The moon comes to take pictures

White jade is like a gentleman, and hibiscus is like a witch.

The two are one of the most beautiful in the world.Yuan Junyu's youthful demeanor has the air of jade carving, and between his brows and eyes is the beauty of hibiscus, which is why the word "yu hibiscus" comes from.

When he was a little older, shed his boyishness, and gradually had a manly outline, the word "Fu Rong" was out of fashion, and those who knew him gave him an elegant alias - "Yulang Jun."

In the Jiran monk's house, a chuckle suddenly sounded.The early sun came in through the window, illuminating the turquoise clothes, and the little eunuch who came to deliver the message was thin and small, and called Yuan Junyu respectfully: "Jun Yulang said that you want to go back as soon as possible? "

"It all depends on Duke Du's will." Yuan Junyu looked at this official, he should be Chang Xi's close confidant, just like his master, his expression was disgusting.

The eunuch lowered his head: "When the younger one came, Duke Du gave an order in advance. If Mr. Yulang wants to go back, he has to think about which foot to enter first."

This is questioning where his heart is headed.No wonder, at the banquet that night, he asked Ji Dai to play the piano, which attracted Cui Xiang's attention... In the eyes of the eunuchs who have been immersed in the court for many years, this is just a clumsy method, but why Chang Xi still has the patience to send a confidant to come... Play this riddle for him?

Yuan Junyu froze there, but facing an eunuch, he didn't want to show his flaws, so he forced himself to be calm, and raised his eyes and said, "What is the meaning of Du Gong's words?"

The little eunuch smiled, squinted his eyes, and showed that hostile honor again: "Mr. Yulang's words, the duke also expected. The duke said that Mr. Yulang is smart, so you don't need him to explain, the duke will understand." clear……"

The peeling door of the house squeaked, and the ancient voice hovered in front of my eyes. At some point, Yuan Junyu was the only one left in the monk's house.The sun was getting brighter and shining brightly on the ground like precious pearls, but it was extremely cold inside the house. Yuan Junyu slowly leaned back on the bamboo chair, her brows wrinkled.

There is nothing wrong with climbing to a high place. His move was not at the right time. Right now, Chang Xi has a rift with him. If he doesn't do something...

Yuan Junyu raised his hand to pour water, the pot was completely dry, and there was no drop of water.He simply re-tuned the strings and plucked a couple of times, but there was still a lack of flavor. In his chest, he felt that something was lost and found again, but it was suddenly lost again, as unbearable as prying the air——

In a trance, Yuan Junyu remembered what Ning Ruichen said today.

Dotted the snowy field behind the temple, Wan Chebi's voice of Buddha was faint, and the seemingly unintentional words of that young man who was ignorant of the world almost made him laugh.

When he wasn't singing at the eunuch's house, he was very popular in Jiangyin with his good skin. Of those wild bees and butterflies who cheered him up, which one didn't pick up the beautiful words, and which one was really an actor.Actors, prostitutes, the few years when they are in their glory, they may have some limelight, but after a long time, they are just rotten grass and leaves that are crushed into dust and mud. Who will take care of them?

Yuan Junyu understood too well, but the ripples really lingered in her heart, was it because of those eyes?Yuan Junyu thought, a pair of pitch-black phoenix eyes and an expression of unworldliness, how real and how fake?

For a long time, not knowing who he was talking about, Yuan Junyu shook his wrist, sighed, and gently plucked the string: "That's all."

In the dimly lit small room, the remaining fragrance has been burned out. When the morning light first appeared, the long breath in the room suddenly stopped, and the person wrapped in the silk quilt groaned softly, got up and rubbed his eyes.

Ning Ruichen lazily brushed his hair, gathered his obscene clothes, got up and closed the incense cover, and sat back on the couch, with the murmur of running water from the Cardamom Pavilion next to his ears. rustle.

It's 29 today, and there's not much excitement around the Cardamom Pavilion. The hawking and laughing are far away, and it's very quiet.If you put it at home, it must be crowded with people, with various mending clothes inside and outside, red, orange, yellow and green, like dyeing vats.It is also because of this that every year around thirty, Ning Ji will send Ning Ruichen to the Cardamom Pavilion for a short stay.

When he was young, he still thought it was nothing. When he was in his teens, Ning Ruichen gradually realized that he was different from other children.When other people's children go out to make friends, he can only stay at home and count stones. Even the matter of enlightenment is also left to the tutor.It's done like this, really like a charming lady.

Being sleepy and lazy in winter, Ning Ruichen took it easy for a while, brushed his hair hastily, grabbed his shoes sleepily, put on his clothes slowly, and took a stick to prop up the window.Before he could see the scenery outside the window clearly, he heard an exclamation: "Master, close it quickly, it's a good thing to catch a cold!"

Someone reached out a hand, snapped the stick, and the window leaves fell with a bang.

For a moment of daze, there was another thumping footstep outside, two or three waiters came in with basin towels, followed by Bao'er.

"Master woke up so early today." Bao'er gasped for breath, a blush appeared on her fleshy face.

Seeing Bao'er, Ning Ruichen finally regained his senses. With his arms outstretched, he was being served and dressed, and he turned his face to ask Bao'er: "Have you heard back from the letter sent to Lanquan Temple?"

Bao'er didn't dare to say, for several days in a row, no matter whether it was the letter sent by the messenger or the gold, silver and silk, they returned it without exception.Not only is it a refund, but there is also a message for them to bring, saying that they will never see each other again.But they didn't dare to reciprocate, they swallowed it all, and Ning Ruichen still pretended not to know anything, and gave it all to the monks of Lanquan Temple.

Seeing that he was silent, Ning Ruichen knew it in his heart, he didn't say anything, he lowered his head and asked his servants to put on the longevity lock, his heart was low, and he could see it clearly on his face.

Anyway, he said the wrong thing in front of Yuan Junyu.Those words were not too heavy, but the circumstances of people are very different, maybe there were one or two unintentional words that pierced his heart like a sharp sword.Ning Ruichen felt guilty towards him, and it seemed impossible to make up for it.

When he was ready to dress, Ning Ruichen thought about it, went straight to the study to study ink, took out Zhang Yulan paper, pressed it in front of the aromatherapy to smoke enough fragrance, and then took up the pen and wrote: try to go to the peak to see the bright moon, and open the sky to look at the red dust, poor body is in the eyes people.

Stop writing, don't write the money, don't seal the letter, send it out for half a day, and get a reply.

Surprisingly, Bao'er stood on tiptoe and squinted to see the ink stains on the paper, and could distinguish a "Meeting" and a "Zhengdan".Before he could read it, the short paper was thrown into the lamp by Ning Ruichen and burned.

"During the first year of junior high... let's go to Lanquan Temple?" Bao'er didn't quite understand the relationship between the young master and that actor. She was familiar with it, but she seemed to have only spoken a few words in total. If she wasn't familiar with it, where did this messy letter come from? ?

After all, he was a child, if he couldn't figure it out, he didn't bother to dwell on it. He quietly glanced at the curled paper, and after a while, fly ash floated in the lampshade.

"I go every year, asking about this superfluous matter." Ning Ruichen was suddenly a little irritable, but when he saw Bao'er purse his mouth in a blink of an eye, he softened his heart, "Go this year, let's fulfill our wish together, don't run around anymore. If the heart is not sincere, the power of the vow will be shallow.”

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Try to go to the peak to see the bright moon, and occasionally open the sky to look at the world of mortals, poor body is the one in the eyes. "Huanxi Sand" Wang Guowei