It's March in spring, and the breeze is suddenly warm.
Before dawn, Xie Yuan changed into court clothes and was having breakfast when the concierge came to report that the carriage and horses were ready.
Xie Yu'an nodded, put down the bowl and chopsticks, rinsed his mouth with warm tea, then stood up and returned to the bedroom quietly.
A lamp was lit on the table behind the bed, lightly illuminating the scene in the room.
Xie Yu'an stepped forward, gently opened the bed curtain, leaned over and pressed a kiss on the sleeping Qiao Yin's face.
"Thank you Madam, I'm going to court."
Qiao Yin muttered vaguely. He didn't open his eyes, but his hands had already stretched out from the quilt and wrapped around Xie Yu'an's neck.
Xie Yuan let her hold him, he liked this kind of going-out ceremony.
"Madam, some of my books are still in the study room of the General's Mansion. Could you please take the time to look for them for me? I've written the list of books on the desk."
Qiao Yin closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder, muttering: "Where's the reward?"
Xie Yu'an smiled and said: "I have to go to the west of the city to do some business today. I will bring you the poria cocos cake and plum ginger from the west of the city when I come back."
"I also want a plate of crab roe and melon seeds." Qiao Yin added one more.
"good."
Xie Yu'an responded with a smile and tucked her back into bed.
"Go to sleep, I'm going out."
Xie Yu'an kissed her again, then put down the bed curtain, blew out the lamp and went out.
Qiao Yin took another nap, and when he woke up it was already bright.
After having breakfast and taking care of some matters in the courtyard, Qiao Yin took San Er Yi to the General's Mansion.
There were several walls of books in the study room of the General's Mansion, but fortunately Xie Yu'an also marked the approximate location when he gave the book list. Qiao Yin didn't spend too much time to find all the dozen books Xie Yu'an asked for.
In addition to the books Xie Yuan asked for, Qiao Yin found the scrolls he had seen last time.
However, it is different from last time. When I look at it this time, I am already the person in the painting, and the feeling is very different.
Qiao Yin put away the scroll and was about to leave when suddenly there was a rustling sound from the corner. When he turned around, he saw San Eryi wagging his tail and dragging out a scroll covered in brocade from nowhere.
This scene is exactly the same as last time, except that the little puppy has almost become a big wolfdog.
"Where did you pick it up from?"
Qiao Yin smiled, patted 321's head, and took the scroll out of its mouth.
I thought it was still the peach blossom picture from last time, but when I opened it, I found that it showed three people outing and flying paper kites on a grassy slope.
Qiao Yin was stunned and opened all the scrolls. The familiar butterfly kite and the familiar postures of the three people were her, her eldest brother Qiao Mo, and Bizhu.
This picture?
Qiao Yin remembered that it was the spring of the Western Year. Not long after she returned to the capital, because of Concubine Lu's disparagement and hints, every family in the capital excluded the Jing'an Marquis Mansion from hosting banquets or gatherings for fun.
March 3rd was a good time to go out and have fun together, but Qiao Yin was lonely and ostracized, so her eldest brother specially took her to the outskirts of the city to fly kites to relax.
Was he there that day?
"Three two one, where did you get it?" Qiao Yin couldn't help but ask.
Saneryi seemed to understand, wagging his tail and leading her to the innermost corner of the study, and pulled out a sandalwood box with his paws.
The box is hidden at the bottom and cannot be found without paying attention.
The box was unlocked, so Saneryi used his claws to open a crack in the lid, then squeezed his head in, groaning as he didn't know what he was looking for.
Qiao Yin stepped forward and opened the lid of the box. Saneryi made a few mouthfuls of it, took out a ball of wool from the bottom of the box, and then ran away happily.
It seems that this is his favorite toy, and it somehow ended up in this box. He wanted to find the toy in the box, so he would take things out of it again and again.
The box was opened, but Qiao Yin had no time to pay attention to the three, two and one. Her eyes were completely attracted by the contents of the box.
Inside is one calligraphy after another, all in her handwriting.
That was the pair she wanted to study as a teacher at Yingtian Academy.
It turned out to be him!
The Mr. Duo who taught her was the most famous Mr. Duo in the capital, and the threshold was extremely high. At the beginning, she lamented that she was lucky to have fallen in love with her husband and was accepted by him as his disciple.
It turned out that Xie Yuan was secretly taking care of her.
Then he secretly supported the piano, tea art, and cakes she learned?
Qiao Yin flipped through the things in the box, and sure enough, he saw scattered piano scores, tea scores, and recipe books.
In addition to these, there are more paintings by Xie Yuan.
The painting shows a clear sky, with a branch of albizia flower sticking out from the other side of the wall and reaching here.
The painting shows a bleak autumn wind and the setting sun. A figure is elongated and reflected on the wall.
The painting is of heavy snow, with a snowman standing alone under the wall.
The painting shows two sides separated by a wall. On one side is laughter and bright lights, on the other side is a lonely wine glass. The noise and silence are so distinct, but the same fireworks are blooming above them.
Qiao Yin looked at the paintings and the mottled Western Season recorded on the bluestone wall. His heart felt like a ball of wet cotton, making him breathless and wanting to cry.
fraud.
Xie Yuan also lied to her, saying that he only lived next door for a few days occasionally, but he was clearly looking forward to meeting her again day and night.
Why didn't she notice?
Qiao Yin, why didn't you find out earlier?
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At dusk, Xie Yuan returned home in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Afraid that the things in his hands would get cold, he didn't take the bus and came back first.
As soon as he entered the door, he was surrounded by people.
Xie Yu'an couldn't help but laugh: "Are you so greedy? I went late and didn't buy crab roe and melon seeds. Can I ask someone to buy them again tomorrow morning?"
Qiao Yin hugged his waist and rested her head on his chest.
He couldn't see her expression, but he could only hear her say: "Xie Yu'an, I got all the books back."
The voice was soft, not as excited as before.
Xie Yu'an was stunned for a moment, then turned and saw a pile of books on the table and a familiar sandalwood box.
His vision froze, and suddenly he turned around.
She discovered his prying eyes in the Western New Year.
"Are you... scared by me?" he asked cautiously.
Qiao Yin raised her head in his arms, and she shook her head, "No, I know, you are very measured and respect me."
I respect her choice, so I choose to hide my feelings and look at her silently.
"But... I feel so uncomfortable." Qiao Yin said, and suddenly her eyes became red again.
Her three years and eleven months, and his three years and eleven months, they both lived unhappy lives.
Xie Yu'an put down the things in his hands, lowered his head and reached out to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"It doesn't matter. You are new here, so I should wait for you."
Xie Yu'an comforted him, but as soon as he finished speaking, he felt that his words were too sanctimonious, so he added truthfully:
"Although sometimes I am jealous of Lu Jinzhi, jealous that he can get your preference without doing anything..."
"Sometimes, I also want to be seen by you..."
Qiao Yin's nose suddenly sore, and her tears were like broken beads. She looked up at him:
"Xie Yu'an, have I told you?"
"I am very afraid of death and cherish my life, but I only laid down my life for you."
As smart as Xie Yu'an, he immediately understood the weight of this sentence, "I only risked my life for you."
She was telling him that he was the only one, an existence that no one else could compare to.
Xie Yu'an suddenly smiled softly and said with some ambivalence: "What should I do? This sentence is very touching, but a bit heavy. I would like to hear your words be more concise and tacky, saying, 'You only love me.'"
"I only love you."
"I only love Xie Yuan."
"Jiang Yin only loves Xie Yu'an."
As soon as Xie Yuan's words came out of his mouth, Jiang Yin immediately responded to him, and responded to him three times, each sentence seemed to hit his heart.
Xie Yuan looked down at her wet eyes, his own face reflected in them.
Her eyes were filled with him, just like her confession.
Xie Yuan's lips curved slightly, he hugged her waist tightly, lowered his head and pressed her lips against hers.
"Me too."
"I only love you too."
"Xie Yu'an only loves Jiang Yin for the rest of his life."
