The third volume of Linglong Dice, An Hongdou's poem note

  The frame, it's a must-fight fight. But days can't just stop like this.

  After waiting for a few days, she thought about it again from the beginning. Was her unhappiness that day just because he said she was extravagant? Over the years, she had paid too much but never got the return she deserved. Recently, she had suffered too many grievances. She habitually put on an understanding smile, but some things were forgotten, and the grievances accumulated. Then Liu Ying said a sentence lightly, like the last straw that crushed the camel's back, and she couldn't bear it anymore, suddenly bursting out in anger.

  But I still can't bear to give up on that man.

  When he's around, I feel a thousand grievances. But after leaving him for just a few days, I inevitably think of him.

  Come on, try harder! Zhang Yan said to herself. At this moment, I really haven't given up yet.

  Although her mother had comforted her that day, she also tactfully reminded her that she had made enough trouble and should return to the imperial palace.

  Zhang Yan pouted, and the anger she had vented that day was indeed refreshing. However, it led to the current awkward situation. She had so decisively turned around and run back to the Xuanping Marquis's residence, as if retreating with her tail between her legs. Where could she put her face now?

  In September, the autumn wind of Chang'an gradually rose, and she was greedy for coolness, unwilling to let people take down the bamboo mat. When she first fell asleep, she didn't feel anything, but by midnight, she felt a chill creeping up from below, and her hands and feet were icy cold without realizing it. The next day when she got up, she felt dizzy. "Not listening to old people's words, suffering is right in front of you." Xiangyun changed the incense in the censer. Xue said, "Your Ladyship knows your mistake this time. I'll have Xiaolai cook a bowl of ginger soup, although it's not serious, drinking it to dispel the cold air is always good."

  "Alright, alright." Zhang Yan said impatiently. "You're still nagging. You've become an old lady, no wonder nobody wants to marry you."

  She snorted, stubbornly raising her head. "It's me who looks down on them." Quickly changing her expression, she pretended to be angry and said, "Is this something you should say? Are you tired of me? Always thinking of ways to get rid of me?"

  As they spoke, a maid brought over some ginger soup that had been simmered to perfection from behind the curtain. Mu Xi rolled up the curtain and handed it over, holding it in front of Zhang Yan's face. She blew on it to cool it down, saying "Your Ladyship, have some."

  "No." The scent of ginger soup wafted into her nose. Zhang Yan turned her head away, "I've never liked drinking this stuff since I was a kid, the smell is disgusting."

  "Niang Niang," Mu Xi drew out her voice, "you yourself won't even take a break and cool off, but you still want to be stubborn and not drink the ginger soup. Later I'll go find Princess Zhang to tattle on you, let's see what she has to say about you."

  Zhang Yan had no choice but to take a few sips from the spoon in Mu Xi's hand, indicating that she should put it down and rinse her mouth with plum. Liuxu brought out a set of crimson ice silk long skirt with peach blossom embroidery and said, "Your Highness, wear this one today?"

  That was a dress that Zhang Yan loved dearly, but this time she hesitated and said in a low voice, "It's too fancy, let's change into something simpler."

  Tao Hua and Mu Xi exchanged a glance, sighed in their hearts, and although the princess wouldn't admit defeat to Your Majesty with her mouth, she had actually softened in her heart.

  Then she picked out a set of plain long skirt, the skirt was not too long to drag on the ground, and the embroidery on the surface was sparse but elegant. Corresponding to it, she combed a high bun, Zhang Yan shook her head, indicating that no hairpin decorations were needed. Lian Yu took a step back, looked at this empress who had been with her since childhood, and thought proudly in her heart, people are beautiful, whether they wear fat or thin, they all look good. Just like Ah Yan, luxurious has its own elegance, elegant has its own charm.

  Suitable in every way.

  Zhang Yan lazily leaned on the foot of the bookcase, staring blankly at the swirling smoke from the incense burner in the room, thinking to herself, why did this scene seem so familiar?

  She was dull-minded and thought for a long time before suddenly realizing it.

  It is a poem I read many years ago.

  "A thin mist and thick clouds depress the eternal day, auspicious clouds sell golden beasts. The fine festival is again Chongyang, jade pillow and silk window, half night coolness begins to penetrate."

  She got up, pushed open the carved window, and looked out from the second floor of the embroidery building. It was the courtyard of Xuanping Hou Mansion. Now it's September 9th in autumn, chrysanthemums are blooming brightly in clusters. Counting with her fingers, isn't tomorrow Double Ninth Festival?

  The wolf's hair brush sweeps across the fine paper, and Zhang Yan writes down these sentences that seem to be engraved in her mind, then reads them out, feeling a subtle coolness.

  "...After the eastern fence, the wine is yellow at dusk, and there is a fragrance in the sleeves. Many years ago, or maybe many years later, that elegant and refined woman wrote down this poem and asked someone to send it out. When her husband unfolded this letter in a distant place, what was the instant realization that surged up when he first saw these nostalgic lines?"

  It's heartbreaking.

  Don't say it's not soul-stirring.

  The curtain rolls up in the western wind, and people are thinner than chrysanthemums.

  If you would condescend to lift the curtain and take a look at me, by this time, who is thinner, I or the chrysanthemum?

  Although the words were good, they were too soft and weak. Zhang Yan suddenly became annoyed, crumpled up the paper with the finished poem on it, and threw it aside. She then spread out another piece of paper and wrote a new short poem: "Green ants make fresh wine, red clay is a small fire stove. Tonight the sky will snow, can you drink a cup without?"

  This one seems more bright and clear than the previous one, she looks like she's having a better time, but still feels that this self is standing too low.

  I'm always the one waiting for you, but you never come looking for me.

  So she got angry in her heart and threw it far away.

  "Your Ladyship." Mu Xi brought in a plate of sweet pear pastries, smiling and saying, "The Eldest Princess sent these over for you to try, she said they're very sweet."

  She nodded and said, "Thank Auntie for me, put it down."

  Muxi put down the pear, took advantage of Zhang Yan's inattention, picked up the paper note she had just crumpled and hid it in her sleeve. She walked out of the ear house, passed through the long corridor, and bowed at the gate of Xiaxinyuan, "See you, Lord Hou." Zhang Ao nodded slightly, turned around and asked, "What is the Empress doing now?"

  The wooden comb handed out the paper hidden in his sleeve and said, "This morning, the princess got up with a bit of wind chill, after drinking ginger soup, she has been writing. She writes for a while and then stares blankly for a while. However, all the things she wrote were not wanted by her. All crumpled up and thrown away. I picked them up and handed them over to Master Hou."

  "Hmm." Zhang Ao nodded and said, "Not bad."

  He unfolded those crumpled paper notes. Looking at the delicate handwriting on them, he suddenly felt a little dazed.

  "Master Hou?" Mu Xi called out softly.

  "It's nothing." He hastily lowered his eyes, "You go back first. Don't keep the Empress waiting. Be more careful in serving Her Majesty."

  "Alright." Mu Xi replied in a clear voice.

  In the study, Zhang Ao flattened the two damaged books and placed them in a small lacquer box. He instructed, "Have someone deliver it to the Weiyang Palace for His Majesty."

  "It's just that the letter is too damaged." Next to him, the old man twirled his mustache and said, "Presenting it to Your Majesty in this state would be impolite. Why not ask someone to copy it out again in Her Highness's own handwriting?"

  "Sir is talented." Zhang Ao smiled and said, "It's just that he doesn't quite understand the mentality of the young ladies in this world. The more broken-hearted, the more Your Majesty will see, the more mixed emotions will arise."

  Moreover, Zhang thought to himself that in writing, the key is to have emotions and then put pen to paper to reveal one's nature. The more one reads, the more one's thoughts wander far and wide. These two lyrics written by Ah Yan are indeed too sentimental and moving, touching people's hearts and souls. If Your Majesty were not made of stone and iron, I fear you would also be moved.

  He had always hoped that his daughter would attain the most noble status and the greatest happiness, the throne of the empress was the most magnificent garment under heaven, so he did his best to offer it to her. However, at this time, he caught a glimpse of her melancholy from those two incomplete poems.

  It seems that in this fate, Ah Yan is trapped much deeper than he imagined.

  "Third Uncle, look at this..." Zhang Ao couldn't help but say.

  "No rush, no rush." The old man called Third Uncle stroked his beard and sighed, "The time has not come yet."

  Perhaps because the remaining half bowl of ginger soup was secretly poured under the osmanthus tree in front of the boudoir window, Zhang Yan felt more hoarse and her head ached vaguely the next day.

  At this time, there were still people who wouldn't let her be at peace.

  "Auntie, you smell so good!" A soft and fluffy body pounced over, a six-year-old child lifted his head from Zhang Yan's arms, with a pair of bright and lively eyes, and a faint milky scent on his body.

  "Fan Xiaojing." Zhang Yan scolded from the side, "Can't you see that my sister is in distress? Hurry up and get off her body."

  This child's name is Fan Jing, the only son of General Fan Tong and Cao Rui. He can also be considered as Zhang Yan's younger cousin. This year he is only six years old, it is said that he is just like his father when he was young, a little devil who does not love reading books, but loves to dance with swords and play with sticks. In fact, Fan Tong is very satisfied with this son, thinking that he can inherit the family business in the future. It's Cao Rui who doesn't like his temperament, forcing him to read books. A six-year-old child cannot sit still in a study room, so he sneaks out and takes things from vendors on the streets of Chang'an to eat, but he has no money to pay for them, and is caught by Zhang Yan who happens to be passing by and brings him back to the mansion.

  Zhang Wan and her sister had a very good relationship since childhood, but after Zhang Yan married into the Weiyang Palace, they rarely saw each other. These days she was detained in the Hou Mansion, Zhang Wan was extremely happy, and most of the time she lingered in Ah Jie Garden, now she brought along a little oil bottle, the child didn't seem to mind, so she brought it over together.

  But unexpectedly, he was furious. This little scoundrel is a complete lecher, staring at his sister's beauty and being more excessive than his own brother.

  "Ayin." Zhang Yan coughed a few times, afraid of passing on the illness to the child, pushed away Fan Jing, and called out to her brother, "You seem...to have some feelings for your Emperor uncle..."

  Liu Ying had always been gentle with her relatives. In the past, she took good care of herself, and now, as a legitimate aunt to Zhang Yan, she naturally showed no less kindness.

  However, Zhang Yan was far from being as close to Liu Ying as he had been in his youth.

  "After all, you're still a child," Zhang Yi finally couldn't help but say. "Sister, when we were together at home in the past, you were always happy and carefree. Since marrying into the Weiyang Palace, not to mention that I rarely see you, every time I do see you, your brow is always furrowed."

  Uncle is good, but whatever he says, he always supports his own full sister.

  Zhang Yan was stunned and lost her smile.

  After all, the root cause lies with oneself.

  "It's an adult matter, don't ask if you don't understand." Zhang Yan smiled faintly and mischievously messed up his hair into a bird's nest. When he was young, he hated it when adults used this phrase as an excuse, but now he naturally used it himself.

  After a while, Xiao Fan looked at Zhang Yan and then at Zhang Yan, suddenly feeling a bit confused, and asked, "The Empress Dowager is Xiao Yan's sister, I call Xiao Yan brother, why do I have to call the Empress Dowager aunt?"

  He was young and ignorant, speaking somewhat topsy-turvy, unknowingly touching his elder cousin's most sensitive spot, and in an instant his face turned black, just as he was about to speak, suddenly hearing someone clearing their throat outside the door.

  Fan Jing turned his head back curiously and saw a young man in black standing at the door of the ear house. His appearance seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember because of his young age.

  Zhang Yun stood up with his hands hanging down, covering his eyes and shouting, "Imperial Uncle."

  Yeah, I didn't make it in time to give Xiaoyan a gift after all.

  Have no choice but to continue tomorrow.

  Friendly reminder, there is an extra chapter before this one, those who have read it can go take a look.

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