Qu clear as promised

The tall and gentle young master brought his servant to borrow a pen from Zhu Zhiyi: "Young master's pen style is fairy-tale, and his brushwork is brilliant, is it Wei Bei's other school?

Zhu Zhiyi raised his eyebrows: "Do you know the style of the Wei stele?" At that time, Qin style was admired, and few people studied the Wei stele. It seems that he met an expert.

The other party looked into his dark eyes, shook for a moment, and then smiled sincerely: "I have a few posts on weekdays, and it is far from the young master."

Zhu Zhiyi smiled. He liked books and ink, so he casually chatted with others.

The young master earnestly invited him: "Lin has set up a tea table on the shore. A few friends are listening to the music and chatting by the lake, and invite the young master to come together—"

"Clean rules."

Zhu Zhiyi put a hand on his shoulder, and Liang Hui used all his strength to almost pull him into his arms.

The young man was startled: "This is..."

Liang Hui rejected him with a cold and decent smile: "Thank you for your invitation, my husband has something to do, so I don't have the chance to go."

Zhu Zhiyi was a little confused, turned his head to see Liang Hui's cold eyes and sarcastic lips, and felt that he was too rude, so he politely apologized to that person.

Until he walked far away, the young man was still standing there staring blankly at the backs of the two people who were dependent on each other.

Liang Hui squatted on the bank and lit the lanterns, seemingly casually said: "In a place where fish and dragons are mixed, there is no defense at all."

Zhu Zhiyi fiddled with the wick, not paying attention: "Looking at his attire, his attire, his manner of speaking, he shouldn't be some kind of ulterior motive."

Liang Hui sneered and said nothing more, as long as Zhu Zhiyi didn't understand.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhu Zhiyi handed the lantern in front of him: "Liang Junting, are you angry?"

As soon as Liang Hui looked up, he saw his warm and beautiful face under the orange-red lights, his eyebrows and the attractive and innocent mole were all lit up, Liang Hui lowered his head unhappy to fiddle with the lantern, without saying a word.

Zhu Zhiyi thought for a while, and put the lamp handle into his hand: "You are right, we have a special status, we should be cautious and think twice when we come out."

"..." Liang Hui lowered his eyes, and saw two lines of Wei style written in silver and iron strokes on the lamp door, "If you ask for it, you will get what you want."

Liang Hui asked, "How do you write these two sentences?"

Best wishes to Zhiyi, he is in charge of all the lanterns.

Zhu Zhiyi bowed her head and wrote down: "Isn't it good?"

"In the past, the grandfather and cousin would recite long sacrificial speeches during the clan sacrifices."

"I don't think you need to tell the gods all your thoughts."

"As long as you are sincere and do your best, you will get what you want."

Liang Hui was thoughtful, and repeated his words softly: "As long as you are sincere and do your best, you will get what you want?"

"According to the rules, there is nothing impossible in this world." Liang Hui's eyebrows were half illuminated by the lights, and half hidden in the night.

Zhu Zhiyi: "Don't you believe it?"

Liang Hui smiled noncommittally.

Zhu Zhiyi said seriously: "Look, you are not sincere."

Zhu Zhiyi is very stubborn and always has his reasons, Liang Hui had no choice but to say, "Yes."

The river bank is bustling with life, and they can only talk very close together, like two animals forehead to forehead.

Zhu Zhiyi earnestly said: "You have to be sincere, gods and Buddhas will bless you, and I will help you too."

"Really?" Liang Hui was amused, and a little warmth came to his heart: "Will you help me?"

Zhu Zhiyi said seriously: "I told you, you can trust me, I won't lie to you."

Liang Hui smiled and remained silent for a moment, then picked up the lantern and touched it in his hand, as if forming a promise: "Okay."

The lanterns are full of flowers, drifting away along the flowing water of the night river, the lights are flickering, the moon is approaching the mid-heaven, and the people on the shore gradually disperse.

The two rode back to the palace. It was windy at night, Liang Hui put his outer robe on Zhu Zhiyi's body, and when they approached Zhu Zhiyi, Zhu Zhiyi suddenly reined in the reins.

Liang Hui also stopped: "What's wrong?"

Zhu Zhiyi took out a blessing card, raised her hand and threw it over, Liang Hui caught it firmly, it was made of mahogany wood, the size of a jade pendant, and there were still the words on it: "My wish is fulfilled."

Liang Hui hooked his lips: "Send me?"

"Yeah," Zhu Zhiyi bought it while he was borrowing a book, "Thank you for inviting me to drink and listen to a show today."

"Are you in such a hurry?" Liang Hui asked with a smile, he couldn't even wait to get back to the palace.

Zhu Zhiyi didn't know either, maybe after passing through the vermilion palace gate, everything would be different.

This amulet was given to Liang Junting by Zhu Qinggui, not the emperor.

Zhu Zhiyi smiled, didn't speak, and rode forward, the vermilion palace gates gradually opened wide, and the glazed lights of the palace lanterns were devastated, Liang Hui held the reins and followed closely.

As soon as the summer dew passed, the weather became sultry. On the fourth day of the frosty month, Princess Helan arrived in Beijing with a team of visiting relatives from the great general from southern Xinjiang.

Princess Helan has a noble status, and the general has made great military exploits. The emperor and empress came to meet her at the city gate.

Princess Helan is a few years younger than Zhu Zhiyi's mother. The two share handkerchiefs. They can be regarded as watching Zhu Zhiyi grow up since childhood. kindness.

On the contrary, Liang Hui, as her nephew, had little contact with her and was like a stranger.She didn't even have much impression of this little-known nephew of the fifth emperor before he ascended the throne. This man seemed to be killed suddenly after the fall of the first prince and the eight emperors seized the throne. I don't understand the character.

The eldest princess and Queen Mother Tong looked down on each other. At the palace banquet, the two of them carried guns and sticks with each other.

"Hey, she couldn't compare to me in everything before she came out of the cabinet, and she still doesn't give up today." The eldest princess went to the border with the general these years, and her straightforward temperament has become a bit heroic, making her love and hate more distinct. Outspoken.

Zhu Zhiyi accompanies her for a walk in Fengsui Palace, laughing but shaking her head helplessly.

"What about you? How are you doing in this palace?"

Zhu Zhiyi said, "Very good."

The eldest princess passed through the courtyard and entered the side hall. There was a faint fragrance in the hallway. She asked casually, "Do you grow peonies?"

When she left Beijing, Zhu Zhiyi spent the day in numbness like a walking corpse, she was almost exhausted and died, but today she has the leisure to raise flowers.

Zhu Zhiyi was slightly startled, and answered casually: "The emperor planted it." Peonies, black plums, water lilies, and goldfish were also raised. Liang Hui was really energetic, and he did not forget to toss flowers and plants in every day.

The eldest princess paused, raised her eyebrows, glanced at his side room, the unpolished jade carvings, the newly painted lanterns, and the half-made wooden comb, and said indifferently: "It doesn't look like your style."

It's... so warm, romantic, and it doesn't go well with Zhu Zhiyi.

In the past, she went to the Grand Tutor's Mansion to play with Jiang Wan and also entered Zhu Zhiyi's study room. The seven or eight-year-old boy had nothing to do. The study room was simple and deserted. It is about to become a fairy.

"The emperor often stays with you?"

Under her scrutinizing and hidden stern eyes, Zhu Zhiyi felt an inexplicable guilt, and said vaguely: "It's not too often."

The eldest princess recalled Liang Hui handing him a handkerchief for tea at the palace banquet just now, she was silent for a moment, and asked, "Qinggui, do you know what you are doing?"

She never spoke very nicely: "Liang Hui is holding you, and you can't find the north?"

Zhu Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat, like an alarm bell ringing, she frowned, "I didn't."

"What would you do without your efforts to help him?" She was thousands of miles away, but she knew everything about the court clearly. How many people hated this prominent man so much that he gritted his teeth in hatred, "He used you as a target!" , you still want to thank Lord Ron, are you stupid?"

Zhu Zhiyi said truthfully: "Princess, I have something to ask, we are mutually beneficial."

"Besides, what I do is beneficial to the people, and I have a clear conscience."

The eldest princess laughed angrily: "Yes, you have a clear conscience, you want to be a virtuous minister, but does Liang Hui want a virtuous minister? What he wants is an obedient knife."

"Will he keep you after he finishes using it?"

Zhu Zhiyi couldn't laugh or cry: "Princess, what kind of person is your nephew in your eyes?" A cruel, cold-blooded and murderous tyrant?

The eldest princess smiled sarcastically, with contempt in her eyes: "I don't know what kind of person he is, but do you know that he plans to carve up the military power of the son-in-law in southern Xinjiang to flatter the general?"

Zhu Zhiyi was taken aback for a moment, he hadn't heard Liang Hui say that.

The eldest princess looked directly at him: "Zhu Qinggui, after the son-in-law, the next one, who do you think is next?"

Zhu Qinggui was silent, his dry lips parted, and he didn't make a sound. The eldest princess patted him on the shoulder, and said softly for him: "Of course it's your good brother, the northern god general, Zhu Lianmo."