Chapter 12: How much does destiny know

The sky was high and airy, and a few faint clouds floated in the sky, dragging in the air, smearing lightly and casually. The blue sky is like washing, and the sun spreads unscrupulously, shining like a beautiful jade cloud like water.
The bluestone scattered water in the garden of Zhanwangfu, under the dense flower shade, there are cool shadows everywhere, wisteria flowers floating, and the fragrance is rich.
Qing Chen held a few books and walked to Yanbo Song Shuangzhai, her expression a little helpless. Last night, she flipped through the book for another night. These days, she checked almost all the strange notes in Yanbo Shuangzhai, but she never saw the so-called witchcraft forbidden. The case of Tianwu Zuifang has not been settled for a long time, and she cannot leave the Palace of Cham for the time being, and Dark Nightmare has not appeared since that day. She walked sullenly, remembering the bamboo house in the mountains and the deep peach forest, subconsciously flicking the tourmaline on her wrist, bowed her head and sighed.
The two attendants who followed Ye Tianzhan on weekdays were talking in low voices before Yanbo Shuangzhai. They were happy when they saw Qing Chen coming over, and one of them greeted him from afar and shouted, "Miss Feng!"
"Qin Yue, is your Highness back?" Qing Chen asked casually.
"His Royal Highness and Yin Xiangye have just returned to the house from the front." Qin Yue said with a small smile, "The girl came just right, and His Royal Highness was furious in it. No one of us dared to go in and serve tea, please girl."
With Ye Tianzhan's gentle and elegant temperament, even when he was angry, Qing Chen was curious for a while, stopped in front of the waterside corridor, and asked strangely: "What happened?"
"We don't know. We just listened to your Highness from afar," Qin Yue said with a bitter face, "maybe you may not come in right now."
Qing Chen couldn't help laughing: "Dare to ask me to be your shield?"
"The girl should have pity on us. Your Royal Highness will never lose your temper at you." Qin Yue made another bend, took the tea tray from another person, and bowed his head in pleading.
Qing Chen faintly swept his eyebrows, or took the tea from his hand, then turned around and asked, "Who else is inside?"
Qin Yue said: "There are only Xiangye and Yin family eldest master."
Qing Chen nodded and walked to the study with the tea. When he walked to the door, he heard Ye Tianzhan's voice vaguely: "Uncle, the Yin family's business has spread all over the sky, which is not enough, so I want to go to the song and dance workshop. Muddy waters?" Wen Langzhong did not rush, his tone sounded no different from usual, just a little bit of attention, but he could detect a little colder out of thin air.
"His Royal Highness said yes, but the matter has come to this point, we still have to think of a way to get the best of both worlds. Moreover, the Yin family is not the only one involved now, and the emperor's meaning may have changed, and we must also weigh it." The older voice said.
Qing Chen aggravated his steps, coughed lightly, and stretched out his hand to lift the curtain. In the room, sitting by the window was a middle-aged man of forty to fifty years old. He was Ye Tianzhan's uncle, the supervisor of Shang Shuling Yin, and a young man beside him. The person is Yin Mingyan, the eldest son of the Yin family.
Ye Tianzhan was sitting in front of the case, his expression faint and not as angry, but the gentleness between his brows was not seen at all, his expression made the room seem a little quiet. Seeing Qing Chen coming in, the indifference in his eyes seemed to be slow, Qing Chen smiled at him and placed the tea lightly in front of the three of them.
Ye Tianzhan continued to speak righteously to the Yin supervisor: "I will act accordingly in the future. Uncle, let me go back. I should put it out early, and don't drag it away."
Yin Jianzheng and his son glanced at each other, knowing that he was in anger, and at this time there was no need to say anything, so he got up and left.
Seeing the customer, Qing Chen left, feeling that the tea was very redundant, and decided to find Qin Yue to settle the account.
Ye Tianzhan watched the two leave, slowly sighed, and wiped his hands with a square cold towel. He closed his eyes and pondered. He didn't know what he thought of. He held the cold towel in his hand intentionally or unintentionally, and water flowed from his fingers and dripped onto the memorial on the side.
"Hey!" Qing Chen reminded softly, stretched out his hand to draw out the memorial, Ye Tianzhan opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that she was standing helplessly holding the memorial with a wet corner.
Qing Chen wiped the water marks on the memorial and put it back in front of him. He glanced at it and said, "Lost it."
Qing Chen raised his eyes to question, and the corner of his eye swept up slightly, and said lightly: "It must be re-drawn."
Qing Chen didn't say anything, turned around and took the Huo Zhezi and came over and burned the memorial with a copper basin, threw it in and watched it burn.
When the flying ash jumped up, Ye Tianzhan stared at the fire for a moment, picked up the tea cup and sipped slightly. When he raised his head again, the previous emotions had disappeared, and he smiled and said: "How many days are you going out with your twelve brothers? "
"Yeah." Qing Chen nodded, "I want to get acquainted with Yige City. His Highness Twelve showed me some places. He seems to know all the fun places in the city. He also took me to Kunlun Garden a few times and taught him. I have a lot of riding skills."
Ye Tianzhan said: "Ha, the twelve brothers are famous for having fun."
Qing Chen continued, "Like a handsome prince of a dude, it's not like you are busy every day."
Ye Tianzhan smiled and said: "After a few days, I will be free. I will personally take you to have fun in the sky. I may not know where to go."
"That's naturally good." Qing Chen said with a smile.
"His Royal Highness," Qin Yue whispered outside at this moment, "Mr. Mo is here, see you?"
"Mr. Mo?" Ye Tianzhan asked startledly, "Which Mr. Mo?"
"Mr. Mo from the former Qintian Supervisor."
"Oh?" Ye Tianzhan stood up before the case, "Mr. Mo Buping?"
"Exactly."
Ye Tianzhan said: "Please!" After saying that, he personally greeted him.
Qing Chen was a little surprised. The guests that Ye Tianzhan could meet at Yanbo Shuangzhai must be extremely important people or intimate friends, but not many people like this in person. She then walked out, handed the tea tray to the attendant next to her, and said, "You have a guest, I will go back first."
Ye Tianzhan said: "It's okay to see together. In the early years, Mr. Mo was the teacher of me and several emperor brothers. He used to be the Zhengqing of the Emperor Qin Tianjian. He is proficient in the astrology and numerology, and has always been known as the first person in my life. I heard that he traveled around the world after he resigned. It is rare to see him for so many years. I think you always read some books about the Five Elements in the past few days. You should be interested in talking with him."
Qing Chen's eyes lit up slightly, and Qin Yue had led an old man to come far as he spoke. Ye Tianzhan hurried forward and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for more than ten years. When will Mr. Mo return to the capital of Heaven?"
Mo Buping also folded his hands and smiled: "The old man arrived yesterday, passing by the palace today, and on a whim, he wanted to come in and disturb his highness for a cup of tea, and hope that his highness will not be offended."
"Mr. Mo is polite, my husband can come, but I can't ask for it." Ye Tianzhan said as he ordered Qin Yue to prepare tea. Mo Buping's eyes lifted slightly, and he inadvertently paused for a moment on Qing Chen's face. The bottom of his eyes faintly flicked and explored. Ye Tianzhan turned and introduced, "This is Miss Fengqing Chenfeng."
Qing Chen raised his eyes and looked up, and saw that he was dressed in a long gown and was thin and thin. Except for the five willow beards under his chin, which looked a bit like a fairy, his appearance was nothing extraordinary, but She clearly felt that his eyes were inexplicably deep and inexplicable when he looked at her, which meant that as soon as the plain gaze fell in front of the person, she seemed to know something, which made people a little unspeakable. She concealed her amazement, smiled and said to Mo Buping, "Qing Chen has seen Mr. Mo."
Mo Buping nodded slightly in return, and stretched out his hand to stroke the five willows.
Several people entered Yanbo to send Shuangzhai, but Ye Tianzhan did not stay in the study. There are still several pavilions behind the water pavilion, winding all the way, the environment is extremely deep, after a few turns, and to the end, it is a tea room.
The tea room rests on one side of the rock, the curtain is heavy with a breeze, and half of the window is sprinkled with mottled light and shadow of branches and leaves, cool and quiet. Qin Yue had already waited there in front of the door, and two other boys in Tsing Yi saw a few people bowing and raising the curtain. There is an ancient wooden square in the room, and a clear spring does not know where it came from. It is brought to the nearby along with the connected bamboo joints and poured into a small shallow pool of white stone. The bamboo joints fall gently with the water from time to time, and the sound of the water enters the stone, like a breeze lightly on the yaoqin, making the room quiet.
The silver charcoal cooking water in front of the corridor boils slightly. Ye Tianzhan sent his attendants back and took the tea cloth by himself. A wisp of water vapor lingered slightly, and Qing Chen took the tea set in his hand and said: "You speak with Mr. Mo, let me come."
Although Ye Tianzhan handed the small ice porcelain jar to her hand, he said, "Cooking tea is a masterpiece."
Qing Chen looked at the clear touch in his eyes, and smiled faintly: "Tasting tea is also learning." He raised his hand to open the can, but felt the fragrance and unique taste. This tea is known to be extraordinary. Ye Tianzhan looked from the side and pointed out: "The name of the tea is'Youyi', which comes from Yunding Wufeng in southern Xinjiang, a thousand-year-old tree. Waiting for leisure tea is picked before the Ming Dynasty, and the new recipe of the year is the best, but this A tea is fresh when it is newly made, but the older it gets, the more unique it becomes. Speaking of which, this tea was still preserved when Mr. Mo left Beijing."
Mo Buping smiled while curling his beard, Qing Chen sniffed the tea fragrance lightly, nodded, and waited for the water to boil. After a while, the water on the stove boiled like crab eyes, and she took the silver chome cups, set them aside one by one, and turned to drink tea.
The tea leaves were poured out on the snow paper, and the deep and condensed colors set against her slender and white fingers moving slightly, rustling, pleasing to the eye. The tea is shaped like a rope, the color is darker than ink, and the fragrance is calm. When the tea was in the pot, Qing Chen raised his hand to hold the silver chop that was burning on a small stove, and poured water into the pot.
The soft water flowed slowly, and the heat penetrated the bottom of the pot, the tea fragrance spread out, and it immediately overflowed the clean room.
Qing Chen quietly watched the clear water escape to the mouth of the pot, the color of the tea gradually opened, and the layers of pearls were bright and bright. Moisture lingered along the teapot, Qing Chen took a cup of tea without rushing. Ye Tianzhan couldn't help but nodded slightly when she saw her skill and grace. After a while, he poured the tea, and Qing Chen served the tea with a smile: "His Royal Highness and Mr. Mo, please correct me."
The tea in the Guanzhan is bright, orange and yellow, and the light clouds are faintly blooming on it. Smell the tea's aroma, full of flavour, with a light sip, full of flavor, lingering on the teeth and cheeks, it is like an ancient stream of flowers, flowing water, but more medicinal smell, and the fragrance is distinct. Ye Tianzhan couldn't help but praised: "Good tea, I hadn't known you such a good tea art."
Qing Chen said: "The tea in the house is good, especially the water. Cooking tea is about three points of tea and seven points of water. This water is clear and sweet, and the taste is sweet. No matter how you brew it, you can't go wrong."
Ye Tianzhan said: "The water for cooking tea, the mountains and rivers are the top, the rivers and the rivers are the next, the well water is the bottom, this "half-day spring" spring water, the taste of tea is considered top grade. Today, Mr. Mo came, almost always read Take my tea?"
After having finished tasting the tea in the cup, Ren Qingchen poured in the second soup and laughed: "I only get it once in ten years. Does your Highness still feel sorry for the old man to ask for this cup of tea?"
Ye Tianzhan smiled gently and made a please gesture.
Mo Buping closed his eyes and savoured for half a day, and said to Qing Chen: "Miss Feng's mood of putting tea is calm and calm, and it's really rare. The old lady tastes countless teas. This tea is sweet and elegant in the throat, but it has a squishy rock charm. It's looming in the faint, gathering but not separating, okay!"
Qing Chen said: "I only got the fur from the tea ceremony, and I would like to ask Mr. Mo for his advice."
Mo Buping stroked his beard when he heard the words: "The way of tea is like playing the piano, in which there is only one artistic conception. It is easy to obtain the technique but difficult to know the way. Miss Feng enters the tea with the heart, and the bones of the gods are natural, how dare the old man dare Words?"
This cup of tea makes people feel empty and has a deep taste. Ye Tianzhan glanced at Qing Chen carelessly, and suddenly felt that she had countless mysteries. In her words and deeds, she is not like the ordinary woman he is used to seeing. Her past is vaguely difficult to see, and her eyes are even more confusing, just like the Xianyu Lake under the mist and mist, deep and quiet, mysterious and unpredictable. Want to explore.
Qing Chen smiled, put down the tea cup and said: "I just heard that Mr. Mo's physiognomy is number one in the world, has your Highness tried it?"
Ye Tianzhan smiled and looked at Mo Buping: "A few years ago, Mr. Mo said that the secret of the secret cannot be revealed. Is this still the same today?"
Mo Buping looked at Ye Tianzhan's jade-like face, then smiled and lowered his head to drink tea.
As a prince, Ye Tianzhan is already very noble. Now that he asks the destiny, this question and answer is no ordinary question and answer inadvertently.
After sipping a cup of tea, Mo Buping saw that Ye Tianzhan was still looking at himself without a trace, knowing that he did not intend to listen to prevarication, and said leisurely: "Your majesty is more than that."
The deep meaning is self-evident. Ye Tianzhan didn't show his mood, with a faint smile, toasting to Mo Buping, "Sir, please."
Mo Buping nodded his head, took a sip of tea, but looked at Qing Chen thoughtfully.
At this time, Qing Chen was pouring boiling water into the pot again, brewing the third tea, thinking that with Ye Tianzhan's current prestige status, as long as he did not make mistakes, he would be promoted to the knighthood step by step. The dignity doesn't stop here", it is plainly vague. In the same way, different people and different minds will have different answers. This ambiguous statement will not go wrong no matter how he explains it. It is really true.
Mo Buping didn't know Qing Chen's thoughts, but he looked at her deeply. He did have a lot of experience in physiognomy, but the woman in front of him looked clear and smiled, but it was the first time in his life that he could not penetrate. He could neither know its past nor its future. Such an anomaly was surprising, and he finally couldn't help but ask: "Miss Feng, I wonder if the old man can ask about the birth date?"
When he said this suddenly, Ye Tianzhan was taken seriously. Both the ruling and the opposition know that there is a pair of fiery eyes, and they know that the destiny always does not ask about birthdays, and never takes the initiative to ask questions. Why is there an exception today?
Qing Chen was taken aback for a moment, her birthday? If on the birth date, A, B, B, Ding, Zi Chou Yinmao, where can she say it in a moment?
She lowered her head to conceal the fleeting phenomenon, poured the tea into the two cups one by one, and said first: "The name of the tea is faint and the taste is inexhaustible. This tea is indeed worthy of the name. No wonder Mr. Mo I haven't been in the capital for more than a year, and I will come to His Highness Seven as soon as I return to Beijing." With the time buffer of these few words, she made up her mind and smiled calmly at Mo Buping with a cup of tea, "Mr. All are destiny, since it is determined by heaven, why should I bother myself for mortals?"
A nail that is neither soft nor hard made Mo Buping stunned. He has seen countless people throughout his life, and never saw anyone who didn't want to know his fate. Seeing Qing Chen's face calm and calm, he couldn't help but ask again: "Don't Miss Feng want to know?"
The corners of Qing Chen's lips smiled slightly, and a faintly faintly dim look of autumn water: "Knowing is not knowing, not knowing is knowing."
Mo Buping touched the second soft nail, his eyes slightly lustrous and darkened.
The screen flies lightly and feels refreshing, passing through the tea-filled room, Qing Chen sips a small sip of tea.
At this time, Ye Tianzhan suddenly asked, "Does the gentleman see Qing Chen's face?"
Unexpectedly, he didn't say anything for a long time. When Qing Chen almost finished the tea in the cup and looked up, Fang heard him slowly say: "I don't know."
"how do I say this?"
Mo Buping's sharp old eyes looked at Qing Chen again, and Qing Chen calmly stared at him while suppressing his emotions. Finally, Mo Buping shook his head and said calmly: "The old man just couldn't see the fate of Miss Feng, so he asked about her birthday."
As soon as this remark came out, Ye Tianzhan was very surprised. Qing Chen saw that the two in front of him looked at him at the same time, so he could only continue to smile quietly: "I don't know what will happen in the future, it will be fun to live; if I know everything On the contrary, I don’t have this fun. But I’m a person who is afraid that there will be no fun in life. It’s so good. It’s better to replace the wine with tea and have a drink with Mr. Mo.
A toast of tea, the sleeves hanging quietly, avoiding the night Tian Zhan's eyes were full of judgment.
An hour later, Qing Chen watched Ye Tianzhan send Mo Buping out of the water pavilion, and quickly walked into the study to find the time map of the heavens and earth, and slid his finger along the pages of the book, comparing his birthday and keeping it in mind, so as not to be caught again. Asked speechlessly.
While looking through it, she frowned and sighed, knowing that the opportunity for the future was missed, and she just asked Mo Buping a few words about the Wu Clan and the Nine Revolutions Exquisite Array, but she also found nothing. As for the Mingyilou, because of the involvement of the Tianwu Zuifang case, the courts are different after all. In order to prevent the involvement of the Underworld, they dare not ask casually. The summer is scorching outside, but there is a chill in her heart with disappointment. It is easy to come and come, but it is difficult to go. How can it not make people feel bored?
Ye Tianzhan sent the guests back, seeming to think something in his heart, standing in front of the window, looking at the Xianyu Lake from a distance, and suddenly asked her: "How do you think the lotus flowers in this lake bloom this year?"
"Extremely beautiful." Qing Chen said, adding another sentence, "but I haven't seen what it was like in previous years."
"In the beginning, I didn't plant much, but it gradually took up half of the color of the lake. It seems that the flowers bloom more every year." Ye Tianzhan smiled slightly and shouted, "Qin Yue!"
Qin Yue immediately responded, "What is your command?"
"Clear Ningcuiting on all sides, and I will banquet in Xianyu Lake on the ninth day of next month." Ye Tianzhan didn't turn around, still looking at Hubo Qingyuan, and said quietly.
"The ninth day of the next month?" Qin Yue raised his head and said, "Isn't that day your Highness's birthday?"
Ye Tianzhan nodded: "Yes, remember to prepare some Taoyao wine that the princes like."
I heard that I was going to entertain all the princes, but Qin Yue didn't dare to be sloppy and immediately agreed to do it.
Qing Chen smiled and said, "It turns out that the ninth day of the month is your birthday, do you have any gifts you want?"
This caused Ye Tianzhan to ask for a moment. He turned around and looked at her for a while. He did have the same thing today, and bowed his head and said: "What do I want, you send it?"
Qing Chen said straightforwardly: "As long as I can do it, I will definitely fulfill your wish."
"Okay." Ye Tianzhan stepped to the table, "You can give what I want now."
Qing Chen thought for a while, but couldn't guess what he wanted, so he said, "Then you can tell it."
Ye Tianzhan took out a piece of Xue Tao's note, picked a wolf pen and gently moistened the ink in the inkstone, and handed it to her: "The eight characters of your birthday."
"Huh?" Qing Chen didn't want him to ask for this birthday gift, which was really unexpected. "I want to know if I can tell you, why use the birthday gift so much?"
Ye Tianzhan shook his head: "Mr. Caimo just asks you again and again without saying, I'm afraid you won't be willing now."
Thinking of what happened just now, Qing Chen pulled the corner of his mouth. Fortunately, he had already turned the book before he came in, so he wouldn't be caught off guard anymore, so he took the pen he handed him and said: "This is not an unspeakable secret. I just don't want to tell him."
Before Ye Tianzhan started the case, after she had finished writing, she picked up the paper and looked at it. After a short while, the ink dried up and put away the paper: "I remember."
Qing Chen said: "Is this really the birthday gift you want?"
Ye Tianzhan smiled and nodded: "That's right."
It was so simple, Qing Chen was in a daze, Ye Tianzhan seemed to overlap with Li Tang again.
Under the same face, even though they are different people, they are the same considerate and indulgent, the same tenderness is like water, the same never embarrass the other party, the same personable and caring, always make people indulge in it and linger.
I want to forget, I have been working hard for this during this time, but every time I saw Ye Tianzhan, I fell short of success, love and hate, why the depth is shallow, and I don't even know how much love I use?
Perhaps, even if she is resolutely reluctant to admit it now, the heart she once handed over turned out to be sincere and fragile. At that moment, the crack in the heart was persistently solidified in a far unknown place, and it was not until a long time later that there was the sound of falling fragments, thrown on the cold ground, clear and decisive.
Her eyebrows were lightly furrowed, and the corners of her rising mouth narrowed her smile, her eyes flashed sadly, but then a stubbornness floated up. Unexpectedly, he turned his gaze unintentionally, but found that Ye Tianzhan was looking at the wonderful expression on her face with a smile. It seemed that he had been watching for a long time.
She was dumbfounded as if she had been caught stealing sugar, but seeing that the haze that Ye Tianzhan had always concealed between her eyebrows finally dispersed today, he raised his lips and smiled softly at her, beautiful eyes flashed across the boundless grace, that Gentleness immediately wrapped the whole body. She stood in front of him in a daze, so she was so immersed in it, she didn't want to be helpless.