The aunts and Yin Bei quietly retreated out. The room was quiet, leaving only the Mo brothers and sisters.
Mo Lingfeng walked to the table, picked up a bowl of hot tea, raised his head and took three sips. He drank too quickly, and the tea dripped down from the corner of his mouth and onto his clothes.
She stretched out her hand to wipe it, walked to the purification rack, wiped her face and hands with a handkerchief, and said loudly: "Brother, I miss you very much. Do you miss me?"
Throwing the handkerchief into the basin, she walked back to the bed, leaned over and gave Mo Qianlan a dusty hug, wrapped her arms tightly around Mo Qianlan, buried her head in his arms and rubbed her hard again. rub.
After hugging her, she said goodbye to her brother, left the second hall, and returned to Changsui Residence. As soon as she called "Grandma," the nanny said "Ouch": "My girl, these clothes..."
She twisted the oil stains on her sleeves and said, "Yin Nan!"
Yin Nan stood at the door and said expressionlessly: "I've washed it."
The nanny glared at her, took off Mo Lingfeng's soft armor, and asked the maid to bring a ruler, and quickly measured Mo Lingfeng's length: "It's tall, I'll pick out the colors in a moment, and I'll do more for you this time." If you want to wear more clothes, take more with you and wear them decently. How can you bury Tai when you are such a good girl?"
She wrote down the size: "The more men there are in a place, the more they have to dress well and expensively so that they don't even dare to think about it."
Before Mo Lingfeng could speak, Nanny, like the Thousand-Armed Guanyin, took off the gold necklace from Mo Lingfeng and handed it to the maid to hold. Then she took apart the two corners of her bun and combed her hair with a comb. He yelled for someone to pour hot water and put in bath beans.
After combing Mo Lingfeng's hair, the nanny pushed her to take a bath, stripped her naked with her hands and feet, then stuffed her into the bathtub and washed her hair first.
The nanny had tidied her up, and even the gold collar was much brighter. She felt she had a new look, and sat in the cubicle for another meal, then slowly and leisurely took the letter from Wu Jin from Yin Bei's hand, and went Second hall.
The charcoal and medicinal gas in the room became stronger and stronger. The two aunts had just worked together to change Mo Qianlan's clothes and added spices to the smoker, making the smell in the room even stronger.
After the two aunts went out, Mo Lingfeng walked to the compartment and opened the window. The cold wind rushed in, blowing away the strong smell that had been in the room for a long time. In the end, only the incense stick was left in the room. In every corner, it infiltrates into people little by little.
Through this square window, one can see the white snow falling outside, flying flowers across the courtyard, the beasts on the ridges of the roof tiles, the dead vines in the courtyard, and the vermilion paint on the corridor, all covered by the heavy snow, the ground is crystal clear, drowning the antiquity and loneliness of Mo Mansion.
Mo Lingfeng felt the breath was fresh at the tip of her nose, so she closed the window, walked back to the bed, and sat on the small table.
The miscellaneous smell dissipates, and the scent of agarwood becomes quieter and quieter. It floats up from the tip of the nose. The sweet smell makes you salivate, and your mind is peaceful.
Mo Lingfeng first pressed the letter on the small table, stretched out his hand to hold Mo Qianlan's sleeve, lowered his eyes to take a closer look at the white hair on his temples, and saw that there seemed to be wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, so he stretched out a finger and tried to stroke it. flat.
But these wrinkles and discolored hair are the result of a weakened body and the passage of time, which cannot be undone by human beings. How can she erase them with one finger?
She retracted her fingers and looked down at her hands - she was also changing and growing, her fingers became slender, and her fingertips were pink, like blooming lotus petals.
She whispered: "Brother, this is good, don't change anymore."
Only the sound of snow falling on the bright paper on the window lattice answered her. She picked up the letter and unfolded it: "Brother, there is a letter from Wu Jin. I will read it to you. Listening to the wind, today is the third day of the twelfth lunar month."
"Listen to the wind, today is the third day of the twelfth lunar month."
Wu Jin sat at the table and wrote slowly: "I got up early and went to the city. I bought a stick of pine smoke ink at a cheap price in the bookstore. The ink stick failed to blend and cracked from the bottom to the middle, so it was cheap, but the ink was cheap." The bluish-purple light is indeed a good ink.
When I came out to buy ink, I saw falling snow. The streets were full of students, cheering, drinking in groups, and reciting poems. I listened to a few of them outside, and they were very good.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the city is extremely prosperous. The restaurants and shops are full of customers. Young men and women are vying to lean on the railings to enjoy the snow scenery. The sound of laughter never stops.
I drove out of the city gate, but it was a different scene. A cold wind blew in my face, snow flakes hit me, and there was palm-thick snow on the ground in an instant. There was nothing left in front of me, and the road was difficult to distinguish. There was no talk of admiring the scenery and rushing back. The Taoist temple just breathed a sigh of relief.
Until this time, the heavy snow has not yet settled. The heavy snow outside the house is like a mat, and there is a "rustling" sound. Outside the bright window, the wind blows the snowflakes, turning them into silver waves, roaring, and the world becomes more and more silent and the world is small. "
As he wrote this, the oil lamp and lanterns were flying on the table, and the firelight suddenly dimmed. Wu Jin put down his pen, cut off the lanterns, and looked up outside the house. Turned into dots of ink on paper.
He wrote again: "Today I copied the "Tao De Zhen" for Taoist Temple. In the ninth chapter, he said, "If you hold on to it and it is full, it will not be as good as it is. If you hold it and it is sharp, you cannot keep it forever. The hall is full of gold and jade, and no one can keep it; wealth and honor." But if you are arrogant, you will be blamed for it. If you succeed in your work, you will retreat, which is the way of heaven.'
It can be seen that the way of heaven and human affairs are full of taboos, and I feel it in my heart.
It's just that we, mortals in this world, have so many desires that it's hard to satisfy them, and knowledge is useless.
In addition, I saw a folk remedy for tooth decay in a Taoist temple. Cloves in the mouth can relieve toothache.
I wonder what the price of charcoal is in Guanzhou? Looking forward to recovery. "
He put down his pen and waited for the ink to dry. After the ink dried, he folded the letter, put it in a box of cloves, put the lid on the box, and waited until the snow cleared tomorrow before sending it out.
The lantern exploded again. He cut off the lantern, added a piece of charcoal, took out the Taixue questions he bought in the bookstore, and began to solve the questions.
Both places were subject to heavy wind and snow. When spring came next year, it was still cold and freezing, but it never snowed.
When entering the examination room, candidates can only wear thin clothes and single shoes, and their cloaks cannot be lined to keep out the cold. The students are miserable in the dormitory with their heads and feet exposed.
Some candidates were even too old and froze to death in the examination room. After leaving the examination room, they all looked like sick birds, but they still had to wait in Kyoto for the results to be released.
Only Wu Jin returned to the Taoist temple early to pack his belongings and bid farewell to the three Taoist priests - he answered smoothly. At the end of the discussion, a candidate came back holding a thawed inkstone and suddenly fainted when passing by his dormitory. , all the ink was splashed on Wu Jin's residence.
The test paper was contaminated, so Chunwei was naturally not on the list this time. He didn't need to spend time in Kyoto, so he returned home early.
When boarding the ship at the pier, Wu Jin looked back at Kyoto.
He saw the mist shrouding the palaces and pavilions, and the apricot blossoms blowing like rain in the wind. This luxurious and solemn place, the prosperous and grand city, there was only one thing left in his mind. Blurred shadow.
It was as if he knew that he was just a passer-by, that he would never set foot in this palace, and that he would not appreciate the apricot blossoms, so he covered his eyes to prevent himself from falling too deep.
Everything was unreal, only when I entered Gongyuan and took the exam, I felt a little bit real.
The ink splashed on the paper turned into a strong fire, which instantly ignited in his heart, making him feel burning and uneasy.
Apart from that, what impressed him most was the coolness and nature of the Taoist temple.
(End of chapter)
