Fengmou in troubled times

The days in deep winter are short, and the three quarters of Shen's time will pass, and the sky will gradually darken.There was another heavy snowfall yesterday, and the courtyards and terraces of Prime Minister Feng's mansion were all covered in snow, reflecting the setting sun that was slanting westward, faintly glowing.In the warm room, Feng Yinran was lying on a carved rocking chair covered with a velvet blanket, covered with a fox fur, holding a hand stove in her hand, and was leisurely flipping through miscellaneous books that recorded the history and scenery of Kuo Ruins .For him, whether it is the creation myths of the ancient gods, or the legendary emperors and generals in the past dynasties, it is very interesting to read in his spare time.The two little maids, Feng Yao and Xue Fu, who were sitting outside, watched over the yam, lotus seed and pearl soup that was simmering on the stove. An inexplicably soft and warm heart.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Yinran has been in this world for more than a month, and she gradually got used to such a corrupt and leisurely life, reading miscellaneous books and learning the six arts every day, feeling very comfortable and at ease.Regarding the fact that he suddenly "became smart", his current father, Prime Minister Feng Tong, did not ask much. He still took time to visit him every day, and occasionally accompanied him to practice calligraphy and explain poetry to him. He was really like a normal father and son It is generally the same, which makes Feng Yinran feel at ease.During the Chinese New Year, Father Feng specially wrapped a large amount of red envelopes for Yin Ran, which also contained a talisman to suppress shock and ward off evil spirits, which was treasured by Feng Yinran amid Shao Suhong's "contemptuous" ridicule.On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Feng Yinran, the eldest sister who had not had a chance to meet in the palace, ordered the palace people to send many novel gadgets to the two of them. The treasury was full of gifts from Luo and the ministers of the DPRK and China.

Shao Suyun, who has always "loved money like his life", naturally dragged him excitedly to the warehouse to pick and choose, but let Feng Yinran see a few pieces of jade ornaments he wanted, and ordered the treasurer in charge to send them all to him. After entering his room, Shao Suhong was given another chance to "laugh" at him.In his previous life, he liked jade very much, but in the early years he was an orphan who depended on others, even though he later became a rich man with the help of Shao Suying, he never enjoyed the glory and wealth for a few days.Now that I have the opportunity to meet so many high-quality jade wares, I naturally like them very much, and I don't care whether Shao Surong will make fun of them.However, after hearing about this from the housekeeper, Feng Tong, the "three good fathers", actually took his son's love for beautiful jade to heart, and bought a lot of jade ornaments and pendants for the two children without hesitation. For a while, the scholar-bureaucrats in the capital city followed suit, but the jade shops in the capital city made a lot of money.

As for the servants of the Feng family, they all thought that the young master was enlightened by a blessing in disguise after a serious illness, and vividly said that he was enlightened by the gods, and the transmission was miraculous and serious.Seeing that this young master is as smart as Young Master Yun, and remembering that he is the only legitimate son of the master, he became very fond of and cared for him.And the two maids, Feng Yao and Xue Fu, who have been serving him all the time, one is generous and graceful, the other is innocent and well-behaved, after Feng Yinran played a few tricks with both soft and hard methods, they have successfully transformed into His henchmen help.Although he secretly searched all the servants in the Feng manor, he couldn't find the woman in his vague memory who wanted to harm him, but at least he began to have a helper that he could use in times of crisis.

When she was alone, Feng Yinran often couldn't help but think of the story of Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly. She didn't know if she really came here after going through all kinds of hell in the past life, or if the pain in the past was just a nightmare made up by her own imagination... … His eyes still stayed on the pages of the book, but Feng Yinran began to lose his mind. The longer time passed and the more comfortable his life was, the more difficult it was for him to clearly recall the icy hell and the resentment in his last life when he was dying.At the beginning, when he was furious, he overthrew Meng Po Tang and pushed Ah Rong into reincarnation. Because of the boundless anger in his heart, he almost made a fuss in the entire ghost world of Fengdu, and was finally locked into the place where one year in the human world and one hundred years in hell The second hall is the Ice Purgatory, which has been subjected to the cold ice and cracked bones for 700 years to meditate.Looking back now, he was just a lonely soul at that time, how could there be such an astonishing burst of power that would burn the sky and prairie fire, and give way to ghosts and gods?And how could King Chujiang of Yan Luo Palace show mercy and release him back to Yangjian ahead of time...

"Aran!"

Hearing a joyful call, Shao Suying rushed into the room with the cold wind, a crane cloak brocade coat, silver crown soap boots, and a pair of cute dimples on his bun-like face. "I heard that Master Ling Yanling, the master of the state, brought his apprentice to the mansion as a guest. Would you like to go and have a look with me?"

There was a well-behaved and sensible Feng Yao who brought sugar water, and Feng Yinran, who gathered his mind, took a bowl and handed it to the enthusiastic Shao Suyun, and put down the scroll in his hand, "I haven't seen you all afternoon, but I'm concerned about this. I don't know what's so strange about this Lord Ling, which makes you so yearn for him?"

Drinking the soup happily, Shao Suying replied without raising his head: "I told you not to guard those old books all day long, you see that your words are so polite and sour now, why don't you go out with me more story." He bit his spoon and grinned towards Feng Yinran: "It is said that Ling Guoshi is the chief disciple of the patriarch of Yi Ke'an's spiritual world. Do you know? It is the mysterious place known as the gathering place of the half-celestial spirit clan in Kuixu, and it seems that every generation of Rongshao Kingdom's national teachers come from there..."

Seeing that Shao Suhong was still babbling about these useless things, Feng Yinran raised the book "The Encyclopedia of Legends of the Seven Continents and Eight Seas" that he was reading in his hand, and gave him a contemptuous look.

Shao Surong was not annoyed, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "I'm not going to talk about the main point. Although Master Ling is a respectable figure in the spiritual world, he must obey the emperor's arrangement to be a national teacher, right? Three Years ago, he insisted on accepting the proton sent by the neighboring Cang Jue as his apprentice, and gave him the world-famous Sword of Zhanqing. That is a proton, those perverts can't wait to stomp more than one foot Bullying to win the favor of the emperor, this prince is lucky to be able to live in peace. But our master Ling also intends to pass on the position of the future master of the country to the embarrassing proton of the neighboring country, so he is very kind to his apprentice What's even more bizarre is that the emperor turned a blind eye to this matter, as if acquiescing to Ling Guoshi's arrangement. Don't you think this magic stick is really special? I don't know what is so special about the proton from the neighboring country where?"

For a while, the national teacher and the god stick, do you admire this Master Ling... Feng Yinran rolled her eyes helplessly, and couldn't help asking: "Where do you get all these gossips from?"

"Ah?" Scratching his head embarrassingly, Shao Suyun smiled and said, "The servants in the front yard are talking about it, I heard it here and there. How about it, do you want to take a look from a distance? "

Finally couldn't bear to dampen his interest, Feng Yinran stood up to help Shao Surong wipe off the pearly rice sticking to the corner of his mouth, and nodded helplessly, "Then, let's go and have a look."

……Dividing line……

The layout of the Feng Mansion is exquisite. The east side is the courtyard where members of the Feng family live, and the west side is dominated by landscape gardens. The mountains and rivers are stacked, and the concept is wonderful. The natural scenery and artificial carvings complement each other and blend harmoniously. There is poetry everywhere Also painting is like heaven and earth.The mansion draws underground spring water from Chenglian Lake, and the curved water flows everywhere. A small pavilion with double roofs with cornices and corners is built in the center of the lake. You can go to the pavilion by winding small bridges, or you can support your own boat by the lake. The flowers and leaves rise up, and the lake is full of green leaves and white lotuses in midsummer. It can be called a scene in the capital, and it is not inferior to the luxurious and charming courtyards in the palace.

Feng Yinran, who came all the way with Shao Suying, stood by the lake and looked at Feng Tong and Ling Yan who were drinking in the pavilion, and the surrounding snow-capped scenery, could not help but murmured: "The rime is foggy, the sky With clouds, mountains and water, the top and bottom are white. The shadow on the lake is just a trace of the curved bridge and a little pavilion in the middle of the lake...it is really beautiful."

Shao Surong looked at his face full of joy, and was about to speak, but heard a gentle and pleasant voice from beside him: "This is full of white snow and a little trace, it is really a rare scene that can be painted."

They both turned their heads, only to see a young man about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in a plain robe woven with gold and embroidered clouds, tied with pear blossoms, white xuanbi and long tassels around his waist, wearing soft-soled jade official boots, looking at the two with a smile on his face. people.Feng Yinran was slightly absent-minded, only felt that the young man's delicate and charming face had a kind of deja vu kindness, which made him involuntarily want to get closer to this gentle and jade-like young man.

"In Linyuan below, I can't help but talk to you when I hear the young master's clever remarks. I still look forward to the two Haihan's abruptness." Fang Linyuan smiled leisurely, and the conversation made people feel like a spring breeze. Just a casual politeness can teach people to be born Many favors.Feng and Shao were stunned when they heard his name. If it weren't for the coincidence of the same name, the elegant and gentle young man in front of him was the seventh prince of Cangjue of the neighboring country and the disciple of Ling Guoshi who is currently living in Rongshao Palace. Fang Linyuan, who is in the middle!

Feng Yinran, who had come to his senses, hurriedly pulled Shao Surong to meet him. After all, he is a guest and he is the host, so he must not lose courtesy. "Your Highness is being polite. I heard that Ling Guoshi and His Highness are here to visit, and the boy Feng Yinrante and Shao Suyun came to see him together."

Seeing the two seven or eight-year-old children in front of him answering maturely and sophisticatedly with him, Fang Linyuan looked at the two of them carefully again with great interest. He did not want to disturb the conversation between Ling Yan and Feng Tong, so he pleaded guilty I went out for a walk, but I didn't expect to meet these two interesting children.I don't know if Fengtong's family education method is beneficial to cultivate such two young and mature children.Fang Linyuan couldn't help smiling, bent down to look into Feng Yinran's eyes and said, "You don't need to call me Your Highness, just treat me as a family friend with you. How old are you this year? You can learn the politeness of adults but Sound boring polite?"

Feng Yinran's face became hot, and he hesitated, wondering if he should answer his question honestly.Speaking of it, I really don't behave like a seven-year-old child, but he really can't do it to pretend to be cute like Conan... With a light cough, Feng Yinran took a step back uncomfortably, avoiding it. With Fang Linyuan's visiting gaze, he secretly tugged on Shao Suhong's sleeve.

Glancing at Feng Yinran, who was not normal, with a funny face, Shao Suyun pursed his lips and smirked without saying what was in his heart, and raised his face to Fang Linyuan showing his two ostentatious dimples, "What should we call you? Mr. Fang? Brother Fang?"

"It's just a title, you can call me by my name whatever you want." Fang Linyuan straightened up, the surrounding sky was getting dark, and a servant had already lit the palace lantern, which made the snow glisten. "Master and Prime Minister Feng had a very happy conversation, and they probably won't leave for a while. Aren't the two young masters going to show me around?"

Against the backdrop of the dim yellow and gentle light and the glistening snow, Fang Linyuan's spotless white clothes set off Fang Linyuan's elegance like a fairy.In Feng Yinran's mind, a picture that was almost the same as the scene in front of him appeared, but he could not see it clearly, which made him confused for a while.Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Feng Yinran tried his best to smile, summoned the servants at the side and ordered him to prepare food and drinks, and led Fang Linyuan all the way to the Fuyu Waterside Pavilion by the lake.

This waterside pavilion in Fengfu is built along the lake. The water-crossing part is erected above the water with beams and columns. The railings facing the water are equipped with gooseneck chairs for sitting and resting. Musical instruments and music scores for everyone in the Feng family to enjoy the scenery.As soon as the three of them were seated, Shao Surong, who had long been fascinated by Fengtong's special flute made of non-gold and non-jade material, rushed up to pick up the flute and started playing with it.

Feng Yinran, who was used to it, filled Fang Linyuan with hot wine, and said with a smile: "It is said that this Lingyu Feiyin is a work of gods handed down from ancient times, so far no one has been able to distinguish the making of this flute. My father said earlier that since he likes that flute, Ah Rong, he should take it with him, but he is always too thin-skinned to accept such an expensive gift." He turned around and smiled at Shao Surong: " Seeing how excited you are today, why don't you play a song."

Shao Suyong nodded in response. Although Fang Linyuan was by his side, he was not stage frightened. With a twist of his wrist, the flute twirled at his fingertips to create a few tricks, "Tell me, what song do you want to hear?"

The bright lights in the room reflect the gradually darkening sky outside the waterside pavilion. From the floor-to-ceiling bright windows, you can vaguely see the white snow that suddenly rises again. The feather-like snowflakes swirl and fall with the wind, merging into the snow on the ground. , like a series of silent sighs.Feng Yinran seemed to have thought of something suddenly, she raised her lips and said: "The snow is light in the cold night, and the door is full of jade when you open the door. A solitary lamp and a glass of wine, condense until dawn... I don't know why I think of this song "Night Snow", then Play the song "Night Snow", okay?"

Shao Surong didn't refuse, he raised his flute and walked a few steps slowly to stand by the window, watching the fluttering and falling snowflakes, the melodious sound of the flute immediately flowed from his fingertips.As if the breeze blows the branches in the garden, and the snow falls on the curtain in front of the door, lingering into a foggy and illusory sky, condensing into a place like pear blossoms, people can't tell if they heard the ethereal flute The sound is still really in the bright daylight of the wind returning to the snow dancing.Fang Linyuan's eyes lit up, he got up and came to the Guqin Bingqing, he flicked it casually, and played it in response to Shao Suhong's flute.The two played one piano and one flute, one distant and one melodious, adding a bit of ethereal and deep artistic conception to this otherwise ordinary piece.At the end of the song, the two looked at each other for a moment and laughed together, there was a bit of sympathy in their eyes.

Knowing that the two of them intended to attract each other as bosom friends because of this piece of ensemble, Feng Yinran didn't say anything, and raised the pot to add wine and brought them back to the table to sit down. "In terms of rhythm, I have never been in the mood to delve into it. Now that I have listened to the music of the two of you for nothing, I will take the mere water and wine as my thanks." When you get to know each other better, you can chat and laugh more freely.

Looking at the white snow falling and getting bigger and bigger outside the window, Feng Yinran frequently drank alone. The drunkenness in her eyes was not known whether it was the effect of the wine or the effect of the heart. Difficult to find. Among them, the rich and noble houses are surrounded by pounded pepper mud. Red stoves are everywhere, and Luo Mi is returned every week. Warm hands and adjust gold threads, dip armor and pour Qiongye. Drunk singing and jade dust flying, sleepy and fragrant juice dripping. People who know hunger and cold have cracked hands and feet... Heh, I didn't expect that one day, I would also become this noble family who is drunk and sings jade dust..."

Raising his hand to cover Feng Yinran's mouth, Shao Suyun was afraid that he would say more strange words in a moment of anger and reveal the secret of the two people's lives, so he hurriedly smoothed things over and said: "Linyuan, don't take offense, this guy, Aran, can't drink. It’s not good, but he’s too bold to drink, I was happy and didn’t pay attention just now, and let him drink so much wine secretly, and Uncle Feng will definitely blame me when he gets drunk to death in a while.”

Laughing seductively with raised eyebrows, Feng Yinran pushed away Shao Suhong's hand, and got up unsteadily to leave, but unexpectedly fell into Fang Linyuan's arms opposite her.He raised his face slowly, the watery eyes stained with alcohol seemed to gather starlight, and two touches of lovely blush appeared on his pale and thin face.Fang Linyuan looked at his immature and innocent little face, and remembered his mocking emotion just now, and his curiosity about him increased a lot. "Yin Ran, are you okay? Why don't you ask someone to take you back to sleep first."

Staring at the familiar yet unfamiliar face close at hand, Feng Yinran's heart throbbed uncontrollably, with some unwillingness and resentment.He smiled miserably, and said to Fang Linyuan in a nonchalant manner: "The weeds are worms, the gnats are gnats, I don't see a gentleman, and I am worried. I see it and I stop it, and my heart falls..."

Shao Surong and Fang Linyuan were both startled, but seeing Feng Yinran, the instigator, fell asleep with his head tilted after saying these strange words, leaving the duo who were full of doubts on the spot.Shao Suyun scratched his head and couldn't figure it out for a moment. Over the years, Aran's emotional changes had never been traced. He was used to it, but he didn't know if Fang Linyuan would think too much.

Looking down at the unsuspecting boy who was sleeping soundly in his arms, Fang Linyuan's heart softened inexplicably, and he couldn't help but smile, and helped him wrap the fox fur around his body tightly.

Outside the window, under the pitch-black sky, there is still snow falling messily, whirling and dancing as if thousands of delicate and bright plain flowers bloom, the coldness is piercing to the bone, wanton and hearty...