Jinling Jiang family.
Silkworm farmers can see mulberry trees everywhere. The wind blows and the mulberry trees make a whistling sound.
The girl dressed in purple stepped on the branches, picked a handful of mulberries and still put them in her mouth. After being away from home for many days, I really miss the sweetness of mulberry fruits. The meaty mulberry fruit exploded in her mouth, and a cloud of purple dripped from the girl's lips. The girl wiped the juice from her mouth with the finest brocade she had on her body and went to sleep without forgetting to hug the various rouge boxes in her arms tightly.
In the mulberry forest, the mulberry-picking women in green robes and blouses saw the girl in purple. Seeing the girl in purple is like seeing the master of the house. They all brought baskets as gifts and called Miss Zhuer.
Zhu'er would not abide by the Jiang family's etiquette. Leaving everyone behind, she tapped her toes and ran towards the outer wall of the Jiang family.
In the darkness of the mulberry forest, there are thousands of threads of broken souls tightly knitted by the Jiang family. If outsiders break into the Jiang family without knowing the secret, they will be blocked outside the wall. If they choose a path in a panic and step on the silk net, they will most likely die in the mulberry forest.
The person guarding the outside of the Jiang family is the second young lady of the Jiang family. Zhu'er has had many conflicts with her, so when she goes home today, she will definitely chase her. Amidst the evil smile, a hand wrapped with thousands of silk threads tore open a huge hole in the tightly knitted Qiansi Broken Soul in front of him, and the copper bell at the tail of the Qiansilu Broken Soul to prevent thieves rang.
A few green shadows slightly emerged from the wall. Zhu'er had already gone another way, tore apart another densely knotted Thousand Silhouettes of Broken Soul, and tumbled into Jiang's house, giggling so hard that she couldn't stop giggling. You can imagine the face of the second young lady of Jiang's family who was so angry that she didn't even look at it.
The second young lady of the Jiang family, headed by Qingying, knitted her slender eyebrows, looked at the place where Zhu'er disappeared, and bit her red lips, "When I become the head of the family, I will definitely drive you, a person with a foreign surname, out of the Jiang family."
After scolding a few times, waving, the green shadows around him dispersed, and he darned the thousands of threads torn apart by the spider.
Zhuer has broken into Jiang's house. Within the walls of Jiang's courtyard, there are eight courtyards, including mulberry washing, silkworm room, cocoon room, silk reeling, silk weaving, dyeing workshop, embroidery, and storage. The eight courtyards are closely connected. Each courtyard does its own thing and is under the jurisdiction of a dedicated person.
Eight courtyards surround a lake, which is naturally carved and thousands of miles away from the waterfront. There is an island in the middle of the lake, and there is a waterside pavilion on the island, which is the residence of successive family heads. There is a small boat at the waterfront pier. To visit the owner, you need to row your own boat to enter.
These etiquette are the etiquette of the Jiang family. Zhuer does not have to abide by it since his surname is not Jiang. Stabilizing her body, she took a breath for a moment by the water bank. Thousands of threads were wrapped around her hand to form a spider web, and she threw it to the lake. She tapped her toes and stepped on the spider web. The spider web was dense and held up her young body without touching her toes. Half a drop of water vapor. The spider followed the law and threw out the spider web several times. It looked like a swallow and landed on the island in the middle of the lake.
Returning to the island is home. I have been traveling out of town these past few days and I never feel at ease at home. Without stopping at all, he rushed into the waterside pavilion. He didn't even open the door and entered through the window.
The house was empty except for a loom that ran through the roof beams and the foundation, with various colored silk threads hanging on the wheel.
In front of the loom, a man in plain clothes with long hair hanging on the ground, stepping on the loom's pedals with his bare feet, shuttled various colored shuttles between the looms, weaving the finest purple brocade.
Mr. Suyi is Jiang Fanyi, the current head of the Jiang family.
"I'm back." Zhu'er said coquettishly, kicked off her embroidered shoes, swept towards her young master, got under his arms and got into his arms, took half of the waist stool in front of the loom, and rubbed her head against it. Jiang Fanyi's chest was as coquettish as a cat's.
Jiang Fanyi stopped what he was doing and asked with a doting look on his face: "Are you having fun these days?"
Zhuer rubbed Jiang Fanyi's chest and swayed her feet. She was so petite that her toes could not reach the ground, which made her even more adorable.
When I was a child, I liked to lie in Jiang Fanyi's arms. I felt a sense of comfort that I had not seen for a long time. I pouted and complained, "It's not fun at all. The bed in the inn is hard and smelly. I haven't had a good night's sleep in several days."
After saying that, he changed his tone, holding all kinds of rouge boxes collected in his arms, and placed them one by one on the wooden beam in front of the loom, "These were bought in Yangzhou, and these were bought by a kind-hearted man in Hangzhou." My sister gave them to me, but I snatched these from others in Suzhou."
Zhu'er happily shared her spoils. Jiang Fanyi tied the silk into a thread with one hand, took the rouge boxes lined up one after another into her arms, and warned: "Don't put these things on the loom."
Zhu'er didn't know how to remember such trivial matters, so she stuck out her tongue in protest, and Jiang Fanyi tapped her head lightly, "Have you brought what I told you?"
Jiang Fanyi's arms were so comfortable that Zhu'er felt a little sleepy and yawned: "I brought you here when I met Sister Ye in Yangzhou City. I also met Sister Ye's man, but he looks good. He's not even one-tenth as ugly as the young master. I don't know what Sister Ye sees in him. She protects him like a treasure and doesn't allow me to chase him."
Jiang Fanyi patiently taught: "This world does not judge people by their appearance."
Zhu'er put the rouge box into her arms and hid it, stretched out, curled up into Jiang Fanyi's arms, and said intermittently: "I think the young master is the most handsome man in the world."
Zhu'er had been running around for the past few days. Only when she returned home and lay in Jiang Fanyi's arms did she relax enough, chat a few words, and fall asleep deeply.
Jiang Fanyi stopped weaving, stretched out his hands to protect her in his arms, and couldn't help but smile.
In the huge Jiang family, only Zhuer can let him take off his guard.
A red leaf flew from the window, hiding murderous intent, and stabbed the spider in Jiang Fanyi's arms.
Zhu'er was sleeping soundly, and Jiang Fanyi couldn't let go. A shadow walked out from him and formed another Jiang Fanyi.
Thousands of silk threads in one hand blocked the flying red leaves. Jiang Fanyi had already guessed the identity of the person coming, and turned into a shadow and flashed out of the waterside pavilion. In the house, another Jiang Fanyi was left protecting Zhuer.
Ye Xianzi dressed in red stepped on the lake, and the entire lake became a little cooler due to her arrival.
Fairy Ye was the first to speak, "This is your selfless state!"
Jiang Fanyi stood on the island with his hands behind his back and nodded in response.
As the head of the Jiang family, he was not allowed to leave the Jiang family in his life. What Jiang Fanyi wanted to do most in his life was to get out of this prison and see the scenery outside. Jiang Fanyi was born in the realm of living things. When he entered the realm of selflessness, his soul and body separated and formed another self.
"Why do you have time to come to Jiang's house today? My aunt will arrive in Jinling soon, so you have to make plans."
Fairy Ye was silent for a moment and then spoke, "I have been in seclusion for the past few days and I still have no clue. I came out of seclusion today and wanted to discuss with you. I hope you can help me enter the realm of immortality."
Jiang Fanyi chuckled lightly, "There are two masters of the Immortality Realm in the Tianxia Tower, the Sword Emperor and the Sword God. Why not look for them? If they take action, my aunt will give me some mercy."
Fairy Ye swept a sleeve of flying flowers mercilessly towards Jiang Fanyi, and the rain of flowers went straight through Jiang Fanyi and embedded in the cracks of the rocks on the island.
Jiang Fanyi was fine and sighed: "You, you like to carry everything by yourself. Sometimes it is a shortcut to give in and use others' hands."
Fairy Ye spoke mercilessly and said in a choked voice: "Then you have been trying to get out of the Jiang family all these years, why don't you destroy the Jiang family yourself and walk out in a big way."
Jiang Fanyi remained silent and turned his gaze to the southwest of the water bank. Among the many courtyard buildings, there was an unknown small courtyard, which was the reason why he could not leave the Jiang family.
Touching Jiang Fanyi's sore spot, Ye Xianzi said softly: "I will come again at this time tomorrow. I hope you can give me an answer."
Jiang Fanyi wiped away his sadness with a smile, "I can give you an answer now. To be honest with you, I also want to enter the realm of immortality. I'll be waiting here at this time tomorrow."
Ye Xianzi got the answer and turned into a rainbow and left.
Jiang Fanyi sighed softly and walked back to the waterside pavilion. The body transformed from the state of selflessness felt no pain. His bare feet stepped on the bluestone that was not smooth, leaving a line of shallow footprints that dissipated instantly.
In the waterside pavilion, Jiang Fanyi waited until the moon came over the branches before Zhuer woke up, squeaked in his arms a few times, opened her eyes and looked at him, and asked vaguely: "Master, what time is it?"
Jiang Fanyi reminded: "It's past her time."
"Oops." Zhu'er woke up for a moment, screamed, jumped out of Jiang Fanyi's arms, stepped on the embroidered shoes, swept out of the waterside pavilion, and flew from the lake to the southwest shore.
There is an inconspicuous small courtyard on the southwest waterfront, surrounded by mulberry forests, hiding the small courtyard in it, and few people know about it.
Zhu'er glanced at the moonlight above her head and hurried to the courtyard. In the small courtyard, there was a blind woman sitting on the steps waiting for someone.
"Old madam, I'm back." Zhuer climbed over the wall and fell into the courtyard, shouting loudly, for fear that the woman wouldn't hear.
The blind woman suddenly smiled and asked, "How are you spending your days outside?"
Zhu'er sat down next to the woman and complained: "It's not that good, it's not as comfortable as the island."
The woman always smiled and said with a loving look on her face, "Have you eaten yet?"
Zhu'er took the woman's hand and pressed it on his deflated belly, "I'm almost starving."
The woman withdrew her hand, groped her way up, and said anxiously: "Go back to the house quickly. I knew you were coming back today, so I made delicious food for you."
"What's delicious?" Zhu'er supported the woman. Although she could smell the smell of sour plum cake, she still pretended to look forward to it.
The woman said dotingly: "It's your favorite sour plum cake."
Zhu'er grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, "Then I want to eat a few more pieces."
"No one is robbing you, it's all yours." The woman stroked Zhuer's hand and traced the appearance of the other person in her mind.
There were no incense sticks in the house, and the woman was blind and had no use for those items. The woman pressed Zhu'er in front of the table. On the table was a plate of pastries made by the woman herself. The pastries were well-proportioned in size, and there was also a bowl of sweet mulberry soup that was still warm.
The woman smiled and said, "I don't know when you will come. It's been a while."
Zhu'er picked up a piece of pastry and put it into his mouth, and said comfortingly: "I have a cat's tongue. I can't eat it because it will burn it. This is just right."
While Zhuer was eating cakes, the woman sat opposite her, holding her face in her hands and looking at her with a smile.
She had no eyes, and Zhuer didn't know what she was looking at. After swallowing the sour plum cake on the plate, he drank the sweet mulberry soup in one gulp, wiped the residue from his mouth with his sleeve, burped and praised the woman's craftsmanship, "This sour plum cake is more delicious than the last time." "
The woman got up to clear the dishes and said with a smile: "Then next time I will do it the same way I did today."
Wanting to spend more time today, Zhu'er looked at the woman's back and said coquettishly, "I still want to comb my hair. I miss you combing my hair when I'm out these days."
The woman nodded happily, put down the dishes, wiped her hands with a silk cloth, took out the sandalwood comb she brought with her, returned behind Zhuer, untied her bun, and combed her smooth hair from top to bottom. hair.
The silver moon outlines, slowly moving towards the night.
The water pavilion in the center of the lake is brightly lit, and Jiang Fanyi is weaving brocade with concentration, waiting for Zhuer to return from the southwest courtyard.
There are rumors in Jinling that Jiang Fanyi was not born to the man the matchmaker of the Jiang family was marrying, but to a mulberry picker. No one knows where the woman is.
