Chapter 36 The past is like smoke

The green mountains are clear, the snow is melting, the fog is gradually dissipating, the sun sweeps away a haze, and the misty smoke slowly rises from the flowers and trees.

The candle lit in the room has long been embarrassed and has lost its flame, leaving a little wax dripping all over the floor. Maybe he hasn't slept all night. The man sitting in front of the tent put down the scroll in his hand and walked towards the bright place. He pushed the window with one hand and reached out of the window with the other hand to stroke the snow on the window eaves.

It happened to be a corner of winter scenery. The rain and snow pressed the plum branches, and there was a thick layer of cotton-like ice and snow on the ground. Not far away, the well cover was not covered, but there was also a snow cover.

The man's eyes were full of fatigue, sighed heavily, and closed the window. The room immediately darkened again. He went to the embroidery account and stood for a while, looking at the woman in the account. His pale face was a little stronger than the snow outside the house.

It took a long time, and even he didn't know how long it was. It was not until the room could not see the sight clearly that the broken candle in the room was lit again by him. The candlelight swayed a faint light through her face, hair and eyelashes, but the jumping candlelight still failed to wake her up, and it was still quiet.

He leaned against the head of the bed, tried to find a comfortable position to lie down, and looked sideways at her. His sight went from clear to hazy, which was just a blink of an eye. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Every time it's like this, Brother Seven, why do you always let her go?"

"She's a girl. Tang Xiao, you're a boy. You can't do this."

"Brother Ziran is the best. Red silk must be your bride when you grow up."

"Well, my seventh brother won't marry a shrew like you."

"How's it going! How about it?" The red silk put his hands on his waist and looked like a tough woman. "Believe it or not, Miss Ben will make your face bloom."

Tang Xiao snorted coldly, "Wait. Even if my seventh brother marries you in the future, he will have to torture you!"

Tang Ziran patted his brother on the shoulder. "It was more than a year ago, and it should be forgotten."

Red silk blinked her eyes and looked at Tang Ziran. "Brother Ziran is so right. Isn't it that he accidentally broke his pottery pot before? Unexpectedly, he can still hold a grudge until now. My father said that a man can bend and stretch, regardless of trifles. I look at Tang Xiao, who is not very man."

Tang Xiao stared at her fiercely, "Then what do you think I am? What do you know as a woman!" He heard this from Emperor Gao, and every time his father couldn't say his concubines, he would bring it out.

The red silk stood out from behind Tang Ziran, and said in a tender tone, "I don't know much, but it's better than you, a boy or a woman." Tang Qin told himself that if she couldn't say anything about her ninth brother, she would choke him with this sentence, and he dared not refute it.

Red silk still has some concerns. After all, if someone says that she is a girl and a man, she can't be happy. But now when she sees Tang Xiao's face, which is getting darker and darker, red silk thinks that this is really useful. In the future, Tang Xiao dares to argue with her again. With this, he is a paper tiger.

Tang Ziran coughed dryly and said kindly, "Red silk, you can't say that in the future."

Red silk smiled innocently and asked, "Why? Isn't it good for boys and girls?" This has embarrassed Tang Ziran for a long time. If he knew that the five-year-old little Douding in those years was knowingly asked, he didn't know how to feel.

One by one by one by one

"Red silk, today is your birthday. Do you have any wishes?" Every year today, Tang Ziran always asks the women around him this question.

"Guess." The girl blinked her eyes cunningly.

"Is't it just for you to draw a picture for her?" Tang Qin stood up impatiently from the side. It's this routine every year. These two people don't know that they are tired of it. Even if they are not tired of it, they have to worry about other people's feelings.

Tang Ziran smiled refreshingly, picked up the brush and described it. When the pen was walking the dragon and snake, a girl's boating lake had already appeared in front of everyone.

That night, she secretly ran out of the house. The two made an appointment to go to Xiaoxiang Lake for one night, and then it was the agreement not to make another woman.

That night, everyone only marveled at Tang Ziran's superb painting skills. No one noticed that there was a woman staring at the painting man with red cheeks.

One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one

"Brother Ziran, where are you, brother Ziran?" Tang Ziran said that she drank too much wine and felt a little uncomfortable. She wanted to go out for a walk, but after a long time, he didn't come back. The red silk couldn't wait. Tang Qin and others, who celebrated her birthday, went to the garden.

The weather in November is really cold. He only wore a thin shirt and didn't know if it was frozen. He was in a hurry to come out and forgot to put on a coat, but she didn't care so much. She only thought about that man, the man named Tang Ziran.

However, why? He held a woman in his arms. No, she must have read it wrong. She told herself that she must have drunk too much wine and had an illusion. How could Tang Ziran hold another woman? And the woman was still charming. It was impossible. She stared at a piece of blood jade pinned to the man's waist. No Looking at them with confidence, he strode forward with indignation and asked, "What are you two doing?" It's not that she hasn't read this kind of scene in a small book, but how can such a ridiculous joke happen to herself?

The woman in the man's face was as usual and the woman in his arms pretended to be afraid and leaned more on him. The red silk was so angry that she bumped into such a scene when she should be the happiest. If she didn't sit down and think about it again, she vented the anger in her heart on Nie Mei and dragged her out of Tang Ziran's arms. After throwing her strength into the lake, she smiled coldly, "You deserve it."

"Help, help." Seeing the end of this whole set of movements, he looked at the back of the faraway woman. In addition to surprise, there was some contempt in his eyes. It was not until he heard the weak cry of the woman in the water that he jumped into the water and fished up the unknown woman. Later, he knew that the woman who fell into the water was named Nie Mei, Nie Yan's youngest daughter, a maid. Raw.

Perhaps it was the maid who touched him. He began to pay more attention to this woman named Nie Mei. After that night, he left a jade card for her. What do she need in the future? As long as she comes to the house to find him with this jade card, she will definitely help him.

To his surprise, the woman did not ask for anything. He thought that the officials raised in the deep house were unruly and capricious. They were always dreaming of dreaming of the stars in the sky. Even Nie Mei would not be an exception, but when Nie Mei took the jade card and returned it to herself, he was ashamed. It was himself. Seeing that people are too extreme, Nie Mei said to him that if the prince is willing to make friends with Meier, Meier will have nothing else to ask for.