Lamp Flower Smile

Su Ningshuang...

He had specially memorized the family list of officials in Shengjing, so he quickly remembered the name Su Ningshuang.

Su Ningshuang's father was the Zuo Jianyi doctor of the current dynasty, in charge of the investigation of Shengjing, and was upright and inflexible.

He vaguely remembered that his colleagues had said that Su's father loved his daughter as much as his life and spoiled her to the extreme.

Now it seems that it is true.

Su Ningshuang's maids and guards were all outside the teahouse. A rich lady, her family actually agreed to bring books, paper and pens to the mountains to paint, and she did not avoid talking and living with strange men. Looking at the appearance of her guards and maids, it is clear that they are used to it.

This behavior is nothing in ordinary families, but it is really out of line for a lady from a high family.

Yan Xu did not want to get too entangled with this person. As he was in the Privy Council, it was not a good thing for him to get too close to the families of other officials in the court. After drinking tea, he left without paying attention to the woman's questions.

The affairs in the military room are always busy. The more important you are, the heavier the burden.

When I am tired, I just want to go to the mountains to sit alone.

When he went to Danfeng Terrace again, he remembered the pot of bitter and fragrant tea in the teahouse, so he went there again. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a familiar shadow.

The woman was sitting in front of the window, splashing ink on the table. When she heard the noise, she looked up and saw him coming in. Her eyes lit up: "Yan Xu!"

He stopped: "Why do you know my name?"

"Your sword is the sword of the imperial city. I asked my father when I got home. My father knew who you were when he heard that you had a long scar at the corner of your eye." She smiled and curved her eyes, "So you are from the Privy Council."

She said it frankly, not afraid that he would be angry about it.

"Let's sit together!" She patted the table and handed him a piece of crab roe: "Try it?"

Yan Xu refused coldly.

Su Ningshuang is a strange person.

In stark contrast to her cold name, Su Ningshuang is lively and active, and she is used to being familiar with people. Yan Xu was too lazy to pay attention to her, but she didn't care about his ferocious and terrifying appearance at all, and chatted with him familiarly.

The maple leaves of Danfeng Terrace will turn red in February and March. He has no other hobbies on weekdays, but he likes to find a quiet place here. He happens to meet her every time he comes.

"We have known each other for so long, we should be considered friends, right?" she said.

"I don't have any friends."

"How can a person not have friends?" Su Ningshuang smiled and said, "It is so boring for a person to have no one to share his sorrows and joys. I can be your friend and share the sunset of Danfeng Terrace with you."

Yan Xu turned and left.

He doesn't need friends.

But this rich lady really regarded herself as his friend.

She likes painting. Every time she comes, she carries paper and pen in her bookcase. Yan Xu doesn't understand calligraphy and painting, but looking at her paintings, they are indeed delicate and magnificent.

"If I were not born in a noble family, I would definitely be a painter in this life, travel all over the world, and paint all the beautiful scenery in the world."

Yan Xu sneered.

Only a young lady who is ignorant of the sufferings of the world would have such a ridiculous and naive idea.

"The masters of calligraphy and painting say that it is the most difficult to paint people, followed by landscapes, and then dogs and horses. The pavilions and pavilions are definitely objects, which are easier to do." Su Ningshuang smiled and said, "It's a pity that my skills are mediocre now. When I practice well, I will paint a portrait for you."

He interrupted: "Why do you always want to paint me?"

Yan Xu didn't understand why she was always so persistent when he was just an ordinary person.

Su Ningshuang thought for a while and said, "When I first saw you, you were sitting in the woods, looking up at the sunset."

"Your back is very lonely. Paintings will not lie. They can see your heart."

Su Ningshuang sighed.

"Actually, I'm quite lonely too. I like painting. Those rich girls in Shengjing can't play with me, but you are a great scenery. It's a pity not to paint such a beautiful scenery."

"You are lonely, and I am lonely too. We are all lonely 'confidants', so we are naturally friends."

She looked up, and her clear eyes reflected the red maples all over the mountain. She was obviously smiling, but her tone was very lonely.

For the first time, Yan Xu didn't mock her.

Later, he often came to Danfengtai and became familiar with the owner of the teahouse. Even when the maple leaves of Danfengtai fell and Shengjing began to snow, he always came here when he felt lonely and desolate.

Out of ten times, he would always meet Su Ningshuang three or five times.

She still looked heartless, carrying a book box and wandering around the mountain. Every time she ordered the crab roe from the teahouse, she tried to persuade him but failed.

She still wanted to secretly paint him, but he found out, and then failed and returned in disappointment.

The days passed slowly, and the maple leaves of Danfeng Terrace turned red and green, and then green and red.

Su Ningshuang was also old enough to get engaged.

The Su family arranged for her to marry Pei Di, the young master of Zhaoning Mansion.

After hearing the news, Yan Xu was stunned for a long time.

His career was smoother at that time, and his position was higher than before, but he was still unpopular among his colleagues. He saw Su Ningshuang, who was listless, in the teahouse, and hesitated for a long time. For the first time, he took the initiative to ask her: "Don't you want to get married?"

"Of course," Su Ningshuang pouted, "I don't even know him."

After returning, Yan Xu thought for a long time, and sent someone to invite a matchmaker to go to the Su family to propose marriage.

He thought very simply. If Su Ningshuang didn't like the Pei family's marriage, he could use his own marriage to block it. If she was willing, it would be good to paint maple leaves in Danfeng Terrace for a lifetime.

The matchmaker came back soon and said that the Pei family refused the marriage proposal.

When I saw Su Ningshuang again, she was sitting in front of the teahouse window. Unlike the depressed look she had shown in the past few days, her eyes were full of energy and vitality.

"I know you are loyal and went to my house to propose marriage. Thank you very much, but it's not necessary."

"I secretly went to meet the young master of the Pei family," Su Ningshuang held her chin in her hands and couldn't wait to share with him. "He is handsome, elegant and personable. The most important thing is that I tested him with painting. He is a person who knows how to paint. Very knowledgeable about calligraphy and painting!”

"I think this marriage is good! I like him!"

Yan Xu had never seen her look like this before, and his heart and eyes were full of the shyness of a young girl.

There were many words he wanted to say but he said calmly: "Congratulations."

"The marriage is certain. I have to be busy embroidering the wedding dress, so I may not come so often in the future. This painting is for you!"

She handed Yan Xu a painting.

This is a picture of the sunset in the mountains at Danfeng Terrace. The colors are bright and impressive, which is impressive.

"When I get married in the future, I will still come here to paint when the maple leaves turn red every year. By then my painting skills will have improved by leaps and bounds. Don't refuse me to paint your portrait anymore!" She stood up with a smile, like a maple leaf. Drifting away.

Yan Xu was silent.

He became a human again.

In the past, he felt that there was nothing wrong with being alone, and it made him happy and save trouble, but he was probably used to having people chattering around him. When he came to Danfeng Terrace again, he actually felt a bit desolate about the quietness in the mountains.

Su Ningshuang soon got married.

This is probably a marriage that seems to be a good match. The man is talented and the woman is good-looking. News about her reached his ears from time to time, and the couple played the piano and harp at the banquet. Soon after, they were blessed with a daughter, a son who was smart and smart...

She lived a happy life.

He was always alone.

However, as his official position became higher and higher, people with good intentions in the court found out the old story about his proposal to the Su family. In order to avoid causing trouble to her, he deliberately spread rumors, saying that he was the one responsible for it. He longed for Miss Su but couldn't get her. Anyway, his reputation wasn't very good and he didn't care if it was worse.

As for Su Ningshuang, after marrying into the Pei Mansion and becoming a wife and mother, she could no longer be as free as before. Every year when the maple leaves were red, he would go to the tea house to drink tea, but she never appeared again.

He always felt that it didn't matter, as long as the child grew older and she got some free time, the maple leaves on Danfeng Terrace would turn red every year, and they would see each other again in a lifetime.

Until the news of her death came.

People who know how to paint may not like painting. The elegant and graceful young man is not like the beloved person she thought.

His life was full of misfortunes. He had few relatives and no good friends. He was the only one who was neither afraid nor despised. Just like the warm sunset at Danfeng Terrace, it made his years of sitting alone in the mountains less lonely. However, this last person People also left.

It was so miserable to leave.

He was angry.

This anger turned into revenge.

Prince Ning's recruitment of him was a smooth process, but in fact it was not because he wanted to climb up after success. Maybe I had a desire for power, but that desire was too light, and when I actually got it, it felt like nothing more.

He adopted a group of orphans as his subordinates, with the exception of one person, her son. He should have hated that man's blood, but the child happened to be like his mother, even the little pear dimple on his lips was exactly the same.

He was not married and had no children. Yan Xu was almost frightened by Pei Yun Yingliang. While scolding him, he taught him as his own son.

When people work together for the same goal, life feels like it's going nowhere. However, when the revenge came to the last step, he suddenly felt empty in his heart.

Why did he seek revenge?

Su Ningshuang was not his lover, but he had a slight affection for her when he was young, and it was quickly worn away by the years. But he dedicated half his life to this, raising her son and avenging her. The scary thing was that he could feel pleasure in the process, which was one of the few satisfactions in an empty life.

After all, he was too lonely.

Su Ningshuang is right, "Your back is very lonely. Paintings can't lie. They can see your heart."

He's just too lonely.

He was so lonely that after she left, he felt that everything in the world was boring, and the power disputes were nothing more than that.

When the long knife finally swung at Xiao Zhufeng, he pushed him away. When the blade penetrated, he felt the long-lost relief.

The two apprentices were crying in front of him, but he felt very relieved.

In this world, people's hearts change, and when a new emperor ascends the throne, it may not be easy to predict what will happen in the future. People who were in the same boat may not be able to work together in the future. To die like this when the friendship is at its strongest is the best legacy left to the two disciples.

He can rest assured.

It’s just so tiring.

A person's life is full of hardships, what can he gain?

He seems to have gotten everything, but he always feels unhappy and has nothing to be happy about.

"Yan Xu." Someone called his name.

He looked up and saw a face with crooked eyebrows.

The young girl was carrying a bookcase on her back, and the dimples on her cheeks were as sweet as ever. She walked up from the red maple midi skirt and said with a smile: "Don't you want to default on your debt now? I've been waiting for you here for a long time, and I can finally do something for you. Portrait."

He was stunned for a long time until the other person walked up to him and stretched out a hand towards him.

"You're so late," she complained softly.

He looked at that hand, and after a long, long time, slowly, little by little, he reached out to her and held that hand.

"It's a little late," he said.

The trees in the river sky are falling and the geese are singing sadly, the red maples are covered with frost and the grass is wilting... The butterflies don't know it's a dream, and they climb the cold branches with the spring scenery...

The maple leaves in Danfeng Terrace are red every year, but he never waited for that person.

Now, the wait is finally here.