Putting the brewed tea on the low table, Lu Yi got up, ready to leave. Jing Shui stood aside, frowning slightly, not knowing whether to leave or stay. Although she has lived in the garden all the time and has never served anyone, she still understands the rules. There is no lady who hasn't rested yet. The maid can rest first. Even if the lady is resting, they should take turns to watch the night, right
Seeing Jingshui standing there stupidly, Lu Yi walked up to Jingshui amusingly, took her hand, and said, "Let's go, Miss doesn't like being disturbed when she is reading."
The young lady was reluctant to stay up late with them. Usually at home, when the young lady was reading books and books, she would ask them to go back to sleep on the grounds that they would disturb her.
Lu Yi pulled the purified water and backed out, Murong Shuqing rubbed his shoulders, he was indeed a little tired today, so he casually picked up a book that looked relatively thin at hand, Murong Shuqing wanted to know about the legendary German and Artistic Shuang Xin's talented girl, what kind of wonderful words and sentences will she write.
Just looking at it, I couldn't put it down for a long time.
Until the door was knocked gently, Lu Yi's sleepy and slightly worried voice came, "Miss, it's already three watch."
Three shifts? Murong Shuqing looked out the window, yes, the moon was still bright, but it was already westward. It turned out that she had been watching for four or five hours. She stretched her somewhat stiff waist, and Murong Shuqing replied, "Well, I know. Now, go to sleep, I'm resting too."
Lu Yi would not leave until she saw her turn off the light. Murong Shuqing blew out the oil lamp but did not go to bed to rest. She was still lying on the reclining chair by the window. It was not until she heard Lu Yi leave that she slowly got up, put down her hand and held it. The book, came to the carved window that is not big, but can look around all the scenery of the small courtyard.
The world outside the window is silent. In this cool night, it is a luxury to even listen to the chirping of insects and birds. Under this moonlit night, the not-so-beautiful bushes of wattles, only the fragrance of tea swaying in the wind from time to time shows its existence. The dazzlingly white chrysanthemum in front of the courtyard still exudes its fragrance under the moonlit night, stretching proudly, not caring whether anyone sees it or listens to it.
Murong Shuqing seemed to understand why such a clump of white chrysanthemum was planted in front of the courtyard, but it was such a small clump.
Qi Yue…
Qi Yue…
Murong Shuqing murmured the name, but in this small courtyard full of moonlight flowers, the beautiful woman was no longer there, leaving only the pale cluster of plain chrysanthemums and the scent of tea in the courtyard.
The west-slanting moonlight shone into the room, and it seemed so bright in the darkness of the candlelight. The book that Murong Shuqing casually placed on the reclining chair was rustled by the wind. It was Qi Yue's memoir. Murong Shuqing never thought that it recorded her story and her mood.
Qi Yue has been talented since she was a child, and even her teachers sighed that if she were a man, she would be a pillar of the country and a master of literature. The poems she wrote and the paintings she painted became treasures that the kings and grandchildren tried their best to collect. It's just that Qi Yue is cold and arrogant, and she disdains these arrogant and arty playboys. Qi Zhonglin also doted on this only daughter very much, and refused numerous marriage proposals.
When Qi Yue was eighteen years old, on Lingshan Mountain, she met him who was discussing Buddhism with Master Wu Jing. He is graceful and graceful, and he is different from the gentleman's demeanor of secular men, which makes Qi Yue admire and fall for him. And Qi Yue's elegant and immortal appearance, blue heart, and talent, also attracted this elegant young man.
The two fell in love quickly, and Qi Yue's identity became an obstacle to their final union. The man was reluctant to walk into the filthy place of officialdom, and he was even more unwilling to bear the reputation of climbing the dragon and the phoenix. Qi Yue planned to run away with him, but the man thought he was a wild crane and couldn't give her the same superior life as before, so he didn't take her away. Instead, they left Yu Linglong, the object of their love. Qi Yue didn't even have time to tell him that she was pregnant.
After the man left, she smashed Yu Linglong, and within half a month, she married Murong Xiang, a wealthy man in Jiangnan at the time, causing an uproar in the capital. Since then, Qi Yue has never returned to the capital, nor to the Qi family. She didn't take anything in the courtyard or anyone in the Qi Mansion, even the personal maid who grew up with her, she also left her in this Pinnacle Inn.
That short essay was full of Qi Yue's laughter, sorrow, happiness, and pain, lingering on her coldness, her arrogance, her disdain, and her determination.
What Murong Shuqing couldn't forget for a long time was Qi Yue's sentence in the last page of the last essay: I only spent a moment to fall, but it took my whole life to miss it.
Love is always difficult to understand. If the man doesn't care about the so-called gossip about climbing dragons and phoenixes, or elopes with Qi Yue and lives a simple and plain life, or, if Qi Yue is not so proud, he has to be found from all over the world, will the ending be different
Perhaps, love is by no means just as simple as falling in love with each other and expressing sincere love to each other. In her opinion, love should belong to people who understand each other. Qi Yue's tragedy is that neither the people she loves nor the people who love her understand her. She doesn't care whether she lives in a tall mansion compound with brocade clothes and jade food, a high bed and warm pillows, or a small farmyard with plain porridge and side dishes and a low bed and thin quilt, she just wants to know and stay with her beloved.
He did not understand.
Murong Shuqing sighed at such a woman, she is full of talent, she is graceful, she has her own will and dignity, but she still lives and dies for love, and love becomes the only goal and destination of her life. Lost, she withers and perishes.
Sighing lightly, Murong Shuqing picked up the cold tea that Lu Yi had prepared for her on the low table, took a sip, and put it down. It turned out that no matter how good the tea is, it will always be cold when it is cold. astringent.
The fine sunlight shone into the room through the open window, accompanied by the fragrant breeze of light tea, like playfully caressing the lounge chair by the window, the low table, and the figure on the bed. It's a pity that she was reluctant to enjoy the caress of such soft sunlight, she turned around lazily, and buried herself in the silk quilt.
Lu Yi gently pushed open the door and entered the inner room with Jing Shui, put down the wooden basin in her hand, and glanced at the person wrapped in a silkworm cocoon. She smiled and walked to the window, closed the window gently, and covered it up. Full sun. Walking back to the bed, he whispered, "Miss..."
With no response at all, Lu Yi carefully took down the quilt covering Murong Shuqing's face, and called out again, "Miss!"
Murong Shuqing pulled back the quilt, mumbled, and turned around, still ignoring her.
Lu Yi reluctantly exchanged glances with Jing Shui, sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, patted Murong Shuqing's shoulder, and called out, "Miss..." What she was most afraid of was to wake up her, no matter how she called it. Wake up, she only slept in the third shift yesterday, and it's even harder to wake her up now.
Jing Shui held the strong tea that Lu Yi asked her to prepare early in the morning, and did not put it down, staring wide-eyed at the tug of war between the two.
Lu Yi persevered and called for a stick of incense before Murong Shuqing had no choice but to turn around, closed his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Lv Yi?!" What happened to this girl today? So determined to wake her up.
Finally got a reaction, Lu Yi secretly sighed in relief, afraid that she would fall asleep again, and quickly said: "Today is the first day of coming to Qi Mansion, it's time to say goodbye."
"Please?" Chaos's brain took a long time to remember that there were rules for greetings. I really don't like this kind of greeting in the morning and evening. When she was at Murong's house, she had already abolished it. If it wasn't for Lu Yi's reminder today, she would be really rude.
"Oh, good." Murong Shuqing sat up lazily, his eyes were tightly closed and he refused to open them.
Green Yi smiled and picked up the towel and wiped her face. Then he helped her stand up, put on a lavender dress for her, and then casually tied a bun, and neatly tidied it up. During this time, Murong Shuqing kept her eyes tightly closed and said nothing, as if she was asleep and let Lu Yi take care of it, she was stunned when she saw the clean water next to her. Could it be that the young lady can fall asleep while standing
After confirming again that there is no problem, Lu Yi said in Murong Shuqing's ear with satisfaction, "Miss, it's alright."
"Yeah." Lazily replied, Murong Shuqing opened his eyes reluctantly. Water Purifier quickly sent her strong tea to refresh her. She took a big mouthful. The bitter taste and strong tea fragrance finally brought her back a little bit of energy. Murong Shuqing said weakly, "Let's go."
Although it was only after eight o'clock in the morning, the sun was already very bright. Fortunately, it was already autumn. When Murong Shuqing came to the main hall slowly and leisurely, it was already late, and from a distance, he saw some people sitting inside.
Lu Yi gently pulled the corner of Murong Shuqing's clothes and whispered, "Miss, here we are."
Patting her face to make herself a little more awake, Murong Shuqing cheered up, gave her a reassuring look, and walked into the inner hall.
Entering the inner hall, just standing still, Lu Yi took a step forward, half-kneeled to salute, and said softly, "Greetings to the old man, the old lady, the uncle, the aunt, the young master, and the young lady."
"Get up."
Lu Yi deliberately spoke slowly, so that she could know who was who. Murong Shuqing glanced up. Compared with last night, there were two more people next to the main seat. The man was in his fifties, slightly thin and long. The eyebrows were drawn into the temples, the beard was hanging down to the chest, the woman's face was like a full moon, she was rich, and she looked very friendly. The two should be Murong Shuqing's uncle and aunt.
After pretending to straighten her dress, Murong Shuqing slightly bent her knees and said, "Grandpa, grandmother, uncle, auntie, good morning."
"Okay, let's get up." Before Murong Shuqing finished salute, He Xiangjun asked her to get up and asked her to sit beside him.
After the two little guys watched Murong Shuqing sit down, they sweetly said in unison, "Morning, Sister Shuqing!" They secretly made faces with her.
Murong Shuqing replied with a smile, "Morning!" Seeing two funny little babies early in the morning made her mood much better.
He Xiangjun took Murong Shuqing's hand and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?" The older Murong Shuqing became, the more like Yue'er, looking at her always reminded her of her daughter twenty years ago, at that time Yue'er , is also Shaohua.
Murong Shuqing smiled and replied, "Very good." She would be better off if she didn't get up early in the morning to greet her.
Wu Mei looked at Murong Shuqing for a long time before tsk tsk said, "I haven't seen you for three years. Shuqing has grown up and become so beautiful that we almost don't recognize him." , Is this gentle and delicate girl in front of you Murong Shuqing? She still remembers the naughty act of splashing her skirt all over her body back then.
Faced with words that were not considered a compliment, Murong Shuqing had no choice but to laugh twice and replied, "Thank you for your compliment."