On the occasion of rebirth Zhou Sui

Chapter 84
'Could this woman be Yang Yong's concubine? '

Such a guess came to mind, but seeing her wearing white flowers on her head, Cui Che immediately denied this possibility, and did not hear that Yang Yong's father-in-law died recently.

As the saying goes, if you want to be pretty, you should be filial. Although a woman wears palace attire, the white flowers on her head can also add color. Cui Che has seen many beautiful women, but she is the only one who is as graceful and luxurious as her. , I couldn't help but forget the purpose of this trip, and stopped to watch the beauty under the moon from a distance.

Yang Lihua had already noticed the visitor from the corner of her eye. She thought he was passing through the garden, but she kept looking at her without thinking about it, and she did not hide the admiration in her eyes.

She put down the hand resting on her chin, turned around to face Cui Che, frowned and said:

"You've seen enough!"

Cui Che also felt a little embarrassed when he was discovered peeking. He is not from Meng Lang. Moreover, the noble ladies in the East Palace are either Yang Yong's wives or family members of officials, and they are not objects of teasing. Cui Che pleaded guilty:
"Boy Cui Che, I didn't intend to offend Madam, please forgive me."

Just as he was about to leave, he heard the woman say in surprise:
"You are Cui Che!"

Because of her height that didn't match her age, Yang Lihua never thought of the visitor as Brother Che. Only after hearing his self-reported name this time, did she know her identity. By some strange coincidence, Yang Lihua sent out an invitation:
"Meeting by chance is also a fate, why don't you come and sit in the pavilion for a while."

Cui Che was not surprised that the woman had heard about him. The Xumen Lixue incident made him feel a lot of presence in Chang'an, but he hesitated about the woman's invitation.

'Forget it, she is a woman, and she is not afraid of people's words, but I am a man, why do I shrink back. '

After all, it is a moving gazebo.

"May I ask what your lady's name is?"

Although it is a little frivolous to ask a woman's name, she can't always call madam, madam.

"Cui Jun will know in the future."

Yang Lihua did not want to reveal her name.

Cui Che was taken aback for a moment, thinking that this woman is so ignorant that she invited someone here, but she refused to even tell her her surname.

"Since we met by chance, how would Madam know that there will be a day to meet again?"

Yang Lihua avoided answering, she got up and walked to a blooming sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and when she passed in front of Cui Che, she brought a burst of fragrance.

"Yun wants to look like clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold to reveal Hualong. If it hadn't been seen on the top of Qunyu Mountain, I would have met Yaotai under the moon."

After Yang Lihua chanted, she turned to face Cui Che in the gazebo, and asked knowingly:

"I don't know which woman Cui Jun's poem is written for?"

I don't know where this song "Qing Ping Diao Yun Xiang Clothes and Flowers Xiang Rong" came out last year, but the world doesn't know who the poem refers to.

Of course, Cui Che couldn't tell others that he wrote about Yang Lihua. The past two years were during his probationary period for marrying Yang Ah Wu, so he couldn't let people misunderstand that he admired her sister.

"It's made by hand, it doesn't mean anything."

As soon as Cui Che said the words, Yang Lihua's expression changed on the spot, but Cui Che couldn't see the moonlight behind her back, besides, the annoyance was fleeting, and her face changed into a smile again:

"It's a good one, but I don't know if the night is good and the moon is good, Cui Jun can let me hear the new work again?"

"Although the scenery is beautiful, Che has no poetic feelings today. Since Madam thinks there is still a day to meet again, why not discuss poetry with Madam in the future."

Cui Che has a stomach full of poems in stock, but not everyone can give them away.

In the past seven years, he has only given poems to his aunt Cui Zhaorong and his ex-mother-in-law Yang Lihua. Although the woman in front of him is beautiful and well-mannered, it is impossible to get a poem from Brother Che.

Cui Che's refusal caught Yang Lihua by surprise. Brother Che saw that her chest was puffed up with anger, and a string of lapels sunk into her already full breasts. Cui Che couldn't help being attracted.

Realizing what Cui Che was looking at, Yang Lihua quickly turned around, her cheeks blushed, but she started talking nonsense:

"Presumably, if Princess Lanling is in person, it will surely draw out the poetic feelings in Cui Jun's belly."

After that, I panicked again, why did I speak like this, as if I was jealous with Ah Wu.

Cui Che's attention was not on this at all, but he became suspicious, how did this woman know that she and Yang Ah Wu had the possibility of getting things done, could it be that she is a relative of the Yang family?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it was, but he didn't think about Yang Lihua.

As we all know, since Yang Lihua moved to another palace, she only entered the palace once when the little emperor was assassinated.

But Cui Che was able to confirm that this woman had a close relationship with his new mother-in-law, Dugu Jialuo. After all, it was a matter of her daughter's name, and Dugu Jialuo would not mention it to outsiders before the matter was settled.

Previously, he was able to show courtesy to his ex-mother-in-law Yang Lihua, but now when he meets someone close to his new mother-in-law, Cui Che does not hesitate to write a poem or two. He also knows that he has taken in three beautiful concubines, so he has to handle his relationship with his mother-in-law carefully.

After making up his mind, Cui Che racked his brains, recalling Shijing's poems, and finally got one, but seeing that the woman was about to leave, he stretched out his arm to grab her hand in desperation.

A full moon hangs high, under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, Yang Lihua turns around in astonishment, meets Cui Che's eyes, the evening breeze is blowing, and there is no extra sound.

Cui Che came to his senses and let go of his hand quickly. He explained in a panic:

"I, I didn't mean it. It was just a flash of inspiration. I got the poem and saw that my wife was about to leave. I lost my sense in a moment of urgency."

Even in modern times, you can't just hold the hand of a strange woman, let alone in ancient times, even in the last years of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, when Hu and Han merged, and the atmosphere was more open, it didn't reach this level.

He even saw the woman crying about her frivolity in front of Dugu Jialuo.

It's over, my Ah Wu is flying.

Yang Lihua was even more upset, she withdrew her hand, her cheeks were very red, and her heart beat faster and faster.

She forced herself to be calm and said:

"Cui Jun recites it."

Seeing that the woman did not turn her face, Cui Che finally felt relieved.

But the poems I thought of before must be inappropriate. Fortunately, my mind was bright, and I immediately recited one of Li Bai's "Songs of Four Seasons at Midnight":
"In the whole month of Chang'an, there is the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes.

"The autumn wind blows endlessly, always loves jade.

"When will the barbarians be defeated, my beloved will go on an expedition."

After singing, Cui Che explained again:
"The Turks have repeatedly invaded the heart, the northern border is restless, and the Li people are suffering, so Che sighed."

Changing this song is obviously to use a positive image of worrying about the country and the people to dilute his frivolous behavior just now.

How did you get started!
Yang Lihua's heartbeat calmed down a lot, but her face was still very rosy, she didn't dare to look at Cui Che again, she just gave a few vague compliments before leaving.

But Cui Che begged behind him:

"What Cai Che did just now was really an unintentional mistake. Please don't tell others, madam."

Yang Lihua recalled the scene of holding hands with him earlier, she felt even more ashamed, and even walked a little faster.

(End of this chapter)