Chapter 32 Rain

The weather was not very good on the sixth day of the first lunar year. Last night, it was still a moon in Chang'an, and it was already dark when I got up this morning. A tree of purple rose swaying in the wind, and there was a rolling thunder from the end of the dome. The nurse said that it had not rained since the beginning of summer this year, and today's momentum must be great.

Bu Nuan hurriedly dressed up and called the jade stove to send an oil paper umbrella, and she still remembered to say good to the old lady. At that time, my uncle should have passed. In the past two days, the two saints were not in Chang'an. He said that he had traveled to Lishan to the east, took away a group of literary ministers and left several generals stationed in Beijing. Rong and this trip is a once-in-a-lifetime encounter, which may last for several days. As for not stopping at home, it depends on his own meaning.

She was faintly anxious, and the thunder above her head shook the sky. She was afraid. She took an umbrella and went down the platform and walked along the corridor to the garden.

Shuntung gasped behind and shouted, "Slow down and under your feet carefully. It's not fun to fall!"

Bu Nuan urged, "Why don't you wait for the rain? Are you Wu Yueniang? Wrapped in small feet?"

Xiangong joked, "If I were Wu Yueniang, I would be great. I told you to go behind my back!"

"Good girl, you're going to reverse it!" Bu Nuan turned around and rushed over, "Let me on your back first!"

The two girls fought in front of the Songting, and then went up to the Bauhinia Road, which flashed down and lit up more than half of Chang'an City. Can't wait for Bu Nuan and Xiang Nong to shake into a ball, and the rain in the sky is like pouring down. The overwhelming posture is really scary.

The umbrella couldn't hold up, so I had to return to the Songting. The two looked at each other and swept into the pavilion with a storm. Only a stone tablet under the south wall could be covered, so they retreated and curled up under the tablet.

Bu Nuan had no choice, "It's all your fault."

Synon nodded very recognizable, "It's all my fault."

"I don't know if my uncle is in Wodan Garden..." She muttered and looked around her neck. "He won't be caught in the rain! Xiangong, did your uncle go back to the bamboo branch restaurant last night?

Xiangnon thought for a moment and his face turned red. "What are you thinking about? Where does he live if he doesn't go back to Zhuzhi Hall? Did you stay at the Bi wash table?"

Bu Nuan squembed and felt quite uncomfortable, "I haven't got married yet. How can this happen!"

Xiangong sneered, "Are you born by Sage Kong? Who knows what happened after living under a roof for so long, in the light and dark! Since there is only a lack of big gifts, that... is nothing."

Bu Nuan looked sideways, "Xiangon, you know so much! I see that my uncle is not like this. He is a gentleman and will never do such a thing. As she spoke, she felt breathless. She pounded her chest. The humid air did not oppress her heart and lungs. Why did she have difficulty breathing?

Xiangong squatted and held his arm and said, "Then I don't know. They are only one step away from becoming husband and wife, and they are two aunts and cousins. What's going on in private is not enough to be an outsider."

Bu Nuan was still unconvinced and listed himself and Xia Jiajiulang, "We still have nothing!"

Xiangong said, "That's different. You and Mr. Xia have never met many times, and we are not childhood sweethearts. Let me ask you, do you love Mr. Xia in your heart? Have you ever thought about sharing a bed with him and having children for him in the future?

Bu Nuan shook his head without thinking, "It's scary! He is dead, and you still ask me this?"

Xiang can't make it as expected, "You see, this is different from the six princes. The two fell in love with each other, and it was logical for the sixth son to stay at the blue washing table. Horizontally and vertically is in their own home. Even if the slaves below know it, it's nothing. Who dares to say that the master is not!"

Do the two love each other? Bu Nuan couldn't say anything. She always felt that her uncle was indifferent to Zhixian and not very close to him. If it is a little possible for Zhixian to have a deep affection for his uncle, it seems a little far-fetched to advocate how they love each other.

"I've always wanted to ask you, who did you watch the competition with yesterday?" Xiangong turned his face and looked at her, "When he came back like a frosted eggplant, he sent that nameless fire in the evening, but what's wrong with him?"

Bu Nuan suffocated, "It's okay. Don't guess."

Unlike the jade furnace, the jade furnace is simply a fool. Xiangon has 18 eyes, and sometimes she is not as careful as her.

She moved over a little, "Didn't General Lan go into the water to compete? Are you alone on the shore?"

The subordinate is too clever, and it will be very difficult to be the master. If it were all like a jade stove, her life would be much looser.

Bu Nuan scratched his scalp, glanced left and right, and laughed, "Yes, he put me there and left. He will come back to pick me up when he won the leader."

"Is it true?" Xiangnung said to her, "This is General Lan's right! What if I throw you there alone, what if I meet someone, stun you with numbing, and sell it to the Western Regions?

"General Yunyu has a servant under him. How can I be sold!" She grinned and said, "Anyway, I'm not worried. Even if it's sold to Fanbang, isn't there still an uncle? He will always save me!"

In her eyes, there is nothing that uncle can't do. She just arrived in Chang'an to frighten him, but now she is a little dependent on him. Thinking of him, I felt a sense of stability. Even if the sky fell, my uncle supported her.

It's just that this confidence is fleeting, and she is still afraid that her uncle will get tired of it. He is idle. After the big marriage, he will have his own small family, and everything will be dominated by his wife. I am an outsider, as Xiu said, and I don't rely on my uncle all my life.

She closed her eyes, lowered her head, and buried her face in her arms. The future is ethereal, and you can't help it. You can only float with the wind and take root wherever you go.

"Xiang, is there anyone you like in your heart?" Bu Nuan asked warmly, "It turns out that when you were in Luoyang, I heard that you and the Weifeng on the account room are good. If you stay in Luoyang, you may have an ending. Now I have come to Chang'an with me. I don't know what will happen in the future. Maybe I can't see him again.

Xiang just smiled, "How much higher is the market price of people like us than Kunlunnu?" Serving you, it's good to have me have a bite of rice. I have no father or mother, and I have no body. What else can I pray for? Wei Feng..." She paused, and the light in her eyes floated. "I dare not have that thought. He is Mr. Accountant and a noble scholar. I'm a maid, how can I climb up?

Bu Nuan muttered, "I never treat you as a girl. You and Yuluo are like my sisters. In the future, there will be a chance to send you back to Dongdu, ask your mother to make the decision, and put you together.

Xiangneng squeezed his lips and smiled, "That's only if others are willing to do it. Can you tie up to become a husband and wife?" Besides, he may not have a favorite person, and I squeeze in it to make myself feel uninteresting.

Bu Nuan turned around and looked at the storm outside the pavilion. The orchid grass in the flower bed was beaten crooked, and the leaves were almost buried in the soil. Only the acacia is strong, with branches winding like dragons, gathered into a huge umbrella top, which looks ancient, but has a gentle beauty in the rain.

The master and servant were trapped in the Songting, splashed wet, and the wind blew coldly. It's ridiculous to get closer and talk about topics such as men and women.

"When will the rain stop?" Bu Nuan sighed blankly, "The clothes are wet. Why don't you run out!"

Xiangon didn't say anything, "It's still thundering, what a flimping! What if I get struck by lightning?"

Bu Nuan smiled and said, "This shows that Xia Jiulang and I are predestined. Maybe Yin Cao will meet again and he will marry me as a wife!"

This was blurted out. After saying that, it was a little scary, and my heart jumped up. Subconsciously looking left and right, I saw a man in a satin raincoat going up the steps. The bamboo hat on his head was pressed low to cover his face, and in a blink of an eye, he climbed to the Baosong Pavilion.

She squatted on the ground, looked up tremblingly, and called "uncle".

looked at her with pity, the corners of her skirt were wet, and a large area of it fell on the ground. His hair also dispersed, his bangs pressed against his cheeks, his lips were white with cold, and his big eyes flashed at him. He was so pitiful.

He frowned, took off his silk clothes and wrapped her up. She raised her face and asked, "Did uncle just go to Wodan Garden?"

He didn't answer, and he had invited his mother's safety a long time ago. Sitting in Ottawa Garden and waiting for a long time, he didn't see her come. It happened that the weather changed again. He was suddenly worried that she would get caught in the rain halfway, so he resigned from the old lady to find her. There are two roads from Yanbo Tower to Wodan Garden. He doesn't know which one she usually takes, just by intuition. Thank God for the right choice. She is really trapped here and looks very cold.

"Is it cold?" He gave her a tight tie and said to Xiangong, "Wait a minute. Someone will pick you up later."

Xiang said that Bu Nuan sneezed loudly and looked back at her. She was a little embarrassed, but it was really cold, and her face was frozen to blue and gray, and she couldn't blush any more.

"It's not a good day. It's okay if you don't take a day. Is it worth it to rain like this!" He went to take her elbow, put an umbrella to protect her behind him, and said as he walked, "This place is close to Ottawa Garden. Go to your grandmother first and go back to Yanbo Tower after changing clothes. Don't suffer the cold."

Bu Nuonuo answered, sucked his nose and went down the steps with him, and turned around and told him, "When you come to pick you up, go back, let the jade stove give you the cold medicine, rest in the room and don't come out. Let's talk about it after you are ready."

"I'm like a drowned chicken, but I have the leisure to take care of others!" Rong Yu mocked, "What are you going to do if I don't come to pick you up?"

"I'll wait for the rain to stop." She said that she would take his hand spontaneously. With the last round of the competition, the two of them were very natural and there was nothing awkward about this time.

He held her hard and let her walk steadily step by step. "There is moss on the road, and the rain is more slippery. Be careful."

This rainstorm is really not for fun. When it pours down, Bu Nuan always suspects that it will smash the oil paper out of the hole. Rong Yu's soap boots were already wet, and the moisture from the corner of the robe also flooded to his knees. He held her in one hand and an umbrella in the other. The wind blew, and the umbrella paper could hardly move.

She covered her eyes and muttered, "I can't stand still. I'm going to fall!"

He simply stopped, "Then I'll carry you?"

She was shocked and said with a smile, "No, such a big man still let his uncle carry it. It's hard!"

He raised the corners of his lips and said nothing more. He led her forward again.

He opened the way in front of her, and she didn't pay much attention to it. She only knew that it was safest to follow him. With a shallow smile, she dared to look up behind him. What a gorgeous life such a brilliant person! She lowered her head again, and the unspeakable sadness began to permeate her heart. If she is still blessed to get married in the future, I don't know if she can meet someone like him...