Song Mingyue

Chapter 115
By the time Zhao Hao returned to Jiangning, it was already the end of July in the lunar calendar.

Autumn in Jiangning is earlier than in previous years.

For those scholars and literati, it is another year of sad autumn.

Perhaps, after experiencing the rebellious autumn, the sad autumn will be more sad.

However, Jiangning City on the banks of the Qinhuai River is still as prosperous as a dream, with colorful fallen leaves, howling autumn wind, and a bustling and prosperous city.

As the sun sets, the Confucius Temple is hidden in the night, but the fragrant Qinhuai River gradually becomes brighter.Those are large and small flower boats and painting boats on the river, all of which are hung with colorful lights. The colorful lights are reflected in the dark water waves, arousing colorful bright ripples.

In this dream world intertwined with twilight and bright ripples, listening to the leisurely and intermittent sound of oars, the sound of silk and bamboo, and the laughter of girls like a yellow warbler, who can not have a colorful reverie?
The evening wind blew gently, Wang Xin frowned her slender eyebrows, and blinked her thin and thin eyelashes lightly. The slightly round cheeks that were originally slightly rounded had been reduced, adding a bit of beauty, but her extremely handsome cheeks were a little more beautiful. A little sad, a little yearning, a little self-pity.

There are many ripples on the calm river surface for no reason, as if even the river water has sensed the meaning of the sorrow that stretches between heaven and earth and is blocked in people's hearts.

The vows of the mountain alliance are still in my ears; the auspicious day is only half a month away.

When the golden osmanthus is fragrant, I will treat you with a red wedding dress, a fragrant car and a BMW... Even if it is a bamboo sedan chair, I will go with you.

The life and death agreement is broad, and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old together.

In decline, Hu Bugui?The man is empty and haggard, and the beloved will not return?

Tomorrow is August, Hu Bugui...

"My lady, let's go back... It's getting late, and the young master will come tomorrow." The maid Xiaolan couldn't bear to see Wang Xin's distraught appearance.

Wang Xin raised her head slowly, looking at a sail coming from the south, feeling confused and distressed.

If so, he is in that ship, how wonderful...

Xiaolan seemed to understand her master's intentions, and said in a low voice, "Maybe, the young master is really on that boat."

Seeing that the ship was getting closer and closer, it was an ordinary merchant ship with simple decoration, and even the sail had been patched a few times... The son of the Zhao family in Jiangning would definitely not make such a dilapidated merchant ship.

Wang Xin smiled wryly, shook her head, and was about to turn her head, but she heard Xiao Lan suddenly yelled, and couldn't help but look up.

The setting sun was slanting, and the whole merchant ship was bathed in the red rays of light. There was a tall man standing on the deck, and the rays of light behind him were extraordinarily dazzling and brilliant. , a faint afterglow.

Ambilight, elegant as jade!
Under the setting sun, the man was waving vigorously at her, happily.

"Hi!"

The familiar voice, the voice of the sun, came to her ears, like the sound of heaven, and she seemed to be infatuated in an instant.

"I'm back, how are you?"

She didn't answer, but felt her nose was sore and she was about to cry.

Seeing him urging the merchant ship to approach the shore, he said anxiously: "You go back to the mansion first, I'm afraid Madam is in a hurry, so I'll go back too."

After finishing speaking, he hurried ashore with his maid, Xiaolan, and ran towards Ruihe Garden.

When he arrived at the side gate of Ruihe Garden, he suddenly turned around again, seeing the merchant ship sailing towards the city gate, so he turned his head reluctantly.

……

Lead the horse to disembark and board the ferry.

Under the setting sun, the majestic city walls of Jiangning City lay before his eyes, which made Zhao Hao feel very kind.

On the open space at the gate of the city, that day the banners were like clouds, the halberds were like forests, and Fang La, the leader of the bandit, stood proudly on the Luanjia, showing the invincible front of the rebel army in front of Jiangning City; that day, thousands of horses were like clouds, and thousands of soldiers were like rain , Pushing countless siege equipment, swarming in, trying to destroy the city in one fell swoop.These scenes seemed to have disappeared in the blink of an eye, and traces of a large group of troops marching disappeared at the end of the sky.

Zhao Hao, Wu Song, and Zhao Dian rode their horses into the city, their hooves were like the wind, and their hearts returned like an arrow. Zhao Hao rode their horses and galloped along the street leading to the Zhao Mansion, wishing that the horses could fly with wings.

Xi Yuyu~
Suddenly, he reined in his horse and stopped abruptly. The steed neighed, raised its forward height, and finally stopped slowly. Zhao Dian and Wu Song behind them also hurriedly stopped the horse.

A beautiful figure in front, accompanied by two maidservants, was walking out of a pharmacy, slowly walking towards the carriage on the side of the road.

Still dressed in white to win the snow, with a light veil covering the face, and a slim figure, weak and tough.

The last ray of sunlight shone on the street, and the man was bathed in the afterglow, shining brightly, like a fairy or a god, as if he did not come from the world.

Originally her back was facing Zhao Hao, she heard the neighing of the steed behind her, as if she had sensed something, she turned around slowly, looked carefully at Zhao Hao for a long time, her eyes were already full of smiles.

The four eyes met, and Zhao Hao looked at the crescent-like eyes that were filled with warm and deep smiles, and felt that spring in Jinling City had come in an instant, the spring was bright and beautiful, and the spring flowers were blooming. bloom……

Over the past few months, all the concerns, all the worries, and all the lovesickness have been concentrated in those smiling eyes, too thick to melt away.

"My lord, don't come here without any problems." She smiled.

"Very good, are you okay?" Zhao Hao smiled.

The two exchanged pleasantries one after another, appearing very calm and polite, without any charming tone, and even Zhao Hao didn't even say any witty words.

"Half a month later, it will be your auspicious day, and Mei Lin congratulated you in advance." Yang Fang smiled slightly.

"Thank you."

"In Ziming Garden, there have been a lot of affairs recently, and I'm afraid I won't be able to congratulate you at that time."

"It's okay, how are the children?"

"Very good, it's just that most of you are thinking about you, and you want to tell them stories. Last time, you haven't finished telling the story about the uprising in the Heavenly Palace... But you must be busy these days, so it doesn't matter if you have time in the future. I heard Young Master's big day is approaching, he and others have prepared gifts for Young Master, let Jun'er deliver them to the mansion tomorrow."

When talking with Zhao Hao, Yang Fang's eyes were always filled with smiles, just like treating those adopted boys, but when she turned around, no one could notice the sadness in her eyes.

Finally, Yi Ren slowly boarded the carriage.

"If I can't marry the beauty of the Wang family, I will take Fang'er and go back to the house to be Mrs. Yazhai... Oh, Mrs. Yafu."

Maybe Zhao Hao remembers this sentence, maybe Zhao Hao doesn't remember it... It's just that he has already married the beauty of the Wang family, so Mrs. Yafu has no chance to snatch it away.

The carriage started slowly, the wheels rolled, and headed north in the shadow of the mottled lights, facing the newly lit lanterns.

Zhao Hao looked thoughtfully at the back of the carriage gradually disappearing under the light, and stood there for a long time.

When the three of Zhao Hao rushed to the gate of the Zhao Mansion, the mansion was already brightly lit.

The house slave at the door was chatting, and suddenly saw Zhao Hao galloping towards him, and rubbed his eyes for a long time to recognize him.

"The son is back!"

This news swept through the entire Zhao Mansion like a hurricane, and the whole mansion was up and down, leaving Zhao Hao speechless for a while.

As soon as he entered the mansion, Xie Yun came hurriedly surrounded by a group of maidservants.

After carefully looking Zhao Hao up and down, Xie Yun grabbed Zhao Hao's ears... This old lady got into the habit of pulling her ears at some point.

"Stinky boy, the war against rebellion ended at the end of June, and you were delayed for a full month on the road. After half a month, your big day will be your big day. I don't care if I'm anxious about you."

……

Two boxes of gifts, one big box and one brocade box.

In the big box, Zhao Hao was dazzled by all kinds of gifts, including homemade cloth figurines, rough wooden toys, drawing paper, candies... all kinds, more than 100 pieces, all in Ziming Garden The heart of a boy.

Zhao Hao caressed those gifts, and felt soft and soft in his heart.

In the brocade box, there is a pair of jade ruyis, with gold inlaid characters on them, one is inlaid with "auspicious ruyi", and the other is inlaid with "a hundred years of good marriage".

It was Yang Fang's wedding gift to him.

Zhao Hao played with the pair of jade ruyis and was full of thoughts.

Mr. Mei Lin, a master of piano art in Jiangnan, naturally would not be the concubine of the Zheng family.

The hardest thing to bear is the grace of a beauty... Although the veil has never been removed, Zhao Hao knows that under the veil, there must be a beautiful face.

When I come to the world, I will promise you a wedding dress, red makeup, and ten miles of peach blossoms. You will live up to Ehuang and Nvying...

(End of this chapter)