I was engaged in construction in ancient times

"Yes, yes... this room, last time the young man in white was here..." The shopkeeper who led the way tremblingly spoke cautiously, for fear of saying the wrong thing for a while and delaying the nobleman's important event.

Duan Shaorong nodded, waved his hand, and asked the guards to take the store down and attach money.

He was the only one left in the room. Duan Shaorong was holding a jug of unopened wine in his hand. The wine jug in his hand was not as big as his palm.

He took a few steps forward, put the jar on the table of the Eight Immortals, then turned around and walked to the window facing the street.

Opening the bamboo curtain, you can see the scenery on both sides of the street, the passers-by, the wicker swaying in the wind, and the stone bridge in the distance. Ye Qinglian, the wind is mixed with the fragrance of lotus.

It seems that standing here, you can also smell the elegant smell.

like him.

Duan Shaorong was leaning against the window lattice, his figure was tall and straight, his legs were straight, his lean muscles were restrained under the black sleeves of his robe, even if he was just lazily leaning there, he still looked like a sharpened knife. blood knife.

Holding his chin in his hand, looking at the road he had walked, Duan Shaorong mused in his heart, why did he choose to be here?

The scenery is just right?Is the tea here delicious?Dim sum is better...

It's unlikely...

He scratched his head and thought for a while without any result. Duan Shaorong laughed at himself for being so idle that he would actually spend time thinking about such a boring thing.

However, Duan Shaorong suddenly caught a glimpse of a slightly old wooden building out of the corner of his eye, and there was a click in his mind, and countless memories flooded his heart.

He still remembered this wooden building. If he remembered correctly, there was a word "Rong" carved on it by himself under the red pillar on the left side of the wooden building.

At that time, when he was young, he dragged a silver spear taller than his head, and held Ruozheng's hand, running on the street with a clanging clang. There was a crisp sound all the way.

Ruozheng said it was better than the sound of a bell.

When he was a child, he was really a brat, arrogant and showing off, the gun was too heavy, and he couldn't swing it very neatly, so in order not to lose face, he had to perform a "carving on the tip of the gun" for Zheng'er...

To be honest, there was nothing to be proud of, at that time... His handwriting was ugly.

Recalling this, Duan Shaorong felt a little hot, and an inexplicable embarrassment and embarrassment came to his mind, but strangely, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising.

He shook his head, flicking his long hair in a high bun, trying to get these emotions out of his mind.

These memories that should have been yellowed and buried in the depths of memory were surprisingly clear... Duan Shaorong can even clearly recall Ruozheng's smile when he looked up at him.

There are two small pear dimples, and there is a tiny light in the eyes, flickering, more beautiful than the stars in the night sky.

Duan Shaorong couldn't help showing a smile.

He said the name in his mind.

levy.

He couldn't help taking out the old sachet from his bosom, the lilac-colored sachet, a little white, no matter how good its brocade was, it couldn't resist the traces of time.

There was a mighty tiger embroidered on the sachet, but it was missing eyes and its legs were not very flexible. The person who embroidered this tiger was really poor at embroidery.

Sun Ruozheng learned how to make a sachet from his mother, and it was the first thing he made. After it was done, he happily placed it in front of his eyes like offering a treasure.

It's just that the boy with eyes above the top of the head couldn't care less about such a crappy thing. Looking at the other's hand that had been pricked by a needle, he frowned and said in disgust, "Don't play with these things, it's so ugly. I won't ask for it... Isn't there an embroiderer? You need to play with needles and threads..."

In the end, Sun Ruozheng left with red eyes and lost, and threw the sachet he didn't want into the pond.

Zheng'er, who always had a good temper in front of him, was angry with him for the first time.

The two fought coldly for three days.

Later, they reconciled, but Sun Ruozheng never took the needle and thread again.

Duan Shaorong didn't tell the other party either, he secretly went to the pond to pick up the sachet.

When I left that year, I also took it with me. In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

This tiger sachet with missing eyes followed him through thousands of mountains and rivers, through grasslands and deserts, from Lingnan to Mobei, from Bashui to Yuanhai, countless days and nights passed by, the one with the sachet He also changed from a lonely and arrogant boy in the capital to a man with blood on his hands and tens of thousands of feet on his feet.

Brother Shaorong, will you marry me in the future?

When he was young, Sun Ruozheng always asked him this question tirelessly.

Many years later, when Duan Shaorong was lying alone under the night and looking at the moon, he also wanted to ask countless times in his heart:

Zheng'er, are you still willing to marry that man?

Duan Shaorong held the sachet in a daze for a long time, then he came back to his senses and smiled slightly.

Go back to the Eight Immortals table.

On the table is a pot of peach blossom wine he brought.

This peach blossom wine is very precious, it was sent to him by someone sent by Sun Ruozheng, and it was brewed by collecting the morning dew and falling flowers by himself. After Duan Shaorong received it, he offered this jar of peach blossom wine as a treasure all day long.

He hugged the jar, imagining how delicious the wine and wine in it were, so greedy that it was its shadow in his dreams.

For such a good wine, one must choose one of the most important days to bathe, burn incense and pray to the gods before drinking it. Only in this way can it be worthy of Zheng'er's heart.

This day is not right, that time is not good... Picky and picky, in the end, Duan Shaorong brought back the jar of wine intact.

His fingers gently undid the red string.

Uncover the wine seal.

The clear and intoxicating aroma of wine overflows, and people are already drunk before drinking the wine.

Duan Shaorong accidentally discovered that there was a line of familiar small and elegant characters on the yellow paper that sealed the wine. After reading it carefully, it was a poem:

When spring comes and March comes the fragrant wind, it is the flower slave who greets the king.

"Ask Junan..." He muttered these three words.

Because of Duan Shaorong's coming and going, Sun Ruozheng was in a bad mood, so he ate some food casually, played a game of throwing pots with his little nephew, and then returned to his room.

"Young master, His Royal Highness, he..."

Sun Ruozheng threw the book in his hand, his heart skipped a beat, and he was angry and angry: "What happened to him?"

Luoying looked up at him secretly, with a smile in her eyes, "My lord, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sent a lot of things, all for you."

Luoying looked outside and winked, "Quick, bring the things up."

The people outside carefully carried in a red coral tree about four or five feet high, brilliant and colorful, rare in the world. In addition to the coral, there were countless precious objects such as a long pavilion harp, pearl and agate jewelry.

Sun Ruozheng stroked the coral tree, thinking that he had written in a letter that he had never seen a four-foot-high coral in his life, but... he kept it in his heart and found this thing for him.

Such a tall coral is a spiritual creature that takes nearly a thousand years to grow.

"My lord, besides these, there is also a painting... The people at the prince's side have repeatedly instructed you to open it yourself."

Sun Ruozheng took the scroll, with infinite curiosity in his heart, he opened it lightly——

He only glanced at it, shook his hand, and threw the scroll of painting to the ground.

Luo Ying quickly picked up the painting, "My lord, what's wrong?"

There was rumble in Sun Ruozheng's head, and his cheeks became hot. What was on that painting... what was painted on that painting was the street of that day, green willows, stone bridges and tall buildings... and the opened curtains, and that, never The figure drawn by the window...

He got it!

He knew it was him who stood there that day, and he saw him!

Luo Ying took a look at the painting and smiled: "My lord, His Royal Highness knew that it was you, my lord."

Sun Ruozheng's face turned blue, and his mood was uncertain.

"My lord, why aren't you happy?"

"This...how happy is this, it's against the gentleman, and the secret peeping work was...found by people, it's disgusting for no reason."

Luoying rolled her eyes, "Young Master, why does His Highness the Crown Prince hate you? Look at that red coral plant and the box of small items that Young Master likes, it means that His Highness always takes you into his heart..."

"If he was angry with you, why would he send these things here today?"

Sun Ruozheng: "..."

But why didn't he come to see him in person?

Sun Ruozheng panicked, and suddenly remembered his outfit that day, he saw him, but that day, he was dressed in white, not only looked haggard, but also behaved sneakily...

"I like beauties the most, and I will definitely marry a peerless beauty as my husband in the future."

"Then I..."

"If you are like this now, you can barely get by. However, you must not become disabled. If you grow up and become ugly, I don't want you."