The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

The girl wears a white shirt and a blue skirt, Crow Crow's long hair falls to her waist, bright eyes and red lips, like a dewy Begonia flower, and it seems like a dream in half sleep.

The boy raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Jiang seemed to have not expected such a change, and was stunned for a while.

"Are you... a human or a demon?"

Jiang Si ran away with her skirt in hand.

For such a person that she will never see again in her life, she would only answer if she was stupid.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the girl in the white shirt and green skirt disappeared into the forest.

The teenager subconsciously raised his foot to chase, and a voice came from behind: "Brother Zhen, where have you gone?"

Zhen Heng woke up like a dream, and looked at the empty front in confusion.

He just had a hallucination?

The urging sound sounded again, and Zhen Heng turned around to leave, but suddenly something flashing on the grass caught his attention.

It was a begonia hosta.

He bent down and picked up the hosta, looked at it for a moment and put it in his arms, then strode back.

In the depths of the woods, there were several young men, all dressed as scholars, some were admiring a cluster of orchids not far away, and some were drawing with brushes.

Seeing Zhen Heng come back, one of them smiled and said, "Brother Zhen, you have been pleading for a long time."

Zhen Heng ignored the joking of her classmates, and hurriedly walked to a drawing table, spread out paper and researched ink, and picked up the pen to complete it in one go.

Zhen Heng's Danqing is well-known among his classmates. As soon as he stopped writing, some of his classmates came to appreciate it: "I'm here to appreciate the orchid painted by Brother Zhen."

Zhen Heng directly flipped the scroll over and said with a smile, "Let me paint a new one, this one is broken, it's shameful."

Hearing what he said, the man gave up.

Zhen Heng breathed a sigh of relief, and when the ink was dry, he put the painting away, and re-painted a picture of a mountain stream and a secluded orchid to deal with the matter.

"Brother Zhen, you're out of shape today. This orchid picture is not as clever as Brother Li's painting."

Zhen Heng smiled absent-mindedly: "I can't compare to Brother Li's outstanding painting skills."

After rewarding Lan and painting, everyone suggested to go to Zhuangyuan Building for a drink. Zhen Heng returned to the back house of Shuntian Mansion on the excuse of a headache.

"Heng'er, you came back so early today?" the woman's gentle voice came.

"It's early today. Mother, my son will go back to the study first."

"Have you eaten yet?" Mrs. Zhen asked, but seeing that Zhen Heng was already far away, she shook her head helplessly, "Why does this child seem to have lost his soul today, is it hot?"

Zhen Heng hurried into the study, closed the door immediately, and took the picture scroll out of his arms.

As the scroll slowly unfolded, a girl in a white shirt and blue skirt appeared in front of Zhen Heng.

The girl's slightly widened eyes revealed a bit of surprise, as if the little monster in the forest was frightened by the human who inadvertently entered.

Zhen Heng closed his eyes, the snow-skinned and black-haired girl seemed to be in front of her.

He took out the begonia hosta from his arms and looked at it for a long time, and his heart gradually became firm: what he saw in the forest was definitely not a dream, maybe there are ghosts in this world.

So Zhen Shicheng was surprised to find that his son was not going out recently, and he kept reading while holding a book all day.

Zhen Shicheng stroked his beard and thought: "It's still too early to leave Qiu Wei, and Zhen Heng is now starting to hang his head and pierce his legs. It's not like his son."

Out of curiosity, Zhen Shicheng came to Zhen Heng's study for a walk, and then saw a bookcase full of strange stories.

Zhen Shicheng was furious: "Zhen Heng, what are you looking at?"

Zhen Heng sighed secretly.

On weekdays, the father does not come to his study at all. What happened today? I knew it would be good to have a book cover.

Zhen Shicheng stretched out his finger and poked the book of words in Zhen Heng's hand: "You've been reading this all day?"

This stupid boy, it's okay to cover him with a book cover to keep him out of sight and out of mind, but he was so blatantly looking at it, and did he take him as a father in his eyes!

"My son is just curious if there are fairies and ghosts in this world."

"Zibuyu is strange and chaotic." Zhen Shicheng said.

Zhen Heng listened with his eyes down, but his thoughts were drifting, and his eyes were filled with the beautiful image of the girl who fell from the sky that day.

Father, this is standing and talking without back pain,

He has encountered it, how can he not be curious.

Seeing his son's unrepentant appearance, Zhen Shicheng raised his hand and gave him a shudder: "Since you are so idle, go out with your father."

"Father--"

"What?" Zhen Shicheng glanced at the words book, and his threat was obvious.

Zhen Heng answered honestly.

It seems that there is no way to escape today, that's all, go there, and there will be no less meat, at most, if the father makes a mess of mandarin ducks, he will bite to death and refuse to agree.

Jiang Ancheng was quite surprised when he received the invitation from Zhen Shicheng.

Bofu has no personal relationship with the governor of Shuntian, who has just returned to the capital. How could Lord Zhen come to visit? There will never be another case related to the Bofu, right?

No matter how surprised he was, of course Jiang Ancheng wouldn't lose Zhen Shicheng's face, and soon received the high-ranking official who came to the door for the second time in the flower hall in the front yard.

Zhen Shicheng's visit caused a shock in the entire Bofu.

In the Cixin Hall, Mrs. Feng asked twice, "Are you sure that it is the eldest master who came to visit, not the second master?"

"It's the eldest man." Ah Fu replied again.

Mrs. Feng turned the sandalwood beads on her wrist, thought for a moment, and instructed Ah Fu: "Go ahead and inquire about the purpose of Lord Zhen's visit."

Ah Fu led the way, and Mrs. Feng's eyes slowly moved towards the front yard.

She has always felt that the eldest son is useless, is it possible that she can still form a friendship with the third-rank officer? That's all, let's first explore the purpose of the Shuntian government's visit to the door.

Today happened to be the official holiday, and Mr. Jiang Er was also in the mansion. Hearing this, he was also confused.

The position of the governor of Shuntian is not easy to do, and the fact that Zhen Shicheng can be transferred back to the capital from other places to take up this position is enough to prove that his Jane is in the heart of the emperor.

When did eldest brother have friendship with Zhen Shicheng?

The more Mr. Jiang thought about it, the less happy he became. He raised his feet and walked towards the flower hall in the front yard.

Zhen Shicheng and Jiang Ancheng greeted each other and said with a smile, "To be honest, I came here today to express my gratitude to Ling Ai."

Jiang Ancheng looked surprised: "What did the little girl do?"

"The case of Yong Changbo and his wife can only be solved thanks to your help."

Mentioning Uncle Yongchang, Jiang Ancheng became depressed and took a few sips of tea: "She is a little girl, and she can't be thanked by Lord Zhen."

Zhen Shicheng laughed out loud: "Uncle's words are too bad. You can afford to be a woman without a man."

Zhen Heng dressed up as a servant boy and stood quietly behind Zhen Shicheng with his head bowed, feeling extremely helpless to his father's arrangement.

The father came to thank a little girl and that's all, he had to drag him here, and he had to pretend to be a servant. If he was exposed, he would be shameless.

Thinking of this, Zhen Heng lowered his head even lower.

Jiang Ancheng listened to Zhen Shicheng's admiration for his niece, and he was overwhelmed, so he instructed the servant: "Go and invite the four girls to come."

Soon after, a soft voice came from the door: "Father is looking for me?"