Chapter 65
King Yuhang strangely, asked rhetorically, “If I hadn’t recovered Western Qin, avenged your second uncle, or facilitated your mother’s grave relocation, would you have organized all of this for me?”
Rong Xiangmian was also stumped and couldn’t answer.
She is always heard people say that her mother does not know the rules, neither virtuous nor considerate, even sewing is very poor, but father still like, no reason to like. She had always been envious.
She let go of these wild thoughts, re-studied her ink, and handed a pen to King Yu: “His Highness is free, so I’ll give you a job.”
“I don’t believe in Buddhism, copying Buddhist scriptures is blasphemy.”
“I know,” Rong Xiangmian pulls out a picture and unfolds it to him, “My father gave me a summer garden, it’s in the northwestern suburb, and I’m about to finish remodeling it. Please give me the names of the pavilions and the inscriptions.”
Zhou Xian Yang immediately put down his pen: “I can not do this, tell the long government officials to go outside to find a few will do it.”
“I’m not asking you to take the imperial examinations, but I just want to get some of His Highness’s good fortune.” Rong Xiangshi saw the second best, “His Highness can write a few is a few, can’t write just give a name, let them write according to the name of the pair.”
Wangfei generous, Zhou Xianyang had no choice but to agree, this afternoon in the study, scratching his head, the classic books turned over and over, surprisingly did not run away from the battle.
Rong Xiangmei continued to copy the Buddhist scriptures, and the two of them sat in front of the large bookcase, sitting for half a day.
At dinner time, when Linlang came to call them, she laughed out loud: “Our family is going to have a scholar!”
Only then did the two men put down their pens and looked at each other, although their hands were tired, their moods were rare and calm.
Seeing the good mood, Rong Xiang told Lin Lang: “Go and bring out the mulberry wine I brewed, let’s all have a few good drinks.”
Every day after that, writing and reading books and playing chess and qin in the mansion, feeding the black cats and geese, quite like a divine couple.
However, Linlang they are a little anxious, because they slowly found that the night duty has never heard the house what makes people blush and heartbeat ringing, the master has never called for water in the middle of the night, and do not dare to ask about this.
On this day, the Changguo Gongfu sent news that Rong Xiangyu had successfully given birth to a thousand gold, Rong Xiangmian was happy to pace around the mansion. I hate that I can not personally go to hold this little niece. He could only make some preparations, sealed a congratulatory gift, and let Wei mother send it to him.
As a result of this, Rong Xiangmian can’t stay in the mansion, but Yulong is not tired of it at all.
Two people in the pavilion game, Xiang see asked him: “your highness, really calm, do not feel the day after day, gradually no fun?”
“It has been many years since I have had such a tranquil day. Every day is the same, and when nothing bad happens, it’s the best.”
If his mother was around, Zhou Xian Yang was willing to live like this for the rest of his life, however, it was ultimately impossible.
Speaking of this, Rong Xiangyang had to sigh, “Originally, I only knew that Your Highness had killed four birds with one arrow, but now I think there is a fifth benefit.”
“How?”
“Even the lackeys in the family know that they are doing wrong by virtue of His Highness, and even if they are cautious, they can’t avoid the wind being too strong. Instead of being found at fault and stepped on, it would be better to sell yourself a big or small break, temporarily avoid the wind and live in peace.”
Zhou Xian Yang laughed: “Your Highness is really smart.”
“Not as good as Your Highness.”
The two men were verbally complimenting each other, but they showed no mercy, and the chess game was in full swing, when a faint scent of flowers suddenly drifted through the air.
Zhou Xian Yang raised his head, is a serving tea little girl came in, hair pinned a jasmine, turquoise leaves supporting the snow white stamens, very lovely.
“All the jasmine in the garden is in bloom?”
“Yes, that piece can be beautiful. Your Highness and Your Highness should go enjoy it when you have time.”
Zhou Xian Yang drank the tea, a fresh scent into the nose, is put a little dry osmanthus flowers.
Seeing this girl’s good looks and clever mind, Zhou Xianyang asked curiously, “What’s your name and how old are you?”
“Slave girl Meng Zhenru, seventeen years old.”
“That’s a nice name.”
“Back to Your Highness, the slave girl’s name was given by the princess.”
“You are that maid?” Zhou Xian Yang became interested and took a closer look at her, “Indeed, she is clever. You go first, serve well, and you’ll have your own blessings in the future.”
After saying that, he smiled and watched Meng Zhenru leave.
Feiyun Feixue glanced at each other, alarm bells ringing.
Zhou Xian Yang turned back to look at the chess game, and the crown princess was looking at him with a wry smile on her face.
He asked, “Did you play?”
Rong Xiangyang was silent, and her finger tapped somewhere on the chessboard. It was a vital spot that was caught by her. Zhou Xian Yang pondered for a while and played another piece, Rong Xiang Mi showed no mercy and ended the battle in three or two moves.
Zhou Xian Yang threw the disc in his hand into the chess set, “In the future, it’s better to play backgammon instead, so as not to drag your chess skills into becoming more and more stinky.”
“Your Highness is merely distracted.” Rong Xiang See signaled the maids to clean up, got up and blessed, and went back to his bedroom.
Leaving Zhou Xian Yang in place with a bewildered look on his face, just now he was talking nicely, why did he suddenly leave?
On the way, Feixue muttered in a low voice: “I told you she was restless, wearing a flower to see His Highness.”
Rong Xiangshi faintly said, “Girls love beauty, what’s wrong with wearing a flower?”
Feiyun carefully asked, “Since the girl doesn’t see eye to eye with that girl, why is she still upset?”
Rong Xiangmian immediately pretended to be fine: “Why was I ever upset?”
After returning to the bedroom, Linlang just finished resting and came on duty, heard about this and laughed: “The girl is angry with His Highness, he was playing chess with the girl and still had the heart to ask how old the other little girls were. Could it be that he’s really taken a liking to Meng Zhenru?”
“Let him be.” Rong Xiangxian said in a nonchalant manner, flipping out the zither sheet to continue practicing “The Easy Journey”.
The sound of the konghou was ethereal and moving, and Zhou Xian Yang followed the sound of the zither as he slowly walked to the door of the bedroom and stood under the eaves to listen for a while.
As soon as he entered the room, the sound of the zither came to an abrupt end, and Rong Xiangxian sat alone by the dressing table, her back to him.
“This tune is good, why don’t you play it anymore?”
“The zither score was lost, so I can only play it up to here.”
“That’s a pity.” As Zhou Xian Yang spoke, he saw that she had been sitting in front of the dressing table messing with her hair, seemingly unwilling to pay attention to him. He quietly asked Linlang what was going on, but she was too embarrassed to say “because the girl is jealous of His Highness”, so she had to pretend she didn’t know.
The time is still early, Zhou Xian Yang took a piano score out, asked people to build a swing left over the waste wood to the east side of the courtyard.
Rong Xiangmian originally wanted to pretend to be indifferent, but then Feiyun came over and told her, “Girl, go and take a look, our Highness has become a carpenter.”
Rong Xiangmian went over, only to see King Yu sitting under the eaves of the veranda, with a saw, a runt, a hammer, and an awl in place, knocking and tapping.
Beside him is a zither score, and Rong Xiangmian guesses that it’s to make a zither score shelf for her.
She sat aside and watched for a while, to see him concentrate on work, and not good to disturb, then left the small south and small north to look after, he took the girls to go.
Until sunset, the music stand was ready, still open and closed. Yang Zhou Xian polished it, put a layer of oil on it, and left it to dry. I was able to calm my hands before I went to have my dinner.
When he arrived at the path under the Liuyun Hall, through the flowers and trees, he vaguely saw Meng Zhenru kneeling at the feet of the princess.