035 Qiaoshu Tiancheng

When my mind moved, is it possible that people really have a previous life. This person is Ling Su's previous life, and he traveled here to continue the fate that had not been lost due to mistakes?

She was immediately excited and her heart beat faster, and even Bitong's arm vibrated slightly.

Bitong realized that her existence was a little redundant, but she did not dare to avoid it. She vaguely felt that the wind direction of Chengfu had changed, otherwise how could Ling Su appear here so easily?

It is also true that it is always disgroneous for a girl to be retired, and the only remedy is to get married as soon as possible. Although the girl has been famous before, because of this, even if a person with some status wants to marry, it is due to her face. Moreover, even if she is married, it is just a continuation or a side room, which is not suitable for Chengfu. If you want to be in the main room, you can only choose the lowest family, but you are not reconciled. There are always such disappointments. Such a low or high is difficult to be left and right. Ling Su is twenty-five, but he has never married. Who can say that he is not doing this because he cares about girls? Although he is still unworthy, he is innocent and talented, and is praised by the public. Now it is stable and important, so it is the best choice. Not to mention the master, even she feels that Ling Su looks more and more pleasing to her.

"Girl, you have been standing for so long, why don't you invite Mr. Ling to sit in the courtyard? Even if she doesn't think about Mr. Ling, the girl has to worry about her body. She has just recovered from her illness and can't stand it.

Hearing this, Ling Su raised his eyes and looked carefully at Cheng Xueyan's expression, and the concern in his eyes was full of words.

Bitong said in her heart that there is a door!

So the three moved to the hospital.

Men in the house can't easily enter the inner courtyard of the boudoir, let alone foreigners? And leading Ling Su to the small seat in the courtyard is undoubtedly to secretly convey some kind of message. Ling Su is extremely smart and will not understand.

The two of them sat down at the stone table, and Bitong quietly retreated on the pretext of preparing to treat the guests.

"How are you?"

It seemed that after a long time, Ling Su's voice floated in the light movement of the dense branches and leaves of the magnolia above his head, quiet and gentle.

Close his eyes, as if he had returned to the time and space where he had lived for 28 years, as if he had returned to his student days. At the end of the holiday, he returned from home and saw her who was thin because of missing. The first sentence was: "Are you okay?"

She doesn't know how many years have been in this period, but at this moment, the two time and space are constantly overlapping... overlapping... clear and blurred...

"You...you are..."

Ling Su hurriedly took out a veil from her sleeve and was about to wipe her tears, but she felt that it was not suitable, so she only put the veil on the table and pushed it towards her.

She picked it up and wiped her tears, and her hand suddenly stopped...

Lotus... A pair of lotus flowers, pink in the corner of the pale green veil...

He turned his mind and immediately stared at him.

He unnaturally avoided his eyes... just like his avoidance when she first discovered Ling Su and Duan Yi's affair.

At this moment, she threw the handkerchief reflexively, but Ling Su frowned at the handkerchief: "You put it away." There is no intention of taking back the veil.

My mind turned upside down and turned a thousand times in an instant.

Is the handkerchief given by another woman? Even if you come from modern times, you know what it means. He handed the veil to himself and refused to take it back. Does it prove that he has a shallow affection for the woman or just intends to be ruthless?

With a heartbeat, the tense string suddenly collapsed, but it was swept away by the broken string in an instant, and blood burst out.

Is the handkerchief given by yourself? No, it should be said that it was sent by the real Cheng Xueyan. He handed the veil to himself and refused to take it back. Does he want to say that his relationship with her stopped here? Naturally, the reason is very simple. She was retired, or more precisely, she was not perfect. In this time and space, a man's virgin complex is more modern, and he came to see her just to return this veil?

The sun is as warm as water, and the heart is as cold as ice. The rapid blood gradually solidifies, drawing ferocious traces in the heart.

But... she is not the real Cheng Xueyan!

This idea just jumped down and fell into chaos.

The veil lay between the two and slowly moved to the table under the wind. The corner embroidered with Tilian stood on the table, but finally he couldn't hold on and fell down.

Bitong saw this scene behind the curtain and was secretly anxious. In the past, Hongyan wrote letters to tell each other about lovesickness. Why did they turn into a saw-billed gourd when they met? She can understand men's scruples, but... it seems that she has to take the initiative.

She chose four kinds of snacks, chestnut cake, cinnabar round, honey and peanuts and put them on a large lotus leaf-style pastel peony pattern porcelain plate, and took plums and peaches. Last night, she decorated them with cherry water and water to see a ball of joy. Then she made two cups of almond tea and went downstairs.

The two were still silent, and the girl's eyes were straight at something. She looked over and saw that a veil had rolled to the door of the courtyard.

I guessed one or two, but I couldn't say more. I'm just glad that my preparation at this moment is really just right.

She put the tray on the table, put a cup of almond tea in front of each of them, and greeted them warmly, "Mr. Ling, you must be tired after waiting in the sun for a long time. Eat some fruit to moisten your throat. It's only the beginning of summer, and the weather is getting hot.

Ling Su looked at the plate, picked up a plum, pointed his nails and was ready to peel off the skin, but saw both of them looking at him and stopped, but took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and carefully wiped it, and took a bite.

Cheng Xueyan opened her eyes wide.

He took out another handkerchief...

This handkerchief is different from paper towels. A whole bag is put in your pocket and you can throw it away at any time. A big man actually brought two handkerchiefs... Maybe it's more than this number, which always makes her feel strange. Moreover, she almost rubbed off the plum skin so hard... His heart lit up. He just refused to take back the handkerchief. Is it...

Bitong curled her lips secretly.

The official eunuchs are proud of inviting Ling Su to be the guest, not only because of his great talent, but also because it is difficult to invite him. Every time they invite him, there will be a lot of discussion after that. Because he was too picky about the utensils for food, even if he gave him precious silver ivory chopsticks, he wiped left and right, as if there was poison on it. However, for the sake of not peeling off the plum skin and just wiping it fiercely, it can be seen that the girl's position in his heart is extraordinary.

Cheng Xueyan saw that he swallowed the plum like taking medicine, and her hand under the table couldn't help but relax.

The two were still silent, which made Bitong very difficult. She was amused without saying a word, and even felt tired, and finally couldn't help yawning.

Ling Su stood up with great interest: "I've been bothering for a long time, and I'm leaving."

Between standing up and bowing, Cheng Xueyan's heart was rippling. If she was really born in this era and met him, I'm afraid she would be moved.

Ling Su walked to the courtyard door in her clothes, and Cheng Xueyan's eyes followed him until the figure was hidden in the heavy green trees and flowers.

"What did he do here?"

Cheng Xueyan is very confused. Ling Su in his memory is always as aging as a tornado, and he should do what he thinks of immediately, such as proposing to her. There was nothing in his heart. Even if he had an affair, at the moment he realized the signs, he did not reserve it and told him clearly where he opened the room, and then directly wanted to divorce her. He was so fast that she couldn't cover her ears, and she was only stunned and didn't even have time to take a move.

But the one I just left...

"What else can I do? Of course, it's to see the girl coming..."

Bitong took a sentence casually.

Look at me? Cheng Xueyan looked at the veil that had rolled into the corner and felt a trace of strangeness in her heart.

"Girl, just wait. In less than three days, I promise he will come again. Even if someone doesn't come, someone will send a letter."

"You know him very well."

Cheng Xueyan looked at Bitong's confidence and recalled what she said, "The girl has forgotten who she will never forget him". While sighing that there was such a coincidence in the world, she also sighed that the fate was already doomed.

Bitong blushed when she was teased: "Look at what the girl is talking about. Bitong is happy for the girl. I think the girl will leave here soon..."

"Get out of here? Where are you going?"

"Why does the girl still pretend to be confused with Bitong? However, there is something that the girl may not know," Bitong's eyes were bright: "Actually, on the day of the beginning of summer, Mr. Ling came, but the girl was on the stage at that time..."

Her heart moved and asked urgently, "Can Mr. Ling play the flute?"

"Blow the flute?" Bitong didn't know why: "I only know that he can recite poems. As for the flute... Maybe I haven't learned it in the past two years..."

The butterfly that was about to fly suddenly lost its direction by the wind.

Seeing that she was a little distracted, Bitong came forward to help her back to her room: "When Mr. Ling comes next time, won't the girl ask him in person?"

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Bitong's estimation was still slightly wrong. It was not until the seventh day that someone sent a letter, but it was the little jade.

When Bitong saw her coming again, she was a little unhappy. She took the letter and sent her away.

Cheng Xueyan's letter showed that there were only two sentences on the letterhead printed with golden chrysanthemum on a white background:

"The coral on the palm can't be pitied, but it is taught to be an upper sunflower."

NND, can't you speak some human language?

When reading, the biggest headache except English is ancient Chinese. It's normal for people in this time and space to speak, but how to put it on paper...

When Bitong saw her black face, she thought that Ling Su had written something to refuse. She hurried over and looked at it. Seeing these two sentences, she couldn't help shaking her head and sighing.

"What do you see, girl?"

She had an idea, and Bitong may be used as an ancient translation.

"Alas, Mr. Ling is really pitiful. He knows that he is not worthy of a girl, and he feels sorry for himself there." Bitong slams.

This is what it means. Cheng Xueyan patted the letter on the table, and the ancients' minds were really curved, which made her head big.

"How can the girl return to Mr. Ling?"

PS: I almost forgot one thing, "The coral on the palm can't be pitied, but it is taught to be a sunny flower" from the sixth song of the poet Wu Weiye (Meicun) in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. The original text: ten pearls buy pipa, Jingutang deeply protects the gauze, and the coral on the palm can't be taught to be moved to the sun flower. Although this article is overhead, it does not reflect the life of the Qing Dynasty, so these two sentences are used here a little early, but I really can't think of a more appropriate one. In the future, there will also be problems of dynasties in poetry, including customs. In fact, each dynasty has the characteristics of each dynasty, but I have written them all together. If you like it, you can watch a lively one, O(∩_∩)O~