一天阴,雨湿,水滴芭蕉叶。秦烟拢了拢随意披着的长袍,撑起油纸伞,下了台阶,走向西厢后的竹苑。这日正是正月十五,是京城皇族每年一度游街的日子,府里的老少都早早出了门,只为去瞻仰一眼传闻中皇亲国戚的绝代风华。整个顾府只有秦烟称病不出,等人声寂了才懒懒起来,粉黛未施,偷得一日清闲。 One day cloudy, rain wet, water drops banana leaves. Qin smoke together a random robe, propped paper umbrella, the next step, toward the West Wing after the bamboo Court. Today is the fifteenth day of the fifth lunar month, which is a day when the capital’s royal family parades through the streets every year. All the people in the palace went out early, only to look back at the anecdote of the relatives of the emperor’s relatives. The entire government only said Qin tobacco sick, waiting for people to be lazy lazy, pink Dai did not apply, stole a day of leisure.