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Chapter 19 Xishan Courtyard
Chapter 19 Xishan Courtyard
Because Zhen Tingyun was already able to ride a horse, and it was night, and there was no one around, Yuan Hui simply asked her to bring Ma Lan's head, and the two of them rode together and drove to the other courtyard in his memory.
Zhen Tingyun was sitting behind Yuan Hui. At first, he was a little embarrassed about the age difference between men and women, but then he let go, seeing Yuan Hui's equestrian skills so well, he was envious and jealous: "Sir, you say mine. When will equestrian be as good as you?"
This kind of whimsical child's words, Yuan Hui just pretended that Feng Da didn't hear it, and ignored it.
Soon, Yuan Hui led people to find a remote courtyard beside the trees at the foot of Xishan Mountain.
Zhen Tingyun was not a native of the capital, and naturally she did not know that most of the people who could have other courtyards in Xishan were dignitaries. She took it for granted that the price of land in Beijing was expensive, and most of the people who would live in the barren mountains and ridges had no money.
So, seeing Yuanhui's remote and dilapidated courtyard, Zhen Tingyun also joked: "This courtyard is too remote. If you live alone, it's fine during the day, but when it's quiet at night, I'm afraid it will be haunted. "..." I'm afraid most of the people who will live are poor ghosts, right?
The door of the other courtyard was just left open, Yuan Hui pushed it open, Zhen Tingyun followed behind and looked around, seeing that there was no one but them here, and the flowers and plants in the courtyard were also deserted. reason.
Only the moonlight is as cool as water, shining into the empty courtyard, the moss marks are thick and thin, the shadows of the trees are uneven, and there is a little beauty of nature in the desolate and dilapidated.
Zhen Tingyun looked at it before asking, "By the way, what about the old guard servant you said, sir?"
Yuan Hui looked at this familiar courtyard, and unconsciously, many familiar and unfamiliar memories emerged in his mind. His heart was like a mirror: the dark guard who stayed here thought that he had just avoided seeing an outsider beside him, and he would not have appeared without his instructions.
However, Yuan Hui didn't want to ask Zhen Tingyun to think about it, so he just said casually: "Probably hide."
Zhen Tingyun nodded secretly, and said in his heart: It's just such a broken place, I don't know if the so-called "old servants" really exist... Even if there is, I'm afraid they would have fled long ago, right?
Of course, as a good student, Zhen Tingyun felt that he should save some face for his husband, but he didn't expose it. Instead, he asked with a smile: "By the way, I haven't asked my husband yet, do I have a wife?"
Yuan Hui was looking at this other courtyard, matching the items in this other courtyard with his own memory, and replied casually: "No."
Zhen Tingyun looked at Yuan Hui with a pitiful look in his eyes: Alas, he was in his twenties, but he was still a bachelor, living alone in a small courtyard on the outskirts of Beijing, without even an old servant to serve. ...
For a time, in Zhen Tingyun's heart, Yuan Hui's character was more solid. She felt sympathy and couldn't help but say, "Sir, I will definitely be filial to you in the future."
Yuan Hui: "...No need."
If he is really down to the point of asking Zhen Tingyun's "filial piety", he might as well just die.
Since he recognized the way and seen the other courtyard, Yuan Hui didn't want to leave Zhen Tingyun in this shabby place for a long time, so he got up and sent Zhen Tingyun back: "You are a girl's house, it's not good to have a big night. A person running around, I'll take you back."
Zhen Tingyun hurriedly rejected: "No, it's so biased here, you sent it here and there, and it will be very late to come back. And I can also ride a horse now, so I can go back by myself."
"Nothing," Yuan Hui said that he would definitely not change his mind. Hearing that, he just said, "I originally wanted to bring you over to find a way, and next time you will know where to find me if you have anything. I want to take you back, otherwise I won't worry about it."
Since Yuan Hui said this, Zhen Tingyun was not someone who didn't know what to do, so naturally he didn't push back any more, and obeyed obediently.
There were few people in the suburbs at night, but Yuan Hui once again found a shortcut to the remote and few people, riding like the wind, and soon sent Zhen Tingyun back to the inn where the group settled down.
Because they were going to send Ma Lantou to the stable, the two kept walking to the stable before they separated.
Zhen Tingyun couldn't help laughing when he thought about the first time he met: "I don't know if you remember, sir, the first time we met was actually at the stables - then you grabbed Ma Lan's head and ran away, I even called you outside the stables! It's a pity that you ran too fast and it was raining outside, otherwise I would definitely have to chase."
Yuan Huiyuan only remembered some fragmentary memories of his youth. At this time, listening to Zhen Tingyun's words, an unfamiliar and familiar picture emerged in his mindโโ
He rode on his horse and jumped out of the stable, the situation was urgent, the hooves hurried. However, the corner of his eyes still swept over his body unconsciously, and he saw the girl raising her head and staring at him angrily, like a little beast who was irritated, and was about to pounce on him and fight him. Open-mouthed.
Her eyes were dark and bright, as round as two small moons, and her cheeks were white and flushed, like a rosebud that bloomed at the beginning.
Even in the twilight when the heavy rain is approaching, such bright colors cannot be concealed, fresh and wanton, full of vitality.
Yuan Hui lowered his eyelashes slowly, and the black eyelashes seemed to be able to be counted.
He closed his eyes to hide the smile that emerged from the bottom of his eyes, and replied softly, "Well, I remember."
Zhen Tingyun just pretended that the other party was perfunctory, and urged him to go back: "If you want to leave, hurry up to save yourself from being on the road in the middle of the night."
Yuan Hui nodded, was about to leave but was worried, he stretched out his hand and took out the black purse in his sleeve, took out the jade pendant and handed it to Zhen Tingyun: "You take this jade pendant first, it's a token - next time you Go to the other courtyard to find me, if I am not here, you can take the jade pendant to the gatekeeper, and they will understand when they see it."
Because it was night, Zhen Tingyun didn't see the characters Xi engraved on the jade pendant, but the value of this purple jade pendant was obvious at a glance. Subconsciously swallowing her saliva, she shook her head knowingly: "No, this is too precious, I can't take it." What if she couldn't hold back and turned around and sold the jade pendant? !
With a cold face, Yuan Hui directly shoved it into her hands: "Give it to you and keep it!"
Zhen Tingyun could only comfort himself in his heart: Yuan Hui is an old bachelor, has no wife and children, and doesn't even have an old servant to watch the yard. It is estimated that he is the only apprentice who is close, so it may be normal to leave some family heirlooms for himself.
Thinking of this, her heart softened, and she couldn't help saying again: "Sir, I will definitely be filial to you in the future."
Yuan Hui didn't answer, and didn't bother to answer her stupid words.
Zhen Tingyun put away the jade pendant carefully, and asked with concern, "Sir, it's so late, why don't we hire a carriage for you?"
Yuan Hui shook his head and said casually, "No, someone will come to pick him up."
Although Zhen Tingyun doubted whether this "someone came to pick him up" was real, he didn't say much: "I really want to save face and suffer - alas, men are so virtuous!
However, after thinking about it, she remembered that Yuan Hui still had a bag of gold, so she accepted her unnecessary worry.
Yuan Hui didn't explain much, stopped Zhen Tingyun who wanted to send him, and said, "No need to send, I'll go out by myself."
Zhen Tingyun Yiyan stopped.
After the two said goodbye, Yuan Hui left the inn alone. After walking a few steps, he saw two guards with swords coming out to salute, kneeling on the ground, and calling out respectfully, "Your Highness."
Yuan Hui, or Fu Changxi, he walked as usual, not only did he not pause, he didn't even glance at the two of them, his face was light, and he asked, "Is the car ready?"
The guard immediately said, "It's ready."
After a while, a very low-key green-topped carriage drove out from the corner and silently arrived in front of Fu Changxi.
Fu Changxi got into the carriage, and was about to ask someone to drive back to the Xishan Courtyard when he suddenly stopped and swallowed the words that were on his lips.
Then, he got up half straight, raised a corner of the car curtain with his fingertips, and glanced at the inn.
The moon and stars are sparse, and the night is dim, but the sound of the flute carried by the wind is melodious and melodious.
Just like the evening wind blowing through the wilderness, the moonlight is bright, sprinkled in the evening wind like frost and snow, with the cool evening wind blowing through the barren mountains, smoothing out the deep and shallow ravines on the fields, little by little. Sparkling ripples on the moving stream. In such a quiet night, in the extremely desolate silence, there are voiceless voices echoing from the mountains and deep valleys, stunned and distant, scattered far away.
Fu Changxi closed his eyes and listened to it for a while, and a slight smile appeared on his pale lips, and he said to himself, "It has grown a lot..."
In this world, there are many people who can play pleasant music, but very few people who can blend into the music and move people's hearts with love songs. The former relies on the skills acquired through diligent study and hard work, while the latter is unique, a talent bestowed by God.
Fu Changxi knew in his heart: With this song, Zhen Tingyun's first glimpse of the xiao song, if he played normally in the future, the matter of taking the women's school test would be half settled.
After laughing, he didn't delay much, he quickly lowered the curtain, and said in a low voice, "Go back."
So, the group returned to Xishan Courtyard at night.
The author has something to say: Ting Yun: This must be a family heirloom given to me by Mr.
Yuan Hui: โฆNo, itโs a dowry.