dream warm snow fragrance

Zhaoyuan ten years.

Just after the Qingming Festival, the spring is just right, the spring flowers have not yet fallen, and the green leaves are already verdant.

Yongjing City was expanded and built according to the will of the founding emperor Taizu. The streets were planned to be wide at the beginning. Willows, elms and pagoda trees were planted on both sides of the streets, and peach trees were planted in some places. Behind the trees is the city's drainage system. In the streets and alleys, there are wells for drinking water in the city. A lot of thought was spent on the design at the beginning. After tens of hundreds of years, people still live conveniently in this planned city, but the city has inevitably expanded outwards. not enough.

In the past, the Jinnan River was the outer river of the city. There were pontoon bridges built on the river, and the officers and soldiers held hands. Although the original pontoon bridge is still there, it has been reinforced. Not far away, two other bridges across the river have been built on both sides. The sound of the wheels of the carriage was also covered up, the driver whipped the horse to let the horse go away quickly, and the four guards on horseback on both sides of the carriage also hurriedly yelled for pedestrians to avoid it.

Sitting in the carriage is the third younger brother of the current emperor, Qi Wang Rongjian.

He kept everything simple when he went out today. Even though he was simple, the carriage was still big and dark, and the new carriage was dark. The curtains on it were embroidered with auspicious patterns in silver thread, reflecting slightly in the sun. The two horses pulling the carriage were also good horses, and the driver was even more He was dressed decently, but the car did not use the logo pattern of Wangfu. Even though his car was surrounded by four horsemen guarding him, the streets were crowded with people, pedestrians still did not agree with him, and they slowly moved out of the way, so The carriage moved very slowly.

In this capital city, there are many dignitaries, wealthy businessmen and businessmen, and the common people are used to the world, so they will never be surprised and avoid it just because a low-key and luxurious carriage arrives.

Rong Jian was sitting alone in the carriage, wearing black casual clothes. He was only 24 years old, and he was born into a royal family. Needless to say, he possessed a dignified and dignified air that ordinary people could not have.

He was not a very handsome person, but he was born in the royal family. If he sat with others, the power between his brows would still not let anyone not pay attention to him.

At this time, he did not have the majesty and solemnity in front of his subordinates and other officials, nor did he have the self-respect, modesty and prudence in front of the emperor. He just sat there silently, holding a handkerchief in his hand, with a dark blue handkerchief embroidered on it. With light green lotus leaves, only lotus leaves, no lotus flowers, and no birds such as mandarin ducks that others would imagine, and this lotus leaf is not a lotus.But this handkerchief has been caressed so that its color is dull, as if a lover has stroked and stared at it thousands of times.

Rong Jian's expression was slightly dim, and his eyes were deep, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.

The carriage bumped again on the stone road, and Rong Jian came back from her contemplation, folded the old handkerchief, put it into a purse woven with autumn chrysanthemums, and put it next to her body, Then I picked up the brochure on the side and prepared to look at it. I just went to Wu Xiang's tomb to pay homage. Although Rong Jian endured the pain, she still couldn't recover from the pain of losing Wu Xiang. The brochure couldn't be read at all. go in.

He had no choice but to put it down, and opened the curtains of the car to look outside. At this time, he had just passed the Yamato Bridge on the Jinnan River. When he looked out, he saw pedestrians jostling one after another, people pushing carts for business, and people carrying loads to deliver goods, passing by in a hurry. Yes, those who stand by the bridge and talk about business under the tree, the public servants who pass by, the opera singers who sing, and the Fanren who are different from the people of the Celestial Dynasty... There are everyone, this is Yongjing, which is prosperous and graceful, three-six-nine Waiting for all kinds of people, it seems that there can be everything here, but Wu Xiang is the only one without him.

Rong Jian's heart ached unbearably for a while, and the hand holding the car curtain trembled slightly because of his emotional instability. He was about to put down the car curtain, but at this moment something happened.

Because the car got off the bridge, it was a downhill road, so the speed of the car was a lot faster. A child in front of him fell on the ground, and his father was so frightened that he went to hug the child regardless.

For a while, most people on the street looked over. How dare the coachman make trouble on Rong Jian's way back from the memorial service outside the city, let alone Rong Jian was still in the car, his prince always kept a low profile in everything he did. And cautious, not at all like a 24-year-old man, how dare he let the reputation of the prince be tarnished because of himself, he quickly pulled the rein desperately, and stepped on the brakes of the wheel, so that the horse did not step on the father and son However, the other party was still quite frightened.

The father hurriedly carried the child away, the child was still crying, and the sorghum maltose he was holding in his hand fell all over the floor, but at this moment the father didn't care and wanted to take the child away, the coachman even yelled, "Take some silver, and calm down the kid."

The other party ignored him and wanted to leave.

The people around saw that there was nothing exciting to watch, so they stopped paying attention and went about their own business.

When Rong Jian saw the man leaving with the child in his arms, he became excited for a moment. Although he was excited, he was puzzled. He clenched his hands tightly, and kept staring at the man who was walking away from the car window.

He looks so much like Wu Xiang. Although Wu Xiang has been away from him for seven years, this man gave him such a familiar feeling. at a loss.

He knew that Wu Xiang was dead, but this man made him unable to calm down. Maybe today is Wu Xiang's death day, or maybe he just came back from his grave, so he gave birth to such a strange man. Feel it.

However, he was in too much pain, dreaming back at midnight, always in desolation and pain, thinking that he was still there, when he saw all kinds of furniture in the room, he understood that it was just another dream.

Let it last, even if it is only a phantom.

He had to call the guards on one side, Xia Changzheng was the most important to him, he whispered a few words to him, then put down the car curtains, took a deep breath and still couldn't calm down.

And Xia Changzheng got off the horse, handed the reins to his colleague, and left in the direction of the man just now.

Rong Jian returned to the palace, changed into relaxed clothes, and discussed official affairs with a few capable staff members. The discussion was about to take place when he went to court the next day, but he was still restless and listened to the staff's discussion in a distracted manner. After a while, he had a little idea in his mind, so he waved his hand and let them go out.

He was sitting in the study reading a book, but he couldn't help himself. He opened the locked drawer and took out a box from it. The box was not too big or small. It should have two or three layers. There is a hairpin wrapped in cloth and an ordinary stone. Rong Jian is holding the hairpin and staring at it. The hairpin is very ordinary black wood without any carved patterns on it, but Rong Jian seems to want to look at it from above. Come out a flower.

After looking at it for a while, he put the hairpin to his lips and kissed it, just like kissing the person who gave him this hairpin.

He thought that the number of times he kissed Wu Xiang was really limited. Although Wu Xiang looked soft and weak, he was very assertive and easily prevented him from being intimate with him. The few kisses were also sneaky. Young, although he knew a lot, he didn't dare to do much. Every time he touched Wu Xiang's hand, he would laugh inwardly for a long time.

He looked at the hairpin with a smile in his eyes, but deep in his eyes was a deep desolation.

He was in a daze, but there was a knock on the door outside the study. He remembered that he had asked everyone to go out just now, even the boy who waited on the study, so he had to go to open the door by himself, but it was Xia Changzheng who came back. Rong Jian saluted, and Rong Jian signaled him to follow him into the inner room. After Rong Jian sat down, Xia Changzheng reported, "My lord, the man you asked the humble officer to investigate has been identified."

He handed the written papers to Rong Jian. Although the results of his investigation had already been written in them, he still reported verbally, "This person, surnamed Min and named Xiang, moved to the capital from Caixiu City last spring. I live in Sanshui Alley not far from the Yongdong River. There is a younger brother named Min Changqing and a wet nurse named Gu. The child who almost ran over today is his son, five years old, named Min Zhenru. He lives there Most of the actors and prostitutes live in the area, and no one cares much about others, so he has been there for a year, and the neighbors around him are not very familiar with his family. There are not many other things found. "

Rong Jian nodded, thought for a while, and then said, "In the car today, I noticed a scar on his face, is that so?"

Rong Jian was not sure, because when he went to pay attention to this man, the man had already turned around with the child in his arms, and quickly walked away.

Xia Changzheng nodded, "Yes, I have looked at him a lot. There are scars on his face and the right side of his face, but they are not obvious, like the marks left by abrasions. That child in his family is so cute."

Rong Jian pondered for a while, then ordered Xia Changzheng to send someone to monitor the man, and then let him go out.