When walking down the mountain, Jiang Ling was distracted and accidentally sprained his ankle.

Opening and closing his eyes, these are the scenes that the general sees - his father who is a stranger, his mother who is hesitating, and Ayan who is full of longing...

When she returned to the carriage, her ankle continued to hurt.

Jiang Ling grew up with a golden spoon in her mouth, and her skin was nourished so delicately that it was easy to leave marks. Lu Wu helped her sit down in the carriage, and as soon as he took off his shoes and socks, his ankles were immediately exposed, which was shocking.

redness and swelling.

With just one glance, the little girl in front of me was so worried that she was about to cry.

"Miss, please don't be sad. The current situation is at the forefront. The master and the old lady just don't dare to see you for a while, but their hearts are always towards you, miss. Not to mention the young master, the entire Taifu Mansion belongs to the young master and the young master.

You are closest to..."

Lu Wu comforted her with tears in her eyes.

"After returning home in a while, I will go to Aunt Qingju. She has many precious medicinal materials. Just apply them once or twice and your feet will be healed."

As he was talking, the carriage passed through the noisy downtown.

The gentle breeze lifted the curtain, the girl's eyes narrowed, and the next moment she stopped the carriage.

"Hey, miss - where are you going?"

Jiang Ling put on her shoes and socks, held up the hem of her skirt and walked down reluctantly.

The bold and unrestrained characters were written on the plaque, and she could tell at a glance that it was Ji Fusheng's handwriting:

——Danqing Tower.

Ji Fusheng's calligraphy, like his paintings, is wild and disorganized. But it is precisely this "irregularity" that allows people to glimpse the tenacity of his writing style, which is as strong as wind and strong grass.

"Miss!" Lu Wu stopped her in a panic, "You, do you really want to go in? There are all men here..."

Jiang Ling paused and looked inside the building, and sure enough he didn't see half a woman.

It is true that the Danqing Building was established by men, and almost all of the guests it receives on weekdays are male customers. Even the handymen here are all strong men.

Seeing a girl like her walking in, many people looked at her strangely.

Surprised, questioning... there were even some people with gleaming eyes who looked up and down her appearance and figure frivolously.

Those eyes were naked, even filled with a bit of contempt and desire that was incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere. Just when Jiang Ling was about to retreat, the waiter on the side came forward with a cheerful face.

He seemed to have never received a female guest before and bowed to her politely, "Girl, do you want to buy calligraphy or see paintings?"

As soon as he said this, there were more and more onlookers around.

Standing among the men, Jiang Ling felt a little embarrassed and lowered her voice:

"I...just take a look."

Unexpectedly, the other party did not look down on her because she was a woman, but instead welcomed her very enthusiastically to the front hall. There were scrolls of calligraphy and painting hanging everywhere. Jiang Ling raised his head and looked over one by one, only seeing these calligraphy and painting strokes.

It is varied and has different styles. It rarely has the writings of everyone, but is full of the style of Jianghu.

At the innermost side, Jiang Ling saw Ji Fusheng's latest paintings.

As unique as ever, there is a lot of white space in the lower right corner of the scroll, bounded by water waves.

The boy on one side smiled and said: "Girl, you really have good eyesight. This is the painting of our landlord. If you like our young master's painting, you might as well follow me to the second floor. The elegant room on the second floor is full of his paintings and calligraphy. You can appreciate it carefully."

Ichiban.”

Although Jiang Ling was fascinated, the further he walked in, the more men he saw around him.

Most of them were well-dressed, holding small fans or wine glasses, talking in refined words, wearing rich clothes and jade belts, and looking extremely noble.

Seeing her hesitation, the other party said: "We at Danqing House use literature and painting to make friends. The landlord has specifically given instructions. There is no gender distinction in poetry, calligraphy and painting books. Anyone who is interested, regardless of gender, old or young, will be treated as a guest, so girls

No need to be restrained.”

Jiang Ling paused, "But I came out in a hurry and didn't bring much silver with me."

"Girl, please don't misunderstand. Our poster's paintings are only for giving away, not for sale. I don't know who the poster will give this painting to," the shop boy said, "Besides, if you want to make some money, you can also come to Danqing

Lou exchanged literature and paintings for money..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Wu, who was following behind without saying a word, said in surprise:

"Exchanging literature and paintings for money? Isn't this very... shameful?"

"It's neither stealing nor robbing, neither committing adultery nor stealing. What's the shame? A while ago, the young master from Taifu's residence came to our Danqing Building to copy books in exchange for banknotes."

Lu Wu: "But our lady is a woman after all..."

Jiang Ling grabbed her.

Fortunately, the other party just glanced at the little girl behind Jiang Ling and didn't say anything more.

The man shook his head and smiled, leading her into the elegant room. The rich and thick fragrance of ink hit her face. What was more impactful than the fragrance of ink were the vivid and unbridled lines on the painting.

…

It was already dusk when we returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

After strolling around the Danqing Building for an afternoon, Jiang Ling's ankle pain became even worse. She was helped by Lu Wu to cross the threshold, and unexpectedly saw Tan Zhao standing outside the courtyard gate.

The lamp in Tingyun Pavilion was on, and Bu Zhan was sitting in front of the case, flipping through a book carelessly, as if he had been waiting for her for a long time.

It gets dark very quickly in autumn.

The night seemed like a mist, covering his plain clothes. The bright moon reflected the clothes, casting a cold light. Hearing the sound, the man raised his eyelashes.

Jiang Ling hurriedly stepped forward.

Bu Zhan's black eyes were dark, but his eyes were as clear as water.

He obviously didn't speak, and the expression on his face didn't even change at all, but it made her feel oppressed for no reason.

Jiang Ling resisted the pain in her feet, met the man's gaze, and bowed obediently.

"Master Xiang."

Bu Zhan put the book back on the desk and said "hmm" in a neutral tone.

When he came today, his hair was not tied up. Now he is accompanied by the fragrance of books, which makes him very elegant.

Under the moonlight, Jiang Ling carefully looked at the person in front of him.

The other person was not angry because of her late return, and his face was full of calmness and asceticism. Seeing that she was lost in thought, the man stretched out his hand again, letting her come to him obediently like a kitten.

As he walked closer, Jiang Ling saw clearly that what he was reading was a book on governing officials. From the central government to the local governments, there were methods for smoothing things over.

Jiang Ling shuddered slightly.

She had always known Bu Zhan's thoughts, but she never expected that he would be so unconcealed about his ambitions.

As if he was tired from reading, Bu Zhan rubbed his temples. His thick eyelashes were long and lazily drooped, covering the light under his eyes.

When the other party spoke little and remained silent, Jiang Ling only dared to stand on one side and waited politely.

After walking up and down all day during the day, she was tired and sleepy, and her ankles still hurt. As soon as Bu Zhan opened his upper eyelids, he saw her ugly complexion, which was really white and blue, and the blue in the middle was transparent.

white.

There was a bit of scrutiny in his eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Jiang Ling felt guilty and thought he would investigate why she came back so late. However, she didn't expect that the man just glanced at her lightly, then raised his chin and nodded at her from afar.

What?

Jiang Ling blinked, not sure why.

Bu Zhan said quietly: "The hairpin is crooked."

The rules and regulations say that it is disrespectful to have an unkempt appearance and to show your face to your husband.

She hurriedly raised her hand to straighten her hairpin.

When the girl raised her sleeves, a faint fragrance suddenly came to her. The fragrance was quiet and made the man's eyes darken. The next moment, Jiang Ling felt a heavy weight on her wrist, and Bu Zhan had already grasped her white wrist, which was as thin as a lotus root joint.

Take the hairpin off her hand.

"Mr. Prime Minister?"

The green hair is like a waterfall, winding down.

In panic, she raised her face in Bu Zhan's arms and looked into his dim and unclear eyes. His fingers were long and clean, holding the silver hairpin. The plum blossom on the hairpin's head was pressed against the girl's face, and Jiang Ling was

The loose black hair is pushed behind the ears.

A face as big as a palm and a wicker-like waist trembled in his palms.

Really... I feel pity for him.

When Jiang Ling was put on the bed, she still felt severe pain in her ankle.

Not just ankles.

The pain and fatigue spread throughout her limbs, immediately covering her whole body. After running around for a day, she was already very tired, and she didn't have any extra strength in her body.
To be continued...