Chapter 210 Above the long volume, draw the next year

If you want to go to Muhui Building, you can't forget to take a few pots of ** wine with Zhao Bo, the stewman.

When Uncle Zhao saw that he was the son of the king of Chu who was told by the head of the family, the Duke of the country, to enter and leave freely. He and his fifth mother, who could have been able to "run the road" in the state mansion, was very amiable. He also saw the wine bottle held by the maid behind the scenery. He became enthusiastic from his heart. He personally led a few little men and went in to put the lamp. He lit up and ordered to boil water to cook tea, but he was stopped by Yu Yu and only asked people to prepare the clear spring water to make tea.

"Brother Yuan also carries good tea with him?" Yujing asked with a smile as she followed Yu Yu around the wooden ladder.

A few candle lamps in front of the ladder window naturally cannot make this spacious space bright. The tall bookshelf standing upright in the attic hinders the moonlight. In the huge quiet space, only the slight footsteps of the two people, surrounded by the occasional corner of candles, but did not make the beautiful scenery feel a gloomy and horrible atmosphere. .

Maybe it's because he is too familiar with Mu Huilou, or maybe it's because he knows him at this time.

Yu Wei smiled gently and did not answer Yijing's question until the fifth floor of the pavilion.

Compared with the bottom, the distance between this layer of bookshelves is wider.

Yijing was a little stunned and looked at Yu Yu holding a candle. He took out the tea stove and the pot from the side of the red sandalwood cabinet very familiarly. The fire led the lamp oil. When he poured the spring water sent by the little guys into the pot, followed by the igniting the tea stove, he took out a bamboo tube from the cabinet and pulled out the tea leaves.

Yu Yu raised his eyes, looked at the stunned appearance, and smiled gently: "The fifth sister doesn't know. Because of the permission of the Duke of Wei, I often come to Muhui Building, so I prepared some tea early."

So it is...

"I still remember the first time I saw my brother, right here." Yijing remembered that last midsummer, Qionghua was the right season. She had just woken up in Cardamom. She was not ready to meet him again, but she suddenly met in Muhui Building.

That day, he also sat under this window, quietly holding the scroll.

When recalling the mood at that time, Yijing suddenly felt stunned.

At first, she didn't expect that they would have such a time, bathed in the moonlight candlelight, sit opposite the desk, and make tea and talk.

I always thought that I was shameless and didn't even dare to face the eyes he looked at me, but since when, I got used to being alone with him and enjoyed it.

A moment of silence, no words, only the sound of water holding the pot, gradually boiling on the fire.

It was not until the tea unfolded in the clear water and contained a green color that Yu said, "That's not the first time I've seen you."

The green soup in his hand rippled, and the beautiful scenery raised his eyes in the thin white smoke and looked at the teenager opposite. Half of his face was stained with moonlight, and half of his face was warmed by candles.

"It's not too clear that you were still a child at that time." The teenager half leaned against the chair and looked this way, but seemed to wipe the girl's hair and left without condensed at a certain distance: "It should be less than five years old. He only knows how to run around behind Yu Zhou."

At that time, he was still ill and had not been able to find the Qinggu. At a weak age, his soul had experienced life and death, but he remembered it very clearly. At that time, the grass was growing and the warbler was flying, and the spring sun was bright. He sat on his shoulder and recognized the girl with a grass ring on her head and Yu Zhou lying in the grass to catch thunts.

He remembered that he quickly avoided his eyes, because his heart was suddenly in severe pain and his heart was full.

It should not be disturbed. It belongs to her carefree. He should not have caused her burden and trouble.

I have never expected that one day she will return.

But she came back, shouldering a heavy burden with the guilt and resentment of that life.

He never doubted that she had a harder life than him when she came back.

Maybe it's not difficult to let go of resentment, but guilt is unforgettable.

Yu Yu was stunned as she raised the tea cup in her hand, and there was a clear jump of candlelight in her eyes.

So she stretched out her hand, removed the teacup in her hand, and said with a smile, "At that time, the fifth sister was full of catching cripals, as if she was in no man. Years later, I was in Yizhou. I heard that the little girl who crawled in the grass had become a talented girl, and I felt particularly interesting."

He saw her smile like waking up from a dream.

Yingjing was a little annoyed. It turned out that he had witnessed her and Yuzhou's "two little guesses" and couldn't help complaining about her fate - if her rebirth was to make up for her debt to him, why not earlier? When he was still suffering from illness, he returned early. From then on, he accompanied him and did not let him lonely. Single years.

So the teacup in his hand fell on the case and was caught by her fingertips. The girl's palm was soft and warm, but with unquestionable strength, pulling him to fall into deeper affection.

"Brother, let's go to enjoy the moon."

Led by her to the carved railing outside the attic, you don't need to raise your eyes to see the completeness of the sky, which is exposed from the stars and clouds, clear and vivid.

She stood shoulder to shoulder at a very close distance from him and never let go of his palms.

"For some reason, it is said that Chang'e, who lives in the moon, will hold the jade rabbit today, hang on the prosperity of the world, and regret that she gave up for eternal life, but I have never seen her in the moon, and I always think that she has no regrets." Yijing sighed gently and looked hard at the shadow in the full moon. She didn't know how the world could imagine such an ruthless woman and gave her the regret of "blue sea, blue sky and night".

On his side, his eyes were gentle and his palms were tighter, but he did not answer.

On the pavilion, because of the water, you can easily see the jade disk on the clouds, and the Chanjuan in the water. The moonlight surrounds the weeping willows by the embankment, drawing a graceful posture. The silk lamp hanging on the flying eaves of the pavilion by the waterfront vaguely illuminates the soft color of the hanging wall.

Further away is Kyoto Square. The lights are brilliant this night, and you can faintly see the crowd traveling with the carriages and horses.

"The riverside of Liuguang should be particularly lively today." Yu Yu secretly changed the topic and guided the beautiful scenery to look at the light in the distance below: "I heard that on a full moon night, many women will make colored lights into the running water and make a wish. Has the fifth sister ever tried it?"

Binjing leaned slightly and looked in the direction of the Flowing River.

There are no sparkling waves or moving lights in the running water.

But in my memory, she made a wish to put the lamp.

It seems that today, after four years of Yuanqing, I asked my grandmother's permission to play with my sisters to play in the Liuguang River.

What kind of wish do you have?

has been deliberately forgotten by her.

"I haven't tried it. I have to put the lamp when I have an unavoidable desire." Yijing lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the pale cyan open sleeves beside him, and his slightly knuckles gently slid through his knuckles.

"Anyway, this place is indeed very suitable for enjoying the moon. The fifth sister should have been here in previous years, right?" The teenager lowered his eyes and smiled and looked at her drooping eyelids. The same moonlight surrounded the two people made this situation so beautiful.

"There was a year quietly following my grandmother." Yijing thought of many years ago and was a little sad: "At that time, my grandfather was still alive. When they arrived, they came hand in hand. I hadn't slept yet, and I followed him with a moment of curiosity."

I remember to hide behind the bookshelf, listen to my grandfather and grandmother whisper, and unconsciously fall asleep against the bookshelf.

"As a result, I woke up the next day and returned to the bed. It seems that I was found." Thinking of the "embrage" in his childhood, Yijing sighed: "After my grandfather's death, my grandmother has never been to Muhui Tower again."

The topic is a little heavy anyway.

Yu Yu was quite helpless. After ponding a little, he said, "I have something I have wanted to do for a long time. Can my fifth sister complete it today?"

Yi Jing nod, and then felt that the palm of his hand was empty, and his eyelids were covered by his palms and fell into darkness.

"This is in the government. Jingzhi is familiar with the fifth sister and doesn't need to look at it again, so just give me a moment to remember it and record it together in pen and ink later." He whispered in her ear.

When he is in the same case, this is indeed what he has long wanted to accomplish.

The darkness and the freshness of his body made her inexplicably secure.

But suddenly felt warm in his ear, and it was he who said again: "The fifth sister actually agreed to the third highness's request?"

Yi Jing was stunned and coughed lightly: "Didn't Brother Yuan expect it? Otherwise, how could Ah Qing ask for help?"

"I was guessing, but I felt bored when I learned that it was true."

But in his voice, there is clearly a sense of narrowness.

Bing quit: "Brother Yuan, I was blackmailed by the Third Highness. Not only did you not sympathize, but you also had a happy disaster."

"Why tell the truth to your elders today?" "Question" with a smile.

In fact, he can think of her "concy". Since he acted, he must meet the third prince to inform him of the progress. Yijing and the elders said bluntly that he did not want to give the third prince an excuse to meet in private.

But even if he knew it, he was still not very secure.

"I have been 'recognized' by my third aunt, and it's not safe to hide it from the elders in my family." The Jingjing's attitude is very sincere.

"Anyway, don't take risks." He said this and let go of his palms.

There was a brief blur in the sight, and before it was completely clear, the beautiful scenery was half pushed into the attic. Seeing that he found the brush and inkstone very familiarly, he picked out a blank scroll, moved the lamp to change the lamp, and spread paper and ink.

Everything is ready to write and draw.

A lake gradually shines in the blank space, and the shallow shadow folds out, but it is not a weeping willow, so that the scenery stands in writing. For a moment, I don't know where this is.

On the side of Yu Yu, the lamp shadow reflected a light smile, but he saw his horizontal pen stained, and the black leaf floating water. Suddenly, the pen stood up, and the lotus flower was leaping.

I also saw the Tibetan front pen, two shoulder-to-shoulder arch bridges, jumping on the lake.

Bingjing suddenly - this is not a mirror pool, it is clearly Guan Suiyuan.

Sure enough, Yu's pen and ink are everywhere, and it is a flowerless Meilin.

Although she felt "unjust" in her heart, beautiful scenery did not show any objection. She is also very familiar with the scenery of Guan Suiyuan.

So at the other end of the scroll, they also began to move the pen. Half of the lake, half of the Merlin, half of the corridor, and the platform fake stone on the east side gradually outlined.

The thick ink hooked out the hall under the shade of the plum tree, with flying eaves and jade columns.

Light ink paints the shadow of trees on the gray wall, gently changing the moonlight.

The two silent and focused people sometimes looked at each other and smiled intently.

The silver candle on the seat is getting shorter, and the night outside the window is still dark.

The painting has been completed, and the beautiful scenery is about to put the pen, but Yu Yu picked out a fine hero from the pen holder, containing wet ink, outlining the beautiful figure of the woman by the lake, without her eyebrows, only her clothes.

In the lake, it was painted an intimate reflection of the two people standing side by side, and then wrote down their eyes and their blue sleeves drooped slightly.

Yijing was a little stunned, looking at the half-curled corners of his lips and the infed eyes, which was not clear.

Without hesitation, he drew his figure beside the woman, holding hands side by side.

The last closing is in a happy mood.

Then she saw him put his pen away, took a step closer and took her into his arms.

"But I hope this is the situation in the coming year."

She heard him whisper in her ear, and the next moment, she fell a kiss, light or heavy, but stayed in her temples for a long time.