Xie Yun walked to a chair, leaned forward slightly, and motioned Zheng Wanqing to take a seat in an elegant and gentlemanly manner. After she sat down, he slowly sat down opposite her.
During meal time, a tranquil atmosphere spreads quietly, with only the occasional collision of tableware echoing gently in the air, further highlighting the quietness and solemnity.
Xie Yun wanted to say something several times but stopped himself, his eyes unconsciously falling on Zheng Wanqing. There was some hesitation in his eyes, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know where to start.
Zheng Wanqing was completely focused on the food in front of her and deliberately avoided Xie Yun's gaze.
He stared at Zheng Wanqing, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and then he whispered: "I have to go to the office later. If you have anything, just tell Uncle Zhou."
After the meal, Xie Yun slowly stood up, straightened his military uniform, and prepared to go to the office.
He walked towards the door with steady steps, but suddenly turned around and looked deeply at Zheng Wanqing, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say a thousand words. But in the end, all the words condensed on his lips and turned into a slightly hasty sentence: "I'm leaving first."
Zheng Wanqing nodded slightly, with a somewhat polite and distant look on her face, and watched Xie Yun's car slowly drive away until it disappeared from her sight.
On the first day after the wedding, Zheng Wanqing thought she would feel uncomfortable in Xie's house, but now she found that life did not seem to have changed much. Xie Yun was a busy man, running around all day, but her life was just like before, eating and drinking as usual, and her life was as quiet as water.
Yesterday evening, Zheng Wanqing first arrived at Xie's house. It was already late at night and she had not had the opportunity to walk around the house.
Today, the sun was shining brightly, and she decided to explore the mansion.
After taking only a few steps, I discovered that the Xie Mansion clearly looked like it was built not long ago. The overall style cleverly blended the architectural aesthetics of China and the West, and every detail showed its novelty and uniqueness.
Entering the front hall, the Chinese-style carved beams and painted buildings complement the Western-style crystal chandeliers.
The wooden beams were intricately carved with auspicious floral and bird patterns, with delicate knife techniques and smooth lines, as if every bird was about to spread its wings and fly high, and every flower was exuding fragrance.
The crystal chandelier hanging above the head is simple in shape yet luxurious. The crystal clear crystal reflects colorful light, which falls on every corner of the hall.
She walked slowly along the corridor and suddenly stopped. A long ink scroll was hanging on the plain white wall.
That ink painting is like a wordless poem, with a profound and remote artistic conception.
The painter used only a few strokes to sketch out a magnificent painting: the mountains and rivers are rolling like a giant dragon, and the majestic momentum is ready to emerge. The river is rushing through, like a flexible ribbon, and the gurgling sound can be heard. The pavilions and towers are scattered in an orderly manner, showing the simple and elegant state between the mountains and rivers, making people intoxicated by the unique charm of this oriental charm.
Particularly eye-catching is the inscription next to the ink painting, the brush strokes are as sharp as iron and silver, showing boldness and sharpness. Every stroke is resolute and bold, and the strokes are sharp and powerful.
Zheng Wanqing's gaze lingered for a long time on the three characters "Xie Yumin" at the signature. She couldn't help but reach out her hand and gently stroked the three characters. The corners of her lips slightly raised, and she whispered softly: "This character looks a lot like someone else."
At this moment, she was completely unaware that her eyes were already filled with complex emotions of admiration and attachment.
Zheng Wanqing walked through the moon-shaped door and saw an octagonal pavilion with red lacquer and flying eaves. The pavilion was exquisitely designed with high eaves. On each eaves, there was a glazed beast crouching, glowing with an amber halo in the sunset. On the pillars of the pavilion were engraved reliefs of "pine and cranes extending their wings".
The pavilion is surrounded by a winding stream, and the rockery made of Taihu stones is jagged like a skeleton, with a few orchids hanging between the cracks. A thin spring flows down from the top of the mountain, and the water drops splash on the mossy lake stones, making a clear sound like pearls and jade.
Zheng Wanqing walked lightly to the pavilion and sat down. She was dignified, with a straight back, and her gentle temperament flowed naturally in her every move. The breeze blew gently, ruffling a strand of hair on her temples, adding a bit of agile beauty to her.
She turned slightly to the side, her eyes gently falling on the lake not far away. Several koi were swimming leisurely in the water, their gorgeous scales gleaming colorfully under the sunlight, just like flowers blooming in the water, or like colorful clouds floating in the sky. Sometimes they happily shuttled among the water plants, sometimes they played together, their tails swaying gently, creating circles of tiny ripples, decorating the quiet lake surface like a dream.
Zheng Wanqing opened her lips slightly, her voice soft and clear, like the chirping of a yellow oriole in spring, and asked softly to the servant standing beside her: "This mansion looks new, how long has it been under construction?" Her eyes were still on the lively koi, as if she was feeling the tranquility and beauty of the courtyard with them.
The servant bowed his head and answered respectfully: "To answer the young lady, this mansion was built about two or three years ago. The young marshal's family lived in Beijing, and then Marshal Xie unfortunately passed away, and several concubines remained in the old house. The young marshal received the military order from the commander-in-chief and moved to Tianjin alone and lived in this newly built mansion."
Zheng Wanqing nodded slightly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if she was lost in a brief thought, and then continued to ask: "Which architect designed this mansion?"
Upon hearing this, the servant smiled with a hint of admiration for the young commander, and said, "Madam, this mansion was designed by the young commander himself."
After hearing what the servant said, Zheng Wanqing couldn't help but feel ripples in her heart.
I never thought he had a talent for design. I guess my previous understanding of him was too one-sided.
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