshu, happy birthday."

Although he had heard her say that she wanted to give him a good piano, when she walked up to him with the piano in his arms, his heart still fluttered uncontrollably.

"It's ......"

She winked at him playfully, "I begged him for a long time before the hidden luthier was willing to cut out this qin, although I didn't participate in the qin, but the tassel on it was made by me, and the inscription on the back was also engraved by me, look at it, do you like it?" ”

"You ......" He noticed that her fingers were a little blistered due to the seal carving, and his heart seemed to be wrapped in softness layer after layer, and it was like using a knife to cut a hole in that layer of softness, painful and soft, he frowned slightly, and said distressedly, "Miss Beiluoshimen City Lord's Mansion, why deign to beg for help, it's just Zhang Qin." ”

"If it were someone else, I wouldn't."

Her picturesque eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles, glowing with a bright color like spring, and her eyes flowed, as if precipitating the starlight and light, covering the moon shadow and falling flowers, making the red dust prosperous and instantly discolored.

She looked at him with extremely serious eyes, and every word was extremely clear, "Wangshu, you should be worthy of the best piano in the world." ”

Her words were so light and fluttering at the beginning, but they seemed to weigh a thousand pounds to him.

When a person who has become accustomed to crawling in the mud is suddenly picked up with both hands, that warmth will turn into a flame, imprinted into the bottom of the heart, and eternal life will not be erased.

I can't count how many midnight dreams come back, and that red mark comes to me.

The girl in red in the dream, she has the brightest smile in the world, as if she can melt all the unwillingness and grief in the world, leaving only a pure and clear heart.

She is the red of a flower, the ripple of autumn water, the bright moon, the light, a bright light in the long dark night, which can always make him find a trace of warmth in this broken red dust.