Marriage Under the Heavens

Kangyang Wang Yanmin has not had a good life these days. After all, the fact that the official secretary Liu Li was still dissatisfied with him at the time was that Emperor Qing knew the relationship between Liu Li and him. Therefore, after banning Concubine Hui, he was a little cold towards him. Many things that were originally assigned to him are no longer entrusted to him now, which makes Yan Min feel resentful towards Emperor Qing.

Counting the days, it's time for the concubine Hui to lift the ban when it comes to the farming and weaving festival. If Emperor Qing could let Concubine Hui come forward to preside over the weaving and embroidery conference of the Cultivation and Weaving Festival, then he would have the hope of winning the favor of his father. After all, Concubine Hui was the concubine of Emperor Qing and a veteran of the Tianchen Sect. Therefore, Concubine Hui was his powerful backing in seizing the concubine.

Tianchenzong Li Yunxiao was his think tank. Knowing his thoughts, he said: "His Royal Highness, Concubine Hui has just lifted the ban. It is unlikely that the Holy Master will let the Concubine Hui preside over the plowing and weaving conference. Unless, Your Highness can do something For things that are pleasing to the Lord, when the Lord is in a good mood, I can ask the Lord."

Yan Min paced with his hands under his hands. He has a handsome appearance and a gloomy temperament. At this time, a gleam of haze flashed in his eyes, "It's a pity that the emperor hasn't done anything for this king recently. How can this king do anything?"

Li Yunxiao glanced at Yan Min and smiled faintly: "His Royal Highness, isn't it about the Cultivation and Weaving Festival? How about setting an example and doing something to benefit the people!"

Yan Min turned around a few times, gritted his teeth and said, "I have to donate some gold and silver."

Li Yunxiao raised his hand and said: "It's not just that, it's best for your Highness to come out in person and do something for the people."

Yan Min thought for a while and nodded. In the next few days, when he went to court every day, Yan Min personally led the guards and soldiers in the Kangyang Palace to work in the farmland outside Lijing City. Wearing a cloth, he cultivated the land by himself, and even took out the money from the palace. Every day, people are ordered to cook porridge outside the house.

This matter quickly spread to Emperor Qing, and he was very pleased. After all, he was his prince. It seemed wrong to think that he was angry with him because of Liu Li's affairs during this period. Yan Minji would observe his words and look, and see that his father's attitude towards him has improved, so he immediately begged him. After Qing Emperor contemplated for a while, he allowed the concubine Hui to preside over the embroidery conference.

When this incident reached Qin Jiu, she was talking to Durian in the house.

Since Durian became the official book of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, he is very clever and has gradually started to use criminal cases. However, Qin Jiu often raises some points about the way of doing things in the officialdom. Durian is extremely busy every day, and people are becoming more and more stable. It is only on the day of rest that he steals for a while in Qin Jiu's mansion, and only then does he show the look that a young man should have.

"Lian'er, how is your relationship with Chu Chu recently?" Qin Jiu held Huang Mao, took a red woolen thread from the dustpan with silk thread, and while stroking the yellow hair's head, he secretly put the yellow hair on the head. A few yellow feathers were tied into two braids with a red string, and the red string was tied into a bow.

"We are friends." Durian whispered, seeing the pigtails on the yellow hairs, his eyes straightened instantly.

Qin Jiu had a headache. How could it be so difficult to match the two of them? When will the durian's love awakening be opened up, "It's not just a friend. In the future, you will have to go to the Yunshao Country Post."

"Oh, oh!" Durian stared at Huang Mao's head blankly with a strange expression.

Huang Mao felt that something was wrong, flew out of Qin Jiu's arms, jumped onto the durian shoulder and asked, "Ashi, why are you looking at my head?"

Durian slowly said, "I didn't look at your head!"

"You obviously watched it." Huang Mao called, the red rope on his head curled up and down.

"I really didn't watch it!" Durian was helpless.

"You just watched it." Huang Mao refused to give up.

"I really didn't look at your head, I was looking at the hair on your head." Durian looked calm and said solemnly.

"Haha!" Lychee stood behind Qin Jiu and couldn't help laughing.

Cherry covered her lips and smiled.

The corners of the loquat's mouth twitched, and the corners of his lips rose.

Qin Jiu covered his stomach, and his shoulders trembled with a smile.

Huang Mao was confused with laughter, jumped on the shoulders of a few people, looked at this, looked at that, and finally did not know what they were laughing at, so he learned the laughter of everyone "Haha, haha!" twice, attracting everyone Laughed more happily. It didn't realize it, and flew to the tree to play with the red rope.

As long as the durian and Huang Mao are together, Qin Jiu feels that whether durian is the Shangshu of the Criminal Ministry or the prime minister, it will create hilarious conversations.

She laughed enough, and sent lychees and cherries to make tea.

When only Qin Jiu, loquat and durian were left in the yard, Qin Jiu's face condensed and asked durian, "I asked you to check the case file of the White Queen three years ago at the Criminal Ministry. Can you find it?"

Durian nodded, "It's just that these files have been sealed, even if I'm an official book from the Criminal Ministry, I can't easily check it."

"Then look at it stealthily." Qin Jiu squinted, stretched out his fingers and knocked on the side table, and said slowly.

Durian nodded, and Qin Jiu had already told him that his family was convicted because of the case of the White Queen. If the case of the White Queen is cleared, then their family's case will also be cleared up. For some reason, in recent days, he has increasingly felt that Qin Jiu is not like a stranger. However, he searched through his own memory and found that in his past life, there had never been such a woman, not even anyone similar to her. He had been in contact with very few women since he was a child. Except for his mother, the only woman he had contact with was the sister Xuan who taught him to play the piano.

The mother said that she was a distant relative of their family and had come to spend his birthday specially.

That day was his tenth birthday, and in the afternoon, his mother suddenly sent someone to tell him to meet someone in the backyard hall. So he saw her. At that time, she was wearing a light silk, holding a ball fan, sitting on the embroidered pier in the hall.

At the age of ten, he has no special concept of beauty and ugliness, but when he sees her, he feels that she is all beautiful, the bun she combs, the hairpin she wears, the clothes she wears, her eyebrows Her eyes, her frowns and smiles were so beautiful, so beautiful that he couldn't help holding his breath, as if he was afraid of taking a breath, the fairy-like sister in front of him would disappear.

In his eyes, she was like a fairy caged in heavy lights and shadows, and she shouldn't have appeared in the world. But if he asked him to tell what is the beauty of this sister, what is so good about it, I'm afraid that even if he sees her now, he can't tell.

He must have lost his soul at that time. Because he heard his mother cough, he seemed to have recovered. That elder sister also looked at him quietly, and there was a gleam in the eyes of Qiu Shui, and then she smiled lightly, stretched out the white and jade wrist from the cloud sleeve that looked like a curtain of flowing clouds, and beckoned at him. I beckoned, "This is Yi'er, it is so big, come and let my sister have a look!"

This sister's voice is as beautiful as nature, tactfully and lightly, and her tone is gentle and full of pain.

Durian felt like he had been conjured and walked over.

The fairy sister touched his head and asked him what books he had read and what they would be.

This sister's age seems to be only three or four years older than him, but she speaks like an adult. At that time, he actually didn't want others to think of him as a child, let alone touching his head. However, her voice was so nice, and her hand touching his head was so slippery, he would rather be tested for school work like this for the rest of his life, even if he touched his head.

He didn’t know what he had answered. At the end, the elder sister said, "Yi’er, my name is A Xuan. Will you call me Sister Xuan from now on? I like you very much and want to paint a portrait for you. My sister is gone. When I miss you, it depends on whether your portrait is good or not. My sister drew like a person, and the elders in my family also want to see what Yi'er looks like. Can Yi'er let my sister paint well? The elders also brought a lot of fun things to Yi'er, and my sister will give it to you later, okay?"

Even if he doesn't give him anything, he is willing to let this sister paint. So he sat obediently on the chair in the hall, motionless, and his eyes didn't blink.

Sister Xuan smiled and said to him: "Yi'er, you don't need to sit on a chair. I want to make Yi'er's paintings lively and vivid, so you don't need to sit still. You can walk around and recite books. , You can play the piano, tease the cat, write, whatever the form, do whatever you want." He has seen other people paint portraits, and the people being painted are motionless for a couple of hours. This sister even let him move at will. , It can be seen that she does not know how brilliant her painting skills are.

She gave a gentle command, and the two maids she brought began to get busy, putting the painting utensils on the table one by one: white silk, brushes of various sizes and thicknesses, and ink brushes. Inkstone, lampblack ink and pine smoke ink, as well as various colors of paint, azurite, bean green, ocher, chalk, cyan, rouge, and porcelain plates for color mixing...

With such a full table, Sister Xuan stood at the table, letting him walk on her own, sometimes chatting with him, but the paintbrush in her hand began to slowly walk on the silk.

Sometimes soothing, sometimes arbitrary.

He also did what she said, stroking the piano for a while, and reading for a while.

Sister Xuan changed her paintbrush from time to time and dyed it with different paints. About an hour later, Sister Xuan put down her paintbrush and said softly, "It's done."

He hurriedly put down the scroll in his hand and ran over to look.

On the plain white silk was a slim boy, holding a scroll in his hand, reading.

He is well-behaved and his eyes are clear and agile.

This is him.

He can see him in the mirror every day.

Sister Xuan painted him like that, and so smart. Looking at this painting, people seem to be able to hear him reading.

After allowing him to see enough, the ink on the painting was dry. Sister Xuan ordered his maid to put away his portrait, and sent another maid to give him some toys, which he had never seen in the remote town where he lived. Rare things for children who have been playing.

"Yi'er, I just heard the sound of your piano, and I think I played very well. Sister Xuan can also play the piano. I stay here for a few days. How about teaching you how to play the piano every day?" Sister Xuan asked with a smile.

He is naturally willing.

In the next few days, Li Xuan's sister told him to play the piano every day. He usually has a master who specializes in teaching the piano. He always thought that the master played the best. He didn't know what the sound of nature is after hearing the sound of sister Xuan.

Under the guidance of sister Xuan, his piano skills improved rapidly. But Sister Xuan stayed in his house for a few days and then left, and said that she would come to see him next year. Ask him to practice piano hard and study hard. Therefore, since she left, he will work hard to practice piano and study, and at the same time, he hopes to come over soon in the coming year.

In the following years, Sister Xuan would visit him once a year, and would draw a portrait of him every year, and at the same time brought many fun and delicious things.

The days before and after his birthday each year will become his happiest days.

But such a happy day ended after only four years. Since something happened in his house, he has never seen her again. He thought, she must have looked for him again, but I'm afraid he will never be found again!

"Lian'er, what are you thinking?" Durian was too devoted, and Qin Jiu's words seemed to have come from a dream, awakening his contemplation.

He hurriedly said, "I will arrange the time to check the dossier." He only now knows that Qin Jiu tripped Zhu Ziqiu, the Shangshu of the Criminal Ministry, in order to put him on Zhu Ziqiu's seat and the purpose of this seat. , Perhaps it was for him to check the files of the White Queen case.

Everything she did has an unexpected deep meaning. Facing such a person, Durian felt a little scared. He felt that she was almost invisible in front of him, and she seemed to know what he thought.

"I know, I was asking, what are you thinking about just now, so absorbed? When you talk to others, it's not good to be like this." Qin Jiu frowned and asked softly.

Durian lowered her head, thought for a while, and looked up at her, "I actually didn't think about anything, that is, my birthday is coming soon, I can't think about it."

"Your birthday, oh, so it turns out that your birthday is coming soon." Qin Jiu's slender eyebrows raised, a wave flashed in Feng's eyes, and she seemed to be muttering to herself, "It is natural to pass. You are now an official book of the Criminal Ministry, and there are many people who want to come to celebrate your birthday, so I won't join in the fun."

In fact, he didn't let her celebrate his birthday, but he still felt quite uncomfortable when he heard her words. He whispered "Oh" and stopped talking. After thinking about it, he suddenly asked, "When is the birthday of the Jiuye?"

Qin Jiu sighed faintly: "I haven't been for many years, and I almost forgot when I was born. Now when I think about it, it's about the same day as you, and it's the time when the peony blossoms."

For some reason, her soft sigh made Durian extremely sad. He wanted to say, let's live together this year, but he didn't say anything when he thought of her just now.