Seeing that Chu Ning turned his head, Hua Binan seemed to have a smile in his eyes. He extended a white and delicate hand from the broad blue-panel silk gown sleeves, gently spread the stalls forward, indicating Chu Yuning. The box in front of the hand.
Chu Xiaoning nodded and said to the dumb servant: "Thank you."
The dumb servant saw him take the box, and this was low and a sigh, and went back to the master.
Xue Zhengyi was surprised: "Yu Heng, do you know the cold scales?"
"I don't know." Chu Xiaoning looked at the box in front of him. "I don't need to spend 2.5 million gold in Xuanyuan to buy his musk dew."
"What does he give you this?"
"I don't know." Chu said, "Let's open it."
The brocade box was opened, and the inside was neatly tidy, and five bottles of warm and lush musk dew were also available, along with a letter.
Chu Xi Ning opened it and read it. The content on the letter is also simple. It is said that Chu Zongshi spent a high price on the Xuanyuan Pavilion and took the dew. He felt that the fragrance was not worth the price. He always wanted to drink five bottles, but he never took the opportunity. Meet the guru, and now Lingshan will be alive for a while, and Wang Jun will accept it.
Xue Zhengyi immediately said: "I think he wants to make you."
"..."
This kind of gift, if it is not received, is to smash the right side, Chu night Ning Yao has thanked Hua Binan, but gave the box to Xue Zhengyi.
Xue Zhengxi said: "Give me?"
"...to the elders of the greedy wolf." Chu said, "I always feel that this Hua Bingnan is a bit strange. Xuanyuange shoots so many high-priced drugs every year, it is all high, he can compensate one by one. ?"
Xue Zheng said: "I don't think it's strange. After all, high prices are there. High is as outrageous as you are. I heard it for the first time."
Chu night Ning noodles have a thin anger, said: "But there is nothing but what is outrageous. In short, you give these five bottles to the greedy wolf, I think there is no poison here, but it should be no, but let the greed The preparation of some musk deco is not a waste."
"You don't need it?"
"I……"
It is also strange to say that those absurd and real dreams have become less and less recently. Except for the few days just coming out of the Confucianism, occasionally dreaming of some fragmented scenes, the rest of the night is a good dream.
Drinking the fragrant dew, it is also a violent thing, Chu nightning feels no need to keep such a good pharmacy.
Lingshan stayed for two or three days, and when it came back to death, the ink burned out.
Xue Mengdao: "Besides the demon."
Chu night Ning's eyebrows have a thin mark: "There are demon? The nineteenth this month."
"It’s all run out of the Confucianist Golden Drum Tower." Xue Meng sighed. "A lot of people have been caught in our Tongtian Tower, but the Tongtian Tower is no bigger than the Golden Drum Tower. The tower is small and inlaid with a stone charm." There is no such thing as a Confucianist door. If you continue to do so, it is afraid that the tower will not be able to withstand it."
Xue Zhengxuan said: "The next time Li is unwilling to come again, let him take a little to the Bitan Mountain Villa, the town is in his Holy Spirit Tower."
Xue Meng smiled: "This is also a good idea."
Xue Zhengxuan said: "You can also divide a little moon night. I heard that their star-tower is bigger than the Golden Drum Tower of the Confucian Gate..."
This time, Xue Meng did not want to, with his black eyebrows, angered: "Don't!"
"what happened?"
"I don't like the **** dog. He hates it. I don't want to give him the monster he is holding in the door!"
Chu night Ning shook his head and refused to listen to their father and son again, and then left.
He went to sleep and fell asleep, and it was really a good night's sleep, no old dreams, and when he woke up, it was already bloody, and the night was full of half a day, only a trace of blood in the evening was left in the sky.
At this time, Meng Potang had no food, but he was a little hungry, packed his clothes, pushed out, prepared to go to the impermanent town and take a snack.
As a result, it happened to see the ink burned away from the demon, and walked on the long-term bluestone leading to the red lotus.
When I saw him, the ink burned: "Master, listen to the uncle saying that you are sleeping, just want to wake you up."
"Is there something?"
"Nothing," he said. "Just want to come to you and walk together."
It’s a coincidence that Chu Yuning felt a little joy because of the coincidence between them. In the affection, a little bit of a vote is worthy of a comfortable mood.
"Where to go?"
But they are asking together.
Chu night Ning stunned, and the ink burned.
Then he said: "Listen to you."
They are all said together.
Chu’s ten fingers were slightly pinched in the sleeves, sweating in the fingers, black eyes and hot eyes, but calmly and calmly watching the ink.
The ink burned and couldn't help but grin.
"All is good."
Chu Xiaoning is actually very happy, but he is still accustomed to faint, even if his happiness is not light, very rich, like the Xiqiao Begonia flower with pale branches.
He said: "Let's go, go to the town to see, eat something."
He didn't even ask how the ink burned out the demon, and it didn't go smoothly. They were now intentional and deliberate. They were tacit. When he stood outside the bamboo pole, he sang in black and hunted, and the edge of the dark golden grass was in the night. With a glimmer of light, he understood that everything was well, no need to say anything.
They came to the town of impermanence together.
These years, the impermanent town is getting better and better, from the original Sanheng Street, three vertical streets, to today's Liuheng Street, five vertical streets, almost a whole circle.
"When I first came to the top of my life, the house was closed yet, and the house was closed. The incense ash was sprinkled outside the courtyard. The gossip mirror was hung on the door, and the soul bell was attached to the temple." Chu Yuening looked at the people coming and going. The scene of the first light of Hua Deng said, "Now the name of this town has not changed, the rest will soon be recognized."
The ink burned and laughed: "There is a life and death, and it will only be better in the future."
The two walked along the bluestone main street that had been re-paved in the town, blowing sugary people along the way, pulling the shadows of the movie, spending the stalls selling snacks and grilling, eating the shabu-shabu, dazzling, boiling against the sky, hanging on the street. Rows of lanterns, according to the night market, lively fireworks.
The ink burned the stall of the shabu-shabu, and remembered that he, Xue Meng and Xia Shiru had once eaten here together, and then laughed and took Chu Yuning: "Master, eat this, this family has you the most. Love to drink soy milk."
They were seated on the squeaky bamboo chair. It was very cold, but the master chef of the side dish was very hot. He was shirtless and sweaty. He moved over and asked: "Two sages, what do you want?" ?"
Chu night Ningdao: "Shabu-shabu."
The ink burns: "The mushroom soup pot."
"... don't you want to eat spicy?"
The ink burns and smiles, and the voice is gentle and gentle: "I want to quit."
Chu night Ning stunned, vaguely understand why the ink burning suddenly refused to eat spicy, it seems that there are fish swimming in the lake, and in the heart of the pool, a bubble, the water waves.
"You don't have to quit..."
Ink burning: "No, I just like it."
"..."
"Likes the ring, I want to quit." He looked at the night, and the thick lashes swayed and fell on the reddish ears of the other, laughing.
The latter part of the sentence never said anything again -
Want to be like you, when eating hot pot, two pairs of chopsticks can reach into a lively pot, no longer a red and white, clear and distinct.
The ink burned and ordered some stir-fried dishes. Unfortunately, the delicate dessert was not made on the small stall. He ordered three soy milk bottles filled with fat porcelain pots, and then sat down and waited for the dishes.
Surrounded by people who eat, men, women and children, black hair hoarfrost, the steam of the soup pot is rolled up, the fire of the pot is rising, sipping and punching, jokes and lusts, all in this hot fire, the wine Warmth gathers into the gentleness of a lake and a sea.
The world is so ordinary, the red dust is so lively.
Before the fifteen years old, the hunger was hard to eat, and they could not eat these good wines.
After the emperor's emperor, the 10,000 people, but still can not get this kind of true peace.
It’s all there now.
Suddenly, the fire tongue swelled up. It turned out that the man with the spoon was simmering in the pot, and the fire was rolled up from the cauldron. The shirtless man was covered with a layer of delicate copper oil, and the oil and salt sauce was in turn. The muscles are shaking, and a plate of stir-fry is ready to go out.
It was the time of the heat, and I immediately came to the table.
"The oil bursts double crisp!" The younger brother who smashed his hand shouted.
In the past, the stepping of the fairy king, all kinds of good food can not please, but I do not know why, was actually ridiculed by this "oily double crisp", he slender ten fingers overlap, point the line of smooth chin, a pair of long and deep The eyelashes are slightly moving, and the brilliance of the five lakes and the sea are gathered at the moment on the two curtains of ink, and the darkness is dyed brightly.
Chu night Ning asked: "What are you laughing at?"
"I don't know, I am very happy."
Chu Xiaoning did not speak, but the smile of the handsome man opposite the fascinating, inexplicable, let his heart also brighten up.
After eating, I looked up at the sky and thought it was going to rain, but the people underneath seemed to carelessly, and they still used this brilliant night in an orderly manner.
They walked through a lantern shop, and the ink burned and stopped, standing there and watching.
Chu Xi Ning looked down at his gaze. It turned out that the old craftsman was carefully smeared with a pagoda lantern. Another one was very similar, and it was already done. There was a seat underneath, a river lantern.
"Old man, trouble, please give me this pagoda lamp."
I didn’t ask for a price, and I didn’t ask if I didn’t like it.
Chu Xiening walked over and handed the golden leaves to the old age, squatting at the old man who was seriously doing the light, and then handed the river lantern to the disciple standing behind him.
"Hold."
The ink is stunned and happy, and even a bit stunned: "Give me?"
Chu night Ning did not speak, carrying half a pot of wine that was not finished at dinner, looked around, and his eyes fell on the side of the small river, he walked over there.
The lights were bright and dark, and the fire was shining and shining, and the lights were dazzled.
The ink burned the river lantern and muttered: "I want to put it once when I was young, and I have no money every year."
"Yeah." Chu night Ning looked at him faintly. "You are the poorest."
The ink burned.
The river flows quietly and quietly, and Chu nightning is not willing to go down to the stone steps. He is lazy, so he is so leisurely holding his arms under the covered bridge. The white road is leaning against the dark black bridge pillar, holding the tie. The jug of fresh red tassels took a sip on his head and then turned his face slightly. The red lanterns of the horns were sprinkled on the delicate face of his porcelain jade. His expression was light, but his eyes could not hide the temperature. Then look at the happy man on the bank of the river, holding a river lamp, awkward hands and feet.
Fool, this is fun.
But still eyes stunned, slammed into the river, whispering a lot of words and pagoda lights, and finally leaned over and gently put it on the river, a golden glow reflected in the Weihe River In the middle, the ink burned the two waters and sent them to the float.
On that day, the ink burned for a long time along the dark river.
Not a holiday, except for him, there are no other people on the river to put lights.
Only a small pagoda lantern, exuding a faint and stubborn glory, traveled far and wide in the infinite long night cold water, and then became a little stunned starburst, finally swallowed by the darkness and disappeared.
The ink burned silently standing there, and no one knew what he was thinking.
He saw the last.
Until the river, no more light.
It’s raining, thunderstorms.
Raindrops hit the duckweed, knocking on the wall and smashing the tiles.
Everyone laughed and shouted, and there was little sudden and heavy rain in the winter. The stall vendors rushed to cover the pots and pans used to make the living, the tools and utensils, and pushed the small carts in a hurry. Escape, to hide this heavy rain.
Chu nightning was also a bit sloppy at the moment, although the horror was not far away, but it was not winter at this time, and the rain was too anxious.
He stood under the covered bridge, the rain hit the wind, only wet his little clothes corner, but the ink rushed from the bottom of the river beach, the clothes were wet, his face was wet, his eyes were wet, very black.
Looking at him, some gentle, and a little embarrassed smile.
"Open a spell and dry it yourself."
"Ok."
Such heavy rain does not prevent the immortals from traveling, especially the masters of the ink-burning and Chu-nighting, a small enchantment can be cleanly returned to the dead.
But none of them opened the enchantment, but stood side by side under the pillars and waited for the rain to stop.
After waiting for a long time, the rain did not mean to weaken, the world was foggy and eager, and the extraordinary night market was just disappearing, like the watercolor that was diluted by the cold rain, wet ink painting.
The ink burned: "This rain does not seem to stop."
Chu night Ning faintly said: "This rain is like, it is sick."
The ink burned and laughed, smiled for a while, turned to the head and said to Chu Ning: "What to do, can't go back."
"..."
Chu Xiaoning knows that he should answer him "Do you not practice the Tao?" "Would you open an enchantment?" "Why can't you go back?"
But he was silent for a while, but he didn't know why but didn't say anything, but he didn't have peace of mind. He just looked up and looked at the rain.
His palms are slightly hot, and there are some sweats between the fingers.
I was thinking about how to answer, but my hand was caught by the smoldering, his slight tremor, the slight heat, the slight sweat, and the unsettled, all fell into the ink Hands.
The ink burned at him, half a sigh, and the throat was moving: "Master, I, I want to talk to you..."
When I talked to my mouth, I couldn’t say it, but my heart was numb and I couldn’t swallow.
At the end of the day, he was wet and hot in the black box. In a word, he said that he was eager and subtle, concealed and embarrassed. He whispered: "I mean... the rain is too big, don't go back tonight, road So far, it will catch cold."
Chu nightning did not react, and said a moment, "I am not cold."
"So are you hot?"
"I am not hot..."
The ink burned and the breath was hot, and the chest was ups and downs. Before he answered the words, he held his hand and put it on the beating heart. He whispered, "I am hot."
Rain hit the duckweed.
But Chu Xiaoning saw the fire from his eyes and saw the melt flow and midsummer.
This young man is almost pitiful and very cute.
His voice was a little hoarse: "Let's go to the nearest inn, okay? Go now."