Qingchuan History

Chapter 633
When Gu Xinglang opened the door and came back, he saw Ruan Xueyin concentrating on the painting.

He didn't react at first, and thought that his expression didn't look like he was reading, because his eyes were completely fixed.

Then he realized that it was more like looking at a painting, and he blamed himself for not putting a picture album on the bookshelf, but it was clearly a book in her hand.

Then the distant memory suddenly drew closer, and he fully understood what kind of book it was, and blurted out:

"A long time ago."

These five characters were not fully heard, because Ruan Xueyin knew it when he opened the door and entered the room, so she raised her head at the same time, and blurted out when the other party was quickly astonished and quickly explained:

"It was unintentional."

The same five characters, the speaking speed is similar, almost overlapping, so the two of them didn't hear clearly immediately, and looked at each other for a moment, both wanting to explain.

Apparently Ruan Xueyin wanted to clarify that it wasn't because she wanted to spy on his privacy while he was away.

She also just peeped into the privacy that she shouldn't see.

Gu Xinglang couldn't think of this, so he strode over to him, and wanted to reach out to grab the book, but he didn't feel well, so he stood still with both hands down, very solemnly:

"Entered the Turning the Waves Palace at the age of 14, and brought all the clothes here. This book hadn't been written yet," he coughed, "it's also in the middle."

At that time, I still thought about it, so naturally I didn’t forget to take it with me.

And the first person in life who loves you, how can you not keep things as thoughts.Only because my first one is him, and there will be no others, this layer of experience is missing.

Cause and effect were straightened out in an instant, Ruan Xueyin felt very reasonable.

But Gu Xinglang didn't stop, chattering continued:

"I started to collect it when I was about 12 years old. I read a poem outside of schoolwork, and I thought it was not bad. The number of times was more, and the book could be written casually, and I became obedient and followed suit. When I was fifteen or sixteen years old, there were already many It can be made into a book."

There is this book.

"The painting is when she was 12 years old, on her birthday, the queen mother gave peacock feathers as a gift, and the picture was on the day of the birthday banquet. It is in the garden of Xiangfu."

It should be extremely beautiful, so I can't forget it, and I painted it carefully after returning to the palace.

Gu Xinglang didn't know how to say it, but Ruan Xueyin loved it smoothly.

"After the painting was finished, I put it in the pile of papers. Later, when the poems and poems were made into a book, I asked if I wanted to include the paintings too. I thought the size of the papers was not suitable, and it was neither fish nor fowl, and it was inconvenient—"

It is not convenient to take it out at any time.Or take it with you when you go out.

Ruan Xueyin somehow felt that was what he meant.

And Gu Xinglang was like an ant on a hot pot, he deeply felt that he would make mistakes if he said too much, and he was not sincere enough if he didn't speak clearly.

"In short, just, as you can see now. It's been a long time since you took it out. After you came, no, you didn't take it out a year before you came. At that time, I didn't get along with her very well. You know."

Because it was not right to say more or less, he became more and more incoherent. After he finished speaking, he still felt that it was not right, so he said:

"Later, I really couldn't remember having this book. If I have free time every day, I just miss you. You come and go, and you go back and forth. It's not enough to torture me. How can I still remember these old wines. I forgot, so I didn’t deal with it.” Saying this, he finally stretched out his hand,

"If you don't like it, deal with it."

Ruan Xueyin didn't mean that, but Gu Xinglang's face——

It's too rare to choose every word carefully, and it's too rare to be teased. I'm sorry for the bullying I suffered in the past.

"What are you going to do with it?"

She smiled, sincere and inexplicably cunning, which made him puzzled.

"How do you want to deal with it?"

That look and tone is what you want to do with it.

But Ruan Xueyin didn't know why, if she could choose, she would naturally not deal with it, and put it back in Yunyun's book or put it in a dusty box——

What most people would do with a past that wasn't tragic.

Dusty objects are like dusty memories.

The dusty section belongs to the life at that time.

There is no reason to throw away a certain period of life.Throwing away objects can't throw away memories, so there is no need to compete in form, it's usually just letting go.And at this moment, he chose this way just to make her feel comfortable.

This is enough.

She reaches out.

Gu Xinglang was slightly taken aback, and handed it to her.

"I hope, go back and forth from wherever." Ruan Xueyin spotted the gap, and put the book in place.The thin volume instantly merged with the side poetry dictionary and the whole ebony shelf, Gu Xinglang's childhood and life.

"You don't have to." He said softly, unexpectedly but not unexpectedly.

"It's fine to draw a good poem, but it's a pity to throw it away and burn it." Ruan Xueyin turned around and replied with a smile, "If I have something similar, someday you see it, and I won't throw it away and burn it because of your displeasure."

Gu Xinglang immediately woke up, "Your similarity, where is it?"

Ruan Xueyin fluttered, raised her head and opened her eyes to look for it on the shelf, and saw the white jade box containing the invincible epiphyllum from a very high place, "Isn't that what it is? You have no chance, and you can only be discovered by others in the future, come to make trouble with me, force me Throw."

Gu Xinglang reflected on the logic of this statement for a moment, and grabbed her, "It's mine, who dares to throw it away?"

Ruan Xueyin also reflected that this metaphor was wrong. After thinking about it, she pointed to the lotus on her neck, and then shook her hand to shake the light red spar on her wrist, "These. keep it."

He looked at her for a while.

"You don't have a chance either. I told you, this lotus can't be picked off."

Just like what he said in the past, small things that fit close to the body, as time goes by, gradually become used to it like the skin itself.The suet jade is white and smooth, and after being raised by others, it is even more radiant and warm. Sometimes Gu Xinglang can't help but suck it after studying it, it's full of her taste.

Thinking like this, my heart itches, and I haven't moved for a long time, and the moment I touch it, a prairie fire has been ignited.

Ruan Xueyin clutched the lapel of his clothes and raised her head to respond, feeling a little bit unstoppable.The hands were clenched tighter and tighter, but her body was getting weaker and weaker. She knew something was wrong and reined in the precipice.

Gu Xinglang had already gained enough momentum, he just felt that it would be impossible to stop at this moment for the rest of his life.

"It's been three months." He said hoarsely, "Didn't it be okay after it's stabilized? I'll take it easy."

"Just, is it just full, or is it a few days away?" Ruan Xueyin was dazed and confused, "No, no," pushing him directly, "The child is important and you are important?"

Gu Xinglang wanted to answer the most important thing at this moment, but she finally pushed him to compromise, and said a word in a low voice in a temper.

Ruan Xueyin thought about it for a while, but she still couldn't do it, so she whispered another word.

He looked at her before answering.

Ruan Xueyin has already approached.

It was a dry afternoon in July, and the cicadas were already buzzing, so the doors and windows were ajar for ventilation.

Since last year, curtains have been added in front of the ebony frame, one side of which hangs down and is tied, never unraveling.

They didn't leave today either, they covered both ends of the bookshelves, and the two of them hid themselves in the corner, the rustling of the very light cloth was almost inaudible due to Xia Chan's singing.

He hugged her tightly for a long time, holding his breath.

Ruan Xueyin clearly only moved her hands, but she also felt exhausted, and thought to herself that she knew it would be better to use her legs.

Diyan would come in two or three times in the afternoon to exchange tea and snacks, and to report matters occasionally.

Ji Huan had nothing to do after he left today. He counted the time and thought it was time to add some tea, so he bowed his head and stepped towards the threshold.

Then through the half door, there was no one in front of the ebony case.

There was no one around.

Looking for a book before the shelf?

No voice was heard either.

There is a breath, like——

asthma.

He closed the door with his hands faster than his brain, and after a little thought, he was worried, and called someone to send a message to the Imperial Medical Bureau to wait for orders.

After a stick of incense, Gu Xinglang Fengqing Yueming appeared in front of the threshold, and asked very honestly why he closed the door when it was so hot.

Diyan was angry in his heart, but on the face he was obedient, and said that the cicadas in the court were too noisy, and he was afraid of disturbing the emperor's review of papers and discussions with his wife.

Gu Xinglang always felt that the last five words were bitten a bit hard.

After doing enough work on the scene, he was about to turn around, and at first he saw Dr. Cui waiting under a phoenix tree.

"Back to Your Majesty," Di Yan hurriedly cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "My wife occasionally felt unwell after listening to Yunxi Road, and it's hot today, so I sent Dr. Cui to come over, just in case."

Gu Xinglang's eyes were full of unpredictability hidden in the depths of his eyes, he turned his head for a while and asked, "Are you feeling unwell today?"

There was a moment of silence in the room, and then Qinglingling's voice came out: "Thank you for your concern, everything is fine."

Gu Xinglang nodded, gave Di Yan a few words, and when he returned to the room, he met Ruan Xueyin's face full of righteous indignation.

must be known.And was thought too much.

She didn't speak, the words were in her eyes.

Gu Xinglang was also uncomfortable. After all, he was a repeat offender, so he only replied with his eyes:

Those who achieve great things are not careful about the little things.

Ruan Xueyin stared at his innocent face and wanted to punch him, but when the other party approached, she whispered:
"When I go to Suoning in the future, I must go to the Chuixiang Tower of the old palace to read books. What kind of ancient books are so exquisite?"

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