There were four emerald green warm jade cups quietly placed on the table, which Tian Zhan brought over to her for tea that day and night, and they were kept here all the time.
This cup cannot be said to be priceless, but it is exquisitely carved. Four pieces of clear green jadeite are used to carve it into several elegant colors of "plum, orchid, chrysanthemum, and bamboo". It is exquisite, delicate and pleasing to the eye. thing.
Qing Chen was afraid of being damaged, so he didn't dare to leave them anywhere, so he cleaned them carefully, and after packing them, he planned to find someone to take them away.
A day of autumn rain made the sky much darker, and the wind and clouds moved the gray sky. Occasionally, a few green leaves could not resist the wind and rain, and fell on the propped up purple bamboo oil umbrella, covering the exquisite orchids painted by the craftsman, but it was rainy.
She lowered her head and walked slowly through the promenade, which was originally sparsely decorated with flowers and trees, and saw the wisteria flowers scattered all over the place. The fragrance in the past was faint, but the fragrance was gone. Winding along the nine-curved corridor, there were little stars left. With the last beauty.
She stood in the corridor for a while, looked up at the raindrops, and was suddenly touched by something in her heart.
At the end of the corridor not far away, someone stood with his hands behind his back, on the white jade-carved lotus arch bridge leading to the Ningcui Pavilion, quietly looking at the drizzle like her. The blue shirt, as always, seemed to be a ray of sunshine coming out of the clouds, but for some reason, there was a little melancholy that could not be concealed in the autumn rain.
Qing Chen hesitated, but Ye Tianzhan turned around the moment she looked over and looked at her.
Not far nor close, neither of them moved, they looked at each other silently across Xianyu Lake. For a while, it seemed that only the slight sound of rain could be heard around, and a vague curtain spread across the entire world.
An inexplicable feeling of sadness came suddenly, the paper umbrella held in Qing Chen's hand shook lightly, a wisteria flower slipped quietly, and fell gently into the rain.
The first time I saw Li Tang, it was on such a rainy day, the moment he lowered his head to help her pick up the notes, his smile stayed in her heart for a long time. She really wanted to find Li Tang now and ask him, what was the reason for the smile you had at that time, at that frozen moment, was it just because you met me, or something else.
Is this your past life? So am I the me of this life, or the past life, the one I hate, or the one I love
Ye Tianzhan stared at Qing Chen coming slowly from the light smoke and light rain on the arched bridge. Under the purple bamboo umbrella, the ink and wash makeup looks like the light of the morning light, the rain falls like flowers, and the flowers twinkle like stars.
It was vaguely as if there was such a woman walking towards him in the distant unreal place, so definite but so illusory. When is this person in my heart and eyes, and I can't not think about it, can't I not see it
Was it when she played the piano on the Chuyan River and raised her eyebrows to startle everyone
Was it when she was exhausted and weak in his arms
Was it when she stood quietly thinking about the moon at dusk and under the moon
Was it when she shed tears in the leisurely jade lake and drowned her sorrows with wine
Or when she was calm and calm in the face of the emperor, Shenwei, Wenxiu
Or the moment when she saw her smiling and heroic on the white horse, and saw her beautiful eyes flowing under the lamp in the study, and the moment when she smiled.
There are thousands of beauties in the world, and three thousand are weak, but this one person seems to be destined to be like this, destined to make you helpless.
When Qing Chen raised his head from under the umbrella, a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Tianzhan's lips, just like thousands of times the sky is high and the clouds are light, boundless.
He didn't have an umbrella, and the clothes in his hair had rained a lot, but his body was not in the slightest embarrassment, his demeanor was superb and calm, like a piece of beautiful jade washed by the rain, it became more and more clear and amazing, and no one could pick out the slightest flaw.
The rain was falling more quickly than before. Qing Chen lifted the umbrella in his hand, wanting to protect him from the rain, but felt that such an action was too ambiguous, so a purple bamboo umbrella stopped between the two of them, neither high nor low. , the smooth umbrella handle can almost reflect the shadows of the two of them, unable to advance or retreat.
Ye Tianzhan looked at her with a smile, and said, "Watching the rain in the Ningcui Pavilion is also a unique sight." After saying that, he turned around and walked, Qing Chen walked quietly side by side with him.
"There are always some things busy these few days. The fourth and fifth brothers will return to the court soon, and the Ministry of Rites will start planning to reward the army. It is very complicated." As usual, Ye Tianzhan chatted with her seemingly casually. Daily affairs, like sorting out my thoughts, and I often listen to her opinions.
After so many days, I didn't feel that something was wrong, but now I feel something strange. These words were originally what the husband would only say to his wife after he had a busy day outside and came home to relax in the warm room. There are big and small things, whether it is difficult, easy, happy or annoying, there is someone listening, giving a faint caring smile, a thoughtful and soft word, it is enough to exhaust the whole day's hard work, and be content with the relative moment. Gladly.
And when he said such words to her, his wife and concubine could not hear him like this, they could only look at him from a distance with his unrestrained and unrestrained achievements, relying on his upright figure.
Seeing her staring at him in a daze, Ye Tianzhan said in a low voice, "Qing Chen?"
"Ah?" Qing Chen came back to his senses, and smiled apologetically at him: "The Ministry of Rites is in your job, isn't that even busier?"
Ye Tianzhan looked at her thoughtfully: "When Fifth Brother comes back, I can relax for a few days after I unload the errand of the Gyeonggi Division."
Qing Chen nodded and said, "It's rare for you to be free, so it's time to relax."
Ye Tianzhan said: "In late autumn, it will be a good time for horse hunting. Let's go to Yulinyuan to stay for a few days. Brother Twelve always says that your riding skills have improved a lot. Don't let him down then."
Qing Chen lowered his eyes slightly, and said to him, "Maybe I really disappointed him."
Ye Tianzhan said with a smile: "Didn't your Yuncheng beat his pursuit?"
Qing Chen shook his head: "No, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to compete with him in riding."
The smile in Ye Tianzhan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was sure of her.
Qing Chen avoided his gaze and looked at the increasingly urgent rain. On Xianyu Lake, the fading of early autumn has been faintly seen. The once-full flowers have lost their red make-up, and the torrential rain hits the remaining lotus leaves, stirring up a layer of pale green misty rain.
"I'm here to say goodbye to you." After a long silence, Qing Chen finally spoke again: "I think I should go."
The voice fell behind, and the two fell into silent silence again.