Chapter 13 Paper
Comfortable days always go by very quickly. Xie Fengyue stayed in Xibo Pavilion for three days. During this period, no one else came except Mrs.
Aibo Pavilion is three or four times larger than Jinyuan, and the scenery and decoration inside are even more extravagant. Xie Fengyue was sitting barefoot and kneeling by the window. Her kneeling posture was leisurely and lazy, forgetting the etiquette of a noble lady. There were silver charcoal basins in the room every five steps, making the room full of warmth. With a calm expression on her face, she watched Zhe Zhi and Song Shan laughing and playing in the courtyard through the window lattice.
Hua Rui bowed her head while embroidering her purse, and looked up to see the girl looking out the window: "Girl, don't worry, you can see the wind after drinking the last medicine today, and you can go out to get some fresh air tomorrow."
Xie Fengyue put down the gilt soup pozi in her hand. Although she didn't reply, there was a look of expectation in her eyes.
What she was thinking about was not going out for some fresh air, but Gongzi Yan.
I haven't seen him since I said goodbye the day before yesterday. This was a bit beyond Xie Fengyue's expectations. He had been somewhat protective of her based on his behavior before, but now it's been three days, and he's not indifferent, just missing. silhouette.
Xie Fengyue scratched her head anxiously in her heart, but since she listened to the doctor, she had to finish the play.
"Can the purse be embroidered tomorrow?" Xie Fengyue asked as her eyes fell on Song Shan in the courtyard.
The needle is inserted into the stamen, and the begonia on the embroidered cloth is embroidered like a real flower: "The embroidery can be completed today."
Xie Fengyue's eyes turned back to Hua Rui's hand, stretched out her hand to lean on the small table: "You are a very good embroiderer."
Hua Rui pursed her lips and smiled: "Thank you for the compliment, girl. I just spent some time in the embroidery room and learned some folk crafts."
Xie Fengyue nodded in understanding and said nothing, but her eyes fell outside the courtyard again. Seeing that Zhe Zhi seemed to be tired from playing, saying goodbye to Songshan and walking back, her eyes curled up.
The bead curtain was rattled by broken branches. As soon as she sat down, she poured a cup of tea and drank it. Then she said breathlessly: "Girl, I heard about it. It is said that Gongzi Yan has been talking to several people from Xie County in the past few days." Celebrities eat wine and drink tea.”
Xie Fengyue's eyes were dark: "There is still one month left, have you ever heard when he will return to Langya?"
Zhezhi glanced out the window at Songshan, where a snowman was still being built: "That fool said he would leave after his son finished visiting Mr. Meishan."
"Mr. Meishan? Is there such a famous person in Chen County?"
The more famous bachelors in Chen County either became counselors of the Xie family, or they accepted invitations from other aristocratic families. This Mr. Xie Fengyue from Meishan had never been heard of before.
Zhezhi poured another cup of tea: "I heard from Songshan that a high-ranking official named Lu Mei was reprimanded by Emperor Zhou and then returned to his hometown."
Xie Fengyue became even more confused when she said this. It was common for famous scholars and scholars in the Qian'an Dynasty to become officials and be demoted and punished. All of them came from aristocratic families. If the emperor dares to let people go today, they will be able to find them tomorrow. An aristocratic family settles down and lives. There is an old saying in the market, a flowing dynasty is a strong family.
But if Xie Fengyue remembers correctly, this high official is Lang Zhongling. He is not from a noble family, but from a poor family.
There are many ways to do this. Gongzi Yan was born in the Langya Wang family and was still a direct branch. He should not have any intersection with those students from the poor family. What's more, Lu Mei was the backbone of the students from the poor family.
A bold guess gradually emerged in Xie Fengyue's mind: "Could it be that this Young Master Yan is a fake?"
As soon as this stupid idea came out, Xie Fengyue wanted to slap herself. Portraits of the direct descendants of wealthy families like the Langya Wang family, the Chenjun Xie family, the Yingchuan Geng family, and the Fanyang Lu family have long been spread throughout the aristocratic family circles. If she can be deceived, can the Xie family be deceived as well?
At this moment, there was a sound at the courtyard door.
The man in white gave Songshan a folding fan when he entered, and saw them talking and laughing as they entered the house.
Xie Fengyue was scratching her heart like a cat's paw. She didn't care whether the Langya Prince's son was real or fake. She just needed to use his name to prevent Mrs. But going south to look for her brother, what does it have to do with her whether the Xie family's reputation will be damaged?
After making up her mind, Xie Fengyue looked at Huarui, who was still lowering her head to embroider a handkerchief: "Let's finish it off, I want to use it now."
When Hua Rui heard this, her hands moved faster, and the moon-white purse was embroidered in just two cups of tea. Xie Fengyue held it in her hand and looked left and right, then picked up the needle and thread and embroidered a small moon character under the crabapple leaves. Xie Fengyue wore a raccoon fur hat on her head. The long fur edges covered her face so that only her small face was exposed, and her face was specially painted with whiter makeup. She looked like a frail and yandere girl. She looked at herself in the bronze mirror with satisfaction, picked up her purse and walked to the wing where Wang Yan was.
When she actually arrived outside the study, she hesitated, wondering if her eagerness might reveal some clues.
Songshan, who was in the inner room, looked at the figure outside the door and then at the expression of his husband: "Mr. Sir, Miss Xie may have something to ask you for." His voice was very low, but his expression was Looks like watching a play.
Wang Yan fiddled with a few pieces of paper beside him without saying anything, but Songshan beside him became anxious and stretched out his hand to open the door.
Just when his hand touched the door, there was a knock on the door.
Wang Yan's hand movements lagged and then returned to normal: "Please come in."
Xie Fengyue pushed the door open and was hit by a strong smell of bamboo pulp. She covered her nose and couldn't help but sneeze. The sneeze sounded extremely loud in this quiet room, and her face turned red with embarrassment: "Langjun"
Her voice was clear and soft in the past, but it had never sounded like a cat purring.
Wang Yan smiled and said: "Why are you here, girl?"
Xie Fengyue sat down with her head lowered and her face red, a little nervous, and her voice was as low as a mosquito: "I've embroidered my husband's purse."
Wang Yan couldn't hear it clearly and asked again: "What?"
Then she took out her purse from her arms and handed it over.
Wang Yan's eyes fell on the slender fingers: "Your hands are much better."
This preface was not matched by the concern in the following words, which made Xie Fengyue raise her head. The pale face made the blush on his face even more eye-catching.
When the two people's eyes met, Wang Yan coughed first and then spoke: "The girl is very sincere. She embroidered this purse for me even when she was seriously ill. It's just that I have some errands that I have to do recently, so I can't teach the girl how to paint for the time being."< br>
Xie Fengyue lowered her eyes and said with a sob in her voice: "It's because I'm ignorant and bothering you."
Wang Yan looked at the purse on the table. The embroidery on it was exquisite and elegant, which showed that it had been carefully embroidered. He sighed and pointed at the pieces of paper at hand: "A certain person has really been busy with housework recently, and he's not just looking for excuses to avoid girls."
Xie Fengyue touched the paper with her fingers: "This is not the paper that was supplied to aristocratic families in the past." She made a conclusion, but Wang Yan was shocked.
"Shouldn't she keep this kind of thing a secret? How could she not take the usual route and directly reveal that she knew about it? Could it be that she has something on her mind?" Wang Yan's back straightened.
Xie Fengyue twisted a piece of paper and said: "The paper supplied by all major aristocratic families is from the Tang family in Beihai. The paper is white but not transparent, and the smell is soft but not pungent. I have been very sensitive to smells since I was a child, and I was attracted by this paper as soon as I entered the door. If the smell makes you sneeze, then the paper must not be from the Beihai Tang family.”
Wang Yan's mind turned over and over again: "What kind of path is this?" He then pinched one in his hand, "Girl, be careful, I have visited several bookstores recently, and no one noticed that there is anything wrong with this paper. ”
Xie Fengyue had no idea what Wang Yan was thinking, but she still didn't dare to speak. The Beihai Tang family said it was one of the eight Langya families, but no one knew that the Tang family had long been a vassal of the Wang family. The Tang family had monopolized paper for many years. , everyone from the royal family to the squire clan has purchased paper from Tang family for several years. Now that this piece of paper is out, Xie Fengyue only has one sentence in her mind: "Obstructing people's way of making money is like killing their parents."
She didn't even want to hear it anymore. This kind of clan dispute would do her no good at all.
(End of chapter)