[Rebirth] Pity

"Father and mother, it's fine. I'm fine now." Wang Zi'an put down the book, looking helpless.

"You've been sleeping all day, how can you say you're okay?" The Queen Mother's gentle face showed a bit of worry, and Wang Zi'an whispered in his heart: He didn't actually sleep, he was reading a book.

"Mother, I know my body. It's good to stay at home." Wang Zi'an comforted the Queen Mother with a smile.

The Queen Mother looked at Wang Zi'an sadly, "When you were with the general, you wanted to go out all day, so you were happy..."

In such a comparison, no matter what Wang Zi'an said, it was not convincing.

"Let's go out for a walk!" Father Wang finally said, "Father and Mother have been worried about your health, so they have not allowed you to go out. It is because we failed to consider your thoughts."

Wang Zi'an was dumbfounded. Looking at the couple, his heart was touched. In his two lifetimes, the greatest luck should be to have a family like this.

"Father, I'm fine, I don't blame you." I should thank you, thank you for your selfless love.

After the conversation that day, Wang Zi'an got the right to leave the mansion at will, but he still stayed in Qingmei Wanli. The king's father and mother were very moved by Wang Zi'an's thoughtfulness. Let them worry, well, this is really a beautiful misunderstanding, in fact, Wang Zi'an just didn't know where to go, and he still remembered Wei Yishuang's promise to take him around the entire imperial capital.

Unaware of the truth, the king's father and queen mother were so moved that they offered to recommend a place to Wang Zi'an, and Wang Zi'an, who was driven off the shelves, had to go out only once.

Wang Zi'an felt that Wei Yishuang would be so sad that he would want to cry when he came back, after all, he was tricked by his father many times in order to take him out.

There is no general on this trip, so Biyun and Ning Qi naturally have to follow. The place they are going to is a maple forest in the south of the city. It is already autumn at this time, and the mountains must be full of red flames!

The fact is the same. The moment Wang Zian got out of the car and looked up, he was shocked by the scenery in front of him. There were red leaves everywhere, and the flames like slaps almost burned his eyeballs.

There are quite a few people who come to watch the maple forest, most of them are young teenagers and girls, and they all come together. Wang Zi'an came here alone, and he was noticed shortly after getting off the car, not to mention that Wang Zi'an is even more eye-catching than the maple leaves all over the mountain. .

A young man came forward, his clothes showed his family background, he said friendly: "Master, you came here alone! I am An Ran, the eldest son of Anfu, if you don't mind, you can come with us. "

Wang Zi'an saw some people looking at him not far behind the boy, nodded slightly, and agreed.The boys and girls over there were obviously delighted, obviously, they were happy that they hooked up with the beautiful boy.

A mat was laid out on the ground, and everyone sat on it. Wang Zi'an went up with his shoes, and the maple leaves fell from the sky from time to time. The artistic conception was beautiful. With the maple leaves as the background, everyone watched Wang Zi'an's movements, weak and dignified. Yes, it was the first time that they felt that the action of sitting down could be so beautiful.

"Which family are you, why haven't I seen it before?" An Ran looked at Wang Zi'an's clothes and movements, without even thinking about it, she knew that the other party must be from a great family.

"I'm Wang Zi'an. I'm not in good health. I don't usually go out." Wang Zi'an replied gently. He still likes these enthusiastic young people.

When everyone heard the name, they felt familiar, but they didn’t think about it because they were innocent. They also took care of the weak, and they were very humble when they played games. Their games were also very elegant. Ann was amusing to watch.

"My lord, do you want to show a section?"

Wang Zi'an, who was selected, did not refuse, set up the piano on one side, and said calmly: "Let me play the first song for everyone!"

Wang Zi'an has almost everything in his own room, and those were all that Wang Zi'an had dabbled in before, so Bi Yun and Ning Qi were not surprised to see the son playing the piano.

The sound of the piano is gradually rising, and the people walking in the maple forest can't help but stop and listen. The friends look at Wang Zi'an with fascinated faces. The sound of the piano is accompanied by a beauty.

This person is simply more beautiful than the second son of Jin'an Mansion!Wait, it seems that the Prime Minister of Jin'an Mansion is also surnamed Wang!

"You... are you Wang Zi'an from Jin'an Mansion?"

Wang Zi'an nodded and admitted without thinking, "Is there anyone else named Wang Zi'an in the imperial capital?"

Everyone shook their heads together, no!Absolutely not!Because the legend is only you!

Their shock did not attract Wang Zi'an's attention at all, and now Wang Zi'an misses Wei Yishuang a little.He hasn't played a tune for Wei Yishuang yet.

At night, Wang Zi'an had dinner with his friends.

Upstairs on the west floor, the moon is like a hook, and the room is full of laughter and laughter. Wang Zi'an is leaning quietly by the window, not participating, just watching. He turned his head and saw a cage hanging on the window eaves. The little oriole was alone. standing on a branch.

"You're the same as me, aren't you?" Wang Zi'an stretched out his fingers to rub Little Huangying's head, then put down his hand, turned to look at the moon outside the window, and whispered: "Wu Yan went to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook .The lonely sycamore tree is locked in the deep courtyard, and the autumn is locked. The cutting is constant, and the reasoning is still chaotic.

Wang Zi'an touched his right shoulder, and smiled a little shyly, which fully explained his thoughts and worries.

An Ran has been quietly paying attention to Wang Zi'an, he heard Wang Zi'an's low voice, and felt a little sad in his heart, that "Li Sorrow" refers to General Wei!Everyone knows that Wang Zi'an and Wei Yishuang are on good terms, but he only feels that only someone like Wei Yishuang can truly be Wang Zi'an's close friend.

At the end of the day, he already understood that they and Wang Zi'an would not be people in the same world, and they could not learn how to be indifferent and calm in the world.

"Ah! Look quickly! That oriole is crying!"

Someone yelled, and everyone looked towards him. Wang Zi'an also looked back at Little Huangying, slightly stunned, and then said softly to Xiaoniao: "Don't be sad, I haven't cried yet!" The feather of the yellow warbler, the other party uttered a beautiful cry, which echoed in the crowd for a long time.

The moon is like a hook, and the beauty is picturesque.

Huang Ying tears, like beads twinkling.

The beauty is comforting, and the oriole is crying.

Those who witnessed all this passed this picture on to others, and from then on Prince An gained a good name - "Mr. Lai Ying".

The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the grass looks close but there is nothing.The most important thing is a year of spring, which is absolutely better than Yanliu Manhuangdu.

Time flies, one year in a blink of an eye.

It was drizzling outside the window, and the person in front of the window frowned. Wang Zi'an and Wei Yishuang hadn't seen each other for a whole year. The war in the Western Regions was serious, and Wang Zi'an was often worried about it. Counting the days, this letter will be in the future for a long time .

During this year, Wang Zi'an's poems were widely circulated, and the reputation of Mr. Leiying was even more well-known.

Wang Zi'an stretched his hand out of the window and murmured, "The rain has stopped."

Wang Zi'an walked out of the house, and the yard was clean after the rain.

After the rain, the residual red and wet have not yet flown, and the slanting light shines through the sparse fence, and the bees return home by brewing honey and stealing the fragrance.

Wang Zi'an lightly touched the petals with his fingers, and a string of water droplets fell from the flowers. After a year, he could already resist the power of the poems. I'm suspicious.

The fallen flowers are independent, and the little swifts □□.

Biyun walked through the pavilion, saw Wang Zi'an in the courtyard, and felt for a moment that this was so picturesque and breathtaking. She married Ning Qi years ago, but their husband and wife still serve Wang Zi'an. Said that Wang Zi'an is already equivalent to their family members, let's not talk about the years of getting along, just because Wang Zi'an never puts on airs in front of them, it is worthy of their sincere treatment.

"Biyun, I'll go around the pavilion a couple of times and call me back when it's time to eat."

"Okay, young master." Bi Yun looked at Wang Zi'an's back, then sighed softly. This year, young master will go to the pavilion when he has nothing to do, and he will go for a long time without being disturbed.They all knew the reason, after all, that was where they spent the longest time with the general.

A new song and a glass of wine.Last year's weather was old, when was the sunset?There is nothing to do but the flowers fall, and the familiar Yan returns.Small garden fragrant path wandering alone.

I miss you, Han Qing.

On the grasslands of the Western Regions, the night was silent.

A handsome man in black armor came out of the tent, the moon was shining in the sky, and his thoughts were like waves.

The lonely lamp is lost in thought, rolling the curtain to look at the moon and the sky and sighing.Beauty is like a cloud.

"Zian..."

Time flies, another year.At this time, Wang Zi'an was already eighteen, his height had changed a lot, and he became more and more handsome.

"Lianqi, it's time to go."

"I know, I'll come." Wang Zi'an responded, looked up at the full moon tonight, and then started walking towards the Queen Mother.

The streets are brightly lit, the pedestrians are bustling, and it is the Lantern Festival of the year. Every time at this time, everyone does not want to miss it.

Wang Zi'an walked with his family in the mixed light and shadow, and the familiarity of passing by made him a little uncomfortable.

At Yuan Ye last year, the flower market lights up like the day.

Willow head on the moon, after dusk.

On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and the lights are still there.

No one from last year, tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt.

"Mother, I'm a little bored, I want to enjoy the wind by the river." Touching the scene, Wang Zi'an felt a little depressed.

The Queen Mother looked at Wang Zi'an worriedly, "It's all right? Why don't you go back first?"

Wang Zi'an shook his head, "It's okay, I'll go over there to blow some air, you can see me here, don't worry." Wang Zi'an pointed to the open space over there by the way.

"Then be careful!" The Queen Mother warned, Wang Zian nodded and walked there without looking back, the Queen Mother couldn't help but scold, "This child!"

The father of the king patted the hand of the mother of the queen to comfort his wife, "The child has grown up, let him go!"