Chang'an is good

Chapter 85

"You use this so-called picture of a beautiful woman visiting the lake to remind me of your mother's death..." Cui Wei paused almost every word: "You really want me to have no peace on the day of the birthday banquet, do you?" !"

When Cui Jing heard this, his expression froze for a short time.

He looked down at the image of a lady sailing a boat on the half-opened frame thrown on the ground——

Yes.

His mother died in such a spring day.

On that day, my mother, who had been ill for a long time, suddenly came out of the house. Her hair was in a tidy bun, her jade hairpin was moist, and her lake-blue dress was particularly fresh.

Mother smiled and stroked the top of his head, said she wanted to go swimming in the lake, and asked him if he wanted to go together.

He was only four years old at that time, and he nodded happily.

As soon as his mother took his hand, his father's cold voice came from behind, scolding him for only playing around and not thinking about making progress. The husband is already waiting in the study, telling him to go over immediately.

In the morning light, he could only let go of his mother's hand.

He didn't even have time to look at his mother's expression at that time.

That day, my mother still went to swim in the lake.

It was also on that day, after he saluted his husband in an upright manner, when he came out of the study, there was no more A Niang.

Later he heard that when the boat docked, his mother had closed her eyes.

It was a beautiful spring day, the scenery on the lake should be beautiful, and the wind should be warm.

But mother was leaning on the boat alone at that time, would she be sad and afraid?

If he hadn't gone to the study to listen to the teacher's lecture that day, if he hadn't let go of his mother's hand, if he could have been by her side, wouldn't her be less sad and afraid?
Since marrying into Cui's family, mother seems to have never been happy.

Therefore, at the last moment of her life dissipating, she chose to walk out of the gate of Cui's family, and passed away in the lake and mountains.

"I knew it. Since you were young, you have heard too much slander from those old people around your mother, and you are determined to believe that I killed her! You have always been brooding about it!"

The father's voice brought Cui Jing back to his mind from those fragmented memories.

"But I never felt sorry for her... It was her stubbornness and inflexibility that made me depressed and sick!"

Even after many years of talking about the past, Cui Wei still couldn't calm down: "When she was alive, I didn't even have a concubine room, and since you were born not long ago, my whole family and I regarded you as the future Patriarch of the Cui family and treated you as a cultivator... ...I have never owed you mother and son, but how do you repay me? When she was there, she showed me sharpness all over her body. After she left, you also resented me, opposed me in everything, and fought against me. Not to mention no respect at all, and today I don’t even want to let me have a birthday party—”

Hearing his words finally fall, Cui Jingfang said: "When my mother passed away, I was still young, and my memory was far less profound than that of my father. I ordered my subordinates to find this painting, and I never paid attention to it."

Cui Wei sneered: "You mean that I misunderstood you?"

Cui Jing raised his eyes and looked at him: "If the painting today was a gift from someone else, would my father still think so?"

"Of course not!" Cui Wei sarcastically said, "But you are not someone else, and others will not treat me with such calculations!"

"Therefore, there is nothing wrong with this painting, there is nothing wrong with the lady swimming in the painting, and it is nothing wrong to present this painting as a birthday gift to my father—" Cui Jing's voice was still calm: "The fault is all on me alone .”

Cui Wei's brows and eyes full of anger trembled slightly: "You seem to be not fond of words, but you are actually eloquent. You know how to get rid of your own crimes and turn back others' hearts with clever words! Today is my birthday, and you are this Is it like congratulating your father on his birthday?"

"Father treated me with a heart of questioning guilt, so he felt that every word I said was exonerating myself." Cui Jing looked at the painting under his feet again: "I never made my father an enemy, and I would not and would not bother to spend such a thought to make insinuations. Just because my father sees me as an enemy, everything he sees is my intention, nothing more than that."

Cui Wei suddenly grasped the fingers in his sleeves: "You..."

Cui Jing had already raised his hand to salute, without any ups and downs in his expression: "It is Cui Jing who disturbed my father's birthday today because of his unfilial piety. Cui Jing resigned first, and is willing to wait for the family law to deal with it at any time afterward."

Looking at the retreating young figure, Cui Wei's lips trembled in anger: "Nizi!"

"I shouldn't have married Mrs. Zheng in the first place...and gave birth to you, a debt collector!"

Cui Jing turned around and left the study.

The door was pushed open by Cui Jing, and Cui Lang who was outside the study was startled, and hurriedly backed away, faltering and laughing, "Brother...I...I just came here too."

Cui Jing didn't say much, and left here.

Looking at the back figure, Cui Lang hesitated to speak, but he didn't dare to stop him.

With the conversation just heard echoing in his ears, Cui Lang felt angry and wronged for his elder brother from the bottom of his heart, and walked into the study unbearably: "Father, my son really wants to say a few words about you today!"

After the desk, Cui Wei, who was standing there holding the edge of the desk, raised his eyes, his face was heavy, and his eyes were full of anger.

Cui Lang shuddered, turned his lips when he spoke, and said seriously: "This is a common saying... If anger hurts the body, the father should rest early, and the son will leave."

Bending her body and taking two steps back, seeing the painting, she couldn't help whispering: "This painting... Father doesn't want it anymore, right?"

Cui Wei: "Someone take it down and throw it away and burn it!"

"Don't... what a waste of money." Cui Lang hurriedly picked it up and held it in his arms: "Since the father doesn't want it, then give it to the son."

Cui Wei became even more angry, pointing to the door: "...you get out!"

"Okay." Cui Lang hurried out with the painting in his arms.

Seeing Cui Lang coming out with the painting in his arms, the servant went up to meet him.

Cui Lang sighed, "This is Zhan Ziqian's outing in spring, it's hard to find..."

Hearing the faint sound of porcelain cracking coming from the study behind him, the servant whispered, "Your Majesty, this is not only hard to find, but also rich and expensive."

Both Lord Lang and Lord Dalang suffer losses, and the world where only Lord Lang benefits is achieved.

Cui Lang blew the dust off the painting, rolled it up carefully, and sighed: "But what is more precious than this painting is the elder brother's heart..."

It was this intention that my father really ruined.

Thinking of the back that seemed too calm when the young man left just now, Cui Lang only felt that after this incident, his father might not have a chance to spoil his elder brother's wishes again.

"Father is probably not the reincarnation of some spirit." Cui Lang whispered: "Just wait and see, he will regret it in the future."

Finally he snorted and said: "Next time if you want my elder brother to go home and be scolded, I won't do it."

……

The moon is as cool as water.

Cui Jing and his party dismounted outside Xuan Ce Mansion.

"Why is the governor back? Didn't the Cui family hold a birthday party tonight?" After Cui Jing walked away, a soldier asked Yuan Xiang in a low voice.

Today is the birthday of the governor's father, and it is said that the governor should rest at home.

Yuan Xiang sighed: "Do you still need to ask?"

It is obvious that the Cui family is no longer a human being.

Yuan Xiang didn't say much, he just ordered the soldiers to prepare wine.

The moonlight poured down on the roof tiles of the main hall of Xuan Ce Mansion, as if covered with a layer of silver frost.

The young man sat on the roof with a white porcelain wine jar by his side.

From time to time, there is a breeze, quietly blowing over the young man's chiseled face.

At this time, a black shadow suddenly came from behind the young man, with a strong wind——

Cui Jing sat still and did not move, only turned to one side, avoiding the sneak attack of the person behind him.

The next moment, the man covered his eyes from behind, deliberately puffed his cheeks and said in a low voice, "Quickly guess who I am!"

Cui Jing: "I can't guess."

"Haha it's me!" The other party let go of his hand.

Cui Jing turned his head and looked over: "So it's senior."

Ah Dian smiled proudly and sat down beside him.

Cui Jing took a sip of wine and asked casually, "Why are you back, senior?"

"I'm here to pick up things! Sleep in later and go back tomorrow!"

Hearing that he already regarded going to Chang's house as "going back", and that he might move all his "household belongings" there, Cui Jing smiled slightly: "It seems that senior has been very happy living in Chang's house these days."

"Because there is little Ah Li!"

Cui Jing nodded: "I see."

"Don't worry, I won't cause trouble outside now." As Ah Dian spoke, he suddenly became a little proud, as if he had a backing: "But little Ah Li said, if I get into trouble again and someone bullies me, I will She will take care of it for me!"

Cui Jing took another sip of wine: "What a big breath."

Ever since she threatened to pick up Zhanxiu, her tone has always been serious.

Ah Dian raised her chin, a little proud: "But little Ah Li keeps her word, she never breaks her promise to me."

Then he said, "Just like Your Highness."

While he was speaking, he held his cheeks in his hands and looked at the bright moon, with a serious and pure expression like a child.

Hearing this, Cui Jing temporarily put down the flagon that was brought to her lips, looked up at the bright moon together with Ah Dian, and asked slowly, "Your Highness...what kind of person is she?"

Ah Dian blinked: "Didn't you see it?"

Cui Jing said: "But only one side."

But, just, just——

In just one sentence, there seem to be many shortcomings.

Ah Dian is also very regretful: "That's a pity, if you see His Highness a few more times, you will definitely fall in love with His Highness like we do!"

Cui Jing laughed silently.

You don’t need to meet a few times to fall in love with——

But to say I like it would be too superficial.

Ah Dian's tone was innocent and innocent: "What is the moon, what is the sun, what is the mountain, what is the flower, what is your Highness, Xiao Jing, you can understand me when I say this?"

Cui Jing nodded with a smile: "Senior's words are very easy to understand."

"Your Highness used to like to sit here and drink alone. At most, His Highness only allowed me to accompany you. Do you know why?"

Cui Jing shook his head.

"Because I'm very good at peeling chestnuts!" Ah Dian said, and took out a few chestnuts: "His Royal Highness is drinking, so I will peel chestnuts for him."

Speaking of the past, Ah Dian smiled happily: "When the chestnut shell fell, Uncle Chang and the others would sweep under it!"

Cui Jing looked at the chestnuts in his palm, picked one up after a while, and looked at it quietly under the moonlight.

"Does Your Highness like to eat chestnuts when drinking—"

A Dian said seriously: "Your Highness also likes to eat chestnuts when he is not drinking. His Highness said that he eats a mountain of chestnuts every year!"

Cui Jing smiled and said, "Your Highness's tone is actually very loud."

When the word "also" came out, Cui Jing was distracted for a moment.

Ah Dian continued: "Your Highness said that his favorite thing is to eat chestnuts, and the thing he hates the most is peeling chestnuts!"

Cui Jing recovered and smiled again.

Either he drank too much wine, or what he heard was His Highness's business, he seemed to be smiling all the time sitting here tonight.

"Actually, His Highness broke his promise once..." Sometimes the child's sadness was sudden. Ah Dian folded his arms in front of him, rested his head on them, and said in frustration: "When Your Highness left for the last time, let me obediently be in Xuan Ce's place." The mansion waited for him to come back, but His Highness never came back."

Cui Jing turned his head sideways, looking in the direction of Dayun Temple from a distance.

"Perhaps we can wait a little longer, Your Highness may not break his promise."

Drunk welling up, he couldn't tell whether he was comforting the child, or expressing his unrealistic and bold delusion.

He is very clear that everything in the world is destined to move forward, not to stay and not to go backward——

But he always felt that such a person should come back.

A gust of wind blows away this dreamlike fantasy and the smell of alcohol.

……

In April, the capital became warmer and warmer, and the girls' capes were put away at the bottom of the box, leaving only soft spring shirts and skirts on their bodies. The flower posts are like spring butterflies flying to the hands of ladies and gentlemen from all families.

On this day, after Chang Suining came back from the martial arts training ground and took a shower, Ah Zhi walked in with two invitations and handed them to Chang Suining who was sitting in front of the dressing table.

Chang Suining picked up one and opened it to read.

Xi'er, who was combing her hair, saw it and couldn't help but be surprised: "Duke Ying's residence...is this a post from the Ming family?"

It is not so much the Ming family as the enemy family.

It's not so much an invitation, it's more like a call to action!

Seeing that Chang Suining closed the post, Xi'er hurriedly asked, "Is the girl going?"

If she wants to go, she must hurry up and practice more in the next few days!
Chang Suining said casually, "I'm not going."

Regardless of whether this invitation was widely distributed among noble girls in Beijing, whether it was just passing her along, or had other intentions, it is a fact that she hit Ying Guogong's son Ming Jin, and Ming Jin's grounding has not yet been resolved. If she went , wouldn't it create trouble for the Ming family and himself?

She doesn't mind being in trouble with others, but she doesn't want to be in trouble.

Moreover, entering the Ming family is a bit of a wolf in the tiger's den, and it is not appropriate to add such a blockage that has no chance of winning.

While speaking, she had opened another invitation card.

"That's good." Chang Suining nodded and said, "Let's go to Zheng Guogong's mansion."

This is a post from Duan Zhenyi to her, inviting her to have tea at the house.

Although she is not used to being a junior in front of her friends, she really needs Duan Zhenyi's help at this time.

I think back then, in order to bribe Duan Zhenyi to keep a secret for her, she fed a lot of delicious food and drink.

As the saying goes, nourishment is suitable for a thousand days, and use is suitable for a short time, which is exactly the case.

The next day, Chang Suining took the invitation and went to the door of Zheng Guogong's mansion.

Duan was very happy.

But as she watched, Miss Chang was not very happy.

During the chat, Mrs. Chang mentioned that she always dreamed of Her Royal Highness Princess Chongyue recently, and her words were inexplicably sad——

"...Father and the others all said that I was rescued by His Highness the First Crown Prince when I was young, but for some reason, the person who rescued me in my dream turned out to be His Highness the Eldest Princess."

Duan was surprised.

This child...how could he break the secret in a dream!
　There is a happy event at home. My sister is getting married tomorrow. I have been busy all day today. Fortunately, I caught up with the update. Good night everyone~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)