Chapter 72 Between snuggles, children love

Tongji Zhen is a Taoist monk.

This is the idea that Huidu and the clear sky are coincidental and born from the heart.

When the princess Su Lian and the "little monk" Wenxiang went to the Peach Blossom Pool with great interest, they had enough of the "Mingshan Qinglan" baked by Wangyong of Northern Confucian Wei. They were satisfied that the master of Tongji and the beautiful scenery became a peace and refused the request of the "game" of the world. On the pretext that today is the day of the Buddhist temple, the auspicious time is coming. Don't delay, get up and say goodbye.

Of course, the so-called "excuse" is also the conclusion that Huidu and the clear sky coincide, born from the heart.

Therefore, there is no one in the teahouse at present.

This is because Su's five women sighed about the freshness in the mountains, and proposed to move to the outer eaves of the Lu, watch the long pines of Cangshan, the blue sky and floating clouds, the breeze of the valley, and taste the fragrant tea.

"It's really elegant and interesting." Qingkong and Huidu stood a little far away from the tea case, but when they saw people, they didn't listen to the right place to laughter. They appreciated a pair of blue people who were separated by a few times under the eaves outside the house and sighed.

"It's just the son of the world to make tea, why did you change the stove and teapot?" Huidu couldn't feel such a confrontation with the public, but he was surprised by the world's behavior.

Qingkong rolled his eyes, expressing his contempt for the reckless man. He ignored it and couldn't help showing off: "This time, it's not to make tea, but to order tea. The tea to make tea is made with a wind stove and tea, but to order tea requires a stove and a soup bottle. These are all of the methods of Western Wei, which are more exquisite than making tea at present."

Under the long eaves, above the black paper, the tea in the celadon cup has been mixed into a paste shape by the boiling water first. Wait for the water in the soup bottle to boil three times, and then inject it into it. At the same time, it is blown with a tea bridle. As the bottle is moved, in the white smoke, a jade-white green bamboo gradually appears on the green soup surface, and it is separated for a moment. Dissolve in green soup.

Bingjing was surprised - in the previous life, although the son of the world liked to make tea with the ancient method, he did not know this tea skill. It should be noted that although this tea method was popular in the Western Wei Dynasty, it has been thousands of years ago. At present, even people in the world are very rare to make tea, not care about this tea skill.

Looking at the son, the shape of a plum tree appeared.

"It's really amazing." The scenery is praised from the bottom of my heart.

"In fact, the tea color is clear and fragrant around the teeth. It is also the best way to make tea at present, but the ancient method of frying and ordering is more elegant." Yu Yu smiled and said, "Five sisters and Yipin will know."

It turns out that this method of frying and ordering requires special tea cakes to be crushed. It is indeed not as mellow as loose leaves, but it also has a different meaning.

"I don't know how refreshing it is than the strange soup Mr. Wei fried at that time." After taking a sip, Wei Yuan couldn't help thinking of finding an ancient book on the building of Muhun. According to the book, he repeatedly fried tea and forced them to taste it. However, in the tea soup, either added green onions, ginger and oranges, or mixed with pepper, cinnamon and salt, which made the little women who were used to drinking the "nive taste" of tea unable to adapt for a moment and drank it anxiously. mu.

Hearing this, Yu Yu couldn't help smiling: "Brother is always serious. He imitates the method of predecessors and follows the taste of predecessors, but I learned something nondescript and didn't add any other seasoning to the tea."

"But later, under our repeated suggestions, Mr. Wei gave up anything else and only added salt to the tea, and it was still delicious." Ying Guaner: "Brother Yuan's skill of tea has been learned in Mingshan Academy. Why can't Mr. Wei?"

Yu said lightly: "It's another coincidence, not taught by your husband." But suddenly changed the topic: "It's unfortunate that we came today. It seems that the fifth sister's plan of 'a bloody shame' should be in failure."

In the earlier draw, I thought that neither Master Tongji nor the beautiful scenery would be convinced. I didn't want to hear that Master Tongji had other important matters, but beautiful scenery had no regrets.

"It doesn't matter. There will be many opportunities in the future." Yijing tasted tea again and suddenly saw that Yu Yu seemed to be smiling. Then he realized that he was too regretful, but asked, "How did Brother Yu become an old friend of Master Tongji? You have been in Yizhou for many years and should not have many opportunities to meet the master."

Yu Yu was stunned and seemed to hesitate. Finally, he said, "When I was a child, I was weak. My father was very worried, and my grandmother believed in Buddhism and Taoism, so I often followed my elders to the Buddhist temple to pray for blessings. For a period of time, I even stayed in the Buddhist Temple to beg for the favor of the gods and Buddha, so I became more and more familiar with the master."

This paragraph is not fake, but it still hides some truth.

Bing understood it in his heart, but it was a little sad because of his concealment.

In this life, she seems to be full of trust from him.

but smiled: "So it is."

In a slightly distant place, when the clear sky saw the talented woman tasting tea and chatting, she gradually couldn't help sitting on the stone steps, pinching a locust leaves in her hand, teasing the autumn moon of the ants, and calling the girl affectionately.

"I don't know if a girl can play chess?" The clear sky half squatted, adjusted his smile to be gentle, and felt that he also had some demeanor.

But she didn't expect Qiu Yue's mind to be full of reflection on him. She is still full of clever words, small talk, and ridiculous manners, which is a real treasure.

However, Qiuyue is a well-educated girl and does not look coldly, so she returned with a sweet smile: "I can only play Shuanglu, and I like the leaf card the most."

Qingkong was stunned and immediately smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. When there is a chance in the future, I will teach the girl to play the game."

Qiu Yue raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Why should I learn? Can you play Leaf?

The clear sky was as dull as a wooden chicken. Qiu Yue curled her lips and showed a "not even this" look. She continued to use the locust leaves in her hand and threw away the ants that had managed to move a grain of grain into the cave after a "long journey" without mercy.

Half a sound, the clear sky found a new topic: "Why did the one who was with the girl earlier disappear?"

Qiu Yue said, "Ask Sister Xia Ke. She was ordered by Wu Niang to go to the carriage to get something."

"What?" The clear sky was immediately curious.

"It's a gift for the prince." Qiu Yue felt that the clear sky was the youngest son of the world, and she couldn't hide it, so she answered very simply.

The clear sky immediately widened his eyes, rubbed back, and whispered to Huidu: "Wuniang actually prepared a gift for the son."

Huidu was under the sun and was a little sleepy. Hearing this, he immediately woke up: "What gift?"

"I don't know now. Let's pay attention to it later."

"Today is the birthday of the son..."

"Unfortunately, it is also the anniversary of the princess's death, and the prince never celebrates."

"Does Wu Niang know that it is the birthday of the son?"

The clear sky thought for a while, rolled his eyes and despised Huidu: "Can you not know that now that Mingshan spring and autumn picture can be in the hands of Wu Niang, and there is a note by the son of the world himself."

Huidu was not sure: "I also read the son's comments on that day. Why can't I see that it was the birthday?"

"You are blind. How can you compare with Wu Niang's ice and snow?" The clear sky gritted its teeth, and the contempt was even heavier.

Huidu was furious: "Am I good at literacy!" Immediately stretched out the eagle's claws and fell straight to the shoulders of the clear sky.

The clear sky immediately lowered his body and crossed his arms to block each other: "Don't make trouble. Look, the girl came over with a gift."

Sure enough, Xia Ke was coming out of the teahouse with a slender brocade box in his hand.

Huidu was stunned and muttered to himself, "Why is that thing so familiar?"

Xia Ke presented the gift and retreated to one side with great interest, observing the ants foraging with Qiu Yue.

Yu looked at the corners of his eyes slightly and saw the brocade box, and his eyebrows jumped shallowly.

The slender jade finger was held on the purple brocade box and pushed it slightly: "I got my brother's masterpiece that day. This is a gift. I hope you don't think it's simple."

"Didn't you give the fifth sister's reply earlier?" Yu Yu lowered his eyes slightly and restrained his emotions, but in his tone, he seemed to be indifferent and cold.

The beautiful scenery was stunned and took a long time to realize it. What he said should be the purse. He quickly explained, "I dare not hide it from my brother. The purse was originally... What Brother Zhou asked me on that day, I was worn out by him, so I reluctantly agreed, but my daughter was strange and impatient to embroider those things, so I wanted to let the maid do for me, and I wanted to However, if you want to give it to Brother Zhou, it is natural that you and the third brother... Get Brother Yuan's paintings, but how can you take the purse embroidered by the maid as a gift? It's too simple and slow.

This explanation is quite messy and trivial.

Yu Yu smiled and said, "I'm very happy about the green bamboo pastoral pen sleeve, and why should the fifth sister be humble?"

He really found it!

Bing's beautiful face turned red, and she couldn't wait to find the seams on the ground. After a long time, she explained, "I learned that Brother Yu's bamboo was barely embroidered, so that the needle and thread was finally rough... Today's gift is a birthday gift with Brother Yu. It also took a lot of effort to find it, and I hope my brother can accept it." After saying that, he summoned up the courage to look at Yu Yu, as if he was begging.

I owe you so much that I may not be able to repay it for the rest of my life. Please, give me a chance to make up for it. I don't want to feel guilty, let alone hate, please...

The girl's empty and clear black eyes were full of pleading, which made Yu's heart sink.

But the hard-won indifference quietly disintegrated.

"Thank you very much for your concern." Finally, I opened the brocade box and unfolded the picture scroll.

Lan Zhongke's "Sir Stepping on Spring" was a lot of effort before he asked for it. When he knew that she made a special trip to Tianyi Pavilion*, he gave up his heart without hesitation, but he didn't expect that this rare painting returned to his hands today.

For a moment, Yu's heart surged with mixed flavors, sweet and bitter, which was difficult for him to distinguish.

But he smelled the sound of inhaling cold air behind him.

However, the clear sky and Huidu have unconsciously been on the long eaves, and the two pairs of eyes are glued to the picture scroll. The two black and white faces are stunned.

Yu suddenly felt a pain in his brain.

Bingjing has a pair of dark eyes, staring curiously at the two living treasures.

Huidu first reflected - because of the cold eyes of the son of the world, the warning was full of meaning, which made him enlightened, and it was really a strange painting to praise! But suddenly woke up. With his rough nature, he didn't recognize any famous paintings, so he had to cough twice: "The lady in the painting is so beautiful!"

The clear sky is also sober under the cold sword-like eyes of the son, but it is full of water in his mind - isn't this painting treasured by the son of the son? Why do you have it in Wu Niang's hand? Is it a fore in Wu Niang's hand...

He moved his lips and was about to say something, but he felt that his body was light and he was lifted down by Huidu.

He struggled with his empty hands, but he was finally down-to-earth, but he was still pressed by the iron-locked arm of the gray ferry. He couldn't help gritting his teeth and roaring: "Let go of me, I have to remind Wu Niang that her picture is a forged product, and I don't know which unscrupulous merchant it is..."

"Don't mess around, Wu Niang's painting is real." Huidu sighed.

The clear sky opened his eyes: "What's in the hands of the son of the world is a fable?"

But he said the scenery. Looking at the article, he came away for a moment and couldn't help laughing: "Brother, it's interesting among these two attendants."

Yu was helpless and put together the picture scroll: "The gift of the fifth sister is really too heavy. Lan Zhongke's painting book is the treasure of the world, not to mention that this "Sir's Spring" is not even worth the city."

"The sword is given to the hero. Of course, this masterpiece should be given to the person, as long as Brother Yu likes it." The scenery is full of relief.

Without noticing it for a moment, Yu's eyes, in the obscurity, also had an uncontrollable trace of joy, like the lonely but brilliant starlight penetrating the night.

Unconsciously, near noon, the guards around Su Lian returned to report that the princess was very happy in Taohuatan, and found that there was a restaurant there. She had ordered delicious food for the store to prepare and invited the prince to go with Wu Niang.

Therefore, Yu Yu and Yijing got into the carriage respectively, led by the guard in front of them, and the group went to Peach Blossom Pool.

In the tireless questioning and doubts in the clear sky, Huidu failed to keep the secret and revealed a story of the painting that changed owners and returned to the original owner. The clear sky was so excited that he couldn't help dancing on the horseback and rushed to Huidu: "Our future mistress is really understanding. How can she know the world? What is the most rare is the painting of Lan Zhongke?

Huidu nodded in agreement.

In July in Jinyangjing, the weather is really uncertain. Just a moment ago, the sun was like fire, and suddenly there was a gust of wind, and dark clouds were thick. A roar was still far away, but the rain had fallen like a waterfall.

After all, the son still remembers hanging in the clear sky and rolling the curtain to ask him, but he has to get in the car and avoid it.

Qingkong was in a hurry to tie his clothes. He was grateful when he heard the words and didn't wait to thank him, but exclaim again. However, when Yu saw Huidu beating the horse forward, his heart couldn't help tightening and didn't have time to ask, so he heard Qingkong say, "Su Wuniang's carriage fell into the mud."

It turned out that the rain came quickly and urgently, which made heaven and earth chaotic in a blink of an eye. The driver of the Weigong Mansion, who was in front of him, unexpectedly trapped the car into a mud pit. Although it did not make the carriage tilt, he couldn't let the car drive out of the mud pit in a hurry.

Huidu did not wait for the prince's instructions. He first caught up to help. The clear sky also exerted his long-term "authority" and ordered the coachman to rush the carriage forward, hit the horse away, and persuaded Wu Niang: "At this time, the rain is too urgent. Wu Niang is like to get on the prince's carriage first and rush to the restaurant."

Qiu Yue and Xia Ke also advised. Although they were not caught in the rain in the carriage, they saw lightning and thunder, which was particularly scary. Of course, they were willing to leave this danger first.

"Five Niang and take a step ahead, and the maidservants will arrive later." Xia Ke put on his cloak for Wu Niang and thanked him in the clear sky: "Brother, please support the rain for Wu Niang and take care of her first."

Yi Jingyuan wanted Qiuyue and Xia Ke to go first, but the two maids refused, saying that there were too many people to follow, and it would be rude to disturb the quietness of the world. Besides, they did not prepare oil clothes. At this time, they were not drenched.

Binjing had no choice but to get out of the car fully armed and be protected by the clear sky. Despite this, his face and hair were also wet by the rainstorm.

Sitting down, beautiful scenery felt somewhat embarrassed. In addition, in the rain of the car, it was more bumpy than usual. Yijing wiped the rain with one hand and held the case with the other hand. It was inevitable that it would be crooked, which made her feel more rude. She was only busy and dared not see what the look of the world was close to her.

Naturally, the clear sky had no intention of entering the carriage to "avoid the rain". Under the baptism of the storm, the smile was particularly comfortable, but it was tortured by curiosity. Several times, I couldn't help but want to peep. They all said the words of the saint who were "no polite" and forced themselves down.

Yu Yu saw that Ying was in a hurry and felt unbearable. After a moment of hesitation, he stretched out his arm: "Fifth sister, you'd better come here and lean against the wall of the car and be more stable."

The slender fingers spread out in front of him, making the scenery unable to refuse.

So, once again, ten fingers hold each other.

The two sat side by side, and Yu Yu just let go of his hands. When he lowered his eyes, he saw that the girl's face was as fresh as a white lotus, dyed with the wetness of the rain and became more and more clear. There was a touch of rouge, which was faintly dyed, like the pink pimples of a white lotus, with rain stains on one side of her hair, dripping along her face and dripping to the corners of her lips...

Unconsciously, he grabbed her panicked hand, took down the square brocade hand and wiped it for her.

At that moment, the scenery was slightly suffocated.

I only felt that my eyes were getting heavier and heavier, and I couldn't lift it up. I only fell on his corner of his blue clothes.

Jinpa is slightly cool, and her face is obviously hot.

His breath was slightly soft, like a breeze brushing her forehead.

From his body, it has a shallow smell like vegetation, which is extremely familiar.

It turned out that she was familiar with it.

In an instant, time seemed to freeze, and it seemed to retreat rapidly and return to the past.

But from the first two words, it made her heart ache again. It's really shameless. Let's talk about the past.

Yingjing did not raise his eyes, and naturally he could not see the slender phoenix eyes of the teenager in front of him. At this time, it seemed to be stained with rain.

But at this time, the carriage finally drove into the muddy road by the sudden rain and shook violently.

The beautiful scenery in a trance fell to the right, and her soft cherry lips suddenly scratched Yu's wrist.

His pulse is slightly cool, and her fragrant lips are soft.

A word of apology was not yet too late to say, and the violent shaking made the scenery completely lose its balance, and she rushed forward uncontrollably. This time, her lips printed on his chest in a panic.

The sudden weight in his arms made Yu Yu's heart beat, and there was a muffled sound in his ear, and his mind solidified for a moment.

Yijing only felt that her blood was like three boiling tea soup. She simply suspected that her face was about to burn, and inexplicably suddenly remembered a white bamboo that gradually appeared in the tea cup... At this time, her face would not be like that tea, showing any picture...

"Don't move." But I heard a soft voice in my ear, which was low, but clear.

Yu Yu supported the carriage with one arm, and one arm hesitated and gently hugged the girl's shoulder.

"This section of the road is too bumpy. Just lean on it." His voice is still gentle, but his breath seems to be more messy than the wind and rain between heaven and earth.

He closed his eyes slightly and held her firmly in his arms so gently. His face couldn't help but put the tip of his nose against her soft hair. The smell of magnolia made him feel like a dream.

This one hugged each other for such a long time...

His palm was slightly cold, put on her shoulder, and his fingers twirling gently.

All desolate memories are sealed. At this moment, at this moment, in such a short moment, indulge in sinking, and don't want anything...

There is a faint thunder, which seems to be far away. The wind and rain are roaring in the mountains and fields, but close to the ears.

But the two people who closed their eyes and hugged each other like this only felt silent.