Qi Tianyang and Xiao Bing passed each other, and after taking a few steps, he felt something was wrong.
Why does the guard next to Jiang Ling look familiar?
The man's figure and temperament made him feel as if he had seen him somewhere before.
When I looked back, the two men had disappeared.
Before he could continue to explore, Cheng He pulled him inside and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"nothing."
Maybe he was overthinking it.
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At a flower-viewing banquet, flower-viewing is women’s business, while the banquet is the main battlefield for men.
With the clinking of glasses and the exchange of cups, most of the interpersonal relationships in official circles are carried out over a glass of wine.
But such a scene is really a test for people. You have to speak up, but if you speak too much you will stand out and make mistakes easily. It is really difficult.
So Lin Cixiao hid.
The farm of Anyuanbo is big enough to have three stalls.
One is a garden, where people go to appreciate flowers, mostly women; one is a banquet, where people who are tired, hungry, thirsty, or want to socialize and expand their network go, mostly officials.
There is also a place with toys such as pitching pots and swings, as well as a table for arranging flowers, making tea, and even painting.
Undoubtedly, this was all specially arranged by Lady Anyuan, so that young men and women could show their charm generously and promote marriage.
There are both men and women here, most of them are unmarried young men and women, and the atmosphere is ambiguous and harmonious.
The place where Lin Cixiao was hiding was in the middle of these three places. The banquet was in full swing at that time, so not many people came to where he was.
Today he was rarely wearing a light green round-necked robe, his black hair was tied up and a green jade hairpin was inserted horizontally, which reduced his fierceness and made him look more refreshing and elegant.
This was what his mother forced him to wear. She threw aside his pile of black and gray clothes and bought him a pile of brighter clothes.
Before leaving, she also told him to talk more with the ladies.
No matter how hard he tried to resist, it was to no avail.
He couldn't avoid the banquet, but his mother was having tea and chatting with other wives of officials, and couldn't keep an eye on him at all times. So he quickly hid away, finding a quiet place to hide from the girls and avoid social events.
He saw several tall sycamore trees. In the hot summer, their broad, emerald green leaves were in full growth, casting a large area of shadow. It was a good place to hide away, so he slipped in and found the thickest tree to hide himself under.
The summer breeze is blowing, and it feels quite cool standing under the tree.
He took out the sheepskin wine bag he carried with him, tilted his head back and took a sip, and the depression in his heart dissipated a lot.
He leaned against the tree trunk, swaying leisurely with the wine bag in one hand, kicking the front of his robe forward with his left foot. He lowered his eyes, and the light green afterimage of the robe flashed in his eyes from time to time.
The sunlight poured down, and her long eyelashes cast a light shadow under her eyes. Her expression was a little dazed, and she seemed quite bored.
He looked up and saw tiny flashes of sunlight among the lush leaves. He raised his empty hand and the sunlight shone through his fingers.
Suddenly, my ears moved slightly, and I heard footsteps coming from far away.
Then came the voice of a woman speaking.
"...I'm not in a hurry. Maybe it's just not my destiny yet."
The voice was gentle and soft, with a hint of laughter, like a breeze blowing across the surface of the lake. When it entered the ears, it felt warm and pleasant, and the tips of the ears felt numb.
Lin Cixiao put away his bored look, straightened up slightly, and bent a finger in the hand holding the wine bag.
“Tick, tick, tick…”
He tapped the opening of the wine bag gently, one by one.
"Cousin Xiao Fei, you can't generalize. Although we won't give in, we can't lock our hearts in a small dark room. Just now, when you were making tea, you stunned everyone."
This was another woman's voice, clear and sweet like crisp fruit.
However, Lin Cixiao did not listen carefully. Although he lowered his eyes, a hint of anticipation emerged in his heart.
The woman was silent for a while, and the two of them gradually stopped walking.
"Ling'er, I know. I just don't want to be so anxious. Besides, I'm very comfortable being alone now."
Although she said such self-deprecating words, her voice was still gentle and there was still a smile in her calmness.
The sound is nice...
So light, so gentle.
Lin Cixiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a sudden heat rose in his ears, and even the sides of his face became hot.
Jiang Ling looked at Jiang Fei's smiling face and calm expression, and wanted to persuade her but didn't know what to say.
"Okay, Ling'er, don't worry about me."
Jiang Fei smiled with her eyes curved, raised her hand and gently stroked her belly, "I'm hoping you can give birth safely. I heard from my mother that giving birth is very painful."
Having said that, he wrinkled his nose slightly, revealing a playful yet distressed look.
Jiang Ling smiled and said a few more words to her, then she heard Zhou Jing'an's voice from behind.
Jiang Fei smiled and said, "You go ahead. I'll stay here for a while."
"Okay, I'll come find you later."
Jiang Ling said goodbye to her, turned around and walked towards Zhou Jingan, pouted, and said half-coquettishly: "I just came out for a while."
Zhou Jingan raised his hand and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, saying softly, "I'm worried because I can't see you."
The two of them walked away talking and laughing. Jiang Fei looked at them twice and then looked away. She walked to the lotus pond next to the sycamore tree and saw the crystal water droplets on the blooming lotus flowers. A faint smile appeared on her face.
It seemed like she was talking to herself, but also like she was talking to the maid next to her.
"That's great." His tone couldn't help but reveal a bit of envy.
The maid wasn't sure what she was talking about. "Are you talking about the princess and the young master?"
Jiang Fei chuckled and said nothing.
"Let's go back."
Only after she turned around and walked back did Lin Cixiao dare to pop his head out from behind the tree.
I didn't dare to look at it for long, just took a quick glance.
I only saw a figure in blue clothes walking away gradually, her clothes fluttering. She turned her head slightly and lowered it, saying something to the maid.
That lowered head was like the shyness of a lotus being bent by raindrops.
Lin Cixiao hurriedly leaned back against the tree trunk, his fingers unconsciously digging into the bark behind him, his head lowered, but the blush on his face was even redder than that from the sun.
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