Let Me Pursue You

What happened last year was like this, the distant cousin of the Ninth Prince Zheng Pei came to the banquet that day.

February was the time when the imperial examinations were released, and this self-esteemed distant cousin had just lost his name to Sun Shan, and he felt resentful, so he went to the banquet to make a fuss, seeing that everyone present was unhappy, and he somehow involved a businessman while talking, so he took His "economics" was full of cynicism.

Dazhou's business was prosperous, but the status of the merchant was low, and his infamy was really ugly. Zheng Zhuo felt uncomfortable when he thought about his mother who was a merchant. Without saying a word, Lu Shiqing wrote a poem and slipped it to him, telling him to read it directly. Then Zheng Zhuo "became famous at a feast".

But can he tell the truth? No, you can't. Doesn't it make it clear that he and Zheng Zhuo are "colluding together". Unless necessary, he was still unwilling to tell Yuan Cixian the secrets of the shady court, lest she would only increase the danger if she knew too much. After all, that's what Yuan Yizhi meant.

Lu Shiqing couldn't express his suffering, felt melancholy, and said calmly: "There are talented people from generation to generation, how can the seniors break the path of the younger generations, naturally they have to be humble."

Yuan Cixian looked at him with a bit of disgust: "Why are young people not young? The sixth prince is the same age as you, and to be honest, he is half a year older than you."

He blurted out and asked, "How do you know his birthday?"

Yuan Cixian choked. Of course it was because she checked Zheng Zhuo.

But can she tell Lu Shiqing? No, at least not now. The information given by the dream was chaotic, and because the ears were false, the speculations of many people in the market could not be taken seriously, and her opinion of Zheng Zhuo was always vacillating. It was related to the whole family, before she had a complete understanding of the court situation, she could not casually explain the Yuan family's involvement with him. Even if this person is Lu Shiqing.

She concealed her guilty conscience and lied, "You told me."

Lu Shiqing obviously didn't believe it.

But Yuan Cixian said seriously: "Really, when you came back from the south, you fainted from fever, and you actually called the name of the sixth prince in your dream." She pretended to think about it, "Yes, you called him 'A Zhuo'!"

"..." This is really what Lu Shiqing called Zheng Zhuo in private. He was skeptical for a moment and didn't refute immediately.

Yuan Cixian took the opportunity to bite back: "You never called me that, I'm not happy."

"I..." Lu Shiqing choked and opened his mouth to speak nonsense, "I'm afraid I called 'Anpeck'. I raised a hibiscus bird when I was a child, and that's what I called it."

Yuan Cixian couldn't help but widen her eyes. Since the bird he raised when he was a child must have died a long time ago, how could he never forget it?

She pursed her mouth: "Male bird or female bird?" After asking, she suddenly realized, "Could it be a hibiscus bird spirit with high morals that can transform into a human form? You put her at home, hold her in the palm of your hand, and call her She pecks at the food on your palm, so name her 'Anpeck'?"

"..." She had something in her head.

Lu Shiqing was about to dispel her nonsense, but suddenly heard Zhao Shu outside the curtain of the car exclaimed, turned back and said to the inside of the curtain: "This story is interesting! Let me think about it, let me think about it... Oh, then one day, the lotus bird spirit was killed If the eagle takes it away and eats it, it will become the white moonlight in your eyes and the cinnabar mole in your heart..."

Yuan Cixian nodded in agreement, and continued to make up: "Later, that hibiscus bird spirit saw you in such pain, so it reincarnated as an adult, and came to your side to repay its kindness when it grew up."

As she spoke, she hugged Lu Shiqing's arm, looked at him for a moment, and was about to say "now she is your fiancee" with emotion, when he was suddenly interrupted by his expressionless face: "The Xishi teahouse is hiring a storyteller People, want to go?"

Yuan Cixian secretly slandered all the way, and when she arrived at the prince's mansion, she heard that the Liuchang Banquet had started for a long time, and it was she and Lu Shiqing who were delayed by entering the palace. It didn't matter at all, this elegant meeting is more casual, one can enter by invitation, no matter if they are late, but the two of them are very good-looking, and when they arrive at the backyard where the banquet is held at the residence, they will inevitably attract the attention of everyone.

In early spring and February, after the sting of insects has passed and the weather is getting warmer day by day, this feast of drinking wine is held in the open air, and it is set beside the Quxi River dug out in the back garden. There are rows of long tables by the stream, on which there are tea cups and wine cups, fresh melons and fruits. Young talents are sitting on the floor beside the table.

This girl who looks sixteen or seventeen has her head combed in a bun, with a pair of pale gold beads in her hair, and a long skirt and a pair of shoes on her head. Not only is her color outstanding, but her figure is also graceful. Eyebrows and articulate words are so beautiful that people can't move their eyes.

When he noticed Lu Shiqing again, there was a bit of envy in his eyes.

Lu Shiqing didn't care how much they were jealous of him, but when he noticed the wolf-like eyes shooting from all directions, his face sank. He forgot to prepare a cap for Yuan Cixian.

He gritted his back molars and turned his body slightly to one side, blocking a place where tigers and wolves were densest.

After all, there are only a small number of women who are invited here, and a few of them even wore veiled hats to cover their faces. Yuan Cixian didn't realize that her fiancé was too eye-catching. Nodding his head, he followed Lu Shiqing towards an empty long desk. On the way, he heard a young man who was halfway through the poem and said with a loud smile: "Brother Li just asked, where is Tanlang Xie's daughter sleeping? Look, this Didn't Lu Shilang and Lancang county master come here?"

This is using Pan Yue and Xie Daoyun in the Jin Dynasty as a metaphor to please them. Many people here are slightly stagnant.

The romantic story of Yuan Cixian pursuing Lu Shiqing was compiled into seventeen or eight romantic versions and circulated in the streets and alleys. Most of the people present have heard a thing or two. Although the atmosphere of the Great Zhou Dynasty was open, such behaviors of stalking women were never recognized by the public, so Yuan Cixian's reputation was not very good.

Because Lu Shiqing didn't have time to change his official uniform, most of the people present recognized him, but because they had never seen Yuan Cixian, they didn't know at first that this was the legendary Lord Lancang, only that Lu Shiqing really belonged to someone else. Now when I hear the truth, I can't help feeling a sense of contempt in my heart.

Today is such an occasion, I'm afraid it was the county lord who stalked and followed.

Yuan Cixian was naturally aware of the stiffness of the atmosphere, but she didn't mind, she straightened her skirt and planned to sit down by the long table, but Lu Shiqing suddenly pressed the back of her hand to signal her not to move, then bent down, stretched out her hand He straightened the mat under her seat, and said, "Sit."

The people around them gasped silently.

Many of them are officials who have been in contact with Lu Shiqing. Even if they have not had direct contact with him, most of them have heard of his reputation for being arrogant, picky, and stinky, so they really did not expect that such a person would actually Such a low profile move for a little girl.

It was agreed that the Lord Lancang would stalk Lu Shilang to death?

Yuan Cixian was also slightly taken aback, said "Oh" and sat down, and saw Lu Shiqing pouring a cup of tea for her by himself.

Now she understood a little bit what he meant.

Lu Shiqing didn't want everyone to look at her like that, and he would rather be criticized by others.

There was an indescribable feeling in her heart, a little sweet and a little sour. She looked at him and handed him a fruit, probably as a reciprocation.

Lu Shiqing couldn't help laughing for a while, just as he took it, he suddenly heard Zheng Zhuo's voice: "Lu Shilang brought a beautiful woman here today, but he intends to tell us that we can have a banquet at your house soon?"

The marriage agreement between Yuan Cixian and Lu Shiqing was kept low-key, and it has not been spread to the outside world, so everyone reacted like that just now. Zheng Zhuo asked this question more, and he was also helping Yuan Cixian rectify his name.

Lu Shiqing cooperated very tacitly and said: "Your Highness is so anxious to announce the marriage news for Lu, it is really suspected of begging for a drink."

Of course, everyone had insight now, they rushed to congratulate Lu Shiqing in a daze, and then praised Yuan Cixian one after another.

Regardless of the truth or hypocrisy, Yuan Cixian listened quite comfortably anyway, and when the interrupted banquet could continue, she quietly leaned into Lu Shiqing's ear and said, "Lu Shiqing, I seem to like you a little more."

Lu Shiqing tilted his head to look at her, and blinked: "Just a little?"

She raised her chin and signaled him to twitch, then pointed to the plates of food on the desk: "Peel me a walnut, and I'll like you a little more."

Lu Shiqing sneered, and resumed his usual attitude: "No stripping, whether you like it or not."

The sound of water murmured all around, and in the Quxi, a silver horn cup swayed down. Yuan Cixian saw that the wine cup was still far away from her and Lu Shiqing, so she curled her lips, reached out and took a walnut, and went to make a living by herself , After peeling off the walnut meat, just about to bow his head to eat, he suddenly heard a voice saying: "The little girl is not good at poetry, so I drank three cups instead."

The voice was a little familiar, but it wasn't exactly like the timbre she had heard before.

She raised her head suddenly, looked around, and saw a young girl covered in a white veiled cap who was selected by the wine cup in the Quxi, and was pouring wine with her head down.

Sensing her gaze, Lu Shiqing tilted his head and asked, "What?"

She frowned, thought about it secretly, shook her head and said: "It's nothing, I feel a bit like someone, maybe I misheard."

He said it was nothing, but Yuan Cixian glanced at the girl from time to time during the next banquet, and did not look back until she saw her get up and leave the banquet. But coincidentally, shortly after she left, a maid bowed her head to Zheng Zhuo and said something in Zheng Zhuo's ear, and then Zheng Zhuo also left the table.

The doubts in Yuan Cixian's heart became more and more intense, she endured it for a while, and then got up.

Lu Shiqing glanced at her: "What are you doing?"

She lowered her voice: "I go to the toilet, you also care?"

Of course Lu Shiqing couldn't control it, even if he guessed why she left, he had no choice but to hold back for now.

Yuan Cixian noticed the direction in which the girl and Zheng Zhuo were leaving before, and groped all the way away on the grounds of going to the toilet. Fortunately, the two of them didn't make a detour, and they were on the corridor not far ahead.

When she saw someone, she stopped abruptly, quietly hid around the corner, and poked out her eyes to watch.

The girl knelt at Zheng Zhuo's feet, tugged at the hem of his clothes, raised her head and spoke, looking a little emotional, and looked like she was begging for mercy or crying.

But Yuan Cixian was far away, so she couldn't hear what she said clearly.

Zheng Zhuo has been standing silently on the spot, not dodging but also indifferent. After a long time, he took a step back, avoiding the girl's hand, and glanced in the direction of Yuan Cixian.

Yuan Cixian retracted her head, but she knew in her heart that Zheng Zhuo must have found her. In fact, she didn't expect to be able to peep successfully, after all, this is someone else's territory. She just believed that her reason was enough to make Zheng Zhuo not care about her, so she dared to come this time.

She waited secretly at the corner, and heard the footsteps of the two people leaving. After a while, as expected, she saw a maidservant coming. She came to her and handed her a thin piece of paper: "Master, Your Highness, please!" You go back to the table first, so as not to be suspicious. He said, what you want to know is in this note."

Yuan Cixian said "thank you" to her, turned around and walked back to the back garden, while twisting the note in her hand, she saw a line of small words on it: "Tomorrow's hour, Yanxing Gate."