Year 276 of the Nine States Calendar. Yu Lihan closed.
Jiujiang hussar manor. The plaque that had just been replaced was shining brightly in the night. The orange-red flames from the lanterns seemed to light up the entire street. Today was the day Yi Juntian was conferred the title of Marquis of the Flying Cavalry of Jiujiang. It was also the 18th birthday of Yi Shuimei, Yi Juntian's beloved daughter.
In the afternoon, Yi Shuimei had just received a bun ceremony. At this banquet, Yi Juntian was busy chatting with his colleagues and left her to the side. Because of this, she could be more casual.
The hall was brightly lit. She sat on the head of the table, but it was as if she was nestled on a couch. The shadow of the lights fell on her body, as if she was covered in a layer of dark light. Yi Shuimei's appearance was originally very otherworldly, but at this moment, it was not as eye-catching as when she received the gift. She did not seem like the host of this banquet anymore. And she was happy and at ease. He only occasionally picked up the glass cup and drank the sake that was meant to congratulate her on her birthday.
The bright red dress seemed to form a stark contrast with her silence at the moment. The loneliness of prosperity under the prosperity.
The wine was very light. It was like her previous life. She was born into a noble family, but it was also very plain. Perhaps she was a little tired of such days. She kept smiling. Her smile was beautiful.
Suddenly, the gatekeeper rushed in and was busy looking for Yi Juntian's shadow. Once he found it, he rushed towards him.
That person was a little reckless, or rather, he looked flustered. Yi Juntian was a little unhappy. His eyebrows twitched slightly. Just as he was about to flare up, he saw that person whisper a few words to Yi Juntian, and he was overjoyed. It seemed that he was enjoying it.
He whispered to the guests around him,"Jun Tian is going to pick up an important guest. Please wait a moment."”His appearance suddenly became even more mighty and high-spirited. His sword-like eyebrows shook as if he was about to rush out of the clouds.
The person he welcomed in was an elegant young master. The young master was wearing a long robe that was as pale as the sky. There was a very small jade ring at his waist. There were no other decorations. He raised his hand and waved at the servant. His face revealed an innate proud smile, like a proud son of heaven. He walked into the lively hall while chatting with Yi Juntian.
Many people saw this young master and were surprised. At the same time, they wanted to salute him. He smiled faintly and said softly,"Hehe, it seems that I came a little abruptly. Everyone, continue, continue.”His voice was so gentle, but it carried an undeniable dignity.
Many people were stunned. The banquet seemed to have stopped for a moment the moment he entered, and then everything continued as usual.
Yi Juntian invited him to the head. The young master smiled." I'm just a guest who came by myself. Take care of yourself. You go and do your work."”Yi Juntian smiled and looked at his daughter. Yes, his daughter was leaning against the young master. It was unknown if that young master was coincidentally sitting there or if Yi Shuimei was so eye-catching. Yi Juntian smiled, indicating for his daughter to entertain the young master on his behalf. Then, he left again and continued to chat with the guests.
Yi Shuimei, who was smiling without saying a word, attracted the young master's attention. The distance between the two seats allowed one to observe carefully, let alone the two of them being next to each other. He carefully enjoyed Yi Shuimei's smile. It was as if she could see the sneer behind the faint smile, even though she hid it well, even though the dim lights had drawn the curtains.
It was a kind of coldness after the hustle and bustle, so cold that it was scary. That kind of coldness seemed to think that the person who had seen through was blaspheming, and that the soul of that person had to be stunned to atone for the sin of frivolity. The coldness was her own, but it didn't seem like it.
The young master seemed to be a little curious, so he raised his wine cup and said to Yi Shuimei,""I heard that today is Young Lady's birthday.”
Yi Shuimei smiled, still as polite as ever. Then, she drank the wine without anything special, as if she was unwilling to say anything. However, that young master was not so cold. He quickly blended into the atmosphere of the banquet and continued,"Young Lady's imposing manner is extraordinary, I would like to ask for Young Lady's name.”
"Yi Shuimei." She only spat out these few words lightly, as if she was unwilling to answer, but she did not refuse. The color of the lights perfectly concealed her expression.
Her voice was very soft. It was unknown whether the young master had not heard her clearly or he was deliberately teasing her."Oh? Shui Mei? Wouldn't calling her Shui Mei be more soul-stirring?”He smiled. His smile seemed to make Yi Shuimei feel a little frivolous.
Yi Shuimei's voice suddenly turned cold, as if it had passed through the icy rock,"The water is the orchid of Linchuan, not the water of the mortal world of Qin Lou Chu Guan. Please respect me, Young Master."
The young master was still smiling, as if he didn't care. Yi Shuimei was a little confused. A thought flashed through her mind: "He is definitely not an ordinary person. His speech is not ordinary, so why did he speak lightly of me? Why is he still smiling when I answer him like this?”
In fact, that young master's words were far from being frivolous, just frivolous.
At this moment, Yi Juntian brought the cup back, but he saw that the two of them did not say anything, which seemed to be a little unexpected. Seeing his daughter treat the young master like this, he was quite displeased. "Shuimei, give Young Master a toast." Yi Juntian said.”
Yi Shuimei toasted him, but her face was expressionless. The young master drank it, but the two of them didn't seem to have anything to say. The young master was also deep in thought. The two of them held the glass cups and froze for a moment.
Yi Juntian seemed to feel that Yi Shuimei's actions had hurt his face. Just as he was about to open his mouth to scold her, that young master had already seen the subtle changes in his expression.
"Jun Tian, it seems that Shui Mei and I drank too much just now." Shui Mei, can you accompany me to the courtyard for a walk?”As he spoke, he pretended to be drunk and leaned slightly towards Yi Shuimei. He seemed to be leaning a little, but in fact, he was using his elbow to support himself on the armrest.
Yi Juntian was stunned when he heard the young master's words. He thought,""So Young Master is already so familiar with Shui Mei…Sigh, it seems that I'm really old.”The reason why Yi Juntian thought this way was because that person had casually called her Shui Mei and not Miss Yi.
Of course, the most direct answer was that after the young master finished speaking, he held Yi Shuimei's hand and walked out. He was natural and unrestrained, as if no one was around.
Compared to the main hall, the courtyard lacked the blurry colors of the seven-colored glazed lamp. It was just a touch of the bright moon, but it made people's hearts much clearer.
There was no one else in the courtyard other than them. Yi Shuimei stopped after taking two steps out. The young master also smiled and let go. He was not drunk at all. Everything was so natural. He did not look back at her and urged her to follow him with his eyes.
Yi Shuimei slowly said," Shuimei, thank you for helping me out…" Her voice was a little more shy than before. Perhaps this favor was more difficult for her to accept than the joke.
The young master chuckled and said," Hehe, it's nothing to me. Besides, this hall is too noisy and I don't like it. It's even better to be able to stand by the river with a beauty like you under the bright moon." What thanks?" A few simple words were enough to expose her worries. As he spoke, he looked up at the bright moon. Their shadows were reflected on the slowly fluctuating lotus pond. The shadows were blurry, as if they were in a dream.
" He seems to be smiling all the time, so natural..." Yi Shuimei also captured all of this, and a multi-dimensional impression of this young master that she had met by chance condensed in her mind.
The young master slowly turned around and stared at Yi Shuimei's standing body. He asked softly,"Miss, can you dance for me?”
His voice suddenly became solemn. All of a sudden, it broke the image of the frivolous young master in Yi Shuimei's heart. For some reason, she nodded. She found it unbelievable, but she immediately opened her mouth to cover up all the changes. She tried her best to return to her previous coldness and said coldly,"Shui Mei thanked Young Master with a dance.”
Her voice was like a prelude to music. Just as her voice gradually faded away, she turned her toes and danced her entire slender body.
That was why the young master could see her face more clearly. Her slender eyebrows, tired almond-shaped eyes, the corners of her mouth that seemed to be slightly arrogant, and her well-defined jaw perfectly outlined the details of this proud and aloof woman.
The wind brushed past the skin on both sides of her cheeks, lifting her wide sleeves, and perfectly fitting everything.
Her long sleeves were like the afterglow from the sky. They fluttered in the breeze, dyeing the air with a hint of sweetness. It was just right. The wind spread this alluring sweetness. The young master looked at her spinning body. He raised his arms and the moment his toes danced, he was like a butterfly that had broken out of its cocoon and raised its beautiful wings.
Her frail body was like a delicate butterfly, and her frailty added to her beauty as she shuttled through the wind.
The redness spread and blurred the young master's vision. There seemed to be countless falling petals in front of him, but this was also his illusion.
The tassels rose and glided over her temples. Her steps gradually slowed down. She stopped dancing and let her skirt fall casually and get stained with mud. She let Guangxiu support her on the ground. The dance ended.
The two of them stood by the water's edge, motionless. The air seemed to freeze. The young master looked at Yi Shuimei. Yi Shuimei, who stood still, was like a fairy. Her dancing figure just now was still in his eyes. All of this overlapped and formed a stunning picture.
After a long time, the young master said," In the past, Hong Xiu of Green Square thought that she could return the favor with a dance. Who knew that she would give up her entire life?" Today, Miss's dance is not inferior to the rumored Hong Xiu. And our affection is not just limited to a dance?”
Yi Shuimei was stunned. She seemed to be immersed in these words. It was unknown whether she did not want to speak or something else.
At this moment, the young master smiled again." Just now, when Miss danced, my eyes swayed like falling Buddhist flowers. Now that I'm missing the falling flowers, isn't it letting down this wind and moon?”As he said this, he gently folded his right sleeve, and a stream of clear air was sucked into his sleeve. It seemed that he did not make any unnecessary movements. His right hand unfolded the folding fan that he had been holding all this while. With a gentle twist of his wrist, the folding fan flew towards Yi Shuimei like a colorful butterfly. With this movement, a gust of wind rose. This wind was very gentle, but it swept up the petals on the lakeside. The petals of Begonia and Narcissus filled it for a moment. The red and white mixed colors seemed to fall from the sky, scattered and scattered, but it was just right. The scattered petals circled in her clothes and refused to leave.
Yi Shuimei was shocked by this sudden turn of events. She couldn't tell whether she was happy or shocked. Just as she reached out to stop the young master, the folding fan flew into her hand as if it had opened its eyes.
She opened her folding fan, and on it was a painting of a narcissus. The narcissus was in full bloom, just like the red dress she was wearing.
As she recalled every detail of their meeting, she couldn't help but ask herself in her heart,""Is he frivolous or elegant?”
At this moment, he had already walked far away without even looking back. She was about to say something. However, he heard the young master's voice coming from afar."My beauty is in the river."
This voice was so soft, it seemed like he was just casually picking up the romantic atmosphere around him, but it was deeply imprinted in Yi Shuimei's heart.
"My beauty is in the river."
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