dream warm snow fragrance

Rong Jian fiddled with the unused copper plate borrowed from Min Xiang on the table, it seemed that the other party's breath was still on it.

The brilliance of the setting sun outside the window dyed the trees in the yard red, and his thoughts followed the light back to the long past.

Rong Jian is the third son of the first emperor. His mother's surname is Jiang. She is a high-ranking concubine, but she is not beautiful. The emperor's favor, what's more, since Concubine Wu Wenxian entered the palace, because of her beauty, she is the most beautiful in the harem, her personality is gentle and considerate, and she is good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Basically, they all fell out of favor, and later Concubine Jiang's natal family had an accident, so she was disliked by the first emperor even more. Concubine Jiang was not an open-minded character, depressed and unhappy, and her health was not good. She passed away when Rong Jian was young.

The first emperor was addicted to drinking and sex, and he didn't care about his son at all. It is conceivable that Rong Jian's life in the palace was very difficult at a young age without someone to rely on.Although she was entrusted to be raised by another concubine, even if the other concubine wanted to treat Rong Jian well, she had no power or power in the harem, not to mention that she had a son herself, so she only treated Rong Jian in a superficial way. not sincere.

Wu Xiang is the youngest son of the main house of the Wu family. He looks as white and tender as a snowball. Because Concubine Wu is barren, she often takes this little nephew to play in the palace to comfort her sad heart of not being able to have children.

It was at that time that Rong Jian met Wu Xiang for the first time.

It was a spring day, the weather was warm and cold, Rong Jian returned to her residence from class in the Qin Xue Hall, and saw a group of people coming from a distance on the road, and looked carefully, it was not Concubine Wu who was it.

At that time, he was only seven years old, but he already knew a lot of things, and now he was standing in the veranda respectfully waiting to greet Concubine Wu.

Concubine Wu is holding a little child in her hand, that child is wearing a red short jacket, the snow-white sable fur on the collar sets off the snow-white cheeks, the big eyes, the dark pupils are like the night sky in summer night, with An inextricable magic.

Rong Jian was dumbfounded at the time, wondering if that jade doll is a real person?Look at the dress is not a girl, it should be a boy.

Concubine Wu approached, and he hurriedly saluted. Concubine Wu has a gentle temperament, but never domineering. Seeing that the cloak on Rong Jian was old, he let go of Wu Xiang's hand, and went to support him with both hands to help him up , shook his little hand again, and said, "Why is it so cold? Although it is spring, the weather is not warm. You should wear more clothes."

As he said that, he asked the young eunuchs following Rong Jian to take good care of him.

Wu Xiang stood there at that time, watching him silently, being stared at by his clear and clear eyes, Rong Jian was even a little embarrassed at that time, maybe she felt that her cloak was too old, and her clothes were not the best ones. One set will make the pretty kid on the other side look down on him.

At this time, Concubine Wu asked Wu Xiang to go over, and introduced to Rong Jian, "This is my nephew, named Wu Xiang, who is only a month older than you, and he will come to sit with me when he is not going to school. "

It was a very official statement, and Rong Jian still felt very moved.

Wu Xiang was holding a very small hand stove in his hand all the time, and he silently gave the hand stove to Rong Jian, without saying a word, and walked away with Concubine Wu.

His eyes were so beautiful, Rong Jian even felt that she was shocked, holding the hand stove without any movement for a moment.

The little eunuchs who followed him had already gone far away to send off Concubine Wu, and one of them whispered to Rong Jian, "Your Highness, that is just a young son of a foreign relative's family, so he dared to give you his hand stove, it is really disrespectful. "

The other said, "Who said that is the nephew of Concubine Wu. He looks more like a prince than His Highness."

Rong Jian didn't speak. He was only seven years old. Teenagers probably didn't understand as much as he did, nor did he have deep thoughts.

Although Concubine Wu invited him to her palace as a courtesy, Rong Jian really took it seriously and went to pay his respects to his palace. When he came, Concubine Wu would not reject him, after all, she was a child , Mother died again, it's so pitiful.

In fact, Rong Jian went to Concubine Wu after finding out that Wu Xiang was still in the palace.

Wu Xiang was sitting on the couch, reading poetry, because he went in, he stopped, looking at him with dark eyes, Wu Concubine let him go, and sat beside Wu Xiang, he smelled the fragrance of Wu Xiang Yes, it is the smell of the fat used in the palace and the incense of the clothes.

Rong Jian was born in Tianhuang's noble family. In front of Wu Xiang, from the very beginning, he had a feeling of inferiority, and the older he got, the worse he got.

When he was young, he was able to control this kind of inferiority complex. When he grew up, especially after he realized how much he loved Wu Xiang and he also loved himself, he couldn't control it anymore. I feel that I can't be with Wu Xiang for a long time, maybe he will ignore me in a blink of an eye, and I can't hold him.

Inferiority has turned into anxiety and fear. He still remembers that when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, he dreamed that Wu Xiang was far away from him every day. If Wu Xiang wanted to become someone else's, he would rather destroy him. He thought so at the time Let's go.

Thinking of those things and feelings at that time, Rong Jian only felt that it was still yesterday, but Wu Xiang died, so it was not his fault, it was his fault.

Ever since he saw Min Xiang from the carriage at Yamato Bridge that day, he couldn't let go of this matter. He had to find a sustenance, otherwise he would feel that life was always so difficult.

Min Xiang, Min Xiang, Xiang...

He remembered that when he asked Wu Xiang which character Xiang was, Wu Xiang wrote it down on the paper with a pen, but his characters were not as delicate and gentle as his characters, but instead were powerful and stable. , he said to him in a soft voice, "It's Xiaoxiang's Xiang."

Min Xiang also said that he is Xiaoxiang's Xiang.

Any point of similarity between Min Xiang and Wu Xiang, Rong Jian is willing to think carefully in his heart, it seems that if he thinks too much, Min Xiang will really become his Wu Xiang.

He originally just asked people to come here to monitor Min Xiang and report his affairs, but what he got was that Min Xiang hardly went out and was doing repairs on paintings. Almost no one came to visit his house, and the more he heard about him. , the more Rong Jian couldn't hold back, it didn't take many days, and he couldn't help coming here to see him, even though he was just a person who resembled Wu Xiang.

After all, Wu Xiang is dead, and seven years have passed. If Wu Xiang was alive seven years ago, what would he look like now? Rong Jian is not very sure, so he is not sure about Min Xiang. How much like Wu Xiang.

However, as long as there are some resemblances, it is enough for him to lose control of himself.

So, here he is.

Just to meet him.

His bodyguard, Luo Shi, stood outside the door, seeing that his lord just went to buy cakes, and he purposely didn't have any change to borrow money from someone diagonally opposite him, he would naturally find it strange, but he didn't dare to randomly guess what his lord was going to do. What are you planning.

Because as long as one guesses, one can only think that the prince of his family has taken a fancy to the scholar with a scar on the face of the diagonally opposite door, but there is obviously no reason for this.

If the scholar hadn't had any injuries on his face, he would indeed be very attractive. However, even if he was attractive, his prince would not have to make such a big effort to buy a house diagonally opposite to his house just to see him. Please go to the mansion.

Luo Shi looked at the sky and had to say outside the door, "My lord? It's getting late, when do you want to go back?"

Rong Jian in the room came back to his senses because of his voice, and didn't let the other party in, but said, "There will be no morning tomorrow, and it's okay if you don't return, just go to the official department at Chenshi to have a look."

Luo Shi was taken aback by his answer, because this was probably the first time that Rong Jian stayed in a place other than the imperial palace, he bowed and reminded, "The young prince will look for you."

Rong Jian didn't answer for a while, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Go get a pair of chopsticks." He didn't say whether to go back.

The guard acted as a servant, and went to the kitchen to find a pair of chopsticks. Because Rong Jian came here in a hurry, everything was not ready yet, so he only found a pair of wooden chopsticks, so he had to bring them into the study and present them to Rong Jian. Jane, Jane took a piece of mochi with the chopsticks and tasted it. It was crispy on the outside and waxy on the inside, sweet and delicious, and it tasted good.

However, he put down his chopsticks after eating two slices.

Said to Luo Shi, "The taste is not bad, you should try it too."

After thanking Luo Shi for his kindness, he took another pair of chopsticks to taste a piece, and said to Rong Jian, "My lord, it is indeed very sweet and delicious."

Rong Jian looked at him and said, "Did you play in the market since you were young?"

Even if Luo Shi was just a bodyguard beside Rong Jian, his family background was not simple, that's why Rong Jian asked this question.

Luo Shi said, "I'm not good at studying, but I often run around the market."

Rong Jian said, "I'm afraid you eat too much of these things."

Luo Shi said, "Well, there are many things in the market that are not available in the palace, but how can these vulgar things be on the big table."

Rong Jian murmured softly, "Actually, he likes these things."

Luo Shi was stunned for a moment, but it was not easy to ask who the "he" he was referring to. However, as smart as he was, he probably understood something.