who is my husband

Chapter 11

After returning to the mansion that day, Yunying asked some more about the second prince and the third prince, who are now Prince Xun and Prince Qian. After learning that their names were Song Xunyi and Song Qianyi, she was surprised by the classic sentence she blurted out. The poem actually coincides with the names of the two of them.

In the days that followed, Yunying would often enter the palace to try her luck, to see if she could run into them, so that there would be some unexpected encounter or something, but Xiaoqian said that since the two princes were already dead, the princes of all dynasties except The future princes will have to go out of the palace to build a mansion and then be crowned king, so the second and third princes have already been crowned kings and have their own palaces.

Hearing this, Yun Ying could only be secretly annoyed, since she had no contact with them, she couldn't just find the cheek to go to their palace, but that dreamy and elegant figure lingered in her mind all the time, and she couldn't dispel it no matter what.Alas, I think she, a little witch who is beaten by everyone like a mouse crossing the street, will have a day of suffering from love, God's will tricks people.

Today, after coming out of the Jinglan Palace of Aunt Concubine Shu, she was wandering in the imperial garden. The stream flowed slowly beside the bluestone winding path, and there was a qin in the middle of the simple and elegant tree-shaded pavilion. The handsome figure in white clothes appeared again, overlapping and criss-crossing non-stop.

Yun Ying came to sit down in front of the piano, thinking of Jay Chou's "Blue and White Porcelain". Fortunately, she once learned the guzheng in modern times, but she was not good at learning the art and could barely play the tune.

Gently supported the strings with both hands, tried the next note, played jerky, after the prelude, lightly opened the vermilion lips:

The plain embryo outlines the blue and white strokes from dark to light
The peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup
Ran Ran, sandalwood, through the window, I know what's on my mind
The pen on the rice paper is halfway here

The charm of the glaze rendering of the lady's figure is privately hidden
And your sweet smile is budding
Your beauty drifts away to a place where I can't go
Sky blue is waiting for misty rain and I am waiting for you

The smoke from cooking rises thousands of miles across the river

On the bottom of the bottle, the Han Li imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty

Just when I foreshadowed to meet you

Sky blue is waiting for misty rain and I am waiting for you

Moonlight was salvaged and fainted
Like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, you are beautiful and you have a smile in your eyes

The koi of white and cyan are leaping at the bottom of the bowl
I miss you when I copy the Song Dynasty script
The secret you have hidden in the kiln for thousands of years
Extremely delicate as if an embroidery needle falls to the ground
The plantain outside the curtain provokes the rain, the door knocker causes the patina
And I passed by that Jiangnan town and provoked you
In the splash-ink landscape painting, you are hidden from the depths of ink
Sky blue is waiting for misty rain and I am waiting for you

The smoke from cooking rises thousands of miles across the river

On the bottom of the bottle, the Han Li imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty

Just when I foreshadowed to meet you

Sky blue is waiting for misty rain and I am waiting for you

Moonlight was salvaged and fainted
Like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, you are beautiful and you have a smile in your eyes

This kind of gentle and delicate Jiangnan ink landscape like misty rain, the artistic conception of Yiren's white clothes and skirts flying between the sprouting water and clouds can be vaguely seen, so that the two handsome and dust-free white figures in the distance behind her can be recalled for a long time, as if In the breeze, the mountain springs and streams flowing quietly on the rocks enter the heart.

"Xun, I feel that I can't control my heart more and more!" Song Qianyi's handsome and indifferent face already had a rare joy that others couldn't see, and his eyes were filled with infinite love.

"Well, this song should only exist in the sky, but it should be heard several times in the world." Song Xunyi's clear and gentle voice seemed to be praising the song more like praising people, and the eyes that were more indifferent than Song Qianyi were also full At the same time, this beautiful rhythm is firmly imprinted in my heart.

And in this room, Xiaoqian was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth, she frowned and stepped forward, looking at Yunying inquiringly, "Are you still my lady?" Eyes full of disbelief were still blinking. .

Yunying knew that in the past Chu Yunying could not play the piano except for eating, drinking, having fun and making troubles. Although she is also very bad at playing now, it still aroused Xiaoqian's suspicion.He smiled, and explained: "Oh, what's so strange about this, I used to go to Ningxianglou often, and after listening to it for a long time, I would know how to do this three-legged cat's kung fu!" Shoulder said: "In the future, I will learn to be a lady! Hehe."

Xiaoqian, on the other hand, had an expression of wishing you would do what you say!

(End of this chapter)