Night falls. The lights come on.
Half a month later, Xiao Lun came to Qinghong Pavilion again, but his mood was very different. Back then, he was a young man in high spirits. But now, he was just a poor commoner.
He missed her a little as he hadn't seen her for a long time.
I wonder if this "she" is the unmarried woman who is now under house arrest, or the woman of the world who is playing the zither in the museum. Today, Xiao Lun is only wearing a light red long gown, without too much decoration or fancy, but still looks heroic. Xiao Lun looked up at the three big characters written by the brush, and stepped over the threshold.
There were beautiful women, perfumed women like clouds, and coquettish and teasing sounds in his ears. He went upstairs calmly without looking around. Halfway up, he was stopped by someone.
In front of her was a smiling face. She smiled and said, "Isn't this the Sixth Prince? Long time no see. How are you these days?" Her words were filled with sarcasm and gloating. The fact that the Sixth Prince was demoted to a commoner was already known to everyone. Because of Xiao Lun's status, he would tolerate any grievances that were unpleasant to him. This time, Mom wanted to see this joke.
Xiao Lun smiled faintly: "Not bad."
My mother asked again, "Does Sixth Master have a place to live?" Her tone was full of sarcasm.
Xiao Lun frowned and stared at her for a moment, but he didn't say anything in the end. Instead of answering, he asked, "Is Miss Wanzhi here?"
Mom smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Sixth Master, Wanzhi has guests right now."
He looked up in confusion, but there was no lantern lit in front of her room. According to the rules of Qinghong Hall, if a girl has a guest, she must light a lamp in front of the door. Xiao Lun understood. After all, things are not as good as before. Some things... He took out a gold ingot from his sleeve, put it in her hand, and said coldly: "Is it enough?"
My mother looked at the gold, smiled and took it back into her arms, but still said in embarrassment: "It's just that Sixth Master, Wanzhi really has guests, and I'm afraid the maids are too stupid to light the lights in time. Otherwise, I will ask others to entertain you? Hongxiu, Xiuxiu, and Luyuan are all beautiful women who are delicious."
Xiao Lun snorted coldly: "Some vulgar women are not worthy of my attention." When he saw his mother's attitude, he knew that such snobbish people were best at changing their attitudes according to the situation. His status was not as good as before, so he was naturally no longer the object of their flattery.
In the final analysis, she was just relying on her father's favor to bully others. Without him, she would be nothing but a piece of grass. The world is fickle, Xiao Lun stared at her coldly for a moment, then flicked his sleeves and went downstairs.
"Sixth Master!" Someone behind him called him hurriedly. Wan Zhi leaned half of her body against the railing, and seeing Xiao Lun angry and about to leave, she ignored everything else, lifted her skirt and went downstairs to hold him: "Sixth Master, don't leave. Wan Zhi has been waiting for you for a long time."
"Wanzhi!" When her mother saw her pulling Xiao Lun, she immediately flew into a rage, not caring about the guests around, and her voice became sharp: "Wanzhi, what are you doing?" Seeing that everyone was looking at her curiously, she walked closer to them and lowered her voice and scolded: "Wanzhi, what do you want to do? You don't even listen to your mother?"
Wan Zhi was very respectful, and sneered slightly, but her tone was firm. "Mom, Sixth Master is Wan Zhi's guest. You took Sixth Master's money, how can you let him go like this?"
"I..." Mom wanted to say, "Just give it back to him. I don't want you to have anything to do with him anymore." But she couldn't bear to part with the gold in her arms. While she was in a dilemma, Wan Zhi had already pulled Xiao Lun, who was in a leisurely mood, upstairs.
"I'm talking to Wanzhi..." Before my mother finished speaking, she saw Wanzhi slam the door shut. She was a little embarrassed, but more angry. How dare this little girl resist me? Think about it, who provided her with food and clothes? Who taught her music, chess, calligraphy and painting
Now that you've grown stronger, you dare to show your disrespect in front of outsiders
The mother was so angry that her teeth itched, but she couldn't say anything in public. She secretly called the eunuch and said, "I think that girl is getting tough. Wait until the man in the room leaves, and you teach her a lesson."
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There was incense burning in Wanzhi's room, Xiao Lun sniffed it and suddenly seemed a little uncomfortable. Wanzhi served tea and saw his expression and immediately understood. But he seemed a little embarrassed and his face flushed.
"Aren't you afraid of being punished by your mother for doing this?" Xiao Lun casually stroked the guqin that was placed on the side, making a few lonely and helpless sounds.
Wan Zhi smiled faintly as she walked to the table and extinguished the three-legged incense burner as if unintentionally. She chuckled and said, "It's okay. Now I'm the top star of this Qinghong Hall, she dare not do anything. My mother is so ruthless, but Wan Zhi is different from her."
Xiao Lun continued to pluck the strings of his zither, and asked calmly, "People always strive for higher places. I am a fallen tree, and I am no longer worthy of your attachment."
Wan Zhi's face was slightly moved, and she smiled: "But since I, Rose, have chosen Qiao Mu, I will let him do it." After that, she smiled shyly, hiding her sleeves, revealing her black eyes, which were shining brightly. Xiao Lun stared at those eyes, and suddenly thought of someone in his heart.
She came in a red shirt with silky eyebrows. Her eyes were always rolling around as if she was always thinking of some evil idea, but sometimes she was shy, sometimes she was content, sometimes she was cheerful, and sometimes...
"Sixth Master?" Wan Zhi saw him staring at her, thinking about something, and her face became increasingly red.
After Xiao Lun came to his senses, he suddenly felt a little lonely. Wan Zhi saw this fleeting emotion and said with a hint of jealousy: "Who is Sixth Master thinking of?"
Xiao Lun usually liked those women who knew how to read people's expressions and were very careful, but now that he knew what she was thinking, he felt annoyed. This annoyance was not directed at Wan Zhi, but more at himself. He actually had such feelings for that woman and was so distressed.
"Well, she looks a lot like you, especially her eyes."
After hearing this, Wan Zhi quickly hid the sadness in her eyes. "Sixth Master, do you want to hear Wan Zhi play a song to cheer you up?"
Xiao Lun tilted his head to think about it, and plucked the strings of the guqin: "Why don't we play a song together?" After saying that, he took out a jade flute from somewhere and put it to his lips. Wan Zhi understood, and walked to the guqin and sat down.
She rested her wrist lightly on the strings and looked sideways at him.
The flute sounded melodious and lingering, drifting away intermittently in the middle of the night, with a hint of resentment and sadness. The piano sounded closely behind, as if to comfort and console her. Xiao Lun turned his head to look at her, and Wan Zhi also looked up to meet his gaze.
A frenzy of confusion and eagerness.
She knew that he had someone in his heart. She was just a woman in the world and could never catch his eye. But, can I accompany you for a while? I will leave when you become the person you used to be. (To be continued)