After the rain, early in the morning.

In the spring of March, the capital of the Great Zhou Emperor went to the capital, the flowers were in full bloom, the day was warm and smoking, and after two days and two nights of spring rain, it washed away the lead and faded the dust; The huge imperial capital stood quietly between heaven and earth, lingering in a melting warmth, as if covered with a faint mist.

It has passed the middle of spring, in the light blue and clear sky, a touch of bright yellow and brilliant morning glow, rushing away the slightly blurred mist, dispelling the white and vast cover between the clouds and mist, like a rain of flowers in the sky, sprinkled on the steamy earth, reflecting countless delicate and delicate shadows like beauties.

The morning after the rain is a picture scroll from everyone's pen, vivid and vivid, in one go. Outside the city, the spring is like a brocade, and the mountains are full of flowers; In the city, the wind swept the catkins, the clouds reflected the red, a derivative of the spring full of vitality, which made people intoxicated, and just the night before, it was still raining a continuous spring rain here, and the gurgling rain washed the bricks and stones in the capital.

At this moment, the warm breeze, with a hint of pleasant coolness, blows a few tender green willow trees and slender willow branches in front of the Situ Mansion, the willow is swaying in the wind, mottled, light, and colorful, just like a dancing girl gently twisting her waist; Drops of crystal clear dew, covering the branches and grass stems, look verdant by the bright morning sun.

As soon as the day dawned, the people of Situ Mansion had already started a busy day.

I saw that the figures of maids and servants came and went, shuttling through the warm pavilions and wings everywhere; Some of them are sprinkling and sweeping the court, some are arranging breakfast, some are serving the nobles in the palace to freshen up and change their clothes, and some are preparing the official clothes worn by the head of the family when he goes to court......

Jade Qiong Yuan.

Perhaps it was because of a spring rain just after the early morning air, there was a soft fragrance of flowers, as light as an orchid; A beam of bright sunlight shone into the courtyard of this girl's boudoir, and a peach branch full of rain outside the wall was as bright as a tassel under the glow of a round of golden spring sun.

Located in the west wing of Xie Zhai's "Yuqiong Garden", is where Miss Xie Si's boudoir is located, whether from the overall layout, or from the layout of the warm pavilion, this boudoir full of girlish atmosphere is so elegant and natural, there is no half of luxury, even compared with the residence of other daughters-in-law, it is also pure; Especially in the first two days of the rainy season, the bleak is more prosperous, if it is not for the corridor planted with a verdant flowers and plants, lining out the bright purple and red, only faintly add a few touches of spring in the north.

The rising glow slowly shines through the window lattice, projecting on the quiet Jade Qiong Garden, as if it is covered with a layer of rouge.

Xie Wanxin leaned alone in front of the window, at this moment, she had just gotten up not long ago, and she had just finished grooming, the whole person looked like a flower, and her long black and bright hair naturally hung down from her thin shoulders; She sat in front of the dresser, and let the servant maid paint her eyebrows and makeup, and dress up.

But I saw that in the bronze mirror in front of me, a woman's clear cheeks were reflected as jade, on the face of the country and the city, the red lips and bright teeth, the bright eyes, and the tender pupils, although there were still sleepy eyes, it was still difficult to hide the charming and moving spring love.

The breeze blows the beautiful sideburns.

Fifteen-year-old Miss Xie Si is in the good years of love, and the girl's longing and desire for a beautiful love are presented on her delicate face without reservation at this moment, just like a blooming peony flower, facing the warm spring breeze, blooming with fiery red buds.

The beautiful woman sat against the window, Xie Wanxin's gaze, in the demure, with the gentleness and style unique to a young girl; She looked out the window, at the plane tree planted in the courtyard, and watched a few goose-yellow leaves on the tree fall into a pool of water, and in a short time, the golden leaves were already covered with a pool of clear water.

Seeing this beautiful scenery, Xie Wanxin only felt that her eyes lit up, and in the depths of her clear pupils, there was a shallow autumn wave; She stretched out her hand, picked up a pale yellow leaf, put it between her fingers, and looked at it carefully, the fragrance of the sycamore, along the slender jade fingers of the fourth lady, oozed little by little.

After pondering for a long time, Xie Wan smiled heartily, put down the leaf in his hand, and then spread out a red note. This kind of red note, with sandalwood as the material, the color pattern inlaid on the edge of the paper, is very delicate and gorgeous, very similar to the peach blossom Linxi to the sun, so it is also known as "peach blossom note", it is a kind of poetry that is popular in the door valve of the world, and it is known as the favorite of the daughters of the wealthy family, and Xie Wanxin is naturally no exception.

For a moment, Xie Wanxin, who was dressed in a Luo skirt, rolled up her sleeves and lifted her pen, her clothes fluttered, and a section of Su Ying's Hao wrist was exposed from under her clothes, and under the reflection of the spring light outside the window, under the backdrop of the flowing clouds embroidered with green jade plum blossom patterns, the whiteness and delicacy of the skin were more and more outlined; She held the pen in her hand, but after a little thought, the pen fell into shock.

The ink strokes, like pieces of flying flowers, fall on the peach blossom paper, delicate brushstrokes, such as the dance of jade fingers, written with one stroke; The ink marks swept across the paper, and the two lines of beautiful small characters flowed from the end of the pen and became instantaneous, which not only contained tenderness, but also lacked charm.

- "My heart is a bandit stone, and it can't be turned, and if the bandit stone doesn't turn, my heart is immortal." ”

Lingxiu's small letters, the penmanship is in the clouds, the whole line of words is completed in one go, engraved on the exquisite red paper, and the straight teaching is pleasing to the eye; But I saw that the few lines of words, the handwriting was graceful, the lines were round, and they were so flawless, without a trace of impurities, and there was no trace of copying at all...... However, the seemingly soft pen power, between the lines, is entangled with a wisp of love, which is the innocence of the girl's Huaichun, and it is also the infatuation of lovesickness.

Obviously, Xie Wanxin is very satisfied with her book.

She slowly put down the pen, gently blew the ink on the paper that had not dried, and exhaled Ruolan; The long eyelashes, delicate eyes, and the embellishment of the willow leaves and curved eyebrows, blend out a gentle autumn wave, but the ice and holiness that look like a 10,000-year-old snow lotus do not see a little dust.

"Miss......"

"Miss......"

Suddenly, at this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded from outside the house; I saw that Mingyu, the personal maid of the fourth young lady, ran in in a hurry, the whole person was panting, sweating profusely, and her pink little face was suddenly flushed, full of irrepressible joy.

Perhaps, it was precisely because of the appearance of Mingyu that Xie Wanxin reacted from the beautiful reverie; She subconsciously tilted her head slightly, but she saw Mingyu's fiery appearance, and couldn't help but be curious: although this little girl is a little out of the way on weekdays, at least she can grasp the proportion, and she will never be as reckless as today.

"What's wrong? Panicked?! Xie Wanxin asked with a smile.

"Miss, your letter." Mingyu lightly opened her red lips, calmed her mind as much as possible, took out a letter from her arms, and presented it to the fourth lady with both hands.

"My letter? Who sent it? Xie Wanxin took the letter, her face full of confusion.

"Oh, miss, the person who delivered the letter seems to be a female official from the palace, I heard her say that she is the person who serves by the side of King Rencheng, called ......, by the way, called Dongyu." Mingyu thought for a moment and replied.

Ren Cheng King!

As soon as she heard these three words, between Xie Wanxin's eyebrows and eyes, she stretched slightly, revealing joy and pleasure that was difficult to hide, and the girl's spring heart that was just beginning to bloom was also driven by excitement, and she couldn't help but "puff puff" to speed up the beat, it looked like her heart was swaying, and the deer was bumping; It's him, it's really him, the man who once made him think about it day and night, the man who once made him fall in love with him at first sight, finally willing to take the initiative to contact him, and finally ...... She didn't continue to think about it, but desperately wanted to know the contents of the letter.

I don't know if I was too excited, or too forgetful, when Xie Wanxin suddenly looked back, she turned around and stumbled on her skirt, her figure was already very slender, and the water cuff brought up gusts of wind, as if the snow was flying, and she accidentally rolled over a cup of tea on the table; A few shallow drops of tea stained her beautiful skirt, as if a bright red peach blossom had been smeared with something filthy.

Xie Wanxin lowered her head, saw the tea stains splashed on her skirt, and couldn't help but smile, as if she was laughing at herself in the other party's gaffe, and Mingyu, who was standing on Xie Wanxin's side, saw the embarrassed appearance of the fourth young lady, and could only forcibly suppress the urge to laugh, and quietly looked at her own son-in-law who was already crazy with her lover.

In fact, since the two of them separated from the Yudai River on the day they were beaten, several days have passed, and Xie Wanxin's state of mind is no longer as impulsive as the first acquaintance, more often, it is as quiet as a lake, but sometimes standing in front of Xiao Changling's white-clothed portrait, he is fascinated, staring at the voice and smile of the young man in his dream; In her opinion, he is the prince, the most dazzling general of the dynasty, and he is a courtier, will he take himself to heart? She didn't dare to ask for too much. However, at this moment, Xiao Changling's sudden letter once again tugged at her heartstrings, making her immersed in an uncontrollable excitement and unable to extricate herself.

So, Xie Wanxin thought so, read, slowly opened the envelope, and a thin piece of paper was also taken out, and it was lightly clinging to Miss Xie Si's slender ten fingers, and the rouge dancme smeared on the fingertips just blended with the faint ink fragrance on the paper.

The girl smiled lightly.

Countless elegant ink, with a strange wind, like flying immortals outside the sky, and like a trickle, flowed into the depths of Xie Wanxin's eyes full of tenderness, a stroke, a word, a stroke, all have deep meaning.

Compared with her own graceful and delicate style, Xie Wanxin recognized at a glance that this was a standard "flying white body", the pen and ink were chic and resolute, and the wind and bones were vigorous and simple, especially where the pen was written, she did her best to open and close, and there was a kind of unrestrained and unrestrained wildness that was not bound by the world; Looking at the layout of the letters, in terms of calligraphy alone, the gesture is like a galloping horse, and it is pouring out the subtle emotions buried in the heart in a man's majestic tone, word by word.

"Graceful and good-hearted, such as:

In the past, he met with Qing Yu Xuan, and when he first saw Fangze, he was shocking. Say goodbye to Qing for more than a few days; I can't see Qing in the end, I can't help myself, I am close to my heart, and I am crazy about it. Every time I remember the sound of Qing, I am convinced, tossing and turning, but I can't help it, I can't help it, I can't help it! Therefore, Feng Qing said a word, gave Qingqing a hand, and talked about the heart of the servant.

Changling's clumsy pen. ”

The volume is full of acacia, and the words are all on the paper and put into writing.

The endless feelings, just like the breeze in the warm spring season, disturbed the girl's heart. Xie Wanxin held the letterhead, as if she had obtained the most precious treasure in the world, and she was reluctant to let go; She opened the thin envelope, and as Xiao Changling said in his letter, there was a clear word attached to it.

This is Xiao Changling's recent new lyrics,—— "Waves of Sand, Gift Wanqing".

Xie Wanxin slowly unfolded the words, leisurely remembered the first meeting that day, and couldn't help but chant clearly.

"The wind rises from Bishan, blows through the cold, leans on the building and vibrates the clothes, a few people sigh, everything is clear.

The rain falls on the river, a look at the autumn water, the railing of the small pavilion is patted all over, you are not merciful, drunk and lying among the flowers. ”

After reading it, Xie Wanxin closed her eyes slightly, covered the letter and words in her heart, and looked delicate and invincible with enjoyment; The beautiful words and elegant fonts convey endless love threads, which have long been accompanied by silky lovesickness, lingering in the girl's eyebrows, which is unavoidable.

"Miss."

It was another light call from Mingyu, which stopped Xie Wan's infatuated conjecture.

"What's wrong?" Xie Wanxin put down the poetry note, and gently swept out the window with her eyebrows.

"Miss, Miss Dongyu also said that King Ren Cheng asked you to meet you in Huanhuaxi tonight."

"Huanhua Creek?"

Xie Wanxin is no stranger to this place name; She grew up in Shangjing since she was a child, and every grass and tree here has become a part of her life, and her familiarity with Shangjing is the same as Xiao Changling's sensitivity to the battlefield.

Huanhua Creek, located in the north of Xuande Gate, is known as the "Three Uniques in Beijing", is a small stream that can flow to the outside of the city, and it is also a place of attraction for all the sons and daughters of Beijing; Now, Xiao Changling invited him to visit Huanhua Creek at night, which would indeed make Xie Wan's heart think, did he want to...... No, let's leave the suspense for tonight.

Suddenly, Xie Wanxin got up, wearing a moon-white Luo skirt, just blown by the breeze outside the window, it really seemed like the moonlight was faintly sprinkled, and the earth was draped in layers of silver silk silk, which was indescribably beautiful.

"Mingyu."

"Miss, what do you command?" Mingyu replied with a smile.

"Change my clothes."

After speaking, she didn't wait for Mingyu to react, and walked straight into the inner room.

"Miss, didn't you say night?!"

The bright morning glow, with the light of the morning light, turned into a soft gold spot, touching the gap in the window lattice, and shooting straight into the white ground of Yuqiong Garden, instantly illuminating this originally slightly quiet boudoir, and also reflecting a dazzling red sun.

……

The twilight was heavy.

In Beijing, on the bank of Huanhua Creek, a piece of spring grass is secluded, and green waves flow eastward.

At this moment, near evening, the cloudless sky has long been dyed red by the setting sun, evoking the infinite sorrow of the wanderer when he returns home; The heavy sunset, the brilliant light of the early morning, the afterglow sprinkled on the sparkling water, as if plated with a circle of colorful ripples, adding a bit of beautiful imprint to the beautiful Huanhua Creek.

The dusk is beautiful, and the sunset is also beautiful, especially the twilight of spring, which is even more beautiful; But I saw that the peach-colored clouds on the horizon gradually condensed, and with the help of the light of the setting sun, a brilliant sunset was outlined, which was extremely magnificent.

Here, it is the Huanhua Creek, which is known as the "Three Uniques in Beijing".

It is said that it is a stream, but in fact, if you talk about the area of the water, it is more like a wide artificial lake, quiet, blue, deep, countless water birds wandering, flapping their wings and flying; The breeze blows, blowing the willow branches lightly, and the fragrant flowers on both sides of the bank are also fighting with the oncoming fragrant wind, setting off the soft and waveless Huanhua Creek.

The stronger the spring.

At that time, when spring was at its peak, on the banks of Huanhua Creek, the sparse plane trees and the secluded phoenix tail bamboo, under the blowing of the spring breeze, were mixed with the fragrance of large bamboo leaves, containing the tranquility that people yearn for; The leaves withered, withered on a pool of spring water, withered on the grass, and withered in the remnants of flowers......

Under the bamboo corridor, Xiao Changling was dressed in white, holding on to the railing with both hands, standing at the edge of the rippling water, his eyes were full of frost, and his eyebrows were full of undisturbed silence; His gaze was like an arrow, shooting straight into the bottom of the deep stream in front of him, straight into the sunset in the sky, and then shooting into the rolling mountains in the distance.

A remnant sun spreads in the water.

The afterglow of the setting sun reflects the back of Xiao Changling looking at the railing, and a faint halo pours on the white clothes of Shengxue, as if the moon is blurry, giving people a hazy aesthetic sense visually; The gentle breeze swept across Xiao Changling's handsome face, and the wind swept his white clothes, like the white wings of a snow eagle, sweeping across the calm lake.

Although Xiao Changling was not wearing a military uniform at this time, the figure of the white-clothed general standing near the water was still as always, as majestic and upright as a towering mountain, immovable, no matter how much wind, frost, rain and snow he experienced, he always stood proudly in the world with a frenzied attitude; Moreover, from Xiao Changling's face, there is no trace of waves, it is always like a cold arrogance like a frozen lake, the depths of his eyes are dark, clear, cold, and the resolute look on his cheeks is also more and more prominently resembling the outline of a scimitar.

Perhaps it was the young army, coupled with the tempering of the long-term bloody battlefield, that this noble prince, who grew up in the military camp since he was a child, with a bit of a son's temper and a strong heroic spirit, has developed a male temperament that is not afraid of the sky and the earth, and has forgotten what is afraid and what is fear.

In the twilight, Xiao Changling stood under the corridor, standing solemnly; Dressed in white, he looked at the vast Huanhua Creek quietly with two eyes like ice blades, looking at the torrent that seemed to be able to swallow everything, and looking at the remnant sun looming in the sky, which was so close at hand, and so far away, how could he not touch it.

It wasn't until this moment that General Zhenbei, who had ridden the desert, understood a philosophy of life,—— what is the breadth of heaven and earth, and what is the weight of life?

Suddenly, Xiao Changling lowered his head, as far as his vision could see, was a pool of clear blue water, goldfish swimming in the water, silver scales and tails, between a few pieces of blue lotus, moving back and forth, rolling up the water and rippling, so comfortable; Looking at the fish swimming in the water, Xiao Changling became interested, so he broke a willow branch, twisted the thin willow leaves on the branches, and threw them into the water, which attracted countless fish to compete and eat.

"Your Highness, Miss Xie Si is here."

The guard's reminder disrupted Xiao Changling's Yaxing, but he was not displeased with it, because for him, the arrival of that woman was much more important than this trick that was difficult to get into the hall of elegance; Xiao Changling threw away the willow and slowly turned around.

It's her.

This time she really came.

When Xiao Changling turned around and looked back, he was surprised to see that a beautiful shadow, accompanied by the maid Mingyu, walked towards him with light and graceful steps:

She was dressed in yellow, her clothes fluttering, and she was still cold and dusty in her impression, as firm as cedar, and extremely pretty; A black hair, high and tied up in a peugeot "flowing cloud bun", above the bun, wearing a woman's power fence, as thin as snow, hanging down from the cloud temples, covering the girl's delicate face.

The veil blew in the wind.

A touch of afterglow of the sunset, softly projected down, sprinkled on Xie Wan's forehead as bright as jade, shining a moist luster, illuminating the woman's graceful demeanor and beautiful jade face clearly.

Yiren is like jade, Xiao Changling's eyes are full of the shadow of her yellow shirt, and her smile has been deeply engraved in this man's heart; However, Xiao Changling didn't say a word, his face seemed to be smiling, and he just stared at the woman in front of him who made him confused with the burning gaze in his eyes.

At the same time, Xie Wanxin, who was coming on, also raised her bright eyes slightly, and met Xiao Changling's pair of affectionate eyes, and her pupils were full of water; The beauty's quiet cheeks, eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, her whole person is smiling, and her complexion is more and more graceful, so that a pool of sparkling spring water will be dim in front of her.

The eyes are facing each other.

Wordless, affectionate.

"Fourth Miss, you're quite punctual." The smile on the corner of Xiao Changling's lips suddenly bloomed slightly, and the eyes of the spring light looked at Xie Wanxin's beautiful eyebrows, as if they contained indescribable feelings.

Who knows, Xiao Changling's gentle words actually made Xie Wanxin a little overwhelmed, and on her cheeks with a little powder, two crimson clouds floated, and she subconsciously turned her head to the side, and the green silk on her sideburns fluttered gently along the spring breeze, raising the faint fragrance of lilac stamens.

At this moment, Xie Wanxin's face froze, as if she smelled something strange; But soon, she raised her face to look directly at the white clothes in front of her, and among the eyes of a pair of autumn water, there was a charming spring light, which was quite interesting, and her lips smiled.

"You...... Incense? ”

Unexpectedly, Xiao Changling put his hands behind his back and walked slowly in front of Xie Wanxin, a smile flashed in his eyes, and his tone was very gentle.

"I'm the one who leads the troops, and the blood on my body is too heavy, I'm afraid of scaring you."

"But there's no blood in your eyes." Xie Wanxin carefully looked at Xiao Changling's eyes, and after a long time, she said softly.

"Just not today." Xiao Changling raised his lips and laughed.

As he spoke, Xiao Changling slowly leaned down, half of his handsome face was close to the hair of Xie Wanxin's sideburns, and it was getting closer and closer, his ears and temples grinding, pleasant to the eye; His figure, which was already tall and handsome, was dressed in a long white robe, casting a shadow like a mountain, completely overturning the soft and slender body of the fourth miss of the Xie family, covering her from the annoying residual sun.

Such an intimate act made Xie Wanxin at a loss for a while; But seeing that the blush on the girl's face became thicker, and her eyebrows, which were as beautiful as distant mountains, trembled slightly, she didn't know how to deal with it, so she could only look away shyly, trying not to look at the tenderness in Xiao Changling's eyes.

Xiao Changling stood with his hands in his hands, his expression was relaxed and calm, staring at the reserved woman opposite, and his heart was warm; Immediately, this melting warmth turned into a warm smile under his lips; He stretched out his hands and gently held Xie Wan's innocent and white soft, and his voice was very low and soft.

"You, really important to me. Tell me, in the future, will I call you Miss Four, or Wan'er, or ......"

This time, Xie Wanxin's performance did not seem to be very reserved; She raised her jade face slightly, let Xiao Changling hold her wrist, and her affectionate gaze paused softly on Xiao Changling's face, under the clear and graceful face, with a bit of innocent childishness.

"No matter what you call me, anyway, in the future, I will call you Brother Changling."

Xiao Changling shook his head, and there was a young smile between his eyebrows.

"I'm in the second line of the family, and everyone in the family calls me Erlang, so you can call me Erlang too."

It was just a short moment, Xie Wanxin smiled, slowly opened two jade arms, and a pair of soft and slender jade hands were like a gentle jade belt, extremely soft and beautiful, surrounding Xiao Changling's body, and gradually bent into a hook of crescent moon; At the same time, the smile on Xie Wan's heart also became more and more charming, until it condensed into a clear spring under the shade of the tree, bubbling and flowing, and the charm of the woman's gentle nature entered Xiao Changling's heart like this.

"Jiro."

Xiao Changling was still intoxicated, deeply intoxicated, unable to extricate himself; The prince in white, who couldn't help himself, slowly walked up to the girl in the yellow shirt, grabbed her slender waist, and softly took her into his arms, and the two hugged each other tightly and kissed affectionately.

"Wan'er ......"

The warm breeze swept away the waves, Xiao Changling gently hugged Xie Wanxin, and on her bright forehead, a mark of love was imprinted, and it was forever branded in her heart, and it will never linger.

……

The moon is like practice, and the moon is bright, and the edge is the shadow of young boys and girls.