Rebirth of the fairy in the painting

An Xining seemed to have come to a fairyland, surrounded by exotic flowers and herbs, bursting with fragrance, refreshing.

In a trance, there is the sound of music and the ding-dong of spring water, which is indescribably peaceful and peaceful.

Walking towards the direction of the stream, a figure of a person appeared in the smog. It was not real, but I could vaguely see black hair like ink splashed obediently on the back, a tall figure dressed in white clothes, and an air of dust. .

"Zi Hua, is that you? You are finally willing to come to see me."

An Xining was overjoyed, and ran forward to hug him, but no matter how hard he tried, the white figure was always a foot away from him.

"Zi Hua," An Xining's eyes dimmed, "You came to see me and refused to let me get close, so you still refused to forgive me? That's right, you were wronged by letting you follow me without a name and title, After giving birth to Rui'er, you favored Li Simi and neglected you, you should not forgive me."

"Since you know, why bother to ask me to forgive you?"

An Xining raised his head suddenly, there was no way he could remember this clear voice wrongly.

"Zi Hua, are you finally willing to talk to me?"

The person opposite turned around and saw picturesque eyebrows, white skin like snow, two long eyebrows that grew into the temples, a pair of clear and cold eyebrows, a straight nose bridge, ruddy lips, and a fairy appearance.

An Xining's eyes burst into light: "Zihua, you know, I've been thinking about you every day for the past three years, and I'm almost in a daze, but you still don't come out of the painting, I know I'm wrong. "

"Why, are you still wronged?" Lin Zihua snorted coldly.

"No no."

An Xining denied it repeatedly, looked at Lin Zihua and said softly, "I just miss you."

Hearing what he said, Lin Zihua lowered his eyes, secretly hated himself for not being up to date, and even now, he was still moved by his sloppy pretending to be an idiot, and rescued him when he was in trouble. Could it be that these years have not hurt enough? ?

An Xining has been paying attention to his expression, knowing that he is soft-hearted, so he asked softly: "Zi Hua, how have you been doing in the past three years?"

"Good or bad, it has nothing to do with you."

"I..." An Xining was at a loss for words, his face was full of bitterness, also, since Zi Hua left in anger, there was no relationship between them, so what else could they expect.

Heart suddenly ached and felt empty, An Xining lost his mind and took a few steps back, slumped down on the rocks, his face was pale and he couldn't speak.

Seeing him like this, Lin Zihua felt so relieved, how can he let go of the five years of deep friendship.

"Forget it," Lin Zihua sighed, turned around and stood with his hands behind his back, "Since I can't see through the barriers of love and cut off evil fate, why should I suffer from others and myself? An Xining, I would like to bet on myself to give you another chance." , I hope you won't let me down again this time."

The voice was faint, and it was hard to hide the sadness in it. Although An Xining couldn't hear what he said clearly, he couldn't bear his frowning and sadness. When he was about to step forward to comfort him, his foot suddenly missed, and he fell down in fear. .

"Your Highness, hurry up and wake up Your Highness..." Someone was croaking all the time, and those who made the noise could not find peace.

An Xining buried his face in the quilt. This is some ignorant eunuch who dared to disturb his sweet dreams. After finally meeting Zihua, he was woken up just like that, saying that after Zihua turned his back He didn't hear anything about what was said.

No, An Xining suddenly opened his eyes. He clearly remembered that he was shot and killed by the second prince An Xizhe. Even if he survived by chance, he would not be able to lie on the bed safe and sound. Not to mention that his whole body was clean and tidy, even his body would not have a trace of pain. .

The little eunuch by the bed was still screaming tirelessly, An Xining was upset, and lifted the quilt with a slap, and a thin little eunuch appeared in front of him, with a childish face showing panic because of his actions Come.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

An Xining was shocked, with a puzzled look on his face, the person in front of him was clearly the little inkstone that had been with him for more than ten years, but why was it so much smaller.

He subconsciously looked up at the furnishings in the house, from the carved windows to the desk made of nanmu, and finally to the sword hanging on the wall.

Isn't this exactly where he lived in the palace when he was not crowned king, why would he wake up here now, and why would Xiao Yantai call him His Highness instead of Prince?

After waking up, everything revealed strangeness, whether he was dreaming, or he had really returned to the past as he thought before he died.

Seeing His Highness's uncertain face, Xiao Yantai was very worried, and asked cautiously: "Your Highness, you are not feeling well, do you need Xiao Yantai to send an imperial physician to take a look?"

"No need, my king...my prince is fine."

An Xining secretly rejoiced that he changed his mind quickly, turned his head to see Xiao Yantai standing aside with a cautious look, thought about it, and asked tentatively, "Do you know where my elder brother went today?"

Xiao Yantai gave His Royal Highness a strange look, but still replied respectfully: "Return to Your Highness, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince followed the Emperor to Beijing Beiying to inspect the training of soldiers."

Inspecting Beiying?He couldn't remember when this happened, but did it mean that the emperor's brother, father, queen, and queen were still alive, and that he was really reborn?

As soon as the idea came out, he fell into thinking again for a while.

"Your Highness."

"What's the matter?"

"Before today's lunch break, you asked the servant to wake you up at this time, saying that it was an appointment with Mr. Xiang to meet at Juxian Building at Shen Shi Mo. Now the time is approaching. Should Your Highness prepare?"

As soon as Xiao Yantai said a word, seeing his Highness suddenly giggled, he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

His Highness has been a little strange since his lunch break. Although he still has that handsome face, he feels something is wrong for some reason. His behavior and questioning are all weird, as if he has become more mature and majestic, which is really puzzling.

However, An Xining has no time to worry about the small inkstone's meticulous thinking. If history has not changed, then the meeting between him and Xiang Daocai in Juxianlou should have happened on the eighth day of July in the 21st year of Mingde, and he had just turned 20. Not long after his birthday, he was conferred the title of King Ning by his father before he made any military exploits. He never met Zihua, let alone hurt him deeply.

God really treated him kindly and let him go back to five years before nothing happened. In this life, he vowed not only to protect his elder brother's life and the lives of his parents, but also to treat the love of his life well and not let him By a little wronged.

"Little inkstone," An Xining was overjoyed, "wash and change your Highness quickly."

"Yes."

The small inkstone was withdrawn, and a few maids were recruited from outside the door to wash up for His Royal Highness.

After changing several sets of clothes in succession, An Xining was dissatisfied. Today is the day when Xiang Daocai gave Zihua to him. This is the first time I see my wife, so I have to make a good impression. How can I be so casual? .

Xiao Yantai was also depressed, what happened to His Royal Highness today, he was so picky about the clothes he wore, he was more particular than those princesses, obviously he could go out in casual military uniforms.

"Little inkstone, go and bring the sapphire blue auspicious cloud and dark pattern brocade gown newly made this summer to my highness."

"Yes, the slave will go here."

After finally tidying up, An Xining looked left and right at the bronze mirror, and saw that the young man in the mirror was wearing a gilt crown, adorned with a Pearl of the East China Sea, with ribbons on his temples, and his loose black hair was shiny and shiny in the sun. Wearing a sapphire blue shirt with suet and white jade on his waist, he has handsome features and a personable demeanor.

An Xining was satisfied, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised an arc. The little Yantai who was watching from the side heaved a sigh of relief, and ordered the left and right to arrange a carriage for his highness to go out.

Daxia is prosperous and stable, the folk customs are open, coupled with loose politics, business is never prohibited, so there are many shops in the city, and it is very lively.

Juxian Building is located next to the main street of Dongshi, with a large traffic flow, and the building is also luxurious. Usually, high-ranking officials and nobles in Beijing and wealthy merchants like to entertain guests here.

As soon as An Xining got out of the carriage, a sharp-eyed mistress greeted him. This kind of luxuriously dressed young man is the most generous. If he serves well, the tips will definitely be quite a lot.

"Young master, please come inside."

An Xining nodded lightly as a response, and the little inkstone behind him stepped forward and asked, "My young master has made an appointment with Mr. Xiang Daocai, Mr. Xiang, is he here?"

"Oh, you are Mr. An, right? Mr. Xiang has already arrived and is waiting in the box. I will take you there."

This mistress was very talkative, and he didn't stop talking all the way, until he led them into the box and got a reward before going out.

"My humble minister Xiang Daocai, I have met His Highness the Fifth Highness." A thin middle-aged man in the room got up and greeted him.

"Your Majesty Xiang is too polite, just call me Fifth Young Master outside."

An Xining smiled, she must treat the matchmaker with a good attitude!

"Yes, that humble minister..." Xiang Daocai changed his words under An Xining's gaze, "I made a mistake, Fifth Young Master, please sit up."

"Master Xiang please too."

An Xining said politely, and ordered Xiao Yantai to go out and order food.

"No, no," Xiang Dao said in panic, "This time, I came here to thank the Fifth Young Master, how can I let you spend money."

"It's okay, Mr. Xiang is a man of integrity, and our hall has long admired him. There is no need to worry about such a small favor. My hall invites this meal willingly. Sir Xiang, don't want to fight."

What An Xining said was so grandiose that Xiang Dao was so moved after hearing it, but in fact, An Xining regarded this meal as a matchmaker's wine, how could he not invite him.

Furthermore, he does have some admiration for Xiang Daocai. This man is not confused about his age, but he is a mere minister of Guanglu Temple. How could he offend Li Weiyuan, and begged the prince in desperation.

At that time, he was in the East Palace, so he took over the job.

In fact, this matter is not a big deal, and it will be settled after a few words of mouth, but Xiang Daocai is a man who has been favored by others, and he wants to repay him with a spring. Although he is shy, he still invited him to Juxian Tower.

So out of emotion and reason, An Xining had to invite this meal.

What's more, An Xining came here this time because he didn't mean to be drunk, but to... He smiled meaningfully, and turned his eyes to the scroll beside Xiang Daocai, Zihua, you and I will soon We will meet again.