The Seventh Prince of Qingsi Palace was really generous. Xie Wangzhi was just a little maid in the Imperial Food Bureau. When she arrived at the palace, the charcoal was silver charcoal, the candles were white candles, and the room where she lived alone was decorated not much different from her boudoir in Xie's mansion. She was puzzled, but it had been so many days. She didn't ask at the time. If she asked again, it would seem hypocritical. She could only stay there with a little trepidation.
But this candle is really good. It won't dazzle your eyes even if it is lit all night. Xie Wangzhi has been embroidering purses by candlelight these days. Today, only a little bit of the finishing touch is left on the two purses, but he doesn't feel his eyes sore at all.
After finishing the last stitch on the purse in her hand, she looked at it in the candlelight. She was quite satisfied with the embroidery pattern, carefully put the purse into the small basket, and started to change the thread to embroider another one.
Just as I picked out the thread I was going to use and before inserting it into the needle, the window suddenly made a noise.
The nights were windy these past two days, and perhaps the window was not closed tightly and was blown by the wind. Xie Wangzhi did not pay much attention and continued to search in the small basket. She twisted out a strand of thread and pressed the thread end with her fingertips. The window made another noise, and it was heavier than the last time. It did not sound like the wind was blowing, but rather like being knocked.
Xie Wangzhi was stunned for a while, put down her needlework, crouched down and moved to the window, hiding under the window, breathing unconsciously lightened. She stared at the window paper, waiting to see what would pop up.
There were no female officials in Qingsi Palace who set the rules, but it was not an exaggeration to say that the situation in the palace was well-organized. The palace servants were well-trained and only focused on doing what they were supposed to do. They didn't even talk much. Xie Wangzhi really couldn't think of anyone who would be so bold and bored to come to her in the middle of the night and knock on the window in such a funny way.
She didn't know who he was, and she had a feeling that he was trying to scare her. She was in a hurry to embroider her purse, so she couldn't help but feel annoyed. She thought, if the person knocking on the window didn't show up, it would be fine. But if he dared to show up, she would...
Before Xie Wangzhi finished thinking about what to do after the word "just", a dark shadow suddenly appeared behind the window paper. The room was brighter than outside, so the shadow was not obvious, and was vaguely cast on the window paper, with a shadowy edge, narrow and short, like a small stick.
The shadow moved close to the window paper and knocked a few times, neither lightly nor heavily. It was the same sound as before.
Xie Wangzhi stared at the faint black shadow, and suddenly stood up, opened the window, and reached out to grab it...
… I caught something furry and strip-shaped, with a soft and tough end, like a thick pad of flesh.
A dark cat head poked out from behind the window, a pair of amber eyes staring straight at her, and the tips of its ears trembled twice. Meiqiu looked innocent and meowed.
The boy holding the cat also had an innocent look on his face. He held the coal briquettes in one hand and held the front paws of the cat in the other hand. He patted Xie Wangzhi’s palm and said, “Why did you open the window suddenly? You almost hit my head.”
The window was opened with great force just now, and the window frame made a dull sound. If the window frame hit someone's head, it would definitely make a hole. Xie Wangzhi was annoyed at being disturbed, but it was Changsheng who knocked on the window, so she didn't even think about whether she was annoyed or not. She quickly apologized and looked around: "Why are you here? This is Qingsi Palace, it's already this time... How did you get in?"
"I just sneaked in like this." Changsheng was vague, "Let me in?"
The current social atmosphere is open, but no matter how open it is, it is not enough to let a young man sneak into the bedroom. Xie Wangzhi hesitated a little, then thought that this is Qingsi Palace, and Changsheng will not do anything anyway. If someone sees or catches them, both of them will be finished. She no longer cares about the gender barrier and nodded: "I'll go open it for you..."
Before she finished speaking, Meiqiu meowed in obvious anger. Xie Wangzhi only saw a black shadow coming towards her, and stumbled two steps before catching the black cat. Meiqiu flicked its long tail on her arm, turned its head sharply towards the window, as if it wanted to scratch Changsheng.
The young man who had just thrown the cat into the house was not panicked at all. While Xie Wangzhi was still not reacting, he supported and grabbed the window frame with one hand, jumped onto the window, held the window with one hand, and stretched his legs down.
This set of movements was very efficient. In just a few breaths, Changsheng jumped down from the window. He turned around and closed the window to block out the wind and moonlight outside.
He himself did not think there was anything wrong, and he had jumped out of the window more than once or twice, but he had a pretty face and a slender figure, and this back and forth made him look quite romantic, with a smile on his face, and a handful of gold in his light amber eyes. When the window was open, Changsheng was full of romanticism, and when the window was closed, he was a young man who had accidentally entered the dream of a boudoir.
If someone saw this, I wonder how many noble ladies in Chang'an City would have to wait by the window every night, waiting for this young man to come and take a turn.
But Xie Wangzhi was obviously not one of them. Changsheng's jump through the window was indeed incredibly beautiful and smooth, but she was just terrified: "… Why did you jump out of the window? I will open the door for you, what if you sprain your ankle?"
"I wouldn't even sprain my ankle by climbing out the window." Changsheng sat down at the table and answered his previous question, "There's nothing going on in the music hall these two days. I'm free anyway, so I thought of coming to see you when I passed by."
"Why are you coming to see me?"
Changsheng crossed his legs at the table, resting his elbows on his knees, his chin half supported by his palms, and smiled: "I missed you."
Xie Wangzhi wanted to say something to him, but when she heard this, her face suddenly turned red. This was a common saying, and friends should say it to each other, but when it came out of Changsheng's mouth and the four words floated into her ears, she always felt a little subtle and strange, like a branch with new leaves, and the fluffy tips of the leaves touched her heart.
She pursed her lips, her eyes drifted back and forth a few times, then she lowered her head and pretended to adjust her clothes: "Then I miss you too."
She stretched out her hand to adjust her clothes, but as soon as she loosened her grip, Coal Ball immediately jumped out of her arms, ran all the way to Changsheng's side, and pawed at Changsheng's trouser legs. Changsheng held its neck and flicked it on the cat's head, causing Coal Ball to lean back and its ears to lie flat.
Xie Wangzhi didn't notice what the man and the cat were doing, so he walked over and sat down at the table like Changsheng did: "By the way, I haven't seen you before, what have you been doing during this time?"
"I'm composing music in the music studio." Changsheng said truthfully, "I should play a piece of music at the Qianqiu Festival."
"The Thousand Autumn Festival? Isn't it something that happens in March?"
"Yes." Changsheng touched the coal ball vigorously from the back of his head to his back before letting it go. "It's not that easy to compose music. You have to see if it fits the guzheng. It takes a lot of effort. I started composing it before the New Year, and it's almost done now."
Xie Wangzhi could play the lyre, but he was not proficient in music and did not know much about it. He could only follow Changsheng's words: "Is that so? Thank you for your hard work."
"Not bad." Thinking of the song he had composed, Changsheng suddenly smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes for a moment, but when he looked up at Xie Wang, it was not obvious, he was still smiling, "What about you, what did you do?"
"I didn't do anything, just ate and slept. It was no different from being in the Shangshi Bureau. I even cooked less." Xie Wangzhi was telling the truth. She thought for a moment and stood up. "By the way, I embroidered a purse for you."
She walked straight to the couch without pretending to be shy. Changsheng was too lazy to avoid this unnecessary suspicion, so he followed her to the couch and stood there, watching the girl take out a purse from the small basket.
"Here, this is it." Xie Wangzhi placed the purse in his palm, held it with both hands and handed it over, looking at the young man in front of him expectantly. For some reason, he felt a little shy. "I told you last time that the one I embroidered before was not delicate enough. I will embroider a new one for you when I have time. There are not many things to do in Qingsi Palace these two days, so I don't need you... I thought of taking this opportunity to embroider one."
She pursed her lips and her voice became softer. "What do you think?"
"It looks good." Changsheng answered immediately, and then took the purse from Xie Wangzhi's hand.
To be fair, Xie Wangzhi's embroidery skills are average, and it would be humiliating to compare her with the embroiderers from Gusu Embroidery Workshop. However, her ideas are ingenious and the patterns are beautifully depicted, which are more spiritual than the embroiderers' exquisite and monotonous patterns.
Like the previous one, this purse also had a dark green base, which matched the round-necked robe on Changsheng. This time, the embroidery on it was a bit freehand, with black lines vaguely outlining the silhouette of a squatting black cat with a long tail dragging, which looked like a coal ball at first glance.
Changsheng stroked the black cat's back and asked, "Is Coal Ball so thin?"
"... Um," Xie Wangyi choked, looked at the black cat on the ground whose hind legs could hardly scratch behind its ears, then looked at Changsheng and said with difficulty, "It's not fat, it's just fluffy."
Changsheng couldn't help but smiled, then he hung the purse on his waist neatly: "Thank you, I have two purses now."
"Two?" Xie Wangzhi felt strange, "Nothing else?"
"No."
Xie Wangzhi thought about it and smiled: "Because I don't like to use a purse..."
"No." Changsheng interrupted her, leaned over slightly, looked into the girl's eyes, and said softly, "Because before you, no one sent me."
He looked at Xie Wangzhi, and Xie Wangzhi looked at him as well. He could clearly see his own little self in those light amber eyes, as if he was looking at the bewildered girl inside. Being so close, Xie Wangzhi suddenly found that the gold in Changsheng's eyes was more obvious than before. The lower part seemed like molten gold, so bright that it made her heart tremble.
She suddenly became nervous and turned away, saying as if to cover up: "...Is that so. Don't stand. It's tiring. Sit down."
There was only one couch, and Changsheng wondered where he could sit, but he didn't say it out loud. He just pretended to be interested in the small basket for needles and thread and went over to take a look.
When he took a look, he actually found something.
It was also a purse, with a blue background. The embroidery pattern was not yet complete, and it needed a few stitches to finish the edge, but the embroidery pattern was clearly visible, an eagle with its wings spread. The eagle pattern could be used by both men and women, but it was usually used by men. Changsheng took a look and saw that the purse on Xie Wangzhi's waist was embroidered with orchids, which girls like.
"This purse is embroidered beautifully." He had a feeling something was wrong, so he took the purse and asked casually, "Is it embroidered for your brother?"
Xie Wangzhi didn't have time to stop Changsheng, and watched him take the purse, but couldn't take it by force, because it would seem too stingy, and she was also being evasive. She glanced at Changsheng, and she didn't have any thoughts at first, but in front of him, she felt uneasy, as if she didn't want him to know.
She didn't know what was going on, so after a while, she said honestly, "... No, it's for His Highness the Seventh Prince."
The author has something to say: Shura Field (self-inflicted)
Changsheng: I haven't had my period for more than ten days, and you're embroidering purses for others. I'll sell it within three days...
(I heard Wang Zhi ask who it was embroidered for)
Changsheng: …
Changsheng: That won’t work either!!! (Stabs himself)
Some people are still committing suicide, but we all know that their vest is shaky and will soon be broken (.) Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated me with nutrient solution~
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