[Listening to Snow] The Light on the Clouds Dream Soul Wither

Chapter 6 Sorrow and Joy

Knowing that there is nothing to do in the future, I insist on the date of return.It's not like this, the pear blossoms are gone and the moon is west.

--Inscription

The mid-spring wind is filled with warm fragrance.The flowers are gradually dying, and the young swallows are getting old.Under the hanging flower door, even the honeysuckle on the shelf has withered more than half.A piece of gold and silver complement each other, and they are noisy.Long blue vines hang in the wind.The leaves fell slightly on the lotus-colored gauze shirt, swinging lightly to and fro.The hem of the skirt is tied with a chic streamer, and the end is decorated with a small silver bell. When the wind leaves are fluttering, the clear and crisp bells are rippling.

She was sleeping soundly in the afternoon sun, with one hand resting on the armrest of the wicker chair, holding her snowy cheek, and the other hand resting on her lap, curling up an old book.The slightly undulating pages of the book are printed with detailed woodcuts, which are covered by plain hands and cannot be seen clearly.Draw small vertical lines.But it is countless——

Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin.

Even if I don't go, Zi Ning doesn't speak.

Qing Qing Zi Pei, I think leisurely.

Even if I don't go, Zining won't come?

Xi Xi pick up in the city of Xi Que.

No one in one day, like three autumns.

Xi Xi pick up in the city of Xi Que.

No one in one day, like three autumns.

Ancient ballads, swaying slightly in the breeze and silver bells, swaying away the fresh and ancient melancholy...

The shadow of the sun is melting, and the Kaifeng Yuquan wine beside the rattan chair is swaying with a clear and mellow fragrance.

The girl who was reclining and sleeping soundly frowned slightly.The slender and thick eyelashes are like butterfly wings, fluttering like in a dream.

"Girl!" The voice of Zhiyan came from far outside the courtyard.

Yuyao pushed her chair up, only to hear Zhiyan panting and laughing, "A letter from the eldest son from Jiangnan!"

"Let me have a look!" Yuyao smiled joyfully, and casually put aside the volume of "Book of Songs".

Zhiyan smiled and said, "I went to Madam to collect this month's expenses, but I bumped into a messenger. Madam even asked me to deliver..."

"Don't say it first, it must be a spoiler. Zhiyan, let me read my brother's letter." Yuyao raised her hand to stop Zhiyan, but her eyes did not leave the letter paper.He only glanced at it, then smiled and said, "Ah, after half a month's delay, I finally arrived in Guazhou."

She smiled brightly, holding the letter in her hand and thinking: "Shiyun's peach blossoms behind the horse and snow in front of the horse, you can't turn back when you go out of the customs." Jiangnan has long since 'flowers have faded, red and green apricots are small'. I don't know if my brother can catch up with spring!"

"That's right, we're talking about our Luoyang Peony Flower Fair. It's been very lively in and out of the city these days. There are huge crowds of people enjoying the flowers and fighting flowers. In the past, the young master would take the girl to see it!" Zhiyan wanted to let the rain Yao was happy, but unexpectedly slipped her tongue.

Yuyao stared at the letter paper, frowned slightly, but sighed quietly: "Even if my brother is still in Beijing this year, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out."

Turning over and over, reading it several times, unable to bear to let go of a word, Yuyao rolled up the long letter, raised her eyes over the verdant flowers, trees, pavilions, terraces and waterside pavilions, and looked to the other side of the sky: "There is a severe drought in the south of the Yangtze River."

Zhiyan was stunned, and said with a smile: "Young master is following the second master over there, I think everything will be fine, so don't worry, girl."

Yuyao was still looking at the distant, glass-colored sky, and said deeply: "Of course he said in his letter that everything is fine, but who knows what the situation is like over there? Now there is a severe drought in the south of the Yangtze River, which affects several states. It’s the time when there is a shortage of people. Naturally, the number of refugees has increased, and my brother has never said why the trip was delayed, and it seems to be refugees fleeing north.”

Zhiyan couldn't help but ask, "Girl, what does 'rejection' have anything to do with refugees?"

Yuyao was stunned, thought for a moment, and said: "I don't quite understand, it probably means that the old rice was eaten last year, and the new rice is not ripe this year, so the farmers have no food left?"

Zhiyan nodded secretly, suppressing the worries in her heart, handed over a red note with flowers, and said with a smile: "Girl, this is the dowry list sent by my wife, please have a look."

Yuyao glanced at the densely packed gift list, she felt boring, so she said: "Put it on the table, I'll look at it later."

Zhiyan walked into the room in response, turned around halfway and said with a smile: "Girl, on the way, I saw Xingyun playing with the peonies by the pond. If you are tired, how about going to have a look?"

Yuyao raised her eyebrows and smiled, and said: "Ah, is that girl Xingyun still not giving up? I said earlier that the Royal Clothes Yellow is not an ordinary product, and she will not open it until all the flowers have won it! This meeting Of course she refuses. Even if she burns a high candle, it won’t work!" As she spoke, she lifted her skirt and slowly disappeared among the flowers and willows.Leaving Zhiyan behind, he bent over with a smile.

Passing through the vertical flower gate is the Huanyue Pavilion. The lake and stone rockery is stacked obliquely on the side of the pavilion. It is thin, transparent and leaky.

Yuyao brushed away the green radish, but her eyes lit up.

Looking at Fangtang, the water waves are like eyes, and the green is like jade.There are several weeping willows on the bank, and their long silk ribbons fall into the lake. The shadows of the branches shake, swaying the fine sunlight on the lake, undulating with the wind, shining across the north shore.It was a slope with a few piles of bluestones, and the peonies beside the stones were in full bloom. Looking from a distance, it looked like a brocade.

Walking along the pebble path, a group of people turned out from the corner door.

It was a little girl who was only ten years old.Moon white wide-sleeved shirt, light green pleated skirt, double rings on the head, and pearl flowers on the hairpin, it looks innocent and innocent.

"Sister Bingyu. Are you free to come here today?"

Bingyu and Lingyin beside her turned around in unison, and said with a smile: "Sister Yuyao!" Then, she stepped forward, pulled Yuyao to thank: "I really like the white jade hibiscus handkerchief you gave me! See, you force me to learn double-sided embroidery, don't you think it's annoying?"

Yuyao held Bingyu's hand, and said with a smile: "It's just that you have to make up the score in your heart before you give the needle. It's enough to take one step and watch three steps, but it takes some thinking to close the needle at the end. Our Bingyu is only ten Aged. The embroidered sachet is much better than the ones outside!"

"But I still like poetry and painting. Mother specially invited a nanny to teach female reds, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and learn."

Yuyao stretched out her hand to touch her dark bun, and said warmly: "Poetry and painting cultivate strength of character and spirit, while female red cultivates ingenuity and patience. Bingyu is the best girl, so it is natural to have both." Yes. In the future, you can embroider your poems and paintings on the screen, isn’t it a wonderful thing?”

Bingyu nodded and smiled brilliantly, pure as beautiful jade.

"Girl, the peonies in the garden are in full bloom these days." Lingyin pointed to the north bank and said with a smile.

Walking to the north bank, beside the stone is a cloud in plain clothes, holding a flower hoe in a lotus, tending a few budding, half-blooming or even full-blooming peonies.The flower plants are tall or short, sparse or dense, and the leaves are different in length, width, and narrowness.

Yuyao and her party were three people, after a long while, they only guessed Yaohuang, Weizi, Doulu, Shouanhong, and a few old products of Lantianyu, the rest were unknown.I just feel that this is also similar to that, but after careful tasting, they are not similar.

After a while, Lingyin called from a distance: "Xingyun, come quickly and recognize the flowers."

But Xingyun was still leaning on the flower hoe, muttering, not knowing what to say.Bingyu laughed and said, "Let's sneak over to see what sister Xingyun is doing."

Yuyao shook her head and laughed: "What else can I say, the left and right are just forcing the flowers to bloom earlier. Half a month ago, she was reading the book Yuyihuang."

Walking from afar, he walked around to the bluestone behind Xingyun, but heard Xingyun's reverent prayer.

"May the peony flower god bloom soon, so that my girl can see this year's new flowers before she leaves the pavilion. Believers Xue Xingyun worships."

Yuyao froze when she heard the sound, and slowly clenched the Luopa in her sleeve, her eyebrows and eyes lowered slightly.

Bingyu didn't know it, and pulled Yuyao to come out, bluffing Xingyun.When Lingyin saw it, she laughed first and said: "Xingyun, you prayed really well, isn't the girl here?"

Seeing Bingyu pulling Yuyao out of the boulder, Xingyun was startled, blushed with a shy smile, pointed to a budding peony on the slope, and said: "This Yuyihuang, for some reason, the potting soil is a little sticky, I had no choice but to move it to this high sunny slope."

Yuyao looked at the empty celadon pot with lace, but there were some black residues on the side of the pot, she didn't care, and said with a smile: "If Hua Jieyu, it will surely fulfill your wish, come and see what are the few plants over there. Variety."

Xingyun followed quietly, and after looking at it from a distance, he replied softly: "The tree with thick branches on the left is a new gem; Moonlit night. The next one is the imperial concubine Chicui." When it comes to peonies, Xingyun, who comes with few words, speaks clearly.

Bingyu was squatting under the flowers to enjoy, when she heard this she raised her face and said, "How do you know there are so many flowers?"

Xingyun pursed his lips and smiled, and Lingyin had already answered: "Her parents are gardeners in the house, so they all recognize them. Otherwise, why would she be asked to take care of these rare flowers?"

Looking at the sparkling lake, Yuyao asked calmly, "Qinglong Lying Ink Pond? It's a good name."

"It is said that there was a severe drought in Luoyang in the past, and the blue dragon in the sky stole water from the Yaochi to water the peonies, and was punished by the queen mother. The green dragon hid in the heart of the black flower, and this green dragon lying in the ink pond bloomed next year." Xing Yun slowly narrated. Come, but there is a touch of fascination.Even Bingyu listened.

"I didn't have any last year, but this year I brought in several of them, all of which are superb." Yuyao happily looked at the peonies in full bloom by the stone, but her heart drifted to the far south of the sky.

"These are congratulatory gifts from the florist Du's family. Madam specifically ordered them to be moved here so that the girls can enjoy them."

Congratulatory gift... Yuyao's mind was pulled back, but she heard Lingyin exclaim: "Is that the owner of the Peony Club? I heard that their Zhao Fan blooms very well. The flowers are big and colorful, and they are specially packed in golden pots." !"

When Yuyao heard this, she couldn't help laughing: "Put Zhao Fan in a golden basin? Such a delicate color, how can it hold the golden basin? Are you looking at the flowers or the basin?"

"Ah, so, Wei Zi, or Gejin, probably can complement the golden basin?" Bingyu laughed.

"If you only talk about the color, Zhao Fan needs the most common green tile basin to hold the flowers more delicate than people." Yuyao smiled lightly and shook her head, and said, "However, gold pots and jade pots and green tile pots are not the most beautiful peonies." Good home."

Bingyu wrinkled her nose and thought.Yuyao smiled lightly, looking at Bingyu's clear eyes, but seemed to be looking at a very far away place: "The bright jade hall of Zhumen Jinhu is not like the mountain spring and wild water..." The distant gaze reflected in Bingyu's eyes. In the eyes of knowing but not understanding, piercing through the misty rest of life...

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