Kind of cumbersome. But at this moment, she was sitting on the carriage moving forward, with a small stove filled with charcoal fire in her hand, and beside her was the sweetly smiling Miss Qianjin. She suddenly felt that she had become more and more used to this ancient life.
Not aware of her trance, Shi Huiru stroked her hair unnaturally, and said, "Today, let's go to the Liangju to listen to the music. I heard that Yang Shizi recently wrote a play for them. It sounds very good."
Yu Linglong came back to her senses, smiled faintly, and it was naturally Yang Huanian who could make Shi Huiru run to join the show in the cold.
Seeing the clear smile on Yu Linglong's face, Shi Huiru blushed and emphasized emphatically, "It really sounds good."
Yu Linglong suppressed a smile: "Of course it sounds nice."
Shi Huiru lowered her head slightly, her ears turned red with embarrassment, and she played with the silk ribbon on her belt with her fingers, showing a typical young girl's demeanor.
It was only then that Yu Linglong discovered that Shi Huiru was wearing a silver-red silk engraved silk dress with double stalks and colorful halo Jinliu fairy dress, and a red gold phoenix-tailed agate tassel on her head. .
It can be seen that she has deliberately dressed up, probably hoping to meet Yang Huanian today.
Yu Linglong withdrew the meaningful smile on her face and changed the subject. She pointed to a scroll beside Shi Huiru and said, "What did you bring?"
Shi Huiru hurriedly picked up the scroll, but didn't open it to read, but her face became even redder.
She was always cheerful, but this time she was surprisingly coy: "...I didn't dare to go alone, so I had to drag you to help me strengthen my courage. For a while, you are not allowed to laugh at me."
Yu Linglong was both curious and amused when she heard it, but she also vaguely guessed that Shi Huiru was dressed like this and brought some things, she must have finally plucked up the courage to confess to someone Yang.
I really didn't expect that she, Yu Linglong, would one day accompany a little girl to do such a thing.
Soon, the carriage arrived at Raoliang Residence. The street outside was a bit deserted, but here it was very lively. The upstairs and downstairs were already full of guests. On the stage, a girl in a pink spring shirt had a charming posture and a melodious voice. A word is being sung.
"Falling flowers fly away in the wind, but the old branches are still first. The moon must eventually be round again. Round, the moon is full and people are not round. When the beauty of the face changes, when will you be a young man again."
Shi Huiru pulled Yu Linglong's hand, walked upstairs to the private room, and said softly while walking: "This is Yang Shizi's words."
Yu Linglong didn't know much about the meaning of the ancient words, she just felt that the words were sung charmingly and sadly, it didn't seem like a man's doing, but it had a bit of a boudoir atmosphere.
When they were seated in the private room, Xiao Er brought hot tea, and the girl on the stage sang another song "Zhe Gui Ling".
"Lazy Chao Yuanshi plays Go. Ask the fairy why he is fighting, but the woodcutter forgets to return. The hole locks Qingxia, the ax and Ke are dead, and the situation is still confused. The waves are rolling in the mulberry fields, and the sea dust is flying. Just hold the cup, drink wine Without touching my lips, the sun is flat again!"
The words of this song are sonorous, and when sung by a woman, it feels like pearls and jade falling on a plate, it is pleasant to the ear without losing its momentum. Before the lingering sound fell, the audience was already full of applause.
Shi Huiru rested her chin on her right hand, looked downstairs in a daze, and said in a low voice, "Linglong, what do you think of this word?"
Yu Linglong paused, and said, "It sounds like you're feeling depressed, is Shizi Yang in a bad mood?"
Shi Huiru sighed: "I don't know, I haven't seen him for a while."
Yu Linglong remained silent, the stage had been replaced by another older woman, holding a jade board, singing a cheerful little tune, but she no longer had the heart to appreciate it.
Yang Huanian is the son of the prince of Changting, with a bright future, why does he stay at home all the time, devoting himself to poetry and poetry? But in his poems, there is a feeling of depression and frustration, as if this kind of sensual life is not what he wants, but his talent cannot be displayed.
Yu Linglong looked at Shi Huiru thoughtfully, would a man like Yang Huanian be willing to marry an ordinary and innocent wife and lead a peaceful and calm life
Shi Huiru always liked to talk and joke, but today he was uncharacteristically, sometimes worried, sometimes nervous, and from time to time he adjusted the hairpin ring on his head with his hands, or smoothed the wrinkles on the corners of his clothes, looking restless.
After a while, the shop waiter came in and said with a smile, "Miss, the son is leaving."
Shi Hui stood up eagerly, handed the waiter two ingots of silver, thanked the waiter hastily, picked up the scroll in hand, pulled Yu Linglong and walked out.
Yu Linglong followed her downstairs, and happened to run into Yang Huanian who had just come out at the gate.
Yang Huanian was dressed in a royal blue brocade robe with cloud patterns, with a dark blue belt about four fingers wide around his waist, and a shiny white jade bat jade pendant hanging from it, making his face like a crown jade, handsome and elegant.
At this moment when he saw Shi Huiru and Yu Linglong, he couldn't help being slightly startled, his eyes stayed on Yu Linglong for a moment, and then he showed a polite smile: "Miss Shi, Miss Yu, are you coming to the show too? "
Shi Huiru's round face was bright red, her eyes looked at Yang Huanian brimmingly, almost dripping water, even Yu Linglong was secretly startled, the girl's burst of light made her look unreal.
Shi Huiru took a few steps forward and said softly, "Young Master Yang, your writing is really good."
Yang Huanian moved his steps imperceptibly, distanced himself from the two of them, and said, "Miss Shi deserves the prize."
Shi Huiru didn't notice Yang Huanian's deliberate alienation. She held the scroll in her hand, as if she mustered up the courage for a long time before she held it up to Yang Huanian: "Young Master Yang, I drew a picture, can you please teach me a little bit?"
Yang Huanian glanced at Shi Huiru, and then his eyes fell on Yu Linglong who was silent behind her. There seemed to be a complex look in his eyes, but in an instant he returned to indifference.
"Miss Shi is too polite, Mr. Yang has little talent and learning, how can he be advising?"
Having said that, Yang Huanian didn't intend to take the scroll at all. Shi Huiru waited for a while, but Yang Huanian reached out to take it, and couldn't help but blushed even more, as if he was about to bleed.
She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, she opened the scroll with a bang!
The late autumn wind blew over coldly, blowing the scroll and trembling slightly, I saw on the long scroll, a tall and handsome young man was drawn impressively, with clear eyebrows and eyes, and a faint smile on his lips, it turned out to be exactly the same. Yang Huanian!
Yu Linglong also had to admire Shi Huiru's boldness. In ancient times, women like her who took the initiative to confess their feelings to men should be very rare. Yu Linglong couldn't imagine what kind of power was supporting this petite girl. Draw a portrait of your sweetheart stroke by stroke, and then present it to the other party.
Yang Huanian just glanced at it, and the smile on his face disappeared. His long eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and the politeness just now was gone in his voice, only alienation remained: "This painting is well done, but please forgive me. As the eldest daughter of the boudoir, she really shouldn't draw such a portrait!"
The face that was still red just now suddenly turned pale without blood, Shi Huiru could hardly believe her ears, her small body was trembling in the cold wind, like a fallen leaf about to be blown away.
"Young Master Yang, you... what did you say?"
Yang Huanian took a deep look at Yu Linglong, then shifted his gaze to Shi Huiru, but it gradually became cold: "I mean, Miss Shi, your thoughts are in vain."
Her slender arms trembled violently, and Shi Huiru said tremblingly, "You... you don't want it?"
Yang Hua raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is this painting for me?"
Shi Huiru was speechless, but nodded emphatically.
Yang Huanian paused, and reached out to take the scroll from her hand.
Shi Huiru was overjoyed, and just about to say something, she saw Yang Huanian forcefully tore the scroll in half!
Throwing the broken drawing paper in his hand on the ground, Yang Huanian said in a deep voice: "It's a disaster to keep this painting, why don't I destroy it for Miss Shi!"
Shi Huiru's complexion suddenly turned ashen and depressed. She knelt down slowly and picked up the picture scroll that she had carefully drawn but was torn into pieces. Tears finally rolled down uncontrollably.
She spent countless painstaking efforts and time to draw this person whom she had been thinking about, but in an instant, the phantom was shattered, and all her efforts were in vain.
Seeing Shi Huiru's crying face, Yu Linglong frowned slightly, and raised her hand to block Yang Huanian's way.
"What? Are you leaving just like that?" She raised her delicate eyebrows and looked at Yang Huanian.
She didn't have any impression of this Changting Hou Shizi, but seeing Shi Hui's heartbroken appearance, she didn't want to let this man who was elegant on the surface but cold on the inside go away.
Presumably he did not expect that she would block his way, Yang Huanian was slightly taken aback, and stopped in his tracks.
Staring at Yu Linglong's delicate and charming face, Yang Huanian asked in a low voice, "May I ask Miss Yu Si, what advice do you have?"
Yu Linglong lowered her arms and said coldly: "I want you to pay for her painting."
Even if Yang Huanian refused to accept Shi Huiru's wishes, he shouldn't tear up the painting she worked so hard on.
Is it great to be liked? What right did he have to tear up her painting and break her heart!
Yang Huanian lowered his eyes and looked at Shi Huiru who was squatting on the ground, hugging her shoulders and curling up. Although it was only from the back, anyone could tell at a glance that she was crying, silently but heartbroken.
The coldness all over the sky melted unconsciously.
Yang Huanian looked at Yu Linglong, this cold-faced girl stood proudly in the cold wind,