Chapter 303

After saying that, she seemed to realize that her tone was a little heavy, and she said in a low voice, "your wound is not good. Don't rush to practice sword. If you want to write, I can accompany you."

A man's eyes curved like the moon, "lady, it's hard to hear such a sweet word from your mouth. Come here, and say two more words. I like it very much."

Jiang chenbi: "excuse me, if you continue to practice sword, I will go first."

"No, come back!" Yan Yi took her to the side of the small stone table under the tree. She had all kinds of brush, ink, paper and inkstone. The dense ink reflected the half moon. She even had some quiet mood. Yan Yi took the girl's shoulder loosely from her back, and helped her hold her five fingers tightly. She said, "write quietly and have a clear mind. I'll teach you." He spoke slowly and softly. Jiang chenbi's head was rubbed with sweet pancreases, soft and greasy. She was helpless. She clenched the pen in his cold hand and murmured, "who can't write? You can teach me?"

"The characters I wrote are famous in Yanjing." Yan Yi smiles and seems to be remembering the long lost time. "At that time, the young master of Yan family, who was still a failure, lost all his money in the restaurant and renpai Jiu, so I wrote for money. The more drunk I was, the more beautiful the words were. It is said that one of them was still taken by the people from the palace."

Jiang chenbi said with a smile, "look at your proud appearance." The voice was soft and drowned.

He held the girl's hand and helped her to correct the posture of holding the pen. He also gave her detailed advice on priorities and structure. He said: "you are a good at drawing symbols. If we have finished writing, we will not be short of money wherever we go in the future, and the selling price will be high. What is this called? A craftsman will never die in a famine. "

Jiang chenbi thought that in such a critical time, he still had such a leisurely mood. He was not in a hurry, and her agitation was much less.

In a trance, the pear blossoms fall down, fall on his shoulder, fall in a plain moonlight, that kind of quiet people give birth to a kind of peace of mind for no reason, as if such a quiet life will continue, no end.

Listen to Fengwu.

A group of chariots and horses are moving slowly. In front of them are two rows of white armour. They are united in pace and powerful as a rainbow. They are surrounded by red cranes and cloud patterns. There are a circle of servants and servants around them, followed by four death attendants. Although the number of people in this group is not small, no one makes a sound. It is vast and majestic.

After walking for dozens of miles, the front road gradually turns into a narrow path, and the surrounding families and cooking smoke are becoming less and less. The people in front of them stop and fold to the humanity in the soft sedan chair, "Lord, my subordinates have seen the stone tablet, do you want to..."

there is a steady sound from the sedan chair, "get off the sedan chair." The chariots and horses stopped at once, and the soft curtain was lifted, but a young girl jumped down first. If I were someone else, I'm afraid I would have lost my soul. How dare someone be so presumptuous in front of the Regent!

However, the maid who accompanied her said with a careful smile, "little master, be more careful. I'll help you."

The girl's delicate face was like a ball of natural pink jade. She asked crisply, "king, why do we have to walk?"

The man who followed him was dressed in a black cloak, and his brows and eyes were noble and elegant, but Xiao Yunjing was no doubt. He took the girl's hand and patiently explained, "we are going to meet a hermit with the talent of knowing the world. He doesn't like noise. He is walking on a horse to show his sincerity. It's the same as when Liu visited Wolong. "

It seems that the girl doesn't often go out of the palace. She looks around from left to right, which is very fresh. However, after walking for half an hour, the mountain in front of her is still so far away that she can't see the end. She becomes a little impatient, "how can a village man in the mountains have so many rules to say? If the king wants to see him, he will summon him. Will he dare to come? "

Xiao Yunjing's expression is light, "Sanskrit, these words came to Mr. in front of, can't mention."

The girl seems a little unconvinced, but in the end there is no retort, stuffy reply "Oh."

At this time, it was February, and the spring breeze was still a little cold. Xiao Yunjing took off her cloak and gave it to the girl. They walked side by side until they heard the murmur of the water and saw the courtyard built not far away. Xiao Yunjing seemed to be looking at the building in front of him carefully, "it's really a genius."

The girl did not understand, "a pile of wooden houses, what is strange?"

Xiao Yunjing was silent and did not answer the girl's words, or felt that words alone could not make her understand. She raised her hand slightly, and all the subordinates behind her stepped down.

"You will wait here."

He personally went up to the door and slammed the door three times, but behind the door was quiet. The girl's Sanskrit looked around quietly and saw the source of the water sound. It turned out that it was a wooden water wheel with a length of several feet. It was driven by the wind and kept rotating, which aroused the water spray for several feet.

There was no flowering, but there was a faint fragrance of grass and trees, which reminded people of the sentence "flowers and trees in the Zen room" for no reason. Finally, Sanskrit was interested in this hermit who had never met before.

Is he really as erudite as the rumor has it? Why did he make these strange rules? Is it lonely to live alone here?

Creak - the door is open. "Who are you?" said the timid face of half a little girlXiao Yunjing said, "we have come from a long way to see Mr. Yao Guang."

Yao Guang is the character of the hermit. The little girl looked at the man up and down, pursed her lips and laughed, "my husband got up in the morning and said that there are guests visiting today. It's not only a general but also a dignitary. Now I see you really well, but you don't like to be noisy. Please go to talk with me alone."

"Can I bring only one woman?"

The girl's eyes fell on the face of Sanskrit. Although there was no intention of attack, the Sanskrit felt somehow oppressed. It seemed that she had been examined. For a long time, she heard a light voice, "yes."

When we arrived at Minghui hall, which was rumored to be a visitor, the hall was empty. The eight immortals table and the yellow peach wood table were all empty. Xiao Yunjing was invited to the side room to serve tea, leaving Sanskrit alone here. She was confused. She folded her legs on the small stool and poured herself a cup of tea. Unexpectedly, when she lifted the teapot, the water in the pot suddenly gushed out, and she was covered with her face!

Sanskrit was furious, "bold! Who dares to plot against me? Get out of here

She kicked over the stool angrily. Unexpectedly, she stepped on a rope ring under her feet. Sanskrit's heart was not good. Her other foot quickly stepped off the embroidered shoes. After a few steps of back somersault, the rope hoop tied up her embroidered shoes with "golden cicadas" and hung high!

After the screen, someone stroked her hand slowly. When she heard the words, she turned around and saw Xiao Yunjing pushing a wooden wheelchair out. The one who touched the palm was a man. Rao played a trick on her, but she could still smile with a warm spring breeze. "Miss fanyin is good at catching rabbits raised at home with this move. I always try all kinds of tricks."

The man was dressed in a blue shirt of Shu brocade, with several pieces of black bamboo on the hem. He was loosely covered with a three layer white dress, wearing a nylon hat and holding a folding fan. Lying silkworm eyebrows, thin and long Phoenix eyes, nose if congealed fat, thin lips outside fresh, it seems to be romantic and elegant, but a little cinnabar mole in the middle of the eyebrow, with three points of evil spirit for no reason.

Sanskrit was slightly shocked.

This was far from the pedantic old scholar she had expected. She was clearly a young and bright childe, but the man was in a wheelchair, which was really a pity.

"Are you Mr. Yao Guang?" Sanskrit raised her eyebrows slightly and seemed hesitant, "how old are you? When my brother was still about the same age, how much real talent could he have? The youngest one who taught me was also a generation older than you. I'll listen to you recite a piece of Kong Fu. "

However, Xiao Yunjing, who has always been fond of Sanskrit, said in a cold voice, "you are not allowed to speak to Mr. Yao Guang like that. What kind of system is it if you don't have rules and regulations?"

The man's face was filled with an indescribable smile and whispered, "Miss, how old are you going to be this year?"

According to the truth of Sanskrit, "it is only the year of weak crown."

The man spread his hands, smiling spread, but the vermilion mole in the center of his brow was even more bright and dazzling, "no, it's only a month before I'm confused."

"You... You cheat!" Sanskrit exclaimed, "I don't believe --"

the man was questioned by her face to face, and he didn't feel angry. He just rubbed his eyebrows. "It doesn't matter whether he is 20, 40 or 100 years old. She is entrusted to do things for others. It's worth learning from me, isn't it?"

Rao was Xiao Yunjing's first choice, and then how to ask carefully and repeatedly. Seeing such a young man sitting in a wheelchair, it was difficult for Sanskrit to raise any awe from the bottom of his heart. She has been practicing martial arts, riding and shooting since she has memory. She really can't think of any other merits of this man besides his good appearance.

"Well, sir," she said with respect, but with a languid smile, "what can you teach me?"

All of a sudden, a wind blew across her cheek. Her strength was not very strong. She didn't even notice it. She saw the blue clothes in front of her eyes like the light of the sky. When Sanskrit came back to her, the man sat upright in the wheelchair, but opened his hand to her.

The hand was long and slender, like the hand of a man of letters. The palm of the palm lies still, and the bird steps and shakes, and the golden awn twinkles in the slanting sunlight.

And that one step shake, should have been inserted in the girl's temples.

The man slowly closed his hands, and the pure gold steps were twisted, broken, and changed in shape silently. Finally, it turned into powder and rustled between his fingers. He raised his head and calmly gazed at the girl's big pupil.

"I'll teach you how to read, how to kill, and how to control the world."

After a pause, he seemed to have just remembered one thing. He slowly turned his wheelchair and "walked" to the wooden table. He picked up a sweet scented osmanthus cake and put it into his mouth. Sanskrit's eyes were fixed on him, as if that ordinary cake could be turned into some kind of killing device, until... He poured himself another cup of tea and slowly explained, "I'm a little hungry."

Sanskrit sweat face, silently let out a breath, clever way, "Mr. Yao Guang, you eat slowly." She suddenly thought of something, and her eyebrows gradually tightened. The cinnabar mole swayed in front of her eyes, which seemed to lead her to think of some vague portrait, which was hung behind the ancestral hall of the Regent's mansion. When she completely remembered what the man was, her cold sweat suddenly fell into tears and said, "wait, you... Are you not dead?"