One

When Nanyun was young, he always had the habit of getting up early to read when he heard the chickens dancing, but since he became a family, he was used to raising Youzun, and he gradually became lazy, and it was rare to even touch the books, but one morning, in a hazy sleep, he heard the long-lost sound of reading:

"The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August. Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom. ”

He was slightly stunned, and when he touched it, half of the couch around him was already empty.

"Scattered into the bead curtain wet curtain, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade is thin. The general's horn bow is uncontrollable, and it is difficult to protect the iron clothes. ”

Nanyun turned over and stayed, and while putting on his clothes, he followed the sound and went out.

On the stone bench outside the corridor, Qingluan held a book and read it with a clear eye.

Nagumo smiled slightly.

She didn't notice his voice, and continued reading: "Send you to the east gate of Luntai." When I went, it was snow-covered on the mountain road. ”

Nanyun interjected: "The mountain loop can't see you, and there is a place for horses to travel in the snow." ”

Qingluan looked back: "Woke up? ”

Nanyun smiled: "It's hard not to wake up, early in the morning, don't sleep much, what books do you read, do you want to take the top prize?" ”

Qingluan smiled: "What, can't you do it?" ”

Nanyun said with a smile: "I haven't heard that a woman is taking the exam, I only heard that a woman has a husband and a child."

Qingluan Zhengse said: "Empress Wu once opened a women's department, why can't women be champions?" ”

Nanyun smiled: "That was in the past, but now it has been canceled a long time ago, it is better to be a champion lady more serious." ”

Qingluan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Does Xianggong still remember the examination of Qiuyu?" ”

Nagumo was stunned.

Qingluan slowly closed the book: "Presumably Xianggong is familiar with this poem, which was written by Cen Shen when he sent the military judge back to Beijing." A good man makes meritorious contributions and serves the court, which is done by the husband. ”

Nanyun squinted and stared at the beauty in front of him: "It turns out that you read early in the morning for this reason." Do you hate me for being unproductive? ”

"The concubine doesn't dare." She bowed slightly: "The concubine only hates being a daughter, and she can't ride a horse and whip like a man and show her mind." ”

Nagumo groaned slightly.

"There's no man who doesn't want to be motivated, it's just that, sometimes, imagination and reality are not the same thing." He was a little lonely.

Qingluan smiled: "The concubine knows that the princess has fallen twice, but this can't be an excuse for frustration." Sometimes, the courage to rise to the occasion is also a kind of progress. ”

Nanyun smiled slightly: "It's really a sister." Not so long ago, Madame said something similar. Does every woman want to have a husband and a wife? ”

Qingluan sighed lowly: "My sister may have this idea, but the concubine body is not here." The concubine just wants to have a man who can be relied on for life, and this man must stand up to the sky and the earth, and be arrogant. ”

Her eyes fell on the distance, with a vague meaning: "Galloping outside the plug with the man you love, riding a horse and whipping, galloping thousands of miles, how chic." ”

Nagumo's heart moved.

That kind of artistic conception is fascinating.

"I promise you," he said softly, "that one day, I will let you see a husband who will get ahead." ”

He hugged her gently: "You want to ride a horse?" I'll take you there, okay? ”

A glimmer of brilliance flashed in Qingluan's eyes, and then it dimmed again: "This is not what the concubine means, the concubine can't ride a horse." ”

Nagumo smiled: "I'll teach you." Come, let's go. It wasn't bad to have a few horses in the stables. ”

Qingluan smiled: "Then, it's better to be respectful." ”

Nanyun took her hand, childlike excitement: "Don't leave yet!" ”

So, on the quiet path in the early morning, the two held hands and trotted to the stables.

Qingluan's long skirt, stepping on the early morning dewdrops, is as beautiful as a blooming sunflower.

Of course, her smile is even more beautiful.

Everything is in her plan, without a trace.

In the distance, the stables were ahead.

The fence door of the stable opened softly, and the figure of a woman in a pale green dress flashed, quickly walked out, and then quickly disappeared into the dense bushes, although faintly, but Nagumo still saw it.

Who is it? Early in the morning from the stables?

Is there a woman in the stable?

Nagumo thought suspiciously.

Who was on duty last night? Where did the woman come from? Could it be Lao Zhang's daughter-in-law? No, Lao Zhang's daughter-in-law is in the countryside, she is in her forties, how can she have such a slender figure.

Nanyun's heart was hot, and his feet sped up.

Qingluan shouted, "Wait for me! ”

Nagumo took three steps and made two steps, kicked open the half-hidden fence door, and rushed in.

"Lao Zhang!" He shouted as he walked.

Suddenly, he stopped, and his eyes fell to the ground.

A light green handkerchief fell to the ground, and it is unknown who left it.

He slowly bent down and picked up his handkerchief.

The handkerchief was silky to the touch, and it was clearly made of good fabric. Although it is only a small handkerchief, the workmanship has never been sloppy. On the handkerchief, two butterflies are embroidered, lifelike and dancing.

Nagumo frowned.

A distant aroma emanated from the veil, familiar enough to make his heart palpitate.

This is the aroma of "purple jade". He couldn't be mistaken.

His face became extremely ugly, and his fingers trembled slightly.

Qingluan asked softly behind him, "What's wrong?" ”

Nanyun quickly picked up the handkerchief, hid it in his arms, and said with a smile: "Oh, it's nothing. ”

Qingluan smiled: "What good things did you pick up just now?" Let the concubine take a look. ”

Nanyun smiled: "What's the matter, you read it wrong." ”

Fortunately, Qingluan didn't continue to ask, otherwise, he really didn't know how to deal with it.

Qingluan looked around with a soft smile on his face: "Where is the stable?" ”

"It's right in the back." Nagumo's answer was a little absent-minded.

He walked briskly to the front of the house and reached for the door. At this moment, the door opened, and a stout man with bare arms stood in the doorway.

"Ah San, it's you." Nagumo's face was extremely cold for a moment.

Ah San looked sleepy, and asked while dressing, "Master, are you going out?" The villain is going to lead the horse. ”

Without saying a word, Nanyun walked past Ah San and went straight into the house.

This is the place where the groom rests, and it appears disorganized and disorderly due to the lack of tidying.

Nagumo's eyes fell on the scattered bed.

Ah San was a little uneasy: "Master, is there something wrong?" ”

Nanyun said lightly: "Are you the only one here?" ”

Ah San smiled: "Lao Zhang has returned to the countryside, Xiaohuzi's mother is sick and not here, only I don't have the burden of family, so on weekdays, I live here more." ”

The corners of Nanyun's mouth trembled slightly: "So, there was only you here last night, and no one else." ”

"Yes." Ah San replied, "Master, is something wrong?" ”

Nagumo looked at Ah San.

The air in the room seemed to stagnate, a little suffocating.

After a while, Nanyun sneered: "What did you do?" ”

Ah San was surprised: "What? ”

Nagumo stopped talking, turned around, and put his hands behind his back, as if he was considering something.

Qingluan stood under the eaves, leisurely looking up at the sky, as if he didn't care about everything in front of him.

"Ah San," Nanyun said slowly, "The boss is not small, and it is time to start a family." ”

Ah San smiled "hehe" and scratched his scalp: "Who wants to marry us." ”

Nanyun glanced at him with some contempt, snorted softly, and did not continue.

Out of the garden gate, Nanyun stood by the low fence, looking up at the clear sky, and in his heart, he felt indescribably depressed and lonely. The square handkerchief in his bosom burned like a fire in his chest, burning him breathlessly.

"I suddenly remembered, there are some things to do, can I teach you to ride a horse another day?" He smiled and said to Qingluan.

Qingluan coquettishly said: "No, I don't follow." ”

Nanyun was stunned, and didn't know how to respond for a while.

Qingluan chuckled: "Tease you!" It is important to do the right thing, how to not follow the concubine. ”

Nanyun was a little apologetic: "I will accompany you to ride a horse if I have time another day." ”

Qingluan smiled charmingly: "The concubine has written it down." Go ahead. ”

Looking at Nanyun's footsteps hurriedly moving away, a sneer appeared on Qingluan's lips.

If he guessed correctly, he must have been in a hurry to go to the lily garden.

Two

Nagumo went straight to the lily garden. If that question can't be solved, he won't be able to breathe for a moment.

There was no doubt that the handkerchief had an inevitable connection with Shen Qingluo, but it appeared in the stable out of place, and in any case, he couldn't find a reasonable reason to explain it.

Who could be the woman who came out of the stable early in the morning?

Who will be the owner of this handkerchief?

A fine bead of sweat broke out on his forehead.

I really don't dare to think about it anymore.

It was precisely because of that time that Shen Qingluo and Ah San did not return overnight, and he was disgusted in his heart, so he degraded Ah San and went to the stable to raise horses.

Could it be that there really is a private relationship?

It's horrible.

Nagumo's brows furrowed. No wonder, she pushed herself out, isn't it, really fornicating with someone?

Although Ah San is a subordinate, he is young and heroic, strong and powerful, and he does have a reason for women to like him.

Nagumo stopped.

There is a lily garden in front, how to face Shen Qingluo.

Some things, once faced with the truth, are overwhelmed.

How can such a thing be spoken?

If it weren't for her, what would be a humiliation for a woman?

If it's really her, how will you face it in the future?

However, if you don't figure it out, how can you get by?

Sedation. He told himself.

This is something that must not be spoken, and can only be hidden in the heart.

He let out a long breath and tried, smiling gently.

A humble gentleman, gentle as jade, how can he lose his demeanor and mess up.

He slowed down and walked leisurely into the garden.

The handkerchief, fluttering, was thrown out by him and hung on a low branch.

This is the way to go, and it will be picked up quickly.

Three

"Is Madame back?" Nanyun asked as she greeted a little girl. The most direct questions are often impossible to think.

"Ah, it's back." The little girl replied casually. She was holding some clothes, and when she saw Nanyun, she was a little flustered, and gave a salute, and her clothes fell to the ground, and she bent down to pick them up while saying, "I just ate a little something, and I vomited all over the ground, and even my clothes were dirty." ”

Nanyun bent down, picked up a piece of clothing, handed it to her, and asked nonchalantly, "Where is Madame?" ”

"Naturally, I asked the old lady to come to him." The little girl's answer was quick and direct, and Nanyun was stunned for a moment.

When I entered the house, I lifted the bead curtain, and saw Shen Qingluo lying lazily on the couch, as if she was asleep. Nagumo was inconvenient to be disturbed, and sat quietly on a low stool in front of the couch, looking at his quiet wife.

Her face was a little flushed, her sideburns were a little disheveled, I don't know if it was sweat or dew, her hair was a little wet, and there was a faint hint of forest petals.

Nanyun looked at her face, and couldn't imagine that such a peaceful face would do unbearable things.

Shen Qingluo opened her eyes, saw Nanyun, and smiled slightly: "You won't call me when you come." ”

Nanyun helped her sit up and said softly, "It's always good to sleep more." ”

He sniffed her and smiled, "Have you run out of incense at home?" ”

Shen Qingluo was a little embarrassed: "The smell on the concubine is a little indecent. Since she was pregnant, those incense and concubines have been estranged. She pointed to the flower pot in the corner of the house: "The flowers that Xiao Wu sends every day are not as fragrant as purple jade, but they are also fresh and elegant. ”

Nagumo let out an "oh".

If Shen Qingluo hasn't used incense recently, then where does the rich "purple jade" fragrance on the handkerchief come from? Except for Shen Qingluo, who in this house still uses a fragrant handkerchief?

The sound of footsteps, with the shaking of the bead curtain, Xiao Rong entered the house.

Xiao Rong first asked Nanyun for peace: "Master." ”

Nanyun smiled and said: "Xiao Wu is very attentive, he sends flowers to his wife every day, and I will add his salary when I go back." ”

Xiao Rong said happily: "Thank you, Master." ”

Nanyun smiled: "You have worked hard to run from the backyard every day." ”

Xiao Rong said with a smile: "Waiting for Mrs. is the blessing of the slave maid, why work hard." ”

Xiao Rong turned his face to Shen Qingluo and said, "What do you see here?" ”

Shen Qingluo smiled: "What kind of treasure is it to sell, it's a fuss." ”

Xiao Rong took out a handkerchief from his cuff and shook it: "It's your handkerchief!" ”

Shen Qingluo took the handkerchief and said with a smile: "It's indeed mine, what did you do with it?" ”

Suddenly frowned slightly: "It's strange." I haven't used incense for a long time, where does this veil come from? ”

Xiao Rong said with a smile: "Miss, haven't you forgotten that one year, Mrs. Shen cleaned up her old clothes and turned out Miss's clothes when she was a child, which are still very fragrant!" Our purple jade, that's the lingering fragrance. ”

Shen Qingluo said with a smile: That's natural, even the imperial concubines in the palace like purple jade the most. ”

Xiao Rong took a deep breath: "It's so fragrant!" Miss, you are careless, and you don't know if you lose your handkerchief. Guess where I picked it up? Under the grape trellis! ”

Shen Qingluo was surprised: "How could you leave it there?" I haven't been there for a few days. ”

Xiao Rong smiled: "I think the cat took it." ”

Nanyun took the veil and seemed to smile: "Two butterflies, so exquisite." Is it the lady's embroiderer? ”

Shen Qingluo smiled: "It's nothing if the concubine is embroidered and played. ”

Xiao Rong boasted: "My young lady's handiwork is not inferior to that of a professional embroiderer." ”

Nanyun played with the handkerchief: "Madame's personal things, why did you lose them?" He looked at Shen Qingluo with some ambiguity, "The things of the boudoir, if they are picked up by the subordinates, it will be unseemly." ”

Shen Qingluo said with a smile: "What I said is that you should pay attention to the concubine in the future." ”

Her face was calm and calm, without a trace of ambiguity and panic.

If you are not frank and open-minded, you have extremely clever acting skills, which makes Nanyun really elusive.

The veil is hers, so is the woman who appears in the stable also her?

Otherwise, how to explain it?

He sat down next to Shen Qingluo, looking embarrassed: "There is something, I want to hear what Madame means." ”

Shen Qingluo smiled and said: "What's the matter, the husband is in charge of his own affairs, the concubine is a woman, what do you know." ”

"That's not what I said," Nanyun said, "after all, it's Madame's dowry, and Madame's approval is required." ”

Shen Qingluo was a little surprised: "Oh? ”

Nan Yun's fingers lightly fell on the strings on the side, as if he hesitated: "I have encountered some troubles in my business, and I need a large amount of capital turnover, so it is difficult to talk to my wife." ”

Shen Qingluo smiled: "Didn't the concubine give you the key to the treasury a long time ago?" Why do you need to consult with me? When a concubine marries into the Nan family, she is the Nan family, and what else do you and I have. ”

"But," Nanyun said softly, "Some shops are Madame's name, business contacts, and capital flows, which are sometimes very inconvenient, for example," he pointed to the exquisite jade on Shen Qingluo's waist, "Madame's seal." ”

Shen Qingluo Wan'er, untied the jade, and handed it to him: "From now on, this will be handed over to the husband for safekeeping." Luckily? ”

Nanyun took the jade seal, hugged Shen Qingluo, and said softly: "If you have such a good wife, what more can you ask for." ”

Shen Qingluo said with a smile: "Husband and wife are one, as it should be." ”

Xiao Rong smiled and said nothing.

Suddenly, a person ran into the garden gate in a panic, and shouted from a distance: "Miss, it's not good." ”

Listening to the voice, it seems to be the butler of Shen Mansion Xing.

Shen Qingluo was shocked.

Steward Xing gasped and cried: "Miss, something happened at home!" ”

Shen Qingluo took a few steps, her heart jumped suddenly, and she barely calmed down: "Steward Xing, what's wrong at home?" My daddy? What happened to him? ”

Steward Xing crawled to his knees, raised his hand, and opened his bow left and right at his face, and crackled: "The old slave is guilty." ”

Nanyun said impatiently: "Come on, what's wrong?" ”

Steward Xing cried, "Miss, uncle." Young Master Bao, he, he,"

Shen Qingluo's heart tightened: "Bao'er, what's wrong with him?" ”

Steward Xing cried: "Bao'er is missing!" ”

Shen Qingluo's eyes were dark, and she almost fainted.

In my ears, I heard Xiao Rong say eagerly: "What do you mean to be missing?" Where did it go? Well, how could it be gone? ”

Steward Xing said sadly: "These days, there has been chaos in the family, and I have neglected Young Master Bao, and somehow, I lost it." I searched the streets and alleys, but I couldn't find it. It's been days. The old man is dying. The house is collapsing. Miss, go back and have a look. ”

Nanyun groaned slightly: "Have you reported to the official?" ”

Steward Xing said, "Not yet." The old man is already unconscious, and everything needs to be decided by the eldest lady. The lady ordered the old slave to come and report the news. ”

Shen Qingluo's eyes closed, and a line of tears fell: "Don't go quickly!" ”