Five-year enthronement three-year simulation

Ming Tan spent a lot of money in the Lin Mansion.

After that little awkward situation, firstly, she knew she was wrong, and secondly, she was inexplicably happy to see such a treasure as Lin Shurong, the golden hairpin she gave her, so she became soft-spoken when talking with the latter , almost made Lin Shurong think that she had froze her brain from eating smoothies.

Ming Tan: "..."

She glared at the other party angrily, picked up the spoon, reached it into Lin Shurong's bowl with lightning speed, and scooped up a large piece of smoothie unceremoniously.

Lin Shurong smiled and let her move without stopping her, and even pushed the bowl forward cooperatively.

After lunch, Mrs. Lin let the children play by themselves.Lin Xun got the long-awaited military book, and he had long since slipped away, Rong Tan and the two ignored him, and went to the backyard alone.

The Lin Mansion was built by imperial order. Although it doesn't look very luxurious, the available materials and design have been carefully studied, which clearly shows the status of the Prime Minister's Mansion.There are a lot of trees planted in the backyard, the dense green is eye-catching, even though the afternoon sun is still a little strong, but as long as you go to the shade under the trees, you can only feel the warm breeze blowing, and you won't sweat at all.

As soon as Ming Tan arrived at the backyard, he immediately fell in love with the towering sycamore tree in the center.

Summer is in the flowering period of the phoenix tree, and the rich aroma greets it from afar. Among the wide leaves on the branches, there are many flower buds hanging high in the air, changing from lavender to snow white, like a string of wind chimes. Swinging gently with the breeze, the crowds are extremely lively.

Not long ago, Lin Shurong told herself about her relationship with the parasol tree, so Mingtan felt that the tree was very kind, so he reached out and tugged at the corner of the other's sleeve, asking, "Is this your tree?"

Lin Shurong felt that her statement was a bit strange, so she couldn't help but smiled slightly, and replied: "It was planted by my grandmother when she was alive... It can be regarded as my tree."

"Miss Lin," Ming Tan raised his face and smiled brightly at her, "won't you invite me to sit under the tree?"

The latter stretched out his hand gently and made a "please" gesture.

There is a stone table under the plane tree, and there are low stools around it.Not long after the two of them sat down firmly, a servant girl knowingly offered green tea, poured two cups each, and made twists and turns of water mist in the wind.

Ming Tan had just had a full meal, and his interest in tea faded, but he looked up at the tree again and again, and said with emotion: "I have never seen such a beautiful sycamore flower."

In his previous life, Ming Tan was an elite worker who shuttled between high-rise buildings. He worked hard all day for a million-dollar annual salary. He didn't even have time for a walk, let alone enjoy such a stunning and blooming beauty.

And this is another important reason why she always likes to run to the Imperial Garden besides being "boring".

People are always fascinated by what they can't get.

Kazuki's light purple floated in mid-air, falling into Ming Tan's obsidian-like eyes.Lin Shurong sat at the side, looking at her quietly, but there were no trees and flowers in her eyes, only the beautiful little girl in the white dress.

...Ming Tan, Ming Tan.

She called the most gentle name, but she developed the most violent heart.

Lin Shurong lowered his eyes halfway, smiled slightly, and suddenly said, "Your Highness, would you like to hear me play the piano?"

"Fuqin?"

Ming Tan turned around, blinked, and asked in surprise, "You can play the piano?"

"People in Beijing say that I am proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, which is indeed a bit exaggerated," Lin Shurong said with a smile, "but in the field of piano, although Shurong can't be called everyone, he still has some skills, just enough to take Come and show your ugliness to His Highness."

"..." Ming Tan squinted at the other party, and said mercilessly, "Your tone doesn't sound like you think the rumors in Beijing are exaggerated."

At any rate, she has been with Lin Shurong for so long, and she has long seen through that under the latter's calm appearance, there is always a competitive and eccentric heart hidden.

Lin Shurong cleverly avoided answering, and called the maid who was waiting nearby, and asked her to fetch her silk tree.

The maid bowed her promise, not daring to delay, and after a while, she brought a guqin with gold patterns on a brown background, and placed it firmly on the stone table.

The whole body of this piano is wood-colored, with smooth arcs, and the seven silk strings are tightly stretched; cirrus-like lines spread from both ends to the middle, painted with gold lacquer, carved with ink lines, and tied with three bright yellow silk ribbons at the lower left corner. Spike, it has a strong ancient rhyme.

Ming Tan stretched out his hand curiously, stroked those tassels lightly, and commented: "It looks a bit like Mr. Qin's beard."

"..." Lin Shurong looked at her speechlessly, endured it for a while, and finally managed to swallow the words back, not daring to speak disrespect to the respected teacher.

Under Ming Tan's innocent and expectant eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand to touch the strings, and plucked the first note.

"Zheng-"

Just at this moment, a gust of warm wind hits, swirling past the two of them with the fragrance of flowers.

Lin Shurong closed her eyes slightly, but kept playing with her hand.With the sound of the zither, three thousand blue silks were blown up and fell into the eyes of Ming Tan who was at the side, as if Concubine Mi of Luoshui was playing the zither and singing.

She played "Yangchun".

People all over the world say: "Yangchun Baixue, the song is high and few", which means that this song is elegant and complex, and there are very few people who can sing it.

As for ordinary people like Ming Tan, naturally they can't sing, they can only listen to the excitement.

Lin Shurong's lower fingers are moderate, with a light tap and a slight pick, and her wide sleeves are fluttering with the movement of her arms, making her look more like a concubine or fairy.

Under the tree full of tung flowers, Ming Tan's eyes fell on the other party without blinking.

——It doesn't matter if you are a widow or a widow, anyway... It is enough for her to know how to appreciate beauties.

Finally, after playing a song, Lin Shurong raised his wrist slightly, drew out the last note with his fingertips, and finally slowly fell back to the piano, looking up at Mingtan.

The latter was looking at her with a smile on his chin, and he said slowly with his eyes bent: "...he will move to a mountain stream in the future, and take a piano to call Yangchun for me."

Lin Shurong raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Could it be that your highness wants to go back to the mountains and forests by reciting this poem?"

"Born in temples and high pavilions, you will naturally yearn for the mountains and rivers," Ming Tan said with a smile, "In ancient times, there have always been famous people who love the world, unrestrained and reckless, and do whatever they want. What are the days of such idle clouds and wild cranes? not good?"

As if he did not expect to hear such an answer, Lin Shurong was slightly taken aback, subconsciously frowned, and silently stared at Ming Tan who was in high spirits.

But the latter did not notice her strangeness, and continued to plan with a look of great interest: "When I grow up, I will go to ask my father for a favor and allow me to go out of the palace to have fun, so that I can enjoy it." I am blessed with great rivers and mountains!"

"..."

Lin Shurong withdrew her gaze, remained silent for a long time, and said lightly, "Then, I wish His Highness...you can finally get what you want."

Before you know it, it's night, and the lights are on.

Ming Tan felt that after Lin Shurong finished playing the piano, his face was always absent-minded, as if he was worried about something, and his words became much less.

But when Mingtan asked, she cleverly evaded and refused to answer, which really confused the former.

Could it be that... Playing the qin, I have realized my heart, and I have a sense of heaven and earth, and I am about to ascend to Taoism?

"—Dare to ask Princess Nine, how many sets of fairy tales do you want to eat for a meal?"

Lin Xun, who had disappeared for half a day, finally appeared. He was almost laughed at by Ming Tan's words, and couldn't help complaining: "If you can become a fairy by playing the piano, then I have read the art of war all afternoon. If you take a knife to your neck now Put it on, maybe I can explain it to you on the spot!"

"..." Ming Tan curled his lips and emphasized, "I'm just joking, I'm not a fool!"

"Anyway, it's useless for you to ask me. My sister used to be normal after playing the piano." Lin Xun said with hanging eyes, "Maybe... it's because you don't know how to taste at all. It's so vulgar in your bones. My sister thinks it's too bad for you to play the piano." Value, is it really a waste of time?"

Ming Tan gave him a sinister smile, "Give me back the book."

Lin Xun's eyes widened, he jumped back in fright, and shouted: "How can there be any reason to take back something that has already been given to someone else? Princess, you don't talk about martial ethics!"

"Who told you about martial arts!" Ming Tan said angrily, "Tell me quickly, is there any way to make your sister happier?——Otherwise, I will go to Lord Lin Xiang and sue, saying that you asked me to recommend myself to the emperor, and I will go Northwest guards the border and see if he will break your leg!"

Lin Xun was so angry that he yelled, "You are so vicious!"

Ming Tan copied his hands, rolled his eyes, "I'm vicious!"

The two sides stalemate for a while, but Lin Xun was the first to lose.

There was no way, because Lin Xiang would really break his leg.

"...Today is the market day once in January. The curfew is postponed. During the day, various shops are open for business, and there will be a small lantern festival at night."

Sniffing, Lin Xun said reluctantly, "I heard it's quite fun. You can ask my sister if she wants to go."

After getting the key information, Ming Tan raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, nodded and said: "Okay, thank you very much, I will bring you something better next time."

"Then, that Yanyue Saber must be the same as General Hua's!" Lin Xun said anxiously, "I heard that the saber cuts iron like mud, and it has been able to kill tens of thousands of people on the battlefield—"

"Stop." Ming Tan interrupted blankly, "This won't work. You'd better go dreaming."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left, leaving Lin Xun stomping her feet in anger, "You! You don't believe what you say! The Ninth Princess doesn't talk about martial arts!"

……

Ming Tan walked around half of the Lin residence before finally finding Lin Shurong.

The latter was still sitting under the sycamore tree, staring quietly in a daze, with a calm and gentle demeanor around him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ming Tan paused, looked at the place for a while, then walked to her side, reached out and patted her on the shoulder.

"...Lin Shurong?"

The girl whose name was called seemed to wake up suddenly, turned her head to look at Ming Tan in a daze, and subconsciously frowned, "Your Highness?"

Ming Tan touched his chin, looked at her for a moment, and said slowly: "Your brother said that there is a lantern festival outside, do you want to go and see it?"

"Lantern Festival?" Lin Shurong pursed her lips when she heard this, "Your Highness will go out of the palace in low clothes, I'm afraid it's not safe enough in the market..."

"Oh, you said that you left the palace in a micro-clothes, and no one knew me!" Ming Tan grabbed her sleeve and tried to say, "If you are worried, why don't we bring a few more people?"

"But His Majesty specifically ordered..."

"Father is just worrying about it." Ming Tan rolled his eyes, "Our capital has been stable for so long, and there are imperial guards patrolling at night, and even a petty theft is rare. How can there be any danger at all? You think you are writing a storybook ?"

Lin Shurong rarely showed a tangled expression.

"Go, let's go." Ming Tan was cruel, and simply pulled her sleeve and shook it twice, coquettishly said, "I've never been to a lantern festival, so take me to see it!"

"...All right."

Thinking of the emperor's repeated hints to the Lin family, and recalling the appearance of the little princess yearning for the mountains and rivers under the phoenix trees, Lin Shurong was already a little guilty of Ming Tan, and after being softly rubbed by her for a long time, his heart softened for a moment. Then he agreed: "Just take a stroll and come back, you have to follow me carefully, does your Highness know?"

"Okay!" Ming Tan cheered with joy on his face, "I got it, I got it, let's go!"

She couldn't wait, she grabbed Lin Shurong's hand and walked outside.

But she never noticed that the girl behind her half-closed her eyelashes, letting out a low sigh that drifted into the fragrance of sycamore flowers.

Mingtan, you are destined to be an extraordinary princess.