evening tide

Chapter 102

The clear water surrounds the bustling capital city, and the revival of a city starts from the shore.

The sound of the hammer pounding the laundry one after another, the scent of saponins melted into the water, with the flower fat scattered when I was lazy to dress up, chasing the residual wine dumped after the night banquet.

Willows are the curtain of the ancient road, blown by the morning breeze, stirring up the bustling market.The smell of steamed stuffed buns always fights with the sweetness of the sugar triangle, Chui Mao Zongjiao rides a bamboo horse around the courtyard, a woman with curly hair carries a bamboo basket to pick fresh vegetables, and occasionally quarrels violently, pork Chen is a bad temper, and the knife is thick As soon as the chopping board is chopped, it is necessary to discuss with others.

Storytellers are not very diligent, and they don't get up until the sun is high. When the lazy muscles are frightened by the gavel, the brows will stand up, and the story will also have spirit.

Those are old stories that have been going on for many years, older than the old master in the high temple.

At the corner of the blue wall, skirts fluttered, pink and white embroidered shoes walked a few steps, stepped over the horizontal stick knocked on the stone road, and sat in the sedan chair carefully, and said to the bearer: "Thank you."

Dian Dian'er's sedan chair went north along the main road in the south of the city, the curtain was raised with plain hands, and the lady inside looked at the familiar and unfamiliar street.

The stone lions in Gongsun's mansion are from Xinlei. In the past, their family was grand, and they used gold inlaid with jade to make the eyes of the stone lions. The extravagant style is well known, and they ransacked the house on the grounds of corruption, and now the house has also been sold out. .

The second girl from Gongsun's family was visiting Xiangfu when they ransacked the house. She had just embroidered half a mandarin duck when she was so frightened that she lost her soul.

The second girl was originally going to be engaged to the second son of Xiang's family, but after an unexpected accident, she didn't have anything to say. The autumn wind outside the mansion swept the fallen leaves, but there were laughing children shouting and jumping over: "Young general Xiang has won the battle!"

"Win the battle to the little general!"

"I want to return to the court from the little general!"

The girl in the sedan chair smiled lightly, and called out silently in her heart: "Second brother."

Another street is the Qianyu Pavilion, which is the favorite place of noble ladies. Rouge and gouache, jewellery, silk and satin fill the entire street with shops, and the fragrance floats, making even the sun linger.

A gorgeous woman wearing a Shu brocade gown came down the steps, followed by a shy bride, and the nanny was holding a child who looked like a snow dumpling. While discussing the fashionable styles inside, they turned around and asked the nanny to give the baby a windbag Put it on so you don't catch a cold.

The sedan chair paused, and the girl inside nodded her delicate chin again, and greeted reservedly: "Second Niang, sister-in-law."

The ladies didn't turn their eyes towards this direction, and went to the next shop with their servants.

Finally, he stopped in front of a tall and big family. The words "Prime Minister's Mansion" were inscribed on the black sandalwood plaque, which was inscribed by the pilgrim himself.

The courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River with red flowers, willows and green, stacked stones and clear water, pavilions, pavilions, rockery and lakes are scattered high and low. Running past a few little girls, holding a pattern, and asking the big maid in front, is the second young lady drawing patterns or flying a kite today?

The girl in the sedan chair pursed her lips and smiled, and when she arrived at the Wanyue Pavilion, she got out of the sedan chair and looked around the empty courtyard, which already smelled like dust.

With a "squeak" the boudoir door was pushed open, she sat down at the desk, folded her sleeves and studied the ink, faced the sunlight coming in from the dawn window, brushed off the layers of dust on the table, stretched out the paper and picked up the pen, and began to write a letter.

"Father, mother, my lords, my daughter bid farewell to Shi Axi."

Mother, I never dare to forget that my name is Xiang Axi.

When I was young, I practiced calligraphy, and I said that the word "Xi" was not good. The sunset at dusk, withered vines and old trees, always fade away and never stay.

My mother said, "Xi" is "the rising of the new moon". When it appears, the sun is usually still hanging in the sky, so the moon does not need to be too bright, curled up in the sky like a tender bud.

It is the most pure, the most impurity-free, and the most young and lovely.

Therefore, every time I was called Axi, I seemed to be remembered by my parents, no matter where I was.

You would never have imagined that I went to a place completely different from this place, where the building is as high as 30 to [-] people, people can travel [-] miles a day, and the sound can be heard by thousands of people in a moment.

I tried to come back, standing under a tree in a torrential thunderstorm, I don't know if there was a chance to come back, but I looked up and saw a girl.

Standing in the glass hallway, she told me fifteen minutes ago, go quickly, Xiang Wan, go quickly, but her eyes told me that she was reluctant.

She was in extreme embarrassment at the time, two boiled eggs in the morning, one for her and one for me, reluctant to cook the third one, two bowls of instant noodles at night, one for her and one for me, which counted as a rare extra meal.

So I thought, since she is in such a difficult situation, I will come back later and make some money to repay her.

This repayment is more than just paying back the money.

During the two years, I experienced a lot, and finally became a family member with her, and even accepted her mother as a godmother.

So when I was there, there were people who loved and loved me. Although it was not like my parents had the kindness of giving birth to me, it was the bond of sincerity and affection in the chance meeting.

Next, I want to talk to my second brother.

Second brother, I told you this because I sat on the swing and pulled hooks with you. I said, if I have a sweetheart, I must be the first to let my second brother know.

So you should know what I am going to say to you.

She is different from what you think, and what I used to think. She comes from the mountains and can ride horses and fight. Listen to her, she used to use swear words. Her swear words are very strange. The curse seems to be "" Immortals", but here, immortals are to be enshrined, aren't they?

I don't understand, but she doesn't dislike me, she always tries her best to help me, let me live in her house, take me to play, and she agrees with everything I say.The tomato meatball soup she made is very delicious, even better than the Yushanfang's. I'm sorry, I forgot, we don't have tomatoes here yet.It would be great if I could bring one or two. They are bright red and sour, but not too toothless, and the soup is very sweet.

Her strength is far more than that, she is a senior in the dubbing industry, if anyone gets her advice, they will be very good.Niu is not a cow in our Zhuangzi, but it means extremely top and excellent. If you want to speak more forcefully, you can say "Niu Pi".

She still smokes, have you ever seen a girl smoke?Not our hookah.The first time I saw her was in a dark corridor, she was holding a thin pipe, but I felt that she was more majestic than you carrying a long gun.Don't be annoyed when I say this, you are now a general, and I am not the only one who thinks you are majestic, so I gave her my admiration.

She also sings very nicely, especially in foreign language. Second brother, in fact, barbarians don't eat people. If they can understand the bird language, they will also sing in rhythmic rhythms, which is very beautiful.It is a pity that I cannot attach a voice to this letter, or I could read a passage to you.

Speaking of which, you must want me to bring her back to show you, what kind of character she is, I am full of praise.But unfortunately, that is why I am writing to you.

She's on the other side of the world, and I'm going to find her.

It's too late to see you and your parents, because I'm very anxious.

I could hear her whispering to me, "Wait", I could feel her holding my hand, she seemed to be shaking, she seemed frightened, she seemed... crying.

do you know?She never cried, the only two times were because of me.

How could there be such a girl?God has never been kind to her, and she has to do her best to pursue stability.I originally wanted to be with her in the future, and we will live slowly, and we can always make up for the past hardships.

But I was ill, very ill, and she must have been very worried.She has worked so hard, since a week ago, her tense nerves have not rested for a day, I can't bear it, I can't bear it.

So I can only talk to you here, second brother, I am afraid we will never see each other again.

Kowtow to my parents for me, and wish them good health and a long life without worries.

"My respect, Axi."

Xiang Ban put down his pen, looked at the letter paper, and didn't move for a long time.

In fact, this letter could not be delivered, because, as early as two years ago, she was buried.

The ashes-fallen room told her clearly that the boudoir girl who was lingering on the sick bed was buried under a thunderous sky, and the coffin was tightly sealed with the best golden nanmu.

After nearly three years of avoidance, she only filled the gap in this memory.

Ordinary noble girls can get married at the age of thirteen or fourteen, but if the prime minister's famous lady is not married at the age of seventeen or eighteen, then she has other plans.

My father is the leader of the war faction, and the general who wants to win over the most is the Marquis of Zhenyuan. He has fought for more than ten years, and he is majestic and majestic. The barbarians are frightened.

He has been stationed at the border for nearly five years, and he has not married a wife in his forties.

The prime minister wants to get married, and the pearl in her palm must not be disobedient, but she hugs her knees and looks at the stars, waiting in the square sky for the return of her "fiancé" who has never met.

Unwillingness in the heart, lingering resentment in the heart, for a long time, tossing and turning into illness.

If she hadn't gone to her hometown with Chao Xin and heard the story of Chao Wang's forced marriage, she would have forgotten everything.

She was once the Xiang Wan who was loved by thousands of people, but she was also the one who loved and restrained equally.

Not because of father, nor because of mother, just because Li Chao is like this, it has always been like this.

Xiang Axi died, in the Li Dynasty, at the age of eighteen.

Xiang Wan stood up and swept the dust off his body.