This can be remembered

chapter 37
Shen Xiyao shook his head, stopped looking at the utensils, but walked off the high platform, and in the eyes of everyone who was puzzled and puzzled, plucked the tender green willow leaves from the green willows by the lake, and stood back on the platform again.

The discussion in the audience was even louder, and it is well known that leaves can be blown, but the timbre and available repertoire are mostly simple street songs, which are difficult to be elegant. Could it be that the lame man in front of him is not as noble as the aura exuding around him? Can't make any instruments?
Ling Xuewei's heart trembled, and following the familiar melody from the willow leaves on Shen Xiyao's lips, she was sure that the man in front of her must be the handsome figure behind the bamboo forest, and the obvious foot injury also proved that Yes, he is also a righteous man who saved himself from danger.

At this moment, what floated over Lihu Lake and made everyone mesmerized was the floating lantern played by Ling Xuewei that night in the bamboo forest.

Naturally, Bai Mudan and his party won the three competitions, and everyone was quite curious about the two masked people.Bai Mudan, along with Ling Xuewei and Shen Xiyao, saluted everyone, and was about to go to the Huichun Pavilion behind the stage, when they saw Zixu, Feiyu, and Bixian gathered and stopped in front of Bai Mudan.

Ling Xuewei took advantage of this moment to calmly size up the three famous prostitutes who had been passed on in Beijing and China.Purple catkins are slender, not as slender as white peony.Feiyu is beautiful, but not as elegant as Bai Mudan.Only Bixian, with thin make-up and powder, and elegant makeup, but with a smile like a peach blossom, has an indescribable charm.Can't help but look twice.

Shen Xiyao was slightly taken aback when he saw Bixian. This Shu was slightly similar to Concubine Liu in the palace, but had a very different temperament, but he could immediately remember it at first sight.I don't know when I felt a little unspeakable feeling in my heart, not because of Concubine Liu, but thinking of the palace and the previous dynasty.After all, the fact that Ling Xuewei is Ling Xiang's daughter is the last thing he wants to face. Even though he loves her so much, as an emperor, he should not only have a beautiful wife in his heart, but also a picturesque country.The innate pride of the royal family, royal responsibilities, and the majesty of the emperor all require him to put the country first, not his own preferences.

"Ms. Peony," Fei Yu said first, "Who are these two?" Her eyes looked up and down Ling Xuewei for a moment, she stroked the corner of her mouth with an embroidered handkerchief, and said with a graceful smile, "It can't be the new girl from Cangchun Pavilion." Are you here?" Then he stretched out his hand to Ling Xuewei's veiled hat, and said with a smile: "Why doesn't Sister Mudan let this sister show her face?"

Ling Xuewei took a step back, and said calmly, "I've heard that Lihu Lake is beautiful in spring, and today I came out to enjoy the spring. Originally, due to my status, I shouldn't show up at the invitation of Miss Peony, but I thought it was just reciting poems against me. Playing the flute and playing the qin are all elegant things, so I behaved politely. I didn't want to be misunderstood by this girl." Although there was a smile in his tone, the displeasure was obvious.

Feiyu just pretended not to hear about it, just stared at Bai Mudan, her tone was already sharp: "I think Cangchun Pavilion can be renamed Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger House, Sister Mudan is not afraid that this new sister will steal your oiranship later." Are you here?" Looking at Ling Xuewei again: "It seems that Gu Niang is going to make you a blockbuster?" Once again, she stretched out her hand in front of Ling Xuewei, who had no way to retreat.

Bai Mudan was about to stop her, but Shen Xiyao on one side waved a folding fan painted with ink on a light yellow background in his hand, and calmly blocked Fei Yu's hand that had reached to the brim of Ling Xuewei's hat, and said in a calm tone: "Girl, we It's just a passer-by who temporarily helps Miss Mudan, since this lady doesn't want to show her appearance, why do you have to force others?"

Feiyu lowered her hand awkwardly, and glanced at Zixu beside her, but Zixu pretended not to see her, only staring at the round fan in her hand and said nothing.Feiyu looked at Bixian again unwillingly, only to see Bixian smiled slightly, as gentle as the spring breeze blowing on willows, trimmed the tin flowers on her temples, and said leisurely: "This girl is so talented in writing, I am simple and elegant in poetry, I don't know if I can do it." Ask the girl for advice?"

Ling Xuewei was hesitant, not knowing whether to accept it or not, so she saw Bixian smiled, and said to Bai Mudan in a teasing tone: "I heard that Xu Gong is my sister's guest, and I was in Cangchun Pavilion for a spring festival last night, Xu Gong is picky. Famous people in Beijing are well known, few people can get into his eyes, but he is full of praise for his sister, she is worthy of being the leader of flowers."

Her words, together with what Fei Yu said before, are tantamount to pointing out that Bai Mudan is suspected of cheating in today's competition, and Ling Xuewei and Shen Xiyao are "helpers" arranged long ago.Today's competition is Xu Gong's idea, and among the three items, only one of the poems was written by Xu Gong. Such remarks are like saying that Ling Xuewei was prepared beforehand, but in fact she is not very talented.

Ling Xuewei is so clever, of course she heard the hidden meaning of her words, she pursed her lips, nodded and said: "Miss Bixian please advise."

Shen Xiyao showed a faint doting smile, closed the folding fan and hit it in the palm of his hand, waiting to hear Ling Xuewei's masterpiece again.

"I don't know what the girl wants to use as a topic?" Ling Xuewei asked.

"Why don't you use lovesickness as the topic?" Bixian said.

Ling Xuewei couldn't help being stunned when she heard the word "Lovesickness", but Bixian over there had already said: "Falling flowers are like a dream, and the musk smoke is faint, and it is the setting sun sneaking down to the west of the small building. Worry is infinite, thin, who is there?" You know? I’m free to teach the jade cage parrot to read Lang’s poems.” Then he looked at Ling Xuewei proudly.It turns out that Bi Xian sent someone to find out that Mr. Xu's topic today is "Lovesickness", and he was prepared, but he didn't want to make a mistake and miss the opportunity for the poem.

Ling Xuewei lowered her head, and slowly said: "The pillow is fragrant, and the flower path is leaking. We met by chance, talking to the thin bamboo queen. The season is cold and people are sick for a long time. Pear blossoms are shoveled on the ground, and the east wind is thin all night. Cover the silver screen and hang green sleeves. Where is it?" Blowing the flute, the tenderness is slightly teasing. Heartbroken moon and red cardamom, the moon looks like that time, does the person look like that time?" Before Bi Xian could say anything, she raised her head and said: "One generation, one couple in a lifetime, fighting for two places of ecstasy. Lovesickness Looking at each other but not dating, who is the spring for? It is easy to beg on the blue bridge, but it is difficult to run to the blue sea. If you visit and drink Oxford, you will forget about poverty."

Speaking of the word "relatively", the voice has already lowered, and it seems to contain infinite helplessness, with a little choking.

Shen Xiyao closed his eyes. That day when Mr. Wu Guiren said in prison that Ling Xuewei had a sweetheart, he heard that he implied a deep expectation. Now, he has confirmed that he is the one who holds a lot of weight in Miss Ling's heart.When the excitement in my heart is unspeakable, my heart is surging and ups and downs, I don't know whether I am extremely happy or proud, I only know that my heart hits my chest one after another, as if it is about to jump out.He suddenly made a move that he didn't expect, grabbed Ling Xuewei's hand, and walked backstage.The other four were left standing on the stage looking at each other.

Over there, Zhang Dehai and Xu Zhengyuan looked at each other, and raised their feet to follow, while Haoyue and Lu Youxi were also shocked when they saw this scene, and went straight forward.

Ling Xuewei seemed to know something, she didn't resist, and let him pull her. She couldn't see or feel the voices and scenery around her, only the warmth from her hands made her heart beat violently.The palms of the man in front of her were moist and dry, and her body exuded a faint and refreshing breath, and her heart suddenly calmed down.

He didn't want to think so much about the dignity of the emperor, the battle between emperors and princes, the three thousand in the harem, he only wanted her...
She didn't want to worry about so much, what about Ling's honor, what about her family background, what about the master of the harem, she only wanted him...
There was an open water in front of them. They stood by the water, and behind them was Yiyibi Willow, whose tender green branches stretched in the wind, gently hitting the two people's robes.Ling Xuewei lowered her head, seeing that her hand was still clenched in Shen Xiyao's, she couldn't help but blush.

"I..." He opened his mouth, wanting to reveal who he was.

"You..." She also opened her mouth at the same time, wanting to ask who he is.

"Master!" Xu Zhengyuan's voice came.

"Miss!" Hao Yue shouted in surprise.

The two men stopped reaching for the veiled hat, and turned their heads to look at the two loyal servants who were already standing in front of them.After a while, they were pulled away by those two people.

I finally calmed down, knowing that those things cannot be thrown away even if I want to.The heart gradually cools down, and life is unsatisfactory nine out of ten, but why can't it be satisfactory in such a matter?
"Boom" sounded thunder, I don't know when a large thick cloud gathered, and then "crash", the big raindrops poured down from the sky.

Haoyue pulled Ling Xuewei past Ling Xuewei and ran towards the carriage, while Shen Xiyao was also half-supported and half-pulled by Xu Zhengyuan and walked towards the carriage on the other side.

There were only a few words before, but it was mediocre, before the thing that should be said was said, the opportunity to say it was lost.In the wind and rain, the two turned their heads, she only saw him lift the veil from a distance, his face was indistinct in the heavy rain and could not be distinguished, but she could feel that long-lasting glimpse, as clear as water and firm as a mountain.He only saw her lift the hood and stare, unable to bear to blink.But with the sound of rain, the field of vision gradually became empty.

Bean-sized raindrops fell from the thin ink-painted sky, passed through the gaps in the dense network of branches and leaves, connected into silver lines, and hit the brown-black muddy ground.Beyond the end of the woods in front, behind a wide grassland is a turbulent river, emitting moist water vapor, and on the winding moss trails, there are dots of pink and purple broken brocade—they are wisteria and white calamus. Delicate petals. ?
The rain was still pattering down. Two carriages were parked on the grass, one behind the other. The rut of one of them was sunk in a mud puddle, half tilted. The coachman in rough clothes was waving his whip while sighing in frustration. , trying to use the momentum of the horse to free the car from danger.

"Brother Liu, slow down!" The car slammed forward, sank back to its original place, and shook violently. A woman's anxious voice came from inside the car: "Miss can't bear such bumps." A woman leaned out and said "That's Ms. Lu's car over there, please ask them to help. No one is behind this car, so it must be impossible to get out." The speaker was a young woman in light green clothes, Shuanghuan The bun is dotted with pink and tender silk flowers, which is very delicate and moving.

"Haoyue, why don't we go down first. It's more convenient this way." A jade hand lifted the curtain, and the gorgeously dressed woman jumped out of the carriage lightly. Ignoring the falling raindrops, I walked quietly in the rain.

"Miss!" The accompanying maid opened a black silk umbrella and hurriedly covered the top of the woman's head, on which peach blossoms were in full bloom, especially bright under the cloudy and rainy sky.

"It's okay." The woman turned her head and smiled brightly, as if the sun was breaking through the thick clouds.She stretched out her hand to catch the rain, looked up at the misty sky, her eyes seemed to be stained with a ray of gray, and with a bit of melancholy, she left the quiet space under the umbrella and walked to another carriage.

"Sister Lu." Ling Xuewei stood in front of another carriage, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she still said: "The rain outside is a little lighter, and the car is stuffy, we might as well get some air outside before going back. But Good?" Her words "good" brought some doubts and caution.

The wind was blowing with fine rain on Ling Xuewei's agate red Confucian skirt, and the pattern of spring swallows returning to their nests was slightly dimmed, as if it was stained with the color of silence.The double-strand mandarin duck belt that had been fluttering with the wind before was also clinging to the skirt, without the swaying posture.

"Miss," Haoyue came up holding an umbrella, and also made a puzzled voice: "Why didn't Miss Lu answer? Hey, why didn't the coachman disappear? Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang?" She called Miss Lu's coachman while walking around. Looking around, I also had doubts about the silence over there, and there was a trace of inexplicable tension.

"Miss, this..." She looked at the carriage, and suddenly made a surprised voice: "This..." Her face turned pale in an instant, her voice was trembling, and she said in a panic. Ling Xuewei said: "This...is not Miss Lu's carriage!"

She tilted her head and thought about it, then carefully looked at the carriage in front of her, Haoyue said: "This carriage is so similar to the one we rode, but there is one more bell. Ah, it must have been just now, when the heavy rain came suddenly, the crowd was all Panicked. Our coachman is not from the mansion, so asking him to follow Miss Lu's carriage, presumably admitting his mistake, got him wrong."

Ling Xuewei was taken aback when she heard the words, and panic flashed across her face, but was quickly replaced by calmness. She gently stroked the broken hair on her temples, looked back at the carriage that was still stuck in the mud, and took a look. Liao said with a helpless smile: "It's really offensive, but could it be convenient for you to help us?"

Haoyue was so close that she could hear the slight tremor in her tone, she calmed down, and bowed her head as a courtesy: "Please do me a favor."

"Miss, don't worry, Ziyou, you go and help." A gentle male voice came from the car, very kind.After the words were finished, a man in ocher clothes got out of the carriage. This man was tall and tall, and his brows were full of pride.

Seeing a strange man for the first time, Ling Xuewei hastily raised her sleeves to hide her face.Haoyue also lowered her head slightly, and directed the man in front of her to the carriage.

After walking a few steps away, she found that Ling Xuewei was still standing there in a daze, her eyes were full of indifference.She couldn't help calling: "Miss." The body trembled, but there was no response.

"Dare to ask, son..." Ling Xuewei's voice was obviously excited: "Dare to ask, but..." She didn't say anything more, her beautiful eyes were full of expectation, and then instantly dimmed. Her lips pursed, and finally turned into a desolate smile, and then turned into a determined heart, quietly turned around, and turned to the river of spring water.

Through a gap in the car curtain, Shen Xiyao sat quietly in the car. Compared with the pain in his heart, the sharp pain in his feet had become numb.

"Zhang Dehai," he couldn't hear the turmoil in his tone, but the turmoil in his heart was obvious: "Tell me, will she know it's me?"

Zhang Dehai was taken aback for a moment, and said in a puzzled way: "Master, wouldn't you tell Miss Ling's family?"

With an almost invisible range, Shen Xiyao shook his head: "The man in her heart shouldn't have the status of the Ninth Five-Year Lord." After a pause, he continued: "That man should be the only one. Not... "..." He hesitated for a while: "It's not the three thousand in the harem. Even if you just want to take a spoonful to drink, how can you allow the cruelty of reality?" He smiled helplessly: "What's more, she still has a right A father who is devoted to the government and the public." The last sentence, he said very slowly, but also very forbearing.

Zhang Dehai nodded, and his tone was tainted with the sadness and sorrow of the man around him, as well as the indifference that penetrated the harem's favor: "Yes, as a young lady of the Ling family, she must hope that there will be someone who is truly 'willing to have'. People with one heart, white head and white head will never leave each other'." He looked at Shen Xiyao: "But the emperor can't give her those."

Over there, Ling Xuewei stood by the river, watching the endless blue waves, and began to sing softly.

"Thin willows with golden strands, sending smoke waves, lovesickness, I ask you if you know? Lingyan holds the talisman of coming spring, and we will meet at dusk. Gradually the shadow of the moon, Yingying strings, hand in hand with the breeze to cross the bamboo path, and Xianyun, go to Taoyuan Road together The situation has passed, and I have never met. The red silk dances all over the ground, tears flickeringly, the resentful women in the south of the Yangtze River, rushing to the pool. The rain falls with the hammer, and the journey is made with the apple blossoms. I am afraid that the news will still be blocked. Even if thousands of mountains are hard to separate, I look forward to returning home, and take my words of kindness, spring is not old, and it is narrated in my dreams."

Ling Xuewei stretched her arms obliquely, her fluffy sleeves fluffed loosely, like a butterfly in love with a flower; her exquisite toes tapped the ground, spinning like a shuttle in the air, like a fairy Lingbo stepping on water.Suddenly, in the silence, there was the sound of flute flutes, ethereal and whirling, pulling her dancing steps and guiding her dancing body.Sometimes the high mountains and the sea of ​​clouds are rolling in waves; sometimes the flowing water is full of emotion, and the moonlight lingers with the shadow.Or the flower branches tremble slightly, and the fog locks the heavy building; or the phoenix tree is at dusk, and the lovesickness is worrying.

Zhang Dehai looked at the emperor who was playing the flute beside him, his black eyes were smiling, his affection was gurgling, as warm as spring water.

Shen Xiyao looked at her affectionately, her swaying eyebrows, cloud-like black hair, light-headed dizziness, valerian eyes, and natural charm.

And she, the emotional dancer, when he appeared like a mirage, all the men in this world became insignificant, and her soul staggered and flew towards him three thousand feet away from the red dust.

She dances with his whistle, his whistle with her dance

You are Jinfeng, I am Yulu; you are Guqi, I am Luoxia; you are Chufeng, I am Muyun; you are Qingluan, I am Qiushui

"Thank you, young master." At some point, Ling Xuewei had returned to the carriage, ignoring Haoyue's puzzled eyes, and stopped her with a gesture.

Ling Xuewei straightened her clothes, adorned her temples and hair, and pulled her skirts together as a gesture of respect. The red coral tassels and golden steps swayed slightly on her temples, just like her turbulent heart that had only been stabilized by hard work at this time.

"Miss, you're welcome, that's what I should do." Shen Xiyao tried his best to control his trembling body to conceal his inner excitement.

"This," Ling Xuewei stretched out a pair of bare hands, in the palm of which was the crimson jade pendant: "Please take it back, my lord." She then explained: "I am about to leave the court. Such things must be a pair. It is not suitable to keep by your side."

"I never take back what I give away." Through the curtain of the car, Shen Xiyao handed out a piece of jade made of suet white jade, with the word "Shuangfei" engraved on it. "I can understand Miss's concern, this is another piece, Miss can accept it together."

The hands of the two were separated by a short distance in the void, but they couldn't move forward.

"I..." Ling Xuewei looked at the hand firmly, gritted her teeth, and tried her best to hold back the tears that swirled in her eyes: "I can't accept it." She also looked at the jade pendant in her hand reluctantly. , and finally made up his mind: "Thank you for giving me the jade pendant, but unfortunately, it can't be a match. I also thank you for your kindness and life-saving kindness. I will say goodbye from now on, and I hope you will take care of me."

Shen Xiyao smiled, but frowned sadly: "Congratulations, Miss, on the marriage. I believe that what Miss finds will be a good husband. I also hope that Miss will be loving and prosperous as husband and wife from now on." After a pause, it seemed that this was the only The opportunity to express my heart, but I dare not speak in a whisper: "If the world is not as helpless as it is now, and there are no such entanglements. I will not let you leave, no. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely be there Before all the situations happen, I met you first. That way, there will be no more entanglement." After finishing speaking, he gestured to Xu Zhengyuan who had already returned, his eyes determined.

A light pink layer appeared on Ling Xuewei's face, with the shyness of a young girl and the determination of a mature woman, she said softly: "I'm afraid that you will end up with a knot later in life. Be careful, you must remember."

The horse neighed, the wheels rolled, and he finally left, and she sent him off with a low eyebrow.Recalling his light exhortation, she smiled slightly.He drifted away, and she stood alone.

Ling Xuewei stood where she was, with a sudden grief in her chest, unspeakable gratitude and love, and unprecedented despair.It seems that life is coming to an end, even this life may still be so long
(End of this chapter)