Chapter 26 Jinbi

Lan Sheng didn't know what she meant. For a moment, her smile froze and thought for a moment before saying, "That's not old. It's the heart is frozen, and it's not the time for spring flowers to bloom. You will meet someone, approach him, like him, fall in love with him, and then bloom in your heart, and then you won't feel old. Life always has to experience all kinds of emotions, from intensity to precipitation. If you miss something, there is no way to talk about getting old.

She thought silently, and as expected, this was right. She went smoothly from landing to the funeral. Although she encountered her fiance's early death, it did not cause much harm to her. It's just a new life in a different environment, and it's still a maidservant. The forced extracting of the so-called sadness has become a worry for a new poem.

She leaned against the Weizi and smiled, "There is a Zen machine in Lan's uncle's words, and Nuan'er has benefited a lot!"

When Lan Sheng heard what she called him, he almost spit out a mouthful of blood and waved his hand hurriedly, "Don't call me uncle. How can I be so old! I'll take you as a friend, and you call me uncle, isn't it to refute my face!"

Bu Nuan said, "The generation is still important."

Lan Sheng doesn't think so. "The generation is not so important. I've seen my grandson with white hair and my grandfather in his hand. The serious relatives in the clan are already a headache. Why do you have to talk about it seriously?

A magnificent flower bloomed on the cloth's warm cheek. "I think it's also very nice for my grandmother to call me uncle Lan."

"Is it beautiful?" Lan Sheng stroked his forehead awkwardly and said with great difficulty. "Then call your uncle in front of the old lady and be casual with the old lady behind your back!"

The cloth warmly lowered his head, and his snow-white face was hidden in the shade under the cover, lined with a scarlet mast, like a jade carved beauty. Lan Sheng looked carefully. Today, she wore a beard dress, with a narrow and tight body, Guo Luo's belt around her waist and leather boots on her feet, which was quite sasumpy.

It's really impeccable. Everything he wears is eye-catching, and his hands and feet make him feel broken. Even if you lower your head like this, it has a unique charm.

He tended to get married. "This year, the palace was rewarded with palace clothes, which were made of fine cloth by the female officials. There are no young ladies in my family. How about giving it to you?"

She was stunned, "Gre me? Can the gifts in the palace be given to others at will?

It didn't work, but this time is an exception. I don't know whose idea it was this year. In the past, the emperor "convinced and played to congratulate each other", and the exchanges were just flying white holding fans, and the gifts were only limited to men's clothing, etc., never inexplicably made a set of women's clothing like this year. He inquired, but all the courtiers who had never been married had a share. The emperor has always had the leisure of flowers and snow, and the gift of such a gift is nothing more than urging you to get married as soon as possible.

Good fate...is't it on the side! No one is more suitable than her!

"I said I can do it. Just accept it. I thank you for giving me a reward." He pulled out a burden from behind the chair and stuffed it into her hand, and his heart was full of natural happiness. "There is also tolerance, but he must give it to Zhixian. Mine... No one is blessed. I'm the most at ease when I give it to you."

The warm fingers of the cloth are close to the burden, and the soft and glutinous skin reflects the eight three flying satin patterns of stone cyan, which are weak and easy to fold like flowers. He looked at it and felt warm in his heart. After 24 years of living, he is not spotless. He has also loved it. Maybe he has been full of holes, but he has an intuition that this time he can simply stay away from the entanglement of fame and fortune, and strive for and get it like an ordinary person. Bu Nuan has the tranquility he yearns for. He is like a drowning person trapped in the noise and in urgent need of redemption. She has the power to save, comfort and cleanse his restless soul.

He smiled and the past is over. He likes her with just a glance.

Bu Nuan is also aware of it. Although she is self-contained, she is not dull. Uncle's palace clothes are for Zhixian. What does it mean when he gives it to himself? Lan Sheng's eyes stayed on her, and a pool of water flowed quietly. She is a little uncomfortable, but she is not disgusted. Not long after I met him, I knew that he was extremely happy. When I looked at him, he was sincere, as if he were a person who could make people clear at a glance. It's just that she hasn't experienced those. Except for the figure that disappeared before taking a closer look on the street last time, she hasn't even experienced what a thrilling feeling is.

"I can't take it." She returned the burden and said, "You keep it. There will always be sisters in the family in the future. Give it to them then!"

Young girls are usually a little confused when they meet a man who is interested in her. She turned her face, and the afternoon sun was dizzying. There was a layer of sticky/greasy sweat on her back. She leaned forward slightly, and the cool breeze flowed by, sweeping away the heavy air. She doesn't want to think and has no desire to explore. Bells were hung at the four corners of the shed, facing the sound of the wind. She looked up and saw that, unlike the iron horse in the corners of ordinary people's eaves, this is bronze, and the bowl-sized clock is engraved with Sanskrit. A miniature horizontal knife drooped, the body was bumpy, and the handle collided with the wall clock, making a crisp sound all the way.

Lan Sheng stared down at the burden. He used to get along with women, either in the courtyard or a famous family, and no one would refute his face. Now she didn't want his things. He knew that she was different from them, but he still couldn't help being disappointed. Then he turned from disappointment to depression, and he threw out the burden in anger.

Bu Nuan didn't expect him to be so rash. He was shocked and said, "What are you doing?"

Although Lan Sheng still smiled on his face, his eyes were as cold as a pool. "Since you don't want it, it's useless to keep it. It's better to throw it away."

Bu Nuan ignored him, quickly stopped the chariot, jumped down and ran back, searched along the road for a long time, and found the burden in the grass on the roadside.

This man's temper is really strange, saying that wind is rain, which is very different from what she imagined. She patted the piecemeal soil, secretly, and threw away the good imperial gifts. Not to mention that she was afraid of the court, she lived at home. Even if she was rich, she could not spoil things!

Lan Sheng saw her pouted and came, roasting under the poisonous sun, and a fine sweat came out of her forehead. His conscience suddenly became uneasy, and his first breath disappeared in an hour.

He greeted him and said, "Throw it away, and go back to pick up what!"

Bu Nuan saw that he was as tall as pine and cypress, but he didn't expect that he would have such a childlike mind.

"I know you are an emperor's relative. What awards have you received in the court? Turn your head and it will reach the ears of your father-in-law." She sighed, "If the two adults ask, how can you reply? In case there is something good or bad again, won't I become a sinner!"

He scratched his scalp with the handle of the fan, "It's hard for you to think about it well. I didn't care about it for a while. I almost did something wrong, and it even made you ashamed. I can't stand you!" He glanced at the bag and asked, "This palace coat... If you don't want it? If you don't want it, I have to throw it away!"

Pick it up and throw it out. What's his calculation! Bu Nuan was dumbfounded by his words and thought for a moment, "If you don't take it back, it will be difficult to tell if the old lady in the house inquires where to go."

Lan Sheng hit a fan without a match, and his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, and swallowed it back. After a long time, he said, "Didn't you call me uncle? It's nothing to give it to you. The old lady asked. It can also be handed over."

Bu Nuan grasped the bag's fingers tightly and slowly got into the car. Yuanfu walked forward again and saw the three seal letters shining in the sun in the distance, and the wine flags in the courtyard gate were hunting, which was shockingly red.

"So, thank you, Uncle Lan." She smiled and showed a shallow smile.

Lan Sheng seemed to be satisfied, untied the burden with great interest, shook out a string of contacts and handed it to her, "This is a reward from the queen. It is given to the relatives of the two clans alone, and there is no tolerance."

Bu Nuan took over and took a look. The cocoon was made of corals, with a pleasant color and a bright texture. There is a Buddha's head and a back cloud on the chain, with a long-life lock falling under it. The workmanship is extremely exquisite, permeating a kind of disturbing publicity.

She was a little embarrassed. She just fell down her clothes and took such amazing jewelry for no reason and let the elders of the family know it. Because he said, "It's too precious to accept the warmth."

Lan Sheng closed the folding fan and smiled, "Then you keep your clothes, and this will make it even if you throw it away." With that, he raised his hand and threw it out.

Bu Nuan was horrified again. Barb grabbed his hand and sighed, "This is not a matter of one or two big money. How can you do it? At least show mercy!"

He looked at her with a smile, "If you don't want it?"

She nodded her fate, "I want, I want."

A smile spread on his face, "It should have been like this. It's not a small household with shallow eyelids. This thing still spied you!"

"That's not what I said." She stroked the back cloud carved into Maitreya Buddha, "It's always lacking to take people's things. If there is any difficulty, you can't afford to speak."

Lan Sheng was obviously stunned, "What are you afraid of?" After saying that, he reluctantly smiled and said, "I won't be so unbearable. If I give you this little thing, I will turn around and ask you for something."

Bu Nuan wanted him not to be careless. In a blink of an eye, he had arrived at the gate of Yanjiaofang, and he had to swallow his words back.

Yanjiaofang belongs to Pingkangfang. Although it is full of songs and scenery, it is much more serious than the **mi of other courtyards.

The dancers on the stage wear fresh clothes, lotus under their feet, jewelry full of gems rattling with the pace, the fat-like skin at the waist swings, and is as soft as a snake.

Bu Nuan stood under the stage and looked up for a while, and the music of silk bamboo orchestra rippled like smoke. The running hall came up with a warm greeting. When he saw Lan Sheng, he seemed to see his own father, arranged a seat for them, served rice wine and snacks, and was very attentive.

"Can you pay attention to the governor?" Lan Sheng sucked the fruit soup and asked, at least it was front and back. A large group of officials were present, and it was not good to hum or lack the table.

He bowed to the hall and pointed to the back hall and said, "There is a meeting of Bai Yunu today, and the Langjuns all went to the back. If the general wants to go, the villain will show you the way, just a wife..."