MTL - Feng Xing-Chapter 11

What does this mean?

Soon Feng Sheng understood that Sun Ruyi and Sun Ruhua had been hanging out outside the gate of the Banyan Garden for a long time, which must have aroused the ideas of the people inside. The reason for this is naturally well known, and Lin Bixuan's location is delicate, and Sun Ruyi and Sun Ruyi stay here again, so it is inevitable that people will associate her with each other and misunderstand.

Maybe, the master may have misunderstood last time.

Feng Sheng didn't explain, and stood there with lowered eyebrows.

Zong Yue glanced at her, and his eyes fell on the table. Seeing that there were dishes on the table, two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and a pot of wine warmed, a sneer flashed in his eyes.

But instead of leaving, he walked over and sat down at the table.

"A little concubine, she has a clear mind, but it's a pity that she comes from a humble background and is not praised by others."

This sentence is even more incomprehensible, but it can be heard that the other party is mocking himself.

Feng Sheng has never insulted the character of coming to the door, but can still be self-satisfied, so she couldn't help but said: "My little girl really doesn't understand what you mean, why should you add bad words to me?"

"don't know?"

Zong Yue snorted lightly, but did not speak.

Seeing this, Dewang hurriedly came up: "Master, you think this wine is not bad? I will pour it for you." As early as when the two of them came in, they could smell it floating in the air, slightly sweet and slightly sweet. Bitter alcohol.

"You come."

Dewang originally thought he was being asked to come, but it wasn't until Zong Yue glanced at him that he realized it was the girl standing next to him.

Feng Sheng was stunned for a moment, Zhichun took a step forward, just about to say something, but Feng Sheng blocked it with his hand.

girl-

The voice hovered in her throat, but she didn't spit it out after all.

Zhichun looked at the girl who was holding the jug and pouring wine with her head down, and was stunned on the spot.

…

A pair of plain hands are slender, white and clear, but the index finger and **** can faintly see the thin calluses on them.

At first glance, it is not obvious, but if you look closely, you can see that these **** are different from other fingers, just like a fine jade ornament, suddenly there is a flaw.

But it reminded Zong Yue of that ink book and the brochure presented by Sun Qinghua.

Although the prince is the most dignified status in the world, the father treats the son harshly. When he was young, he had to study hard and practice hard. Only people who hold pens all year round can have such fingers.

How could a girl in her boudoir have such hands?

Without him, nothing more than studying hard to please the elders.

Thinking that this girl has been staying here for more than half a month, even if she pretends to be, she has worked hard. Then think that she may not know the scriptures she copied, and was given to him by her father under the name of another daughter. Thinking about his childhood experience, Zong Yue rarely showed kindness.

He took a sip of his wine and said, "Just now you said that I was talking badly to you? Your father delivered a scripture a few days ago, saying that it was copied by his daughter-in-law Ruyi. Your maiden name is Ruyi?"

Feng Sheng immediately understood.

Not only did he understand why the old lady asked her to come here to copy the scriptures because of illness, but also the scriptures she copied, and he also understood why this man had such a reaction when he saw the prayer beads on her wrist that day.

It is estimated that the master in front of me believes in Buddhism, so the old lady will choose what she likes?

In fact, Feng Sheng guessed what the old lady meant before, but he couldn't figure out some joints, so everything is smooth now.

"...I think the girl always wants to go back..."

Just leave!

Feng Sheng bit her lower lip lightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "My little girl's boudoir name is not Ruyi."

She also seemed to understand Zong Yue's meaning, before the words fell, tears burst out, but she was afraid of being seen, so she lowered her head deeply.

Zong Yue raised the wine glass in her hand, she trembled a bit, and stepped forward to fill the wine glass.

Zong Yue stopped talking, just drinking and eating.

The food is obviously not delicious, and the wine is just ordinary, but against the misty and misty lake view, he is in a good mood.

Glancing at the woman standing on one side, Zong Yue said: "I heard Mrs. Sun said that his daughter is proficient in all kinds of poems and songs, and is proficient in everything. Can she sing?"

"I asked you if you can sing?" Dewang asked.

"What do you think of my girl?!" Zhichun rushed out and said.

"Yes. A little bit."

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, Zhichun looked at Feng Sheng in disbelief: "Girl."

Feng Sheng lowered his head.

Today she was wearing a summer shirt with dark blue flowers on the front and large sleeves in tea-white. To make such a gesture, there is an extraordinarily graceful feeling.

"Dewang, go get the pipa."

Dewang cried and said: "Master, it's raining, where do you tell me to find a pipa... I will find it right now, Lord, just wait."

"You're quite interesting." Zong Yue's eyes circled around her body, and paused at the weak grip.

Feng Sheng lowered her head again, only showing the tip of her chin.

…

Not long after, Dewang came with a pipa, and I don't know where he found it.

When the pipa was handed over to Feng Sheng, she seemed a little at a loss, until Dewang moved a pier and put it not far away, she finally found the movement and sat down on the pier.

Xiaoqu, also known as Minor Tune, Shidiao, Xiaoling, etc., is a folk song widely spread in Wu area. As early as in the Qin Dynasty, the court music workshop had collected folk ditties. "Book of Jin. Le Zhi" once said: "Miscellaneous songs of Wu songs, and came out of the south of the Yangtze River." Until the Song and Ming Dynasties, ditties had become extremely popular in the south of the Yangtze River, to the point where they could come up with a few sentences regardless of whether they were north or south, men or women.

But that’s all for small households in Pengmen. Official families have always paid attention to etiquette. It is an extremely insulting thing for an official’s daughter to be asked by a man if she can sing. .

Fang Fengsheng knew that the man in front of him was insulting him, but he was not surprised, because Sun Qinghua took the initiative to say that his daughter was proficient in all poems and songs. Is it surprising that the other party would do this?

While she was thinking silently in her heart, she put her plain hand on the strings and plucked them lightly twice. ,

…

Outside the pavilion, it was raining heavily.

Xie Nei was silent.

Suddenly, there were two ding-dong sounds, like a gurgling stream.

After a while, a series of beautiful melodies overflowed and rolled between the houses.

Sometimes it is tactful and smooth, sometimes smooth and melodious, and gradually turns into a whimpering sound. At the same time, the woman's slender and lingering voice also circled.

The ditty uses the authentic Wu dialect Ruannong, which emphasizes softness, whine, and glutinousness.

It is said that women in the south of the Yangtze River are made of water. In addition to the water in the south of the Yangtze River nourishing people, it has a lot to do with the accent of Wu dialect. It's just that mandarin is spoken nowadays, so Jiangnan minor tunes can fully interpret the charm and tenderness of Jiangnan women.

Zong Yue didn't think that this woman was very attractive, and even felt that she was bland and unattractive. Originally, it was just a mediation, and even because of the behavior of Sun Qinghua and his daughters, he was a little disgusted and malicious, but at this moment, when she was still holding the pipa half-hidden, and singing Jiangnan ditty with half-down eyes, he was really amazed.

After the song, the sound falls.

Zong Yue stood up and walked over.

The inlaid sapphire ring with complicated patterns and the jade-colored ring finger exuding a warm light represent the symbol of extreme wealth and honor.

He only held her chin with **** and looked down, a condescending gesture.

"I didn't expect that you are still a treasure."

The man's gloomy pupils were dyed with a layer of fire, sliding from his white face like jade to his slender neck, the collar was tightly buttoned, but it seemed as if he could slip in.

"Young Master." Feng Sheng half-cast his eyes, blushing.

Zong Yue's left hand, which was behind his back, moved, and Dewang was shocked, and hurriedly dragged Zhichun back to avoid it.

Zhichun refused to leave, but Dewang stared at her and stuck out his tongue to scare her. This water pavilion is not alone, there is a screen in the middle, and the two retreat behind the screen.

"Master Sun has raised his daughter well."

In a trance, Feng Sheng found himself in the arms of the other party. The pipa in her arms disappeared at some point, and the man's arms around her waist were strong and strong.

She never expected that the third prince would be so aggressive, and her heart was pounding. Feng Sheng has never been in a relationship with a man and a woman again, and he knows that this person is already in love, and he doesn't care that it is still in broad daylight at this time.

"My lord, you can't." She put her hand on the other's chest.

"I don't want to be here, so where do you want to be?" The man's voice was hoarse, and his big palm rubbed her waist that was tightly grasped.

"Young master, it's really impossible."

"I don't believe you don't know who I am. Are you staying here for many days just to copy the scriptures? If you follow me, I will accept you into the mansion."

After finishing speaking, the man pressed down.

The unsteady breath shows the impatience of the man, and the low and hoarse voice tells the man's emotion. Just when the man's face was close at hand, a pair of jade hands blocked it again.

"Your Highness, please listen to my daughter."

Zong Yue was obviously displeased with Feng Sheng's repeated obstruction, he frowned, staring at her red eye circles: "Say."

"The little girl was born in a family of officials. Such behavior is undoubtedly a matchless affair. Although the little girl likes His Highness and wants to serve His Highness, I still ask His Highness to show the little girl a little face. If His Highness really likes the little girl, ask the elders in the family After begging my daughter, she will naturally do whatever she wants. But if this is the case, although my daughter is powerless to resist, she will die to preserve her innocence."

Zong Yue narrowed his narrow eyes.

"Your Highness—"

His tumbling eyes fell on the woman's fair neck, the thin light blue tubes were as fragile as fresh flower petals. The long fingers rubbed against the slender waist under the palm, as if caressing a naughty cat.

"Well, I promise you."

"Thank you, Your Highness. Please ask your highness to personally ask the elders in the family for the little girl." Before the words fell, Feng Sheng said with a trembling voice: "My little girl knows that she comes from a humble background, even if she follows His Highness, it is unlikely that she will have a righteous This will give the little girl some face, so please forgive me, Your Highness."

"Can."

…

Feng Sheng hurried away with Zhichun.

Even though he had already left Linbixuan, he could still feel the scorching gaze of the other party on his back.

"girl."

"Don't talk, go quickly." When walking around the corner, Feng Sheng raised his eyes to look at Zong Yue in the pavilion, then lowered his head again.

In the middle of the pavilion, Zong Yue said: "Dewang, go and ask this girl's name." Before he finished speaking, he said again: "Come on, Sun Qinghua knows it himself."

Dewang was next to him and said flatteringly: "Congratulations, congratulations, you have got a beautiful woman. The emperor always said that you are dull, that's why beauties in Beijing can't get in the eyes of the master, everyone says that there are beauties in the south of the Yangtze River Son, this statement is not false."

beauty?

Although the appearance is not high-level, it is unique in style.

Zong Yue rubbed his fingers, as if the fragrance was still in his palm.

The author has something to say: I am not explaining for Zongda's pig's hooves. In this case, it is difficult not to misunderstand, and Sun Qinghua is eager to cling to her, which makes people feel that his daughter is very cheap, especially Zongyue is this kind. It is normal for identities, if they are too far apart, to be treated as playthings.

The only thing that surprised Zong Yue was that the heroine not only copied the Buddhist scriptures well, but also sang the tunes well. Only when he was amazed by his singing, did he want to accept others. Anyway, it's just raising someone there, and it doesn't cost two or two meters.

What he doesn't know is that the heroine can not only copy Buddhist scriptures and sing ditties, but also other things →_→

Ruannong's ancient songs in Wu language can be substituted into Eight Beauty of Qinhuai and Qinhuai Scenery. At the beginning, this book was dragged on because the hostess couldn’t set it up. Later, I heard Qinhuai Bayan by chance. In fact, I heard it before and thought it was not bad, but I didn’t feel special. I heard it that time, especially the pipa in it. Accompaniment, inspiration came suddenly.

Well, Wen Neng picks up the pen to make peace with the world, puts down the pen, and picks up the pipa, I am also a little fresh. (Fang Fengsheng→_→)