Chapter 9 Chapter Three

Yimei knew that she still couldn't completely warm his heart.Nalan is not only the eldest son of the prime minister's mansion, possessing dignity in the world, he is also a poet.He always let himself sit on the clouds, overlooking the fireworks in the world, that poetic and picturesque, always alienated from the world of mortals.She can only be a pure white butterfly, spread her happy wings and fly towards him, dancing for him all her life.She knew that there was such a woman in his heart, she didn't ask, even though she wanted to know their story very much.She could listen to him calmly, but she didn't ask.She stretched out her hand gently, and said to him in a low voice: "Let me see your happiness, and I will also let you see my happiness."

He looked at the woman in front of him, her hands were as bright as jade, her wrists were frosty and snowy, so quiet, pure as a spring.She can hide her sadness so deeply and only deliver the good to him.His empty heart was filled bit by bit by her.But he would always ignore her inadvertently, and he even felt a little selfish. She said that this is a debt, and people come to this world to pay off the debt, and they will leave when they are paid off.When she said this, she was calm and composed, as if she knew the world deeply, kept her calm, loved what she loved, and liked what she liked.But when Nalan saw her calm, his heart ached. He would rather she was just a white pear blossom, smiling gently on a branch blown by the spring breeze, not knowing the sorrows of the world.

Nalan likes water. These days, he and his beloved wife go boating on the lake during the day, watching the peach blossoms, willows and greenery, misty waves and painting buildings, reciting poems and couplets together, drinking and chatting, he gradually discovered the beauty of his beloved wife.Not only is she gentle and dignified, but her poems are also exquisite. His empty and thin heart gradually filled up in the water. She likes embroidery, embroidered plum, embroidered lotus, embroidered orchid, all of which are pure and clean, light and elegant.Every time she draws with her eyebrows lowered, he likes to watch quietly from the side, not saying much, so thoughtful.She said that she doesn't like embroidering mandarin ducks and bimu, because one day, mandarin ducks will fly solo, and bimu will eventually lose their companions.

She made green plum wine for him and played the piano for him on moonlit nights.The flying flowers fall on the strings, just like that period of green youth, but the past has flowed into the distance with the floating weeds.Emotion is sometimes just a thin piece of paper, wetted by the watery years, even if it is dried in the sun, there will still be traces of wrinkles. In a very calm tone, he told her about Qingmei's past.There used to be a woman as white as a pear blossom, whom he loved.He called her cousin Qingmei, and she called him cousin Donglang.She always quietly embroiders a double stalk leaning on the corridor, and she is always slightly annoyed that she can't embroider mandarin ducks and bimu.She likes to play the piano in the quiet night, she said, Lengxiang breaks the string of lovesickness.They didn't say love, but they knew in their hearts that it was love.When he said this, his face was calm and indifferent, without sadness, not even a sigh.

Nalan thinks that such telling is not harm, when a person understands everything about another person, he will only understand and cherish it more.He believed in his wife, always had.The fleeting years are like the wind, which will blow away all the past, whether it is joy or sorrow, it will disappear into clouds and smoke.All he has is the present, the present moment. Yimei only felt that her heart was as clear as water, and in the future, she would never question or doubt each other again.I only want to warm this sentimental man well, and I can love him day by day.She can't be that white pear flower, but only herself, the scenery born for him, the ink and wash painted by him, the water sample is clear and light, and it blooms into a plum blossom, which will live up to his lifelong feelings.

Nalan Rongruo regained his mood, read history books every day and night, and finally completed the compilation of "Tongzhitang Jingjie".His talent and fame once again caused a sensation in the court and the public, and he was valued by Emperor Kangxi and admired by all civil and military officials.During this time, Nalan was familiar with the classics and history, and began to study history, astronomy, geography, Buddhism, music, literature, etc., in preparation for another book. Nalan Mingzhu was really relieved to see that Rong Ruo had regained her own piece of sky.Rong Ruo is like a wild goose, spreading its wings in the boundless sky, its eyes are dazzled by the floating clouds, its wings are wet by the rain and dew, and it loses its way home.Now, he has finally released the shackles, broke through the clouds, and found the sky he once had.

With a gentle and virtuous wife, a brilliant talent and the honor of being the eldest son of the Prime Minister, Nalan didn't know what else he lacked, but every time he was honored, he would feel an inexplicable loneliness. Hold his heart and lungs.That kind of pain is indescribable, like a disease brought on in the previous life, which cannot be shaken off in this life.He regards this disease as common among literati since ancient times. No matter how noble a person's status and how happy his life is, there is a deep burden and an inescapable sadness deep in his heart. Her father, Mingzhu, persuaded Rongruo to continue to work hard and take the Jinshi examination to make up for the regrets that fell during the cold illness.Yimei adds fragrance to Rong Ruohong's sleeves every day, and spends the night reading with him, even though she doesn't care whether her husband can achieve fame or not, what she really wants is a piece of stability in this world.But she understands that Nalan Mingzhu has deep hopes for Rong Ruo, and this inescapable identity makes Rong Ruo responsible for giving, and with his talent, he should do more, and he should do his best for the country instead of being with him every day. By her side, she chanted the wind and admired the moon, shed her false fame, and became a romantic scholar of idle clouds and wild cranes. In the boundless world, with so many ups and downs and vicissitudes, everyone is walking towards their own direction of life.The road is full of ups and downs, but you have to go on regardless of wind and rain, fulfill a long-cherished wish, and end a certain fate.Whether it is complicated or simple, the years are so short, we have nowhere to escape, and there is no need to escape.