Kunning

An unusually ordinary box.

On the surface of black paint, only the lock buckle casts a very sharp sword shape.

After all, Yan Lin came from the general family, and when he saw the clasp, he knew that the box was a box for holding swords, so he laughed, but he didn't open his hand to open it immediately, but deliberately asked her: "Is it heavy?"

Can a long sword made of refined iron mixed with meteoric iron not be heavy?

Jiang Xuening, a little girl with slender arms and legs, hugged the sword case all the way from the door and was dragged in by Shen Zhiyi. Even the beads on her head were a little crooked, and thin beads of sweat appeared on her forehead , the hands are indeed sore.

Hearing Yan Lin's teasing sentence with a smile, she raised her eyebrows angrily.

Immediately, he only said: "Do you know that Shen still doesn't answer?"

Yan Lin accidentally came here to tease her badly, but she complained out of her mouth.

Everything is playful intimacy.

Although there was no physical contact, the familiarity with each other was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

This is completely different from Yan Lin's behavior when he took the initiative to put aside his relationship with Jiang Xuening when they met on the palace road that day.

But at this moment, no one around was surprised.

Or even if you were a little surprised, after a little thought, you will be relieved: all the people who can come to the Hou Mansion in person to participate in the Yan Lin Crown Ceremony in such a precarious time are all close friends with him . Just let them know, let them see, it doesn't hurt.

Seeing that Jiang Xuening's hands holding the sword box were trembling slightly, and her beautiful black and white eyes were almost staring at him, Yan Lin couldn't help but laugh out loud, and finally stepped forward, personally The sword box was taken over.

The lock was lifted, and the sword box opened.

The three-foot Qingfeng lay flat in the sword box, the skylight shone from the side, and with a slight tilt of the hand, the cold light shone in everyone's eyes.

There was a sound of amazement all around.

Yan Lin looked at the cold sword edge, but suddenly fell silent.

With a slight movement in his throat, he looked at Jiang Xuening in front of him again, and said, "Is there no scabbard?"

The boy's eyes were as dark as lacquer, and at that moment, there seemed to be some trace of moisture passing by, but with the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

She felt her heart swell sourly.

But he bent his lips to smile, and with a bit of obstinate brightness, he said without any haze: "The ranger's sword only needs a sheath, but the general's sword doesn't. Even if one day you have to go far, it will be fine if you hide it in the sheath." It won't be long, the sheath should be made by the person who puts the sword in."

A ranger's sword needs a sheath.

The general's sword is for the battlefield.

Young people always show their sharpness. When they grow up and mature, they will be like a sharp sword in its sheath, becoming less aggressive, with a kind of maturity after being polished by the world. But this kind of polishing, she hopes it is not from the imposition of this ups and downs of fate, but from the most authentic heart of the young man!

Therefore, only the sword is given, not the sheath!

Yan Lin stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword. With a slight twist of his wrist, the long sword was already in his palm.

It is no longer the sword that he used to look like used by noble children.

This sword is sharp and cold.

Even ferocious.

The light reflected in the autumn water perfectly matched the most secret Xiaosha in the depths of his heart.

King Yanping couldn't help clapping his hands when he saw it, and praised: "Good sword!"

Shen Zhiyi followed suit, becoming curious: "Call Qingfeng, let's compare with you, let's try the sword!"

Yan Lin smiled helplessly.

But at this moment, there is still a while before the crowning ceremony, and it is true that there is nothing wrong, so he waved his hand and asked Qingfeng to fetch a sword, and tried it with himself, the expression on his face was still the same as before.

Jiang Xuening stood in front of the steps and watched, a little lost in thought.

Yan Lin looked back at her and said, "I like this kind of birthday gift very much."

But Jiang Xuening couldn't laugh: "I'm afraid I won't catch up."

Yan Lin smiled at her, with a soft light in his brows and eyes, and he said with great certainty: "No. Anyone in the world may miss it, but I know, you will definitely come."

Even in the future, maybe I can't marry you;

Even in the future, the Yongyi Hou Mansion will be destroyed.

Believing that Ningning, whom he was waiting for, would definitely come, was like believing that the blazing sun rose from the east, and the rolling rivers converged into the sea. It was so natural and without doubt.

At this moment, Jiang Xuening really almost cried.

The young man standing in front of her will never know that such a possibility that he thought was impossible once existed—

That is she did not come.

Yan Lin firmly believes that she will come to her crown ceremony no matter what, and believes that she can wait until it is, but in her last life, no matter whether it was a delay or ransacking her house, she just didn't arrive, and she couldn't get in when she arrived.

Perhaps it is precisely because of my belief that there is such a deep disappointment.

Moreover, not only did she not arrive, but she also brought deeper despair to the boy.

In her last life, she was really a very, very bad person.

The many companions in the palace basically came together, but the others were different from Princess Leyang and Jiang Xuening after all. Shen Zhiyi could pull someone to ask the direction and run inside, but they didn't dare.

After handing over the post at the door, everyone went in.

Yao Xi followed behind Xiao Shu and Chen Shuyi with her head down, and only looked at the House of Courage and Yi with a particularly indifferent look. Just as she was about to enter the hall together, she heard a voice behind her.

It was someone who handed the post to the housekeeper and said softly: "Zhang Zhe."

Even though she only heard it once in the Compassionate Ning Palace, the cold, shallow voice with almost no ups and downs was as if it had been carved into Yao Xi's ears, and she recognized it immediately.

This is self-declaration when posting.

Yao Xi's footsteps stopped suddenly, and she suddenly looked back—

Zhang Zhe just went up the steps, stood outside the hall, and handed over the post.

The eyelids are drawn, and the brows are dull.

He is not wearing any official uniform today, only a plain and simple navy blue muslin round-neck gown. There is neither fancy clothes nor frills. Standing together with the guests around him does not seem to be very obvious. Indifferent.

But Yao Xi saw him right away.

But Zhang Zhe didn't notice the others, let alone look in Yao Xi's direction, and walked to the other side of the hall together with a few officials from the Ministry of Punishment who came with him.

Yao Xi suddenly felt extremely hated.

She stood there without moving a step for a long time, until she saw Zhang Zhe's figure disappear behind the block of the Linghua window sash, then she clenched her fingers tightly, suppressing the surging emotion in her chest, and moved forward go.

It's just that she was absent-minded, although she walked forward, she didn't look forward.

Xiao Shu and the others had already gone to the front, but a man in a flying fish suit came out from the front. Yao Xi turned around and almost bumped into this man!

"ah!"

She was caught off guard, startled, and immediately took a step back, exclaiming in a low voice.

When he saw a man in front of him, tall and burly, he subconsciously frowned and said, "Don't you even look at it when you walk?"

Zhou Yinzhi can be said to be one of the few people in Jinyiwei who dared to attend the crowning ceremony, and the position of a thousand households is not low in the court.

But he didn't want to walk and almost ran into this girl.

That's all right, it's a trivial matter, but he didn't think that the one who walked and didn't look at the road would say that he didn't look at the road.

He didn't show any signs of happiness or anger, and his expression didn't change at the moment. I knew that someone who dared to come to Yongyi Hou's mansion at this time was either rich or expensive, and he had certain reliance behind him, so he only bowed to Yao Xi, Said: "Unintentionally, I bumped into the girl."

Yao Xi also saw that he was Jin Yiwei.

But her father is a minister of six books, a cabinet bachelor, and a prince and grand tutor. How could he take this small thousand households seriously?

Seeing that the other party apologized, he didn't say anything.

She is a girl, bumping into a man in this kind of situation, her thoughts are inevitably more sensitive, she flicked her sleeves and went straight to the direction where Xiao Shu and the others were going without saying a word.

Zhou Yinzhi looked back at her, and asked his colleagues beside him, "Whose lady is that?"

The colleague said: "Master Yao's family."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly let out a "huh" and smiled winkingly: "Master Qianhu is also interested?"

Zhou Yinzhi twitched the corners of his lips casually, and said: "Just ask."

It was just a little curiosity about the hatred and resentment hidden in the eyes of the girl when she turned around just now.

People with strong emotions are easy to be used.

What's more, such a real and obvious hatred?

Zhou Yinzhi didn't ask any more questions, turned around and went in the same direction that Zhang Zhe went to earlier.

Xie Wei didn't come too early.

He didn't go to court today, his mansion was next door, he didn't come in a carriage, and he didn't need someone to carry a sedan chair, he only brought his sword and book, he walked out quickly, and he arrived at the gate of Yongyihou's mansion in a short while.

The butler saw him from a distance and immediately bowed to greet him.

Before anything happened in Yongyi Hou's mansion, Lord Hou searched many times among the government and the public, thinking about who to invite to take the words for Yan Lin, but he never expected that one day he would go to the court with Xie Wei, chat for a few words and return. It was speculative, and when asked, Xie Wei was willing, so he was naturally overjoyed.

So it was decided to ask Xie Wei to take the word.

It can be said that among the many guests who came today, the most important one is this one. The housekeeper almost personally led him in, and said with a smile: "Young master Xie is here. Master Hou has specifically explained that if you come today Please come and sit in his hall first."

Xie Wei was dressed in snow-white clothes, with cloud pattern as the background, and he appeared indistinctly.

When stepping up the steps, it looks like an immortal in the nine heavens.

He glanced at the butler, and followed him into the mansion, looking at the pavilions and pavilions on both sides, but he was in a trance like a dream, and only asked: "I heard that Lord Hou has been sick these days, is he better?"

The steward sighed, and smiled wryly: "How can this situation get any better? Not long ago, I was drinking with my son, and I didn't listen to my persuasion. But these days in the forbidden mansion, it's rare to have time to spend time with your son. When Master is together, although the illness is not cured, the mood is much more comfortable."

"Is it…"

Xie Wei blinked, then murmured: "That's also good."

Yongyi Hou Yanmu lives in Chengqingtang, just behind Qingyutang.

When you go to Chengqingtang, you will pass by Qingyutang.

There are rockery and bonsai along the way, and the corridors are back and forth. It can be seen that it is a mansion that has passed the age, but many of the carved beams and painted buildings have been newly decorated. The vegetation in the mansion is completely different from that of more than 20 years ago.

Xie Wei walked here, unexpectedly felt very strange.

Qingyutang is facing the water, and there are koi swimming in the water. Near the end of the corridor, there is a tall cherry tree.

The leaves have already fallen in winter.

However, it grows very high, almost over the roof, and some branches even reach the top of the corridor. When standing below and looking at it, the tall and sparse tree shadows are branched under the gray and white sky, as if one can imagine it. Green in hot summer.

Xie Wei watched, unable to look back.

When the butler saw him, he thought he was a little puzzled how such a brave mansion could tolerate this tree growing like this, so he just laughed and said, "Don't be surprised, this cherry tree was planted by Hou Ye for Young Master Biao. It's been more than twenty years..."

He paused at this point, his expression unnatural.

Guessing that Xie Wei didn't know who he was talking about, he added a half-sentence: "It means that Xiao Yan was married back then, so he must not be a young son..."

Xie Wei's fingers placed in front of him slowly tightened, as if this could suppress some things that suddenly surged inside, and said slowly: "So that's how it is."

The speaking room has arrived in front of Qingyu Hall.

A group of young people gathered here, just after watching Yan Lin and Qing Feng test their swords, they all said in unison and applauded, when they turned around and saw Xie Wei, they were all startled, they all stopped and turned around to salute: "See Thanks sir!"

Yan Lin looked at Xie Wei with deep eyes and did not speak;

Although Jiang Xuening knew that Xie Wei was considered Yan Lin's husband and wanted to pick up characters for him, she did not expect to meet him in the depths of the mansion, and after a moment of hesitation, she saluted with the others.

This is half a beat slower.

Xie Wei noticed it, but didn't say anything, he just said: "Don't be too polite."

When he turned his eyes, he saw the long sword in Yan Lin's hand, and he wanted to say something.

Unexpectedly, there was a "meow" call from behind the cherry tree in front of me.

A tabby cat with yellow spots on its snow-white fur chased some flying insects, and ran out from behind the tree with extraordinary agility, and ran towards the place where Xie Wei was standing.

His pupils shrank, and his body tensed up suddenly.

Everyone was attracted.

Jiang Xuening's heart skipped a beat, seeing the little cat passing by her feet was about to run towards Xie Wei, before she had time to think about it, she subconsciously bent over, stretched out her hand, and stopped the cat, Hug up!

The little cat fell into her arms and could no longer move forward.

It waved its paws in a panic and meowed.

Everyone's eyes turned to her at once, a little surprised by her sudden action.

However, Jiang Xuening almost didn't lift it up at the mouth of her throat in one breath, quietly glanced at Xie Wei who was standing there stiffly but didn't move half a step, raised her hand as if unintentionally, and gently stroked the little cat. The robe took advantage of the situation to cover most of the cat.

Her heart is still beating fast.

Xie Wei glanced at her silently.

But she just hugged the kitten tightly, afraid that it would jump out again, she smiled at everyone as if nothing had happened, and said: "I didn't expect that the Hou Mansion also raised a kitten, it's really cute."