Ever since she entered Chang 'an University.
Jingshu was particularly focused on the rumors about Zhang Feng.
Jingshu wouldn't let go of even the slightest rumor about Zhang Feng. In the beginning, Jingshu believed that Zhang Feng had really fulfilled her promise and deciphered the Huga 18 Beats. She didn't have much contact with Zhang Feng, but she knew most of the people around Zhang Feng.
Therefore, this aroused Jingshu's curiosity.
Moreover, Zhang Feng was handsome and didn't have a wife. Where could she find such a Mr. Right?
In addition, Zhang Feng's talent was enough to leave those debauchees in the dust.
Zhang Feng was the Mr. Right that Jingshu had never dreamed of. After all, being born in Yan Lai Lou was a blemish. However, although Zhang Feng was a little evasive, he didn't refuse. This obviously meant that he acquiesced. In addition, the outside world had already spread the news about the relationship between the two. On one hand, it was because she wanted to marry Zhang Feng.
On the other hand, it was because of Zhang Feng's talent.
During this period, since Zhang Feng went up Xiao Mountain, the legend of Zhang Feng resounded throughout Chang 'an City. It was even said that the miracle-working doctor Sun Simiao was attracted by Zhang Feng to go up Xiao Mountain and hadn't come down until now.
A few days ago, there was a rumor that the contemporary great scholar Yu Shinan, after going up Xiao Mountain, directly declared that he would close himself and go up Xiao Mountain!
This made Jingshu even more attracted to Zhang Feng, as if she had lost her soul. Every day, she would fall into longing for him. If she hadn't met Zhang Yuyao when the imperial edict was read last time, she probably wouldn't have been able to bear the pain of longing and went up Xiao Mountain.
However, it was also because she met Zhang Yuyao, two people with poor lives, that she had a trace of comfort. Zhang Yuyao didn't dislike Jingshu's birth and even learned ancient music from Jingshu. The two even became sisters. For Jingshu, such a wonderful thing was a blessing from the heavens.
Although she was a singer of Yan Lai Lou and a frequent guest of the imperial family, she also had another identity. She was the disciple of Empress Zhangsun. Empress Zhangsun had once wanted her to marry the crown prince. Fortunately, Zhang Feng had appeared at this time.
Jingshu was very resistant to becoming the crown prince's concubine. Before she entered Yan Lai Lou, she was the daughter of a minister of the previous dynasty and naturally knew the depths of the imperial palace. For her, the imperial palace was just a nightmare. Fortunately, in the end, the emperor stepped in and tacitly agreed to her relationship with Zhang Feng.
He even had the intention to matchmake them. What was this?
This was a true blessing from the heavens.
"Little wife, we're here!"
While Jingshu was lost in her thoughts, a small voice sounded beside her. At this time, Jingshu raised her head and discovered that they had already arrived at Zhang Manor.
At this time, the sedan bearer had already come to report. The servants at the door were already used to Jingshu's arrival and hurriedly opened the door. Jingshu leisurely entered Zhang Manor under an oil paper umbrella.
As soon as she entered, Zhang Shan had already received the news and personally waited at the door with Yuyao.
"This morning, Old Man heard the noise of a magpie at the door. So it was Jingshu who came to visit!"
Jingshu bowed to Zhang Shan and Madam Zhang, then said, "Uncle Zhang is joking. This little girl doesn't dare to take responsibility. However, this little girl has indeed brought a piece of good news today!"
"Is it that brat Zhang Feng's?"
As they spoke, they entered the drawing room.
Jingshu also secretly handed a letter to Zhang Yuyao. When Zhang Yuyao saw the handwriting on the letter, her face instantly flushed red.
She could recognize Zhang Feng's handwriting. After all, only Zhang Feng could write such ugly handwriting.
The moment they entered the drawing room, Zhang Shan noticed that something was wrong with Zhang Yuyao, but he didn't say anything. He only asked a simple question about Zhang Feng inviting a craftsman up the mountain before leaving with a hearty laugh.
Only the two women were left behind.
It was only then that Zhang Yuyao pulled Jingshu into the boudoir.
"Little Sister Jingshu, quickly tell me how Prince Zhang is doing."
"He's lost weight and has experienced the vicissitudes of life. However, this is all from drinking wine."
Jingshu was still concise and comprehensive.
As she spoke, she also took out the letter that Zhang Feng wrote to her and placed it on Zhang Yuyao's dressing table. At this time, the two women carefully opened the envelope and opened the yellow straw paper.
There was nothing else on the paper, only a short poem.
Zhang Yuyao softly read the poem that Zhang Feng wrote to her.
"When the lotus leaves are born, they are born with regret. When the lotus leaves wither, they are born with regret. When the lotus leaves wither, they are born with regret. When the lotus leaves wither, they are born with regret."
When Zhang Yuyao finished reading, she was already looking at Jingshu with tears in her eyes.
Jing Shu also recited slowly, "Meeting is difficult, parting is also difficult. The east wind is weak, a hundred flowers wither, the spring silkworm's silk ends only when it dies, the candle torch turns to ashes, tears begin to dry, the morning mirror but the clouds change, the night song should feel the cold moonlight, there is no road to Mount Peng this time, the green bird is eager to explore."
The two women were both talented women.
Naturally, they could also see Zhang Feng's feelings from Zhang Feng's poem.
However, they were also deeply shocked by the yearning in Zhang Feng's poem. After a long time, Zhang Yuyao pulled Jingshu's hand and said: "Little Sister Jingshu, although you usually don't talk much, I can see your feelings. Prince Zhang didn't refuse, nor did he agree. I heard that he said before that he would first start a career and then start a family. We …"
Jingshu looked at the scenery outside the window and smiled faintly: "It's enough to know his feelings. As long as he is well, even if I have to wait for a lifetime, it's enough. With such a husband, what more can I ask for?"
Zhang Yuyao also turned her tears into a smile: "Yes, we will wait! Isn't it just three years? We will wait for him! "
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