Chapter XII

The silver glow was all over the ground, and the long case was a mess in front of it.

The tea was boiling hot, wetting a large area of robes and shirts, of different shades.

Yue Xu stepped forward in a panic, his face full of nervousness: "-Master! ”

The wind is cold, the water pavilion stands in the middle of the lake, it is the cold winter at this time, and the white lake is frozen on the surface, invading the muscles and bones.

The tea stove was still boiling hot water, and a bubbling white mist was pouring up from the mouth of the pot.

Shen Yan's face was ugly, he stroked his forehead with one hand, only to feel dizzy, and heard Song Lingzhi call his Royal Highness for a while, and heard her call his husband for a while.

"Master!" Yue Xu stepped forward on his knees, his fingers did not catch Shen Yan's pulse, and the man behind the case had already opened his eyes.

The ruthless eyes were as dark as a deep pool, and Shen Yan held the lacquered wood tea case with one hand, and his face was grim: "Go and investigate." ”

He wants to take a look at Song Lingzhi's cooking skills...... Where did it come from.

……

The snow is as big as a seat, the Linyue Pavilion has the lamp early, the color ivory carving cloud crane pattern begonia lantern hangs under the eaves, the light and shadow are dim, and it is reflected in the house.

After taking the medicine before, the yellow croaker soup sent by He Ming was naturally put aside for the time being.

At dinner time, Bai Zhifang personally brought it to the kitchen and reheated it.

The yellow croaker was caught from the river this morning, and it was delicious and delicious.

Bai Zhiwaner, she is kind, and she is Song Lingzhi's personal maid, so others are naturally willing to talk to her.

Bai Zhi whispered: "The slave maid heard from the kitchen that Gongzi He learned this craft for Mrs. He." A few days ago, Mrs. He was not in good health, and he also went to the tea room in person. ”

Qiu Yan entered the house with a lacquered wooden tea tray, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen anyone before, and the slave maid is worried that Gongzi He is not worthy of a girl and cannot be an aunt in our house." Now look at this appearance and character, but it is...... Wei Ziyuan, what are you stepping on my feet for? ”

Wei Ziyuan's face was expressionless, his eyes moved away from Qiu Yan, and he looked straight ahead.

He has always been withdrawn, and he can only care about Song Lingzhi's affairs. Qiu Yan didn't reason with him, only laughed with Song Lingzhi.

Song Lingzhi's left hand is inconvenient, and the meals sent from the kitchen are becoming more and more refined.

Bai Zhi knelt on the footstool and waited for Song Lingzhi to eat.

Hearing Qiu Yan's banter, Song Lingzhi glanced at people with a smile: "If you want to get married, I will give my grandmother tomorrow and prepare a thick dowry for you." ”

Qiu Yan's cheeks were hot, and she covered her face and said urgently: "Girl! ”

Song Lingzhi ignored her and only lowered his head to drink the soup. Her left hand was inconvenient, so she only lazily leaned on the green satin pillow and let Bai Zhi serve her meal.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes and looked at Wei Ziyuan's undisguised gaze, Song Lingzhi bent his eyes: "Why are you looking at me like this?" ”

Wei Ziyuan's eyelashes drooped, and Fang wrote on the paper: He is an uncle?

Song Lingzhi coughed two or three times in a row, almost choking, she wiped it lightly with a towel handkerchief: "Don't listen to their nonsense, it's just a joke when I was a child." ”

The two families did not exchange Geng posts, and Mrs. Song had also privately looked for herself, if Song Lingzhi did not like He Ming, this family business would be stopped.

Wei Ziyuan bowed and retreated to the side, silent.

Song Lingzhi was curious: "Why do you also care about this kind of thing?" ”

Wei Ziyuan lowered his eyebrows: The girl's reputation is important......

Before she could finish her words, Qiu Yan covered her mouth and laughed: "Now that you follow the shopkeeper, you have also learned to be old-fashioned and stubborn." You just stepped on my foot, won't you be angry that I mentioned the word 'uncle' and ruined the girl's reputation? ”

Wei Ziyuan tilted his head and only stared at the words on the paper.

Meaningful.

The room is full of warmth like spring.

As the night deepened, Bai Zhi took the candle scissors and cut the lanterns, and moved the lamps to wait for Song Lingzhi to sleep.

The green gauze curtain hangs low, and the bamboo shadow outside the window reflects the color of snow.

Earlier, I didn't think that this would lie on the gold-lacquered wood carved Arhat bed, but Song Lingzhi felt that his arm hurt badly, like a burning fire.

The wind outside the courtyard was loud, Song Lingzhi took a closer look, and the back of his hand, which was like white jade in the past, was hot and foaming at this time, which was shocking.

The partial doctor also explained that he could not break the hot bubble for the time being, and could only recuperate.

Tossing and turning, no sleepiness. In desperation, Song Lingzhi had to get up and paced lightly behind the bookcase.

The candlelight of the candle holds up the bright color in the half.

The case is covered with snow wave paper with ink support, and there is also a pen, ink and paper inkstone.

In his previous life in the palace, Song Lingzhi really worked hard to please Shen Yan.

Hearing that Shen Yan was a good Danqing, Song Lingzhi found a famous teacher and studied hard day and night. She was the most impatient person in the past, but she insisted on this for a long time.

The whole twelve screens are from the hands of Song Lingzhi, and the birds painted on them are vivid, the little finches are delicate, and the two eyes are round like black beans, as if they want to break free from the screen. There were hundreds of men, women, and children, all of whom were in different postures, happy or happy, and their clothes were wrinkled and delicate.

The gentleman who taught Song Lingzhi to paint was also praised, and the future was terrifying.

However, the twelve screens that cost Song Lingzhi more than half a year were not given away as Shen Yan's birthday gift.

That night, the moon shadow crossed the window, the courtyard was full of flowers, and the incense crumbs were all over the ground.

As long as Song Lingzhi sat in the room, the salute in the courtyard next door rang off.

That night, Shen Yan welcomed Miss Yun into the door.

……

The hot bubble on the back of his hand ached faintly, and his thoughts returned, Song Lingzhi stabilized his mind, and his eyes swept lightly over the paint.

I was thinking about painting to distract my mind, so that I wouldn't think about the hot bubbles on the back of my hand, but now Song Lingzhi had other ideas.

Grandmother's thousand years have not passed, it is better to paint a picture for her grandmother, so as to have your own filial piety.

The quiet room is secluded, and the lacquered gold pastel on the painting case is full of green smoke from the flower-patterned incense burner.

The night was long, and the bell came from afar, and it was already the fourth watch.

The curtain was loosened, and Song Lingzhi fell asleep on the pillow.

In the corner where no one is paying attention, the flower window is propped up, and the black shadow jumps into the warm pavilion.

The cold wind blows, and the unfinished paintings on the case swing into a corner, and then disappear into the night.

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"It's ...... What did she paint? ”

Shen Yan still lives in the West Garden, and the magnolia in the garden is surrounded by snow.

There was only one horned oval copper lamp in the room, and the light and shadow were dim.

Shen Yan was dressed in a moon-white treasure pattern robe, his fingers were slender like green bamboo, he lowered his eyes, and his gaze swept lightly over Song Lingzhi's paintings.

Although there are only a few strokes, it is full of charm.

The person painted in the painting should be the old lady Song at the Qianqiu banquet. The house is full of beads and greenery, and the rings are tinkling.

Thinking about coming in a hurry tonight, Song Lingzhi only had time to paint a corner of the banquet.

Shen Yan snorted lightly: "The queen mother has a heart. ”

Knowing that he was so danqing, he specially looked for such a person to come over. The characters on Xuelang's paper are smart, even the folds on the maid's dress......

Steep, gray in front of you.

Shen Yan stroked his forehead with one hand, only to feel a severe headache, and his ears were in a trance, as if he remembered Song Lingzhi's voice again.

"Your Highness, do you still like this screen?"

The screen only flashed in his mind, and Shen Yan only remembered that the women's earrings painted on it were small, and the dress was complex and delicate, which was similar to the one in front of him.

Yue Xu was anxious: "Master! ”

Shen Yan stabilized his body: "It's okay." ”

The green jade wrench is pinched in the palm of the hand, and the conspicuous red mark is drawn.

Shen Yan's eyes were dark, the shadow of the candle jumped on his eyebrows, his finger bones lightly touched the snow wave paper, and Shen Yan suddenly whispered: "I remember...... Song Hanyuan's sea paperwork is about to come down. ”

Yue Xu was respectful: "Yes." ”

Outside the window, the snow fell silently, quietly whispering.

The green jade wrench had already been taken off from Shen Yan's hand, and the man's fingertips gently stroked it on the wrench.

Yue Xu raised his eyes, unintentionally catching a glimpse of this scene, and shuddered.

The last time he saw the same expression on Shen Yan's face, it was on the eve of the military department's hanging.

The same looks, the same movements.

And this time Shen Yan asked...... Song Hanyuan.