As soon as Zhang Qi walked in listlessly, several maids exchanged a glance.

  Lazily poured back onto the couch.

  Before long, A-Lu burst in through the door and rushed to Zhang Qi's side, anxiously asking: "A-Qi, what's wrong? Has something happened?"

  Zhang Qi raised her eyes to look at her, shook her head and said, "Nothing."

  A Lu stared at her with wide eyes, looking utterly disbelieving.

  "Just lost some money."

  "Ah?" Ah Lu was even more painful than Zhang Qi, her round face was all scrunched up. Before long, she heard the sound of footsteps running into the side room.

  When she came back, she was holding a handkerchief. She carefully handed the handkerchief to Zhang Qi, Ah Lu frowned and looked at her with a determined expression after gazing at her for a while, saying: "Ah Qi, don't be sad, this is for you."

  Zhang Qi was taken aback and looked at the handkerchief in her hand.

  Yes, there is a plum blossom embroidered on the handkerchief, but it's not very well done.

  Zhang Qi opened her handkerchief.

  Inside were some scattered copper coins and small trinkets. Seeing Zhang Qi looking at them in confusion, Ah Lu said: "This is the reward money I got for my monthly allowance, Ah Qi, don't be sad."

  This kid!

  Zhang Qi was moved inexplicably. She smiled softly, wrapped the handkerchief up and gently placed it in Ah Lu's hands, scolding: "Fool! I wouldn't be short of this."

  A Lu looked at her in confusion and asked: "But didn't you just say?"

  Zhang Qi shook her head, she fell back onto the soft couch, gazing at the beam and murmured: "I just..." She didn't continue, but instead pulled over A Lu, whispering in her ear: "It's okay, go to Jin Guizi's courtyard outside and take a look, see how the result of Xiao Jia Lang Jun's proposal is."

  This also piqued Ah Lu's interest. Her eyes lit up brightly. With a giggle, she jumped up, "Great, great." Without another word, she turned around and rushed out.

  Less than half a time, Ah Lu was back. She ran to the bedroom, carefully closing the door behind her. She leaned in close to Zhang Qi, who looked slightly tense, and whispered: "Jin Guzi is crying, she's very sad."

  Zhang Jin is crying? It seems like it's all over.

  Zhang Qi smiled slightly. She slowly got up. In a low voice, she said: "It's still not possible." In the dimly lit bedroom, her eyes were surprisingly bright.

  Seeing her in a good mood, Ah Green also smiled slightly.

  At this moment, a maid's voice came from outside. "Miss, someone has brought a wooden box."

  "Who?" Ah Lu opened the door.

  Ah Yue stood outside the house, still smiling at Ah Lu, but she didn't dare to underestimate her like before. Lowering her head, she held out a wooden box with both hands, "It's said that Xuan Xiao Lang sent it."

  A Lu took over the wooden box, re-locked the door and walked to Zhang Qi's side.

  Zhang Qi took over the box and opened the lid in Ah Lu's wide-eyed curious gaze.

  The box was empty except for a piece of folded paper in the shape of a flying swallow.

  He reached out and took the paper swallow. Just then, there was a "ding" sound, and an old lotus seed fell from the swallow's belly and rolled onto the table.

  The white paper is clean and spotless, with nothing on it. This big box only has a pair of Flying Swallow shoes and a lotus seed.

  Seeing Zhang Qi furrowed her brow and a smile hung on the corner of her mouth. But that smile, no matter how you look at it, seems to be somewhat sarcastic. Ah Lu curiously asked: "What is this? Why did Xun Lang Jun send this over?"

  Zhang Qi shook her head and said in a low voice: "This was not sent by Ninth Brother."

  In Ah Lu's puzzled eyes, she slowly stood up and softly said: "It was sent by Xiao Mo."

  "What's Xiao Lang? What does it mean?"

  Zhang Qi turned around, she smiled at Ah Lu and said softly: "Lotus seed," "Lian Zi" also, he gave me an old lotus seed, it means that he loves me dearly and wants to grow old together with me. The pair of flying swallows is the same, his meaning is that although he is a rich and noble person, he is willing to be with me like ordinary people in love, becoming a pair of flying swallows.

  When swallows choose a nest, they don't care about wealth or poverty. In folk culture, loving couples often use the swallow as a metaphor, wishing to fly together in pairs. Is Xiao Mo implying that he can't give her wealth and glory, but has a sincere heart? Or is he thinking that she would give up everything and be his concubine, not seeking fame or wealth, just to live with him?

  A Lu flattened his mouth and said: "It's so hard to understand."

  "It's not hard to understand." Zhang Qi said in a low voice.

  It's not hard to understand, at least the girls who have been to school can understand. The Southern and Northern Dynasties are different from the Han Dynasty, and they are also different from the Tang and Song Dynasties that follow. The literati of this era, as well as men and women in love, all like to use ambiguous metaphors to express their emotions. They like to express their feelings in a winding and twisting way. The more twists and turns, the more subtle and precise the meaning, the more they are praised by others.

  Lowering her head, Zhang Gui threw the silk paper into the charcoal stove. At that time it was still spring, and there was a chill in the air, so Zhang Gui's room had always been equipped with a charcoal stove.

  The paper went into the fire and a burst of flames rose up, in an instant turning that white, bright and clean paper into ashes.

  A Lu called out softly from one side: "Such expensive paper, Ah Gui is really wasteful."

  Zhang Qi's mouth twitched slightly as she said in a low voice, "What about being precious? One poke and it breaks, one burn and it turns to ash, how fragile!"

  There is still a strong sense of resentment in his tone.

  Just about to throw that lotus seed in. Suddenly, Zhang Qi thought, it's still spring now, this lotus seed is obviously last year's stock. Now if I get rid of it myself and Xiao Mo asks about it, there won't be a replacement to find. So she handed it back to A Lu, saying "Help me put it away."

  "Uh-huh."

  After Ah Lu carefully picked up the lotus seeds and walked up to Zhang Qi, she curiously asked: "Ah Qi, weren't you very happy just now?"

  Zhang Qi turned around and looked at her, saying in a low voice: "Xiao Mo was just rejected for marriage, and this was handed over to me in an instant. He wants to comfort my heart, but also doesn't give up."

  Although she already knew that Xiao Mo would not let her go easily, seeing herself in the fake mountain cave, those tears and cries did not move him at all. He still wanted to make himself his concubine, which made her feel annoyed.

  After pacing back and forth in the room for a while, Zhang Qi bit her lip and said: "The moon is bright outside, let's go for a walk, Ah Lu."

  "Alright."

  The moon is indeed bright and full, today is the fifteenth day of the lunar month. A round moon hangs in the sky, illuminating everything with a soft glow. Walking under the moonlight, when the spring breeze blows, a fragrance of flowers wafts through the air, making one feel indescribably comfortable.

  After walking for a while, Zhang Qi's mood obviously improved. Ah Lu saw it and also smiled with an open mouth.

  At this moment, a faint and indistinct flute sound came. Zhang Gui listened carefully with his ear sideways, and followed the sound of the flute.

  The flute sound came from the pavilion where Zhang Xuan often stayed. At this moment, there were four or five young men standing on the pavilion, one of whom was holding a jade flute and playing it under the bright moonlight. The flute sound was lingering, the spring breeze was blowing, and the water waves were rippling, making the scene so beautiful that it made people want to cry. For a moment, Zhang Gui was stunned.

  A Lu didn't notice Zhang Qi's melancholy, she touched her and said in a low voice: "Ah Qi's zither sounds good. Ah Qi, shall we go over?"

  Indeed, Zhang Qiuyun has more talent than ordinary people in the way of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.

  When Ah Lu heard Zhang Qi's words, she woke up from her daze and smiled wryly to herself: "Yes, my music is indeed very moving... perhaps heaven thinks that with my appearance, it would be a waste not to make me a seductress? So in my memory, many things have been forgotten, but the memories of these things are deeply ingrained?" Her voice was very low, and Ah Lu couldn't hear her at all.

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