A man in the hall above the peak of Qinglun stretched out his hand to touch the small ball of light surrounding him, and the light suddenly enveloped his whole body, and when he disappeared and opened his eyes, there were more unclear expressions in his eyes.
When he waved again, there was a water mirror in front of him, which reflected the face of a young man, half of his face was covered by a folding fan, and there was a frivolous but not offensive smile in his eyes.
For a moment, he was in a trance, as if he saw Mo Jingyu when he was a boy.
In the city west market.
The young man was shaking a folding fan with an inscription from an unknown master that he stole from the study room. The folding fan covered only the frivolous smile in his eyes, and the tear mole at the corner of his eye was particularly attractive. If he sees a girl from any family looking at him furtively, the boy pokes the person behind him with his elbow: "Write it down, and when we go back, we will tell Dad to take her into the room."
The servants behind him all had mournful faces. Fortunately, his young master was talking nonsense. If he really did this, the master would be able to take his skin off.
Jiang Ziyu, the eldest son of the Jiang family, was famous for his flirtatiousness in the capital when he was weak. Although he loved to tease girls, he was very willing to see girls with peachy faces.
But this prodigal son usually loves to visit romantic places, but he has never heard of any bed-warming girls in the backyard.
This made the girls in the capital fantasize even more that the prince would one day take a fancy to him and put him in the backyard.
This time, the young master, who was supposed to be honest and read the sage books in his yard, accidentally heard some talkative servant say that the new Liyuan class has a headed Huadan, and that graceful figure makes people tickle. His voice is even more captivating.
Hearing this, he was overwhelmed, and Jiang Ziyu, who wanted to see what he said, sneaked into the study again and stole the fan that Master Jiang liked the most on weekdays.
These extraneous things are naturally for others to see, and who are they to see in the house every day? Jiang Ziyu took it for granted when he took it.
The name of the eldest son of the Jiang family is known to everyone in the capital, and he is the only one who wears his favorite red dress and the tear mole. The leader of the Liyuan class has naturally done a good job when he enters the capital. Prepare, who is who and what identity has long been inquired clearly. Before entering the door, people have already greeted him respectfully: "Master."
Jiang Ziyu waved his hands to express his intention of coming: "I heard that there is a very good-looking Huadan in the Liyuan class here. This son is just here to see the world. I don't know if the class leader can ask."
This elder son is much better than those young masters, no wonder there are only rumors of romance in the capital but no other bad rumors.
The class leader in the back room didn't notice the master secretly following behind, but he stopped at the door and didn't intend to go any further. After all, Jiang Ziyu knew a little about the rules in the troupe, and it didn't make sense that he would have to force himself to get in if he didn't.
"not see."
It was a clear and bright male voice faintly coming from inside, Jiang Ziyu couldn't help but want to poke his head in to see what the other person looked like, but he couldn't see anyone coming out from inside, only faint voices and voices could be heard. Approaching footsteps.
Slowly, Jiang Ziyu saw a large piece of petals blooming layer by layer, like a peony planted on his heart, blooming layer by layer; Erliu was pasted in the shape of a moon gate, her crescent eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her phoenix eyes were slanted. Jiang Ziyu was stunned by his different style, not knowing what to say.
"Who are you?"
The sound of business is crisp and orchestral autumn. For some reason, Jiang Ziyu thought of this sentence.
It wasn't until the servant beside him tugged at his sleeve that he realized it. Seeing the person in front of him looking at him, Jiang Ziyu blushed for some reason, and hurriedly opened the fan to cover up his embarrassment and embarrassment. Feixia: "This son is Jiang Ziyu, the son of the Jiang family. Hearing that Hua Dan in the Liyuan class has a great singing voice, I wanted to come and hear how good the drama those people are touting is."
"The teahouse is in front, Shizi went to the wrong place."
"Oh oh oh." Jiang Ziyu turned around to leave, but turned back again, only this time he realized that the person in front of him was taller than himself. He hesitated for a while before asking, "Can I tell you your name?"
"It's inappropriate for Xiaomin and the eldest son to meet by name when they haven't met before, not to mention that a mere name is not worth mentioning; if the eldest son really comes to listen to the opera, go out the front door and turn left, and Xiaomin will be on stage later. I'm afraid I won't be able to take the eldest son there in person."
"It's okay, it's okay, you go, you go, I won't bother you."
Jiang Ziyu was like a dazed young man, with a smirk followed behind the terrified class leader, sat on the edge of the best seat, and waited carefully for the person he had just met to appear on stage.
He said that he was lying when he came to listen to opera. Originally, he wanted to leave after seeing each other, but after seeing it, he was a little reluctant to leave so soon. He sat on the seat and waited, and almost fell asleep. , the head is extremely low.
As soon as the soft and beautiful voice came out, it seemed that warm water flowed out like a warm current, caressing Jiang Ziyu's heart. He woke up all of a sudden, his eyes widened, and he stared blankly at the person on the stage below, who waved his sleeve up, and Jiang Ziyu always felt that the person was throwing his sleeves at him, so he couldn't help stretching out his hand A catch, but fell to a void.
Looking straight at him with clear eyes, his black eyebrows were furrowed like smoke, locked in sorrow, so frightened that Jiang Ziyu wanted to rush down to heal all the sorrows of that man. The colorful satin in the man's hand was as flexible as a hand, flying up and down, fascinating people's eyes.
After the man left the stage, everyone applauded, and Jiang Ziyu came back to his senses. He didn't even hear what the man was singing, but the figure of the other party was deeply imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't let it go for a long time.
Jiang Ziyu thought, it would be great if this person could be a girl Jiao'e, then he would immediately marry her back home.
It's a pity that the other party is a boy.
Jiang Ziyu, who had lived for more than ten years, never thought that the man he caught a glimpse of was actually a man, and he never thought that he would never forget the man since then, and his mind could not get rid of the man's demeanor on stage.
He felt like he was going crazy.
Jiang Ziyu heard that the man would perform on the flower boat during the Dragon Boat Festival, and when he even begged his sister to pull him in when he attended the little sisters' party, he was teased at the time that he was in love with spring, and he felt embarrassed about which girl he fell in love with speak out.
It's not a girl that he's sprouting, but he can't tell if he's attracted to it or not, he just wants to see that person's side again, maybe he thinks that's the same after looking at it again
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The love triangle between the silent, elegant, patriotic teacher, the uninhibited young man, the prince, and the flirtatious actor.