"Miss, the moon is beautiful today. Let's go to the pavilion to admire the moon." He Man giggled and walked in with a copper basin. He Zhi was combing her hair gently and meticulously.
"Girl, you want to hear a story again?”Qing Huan's lips curled up slightly. He looked out of the window. The moon was just right. It's not bad to go out for a walk. Looking at He Zhi gently scattering her long hair and letting it fall over her shoulders like a waterfall, she gave off an indescribable feeling of gentleness, like a bewitching fairy.
"Let's go to Xuan Pavilion." She glanced at the overjoyed He Man and moved her steps slightly. The edge of her light-colored dress fluttered, and a fragrance filled the air. He walked towards the light.
Beside the lotus pond stood a small pavilion, clear and majestic, as if it wanted to ride the wind and return. The surface of the wide pool was scattered with quiet and sparkling waves. There was not a single star in the solemn sky, only a full moon hanging high in the sky. Her beauty is beyond the mortal world.
Qing Huan leaned on the railing and looked up, sitting down with his sleeves open. He didn't look shy at all and looked comfortable. His eyes were misty and his thoughts were wandering. No one knew what he was thinking. Even the lively He Man seemed to be moved by the scenery and became delicate. He didn't have his usual impetuous attitude when he was serving tea and wiping the table. He Zhi stood at the side and looked at the young lady quietly. She was neither happy nor sad. Such a young child, such a deep worry. Even when she was sad, she didn't show it. No matter how happy she was, she rarely lost her composure and only smiled quietly.
"Miss, sing." He Man said carefully.
"Oh? What does He Man want to hear?" Qing Huan turned around.
"Last time, Young Miss sang something about the bright moon and the palace. I can't remember." He Man tilted her head, her eyes bright.
"Then, does He Man still remember the tune? Humph." Qing Huan had already guessed which song it was. It was probably the song " Wishing We Last Forever." However, seeing He Man's cute expression, he started to tease her.
He Man thought for a moment and blushed. She was a little embarrassed, but then she raised her head and started humming again. Her voice was clear and lively, filled with joy. Although some parts were out of tune, it sounded a little wild.
"Miss, what Heman hummed was not nice to hear.”He Man's face was red. She also saw Miss's teasing and refused to sing anymore. He just looked at Qing Huan stubbornly and didn't say anything.
Qing Huan no longer declined and turned back to look at the moon in the sky.
Her lips parted slightly, and a light singing voice flowed out.
"When will the bright moon appear? I take my wine and ask the blue sky. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to go back with the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold to be high in Qionglou Yuyu. Dancing and making clear the shadow, how can it seem to be in the world?”
His voice was like rootless duckweed, falling feathers, and the sun. They gently rose and fell.
"Turning the vermilion pavilion, the low door, shining sleepless. There is no need to hate, what long to say goodbye to the round. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has its ups and downs. It is difficult to complete this since ancient times. I hope that people will live long, thousands of miles away to share the moon.”
There was no joy or sorrow. Only a trickle of water flowed quietly and self-contained.
When Qing Huan was in university, this was her favorite song. It was already considered an old song. Loneliness, longing, but still harboring pure hope. Then, his graduation thesis was stolen by a close friend, and he almost failed to graduate. He finally understood that friendship was not a one-on-one investment. It wasn't buying government bonds, it was gambling. He might have placed a bet but got nothing.
Speaking of which, life is also a gamble. All we can do is keep betting.
It had been a long time since Qing Huan had sung such a pure expectation. Even she felt silly. However, after coming to this time and space, he was loved, pampered, and cared for. After being carefully held in everyone's hearts, he finally began to believe that the beauty of this world could still be achieved regardless of the cost.
Therefore, he could sing without any resentment or fear,"I hope that people will last forever, and we can share the moon together."
Qing Huan smiled faintly. This smile was like the reflection of the moon in the spring water. It was full of tenderness, swaying and graceful.
He Zhi and He Man were dumbfounded.
"Miss, you're so beautiful." He Man murmured foolishly. After she finished speaking, she seemed to have woken up. She covered her mouth with a red face.
Qing Huan smiled again.”She was speaking the truth. He Man was lively and a little muddle-headed. This personality reminded her of a friend called Qing Xiao in her previous life. They parted ways when they were thirteen, and met on the bus when they were twenty. They looked at each other and smiled. Qing Huan had seen many old friends who brushed past her coldly, so this smile made her feel precious. Qing Xiao told her that he was studying in D School. His grades were not good and he was only a junior college student. She had a very good boyfriend who was studying in San Francisco. A sweet feeling naturally flowed from their conversation. A word flashed in Qing Huan's mind at that time-a delicate wife. This was a girl who was like a delicate wife. She was loved in love.
Therefore, even in the face of all kinds of unpredictable and helpless life, she could still smile sweetly. It was only because she was loved that she had someone to rely on. Dodder grass was also a kind of delicate happiness. As Zhang Ailing said, if a woman had to nail a nail on the wall herself, then it would be a woman's tragedy.
The author Qing Huan disliked in his previous life was Zhang Ailing. He felt that this woman was too complicated and meticulous. For the sake of love, he could lower himself to the dust. It lacked a bit of rough vitality.
"Lotus branches and vines. It's time for you to get engaged. Do you have anyone you like? Miss will prepare a dowry for you and let you get married off in a grand manner.”Qing Huan really thought so. The gentle and quiet servants who served her mother were already past the age of marriage. In the future, if there was any fate, they would most likely be concubines or concubines. She didn't want to see the lotus branches and vines waste their good years on her. They should have their own lives.
"Miss, don't make fun of us.”The lotus branches and vines blushed together. He lowered his head and refused to look at her.
"Yo. He Man also knows how to be shy?" Qing Huan smiled." If you don't have someone you like, you can tell me what kind of family you want to find in the future." I'll keep an eye out for you."
He Zhi and He Man knew Miss's personality and knew that Miss was really planning for them. Her eyes reddened and she laughed again.
She was shy and bashful.
Qing Huan sighed in her heart. Even if she lived another life, she would never be able to possess such a girlish charm.
At this moment, a snow-white pigeon flapped its wings and landed on one of the eaves of the pavilion. Its soft white color was particularly eye-catching in the night, like the first snow that fell on the soil in early winter.
Qing Huan finished singing and waved her hand. I can go back by myself later. Thinking back, in two years, Miss will arrange for you to get married.”He thought for a moment and said," There's no need to arrange for a night watch today.”
He Zhi and He Man replied coquettishly. Miss rarely spoke in a commanding tone, but as long as it was Miss's orders, they could not be questioned or disobeyed.
There was no one around, and the night deepened. Qing Huan curled her fingers around her mouth and whistled. The pigeon flew down and landed on Qing Huan's shoulder affectionately. It even rubbed Qing Huan's cheek with its little head.
Qing Huan couldn't help but giggle. She held the pigeon in her hand and called out gently,""Chuxue." The pigeon named Chuxue cooed in response. This was a snow pigeon, the legendary descendant of a blood eagle and a spirit pigeon. It had been fed with the essence of a snow lotus since birth. His spiritual power was extraordinary and could be understood.
Qing Huan rubbed Chuxue's crop with her fingers,""Chuxue, what did Old Man Su ask you to give me?”
Chuxue seemed to understand Qing Huan's address of Old Man Su. There was a mischievous smile in his eyes. It flapped its wings, revealing a white silk strip. Qing Huan took it out and unfolded it, looking at it under the moonlight. Su Nanshan had personally written it, and the strokes were clear and strong, but each stroke was elegant.
My disciple Huan 'er:
Your Third Master's spirit is getting worse and worse, so we can't delay any longer. If you have time within three years, come and take a look. The woman your Third Master has been in love with all his life is called Suxue, and her surname is Han. If you can find it, perhaps you can turn things around.
In addition, I saw a book in the study with the name Han Lin. I must treasure it well. You are a woman, your body is too cold, you can't train. He had to find a masculine man without any foundation in internal strength. Remember. Be careful.
Take care of yourself. If you have something to ask for help, don't show off.
Teacher.
Qing Huan kept the note in her sleeve and played with Chuxue, but her heart was beating fast. A voice came from the bottom of his heart,"Get out." Get out. Get out." From a weak voice, it gradually turned into a thunderous sound that shook his eardrums. The surroundings became quieter, but a restless heart seemed to be stirring from within his body. Thump... It was as if it was going to spread to the universe.
Qing Huan knew that she wanted to leave. This kind of worry had always been there, but it was too deep and he was unwilling to leave. Especially the safety of his family and the future of his companions. And now, Baili Che's affection was added to it.
Hence, his heartbeat gradually slowed down. The voice gradually became softer.
One day, he would definitely leave, but not now.
On that day, there was no need to worry about the safety of his family, and his companions would go their separate ways. As for Baili Che, he would see if he could give up everything to accompany her. Interesting.
Qing Huan calmed down and suddenly thought of Hanlin that Su Nanshan had mentioned. Something that could make this old man so cautious and entrust it to him was definitely not an ordinary item. Since he thought of it now, he might as well go and look for it first.
Ever since Qing Lang and Qing Huan had their own courtyard, they had never used the large study in Jingxi Garden. That became his father's office. It was late at night, and his father was resting at his mother's place. There were not many people waiting on him in Jingxi Garden. The two manservants guarding the garden were sitting at the door, dozing off and drooling.
Qing Huan easily walked in with Chuxue on her shoulder. Seeing that there was no one around, she made a sound from time to time. After a few turns, he arrived at the study and was about to enter. However, he saw that a lamp was lit in the teahouse beside him.# Cancel review all: wdd201302 Time:111420185:56PM
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