Xin Yi didn't know how she got back to Yutangge, she was familiar with the short road, but she seemed to have walked for several years, walking all over her body and bones, and her breathing was not smooth. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She's looking for Green Butterfly. However, the woman was not in the Jade Pavilion. Xin Yi thought about it for a while, and then went to Fuchalou to find her. Sure enough, Green Butterfly stayed in the floating chariot building to help Xin Yi rummage through the books, so as not to pile up in the corner for a long time, and insects will be born when the spring weather is warm.

"Girl. These books have small wormholes, and the slaves and maids spread them out in the garden to dry...... Girl?" Green Butterfly looked at Xin Yi who rushed in in a panic and was startled.

Xin Yi didn't look at the green butterfly, so he rushed to the front of the case in a daze, and began to rummage through the cabinets: "Green butterfly." Find, find all my poems so far!"

"All?" the green butterfly froze in place. Her girl can write poetry at the age of six and write at the age of nine, so what she has done so far is certainly not a small number.

"Yes! all!" Xin Yi said in a low voice, but his voice was very hoarse, "I write poetry, and I am always casual. So I don't have much left, but I know you've copied it all. ”

Green Butterfly pinched her nose embarrassedly: "Although a woman is not talented, she is virtuous." But if our house really has a class aunt Cai Wenji, the slaves and maids can also follow with some light. Therefore, the girl's poems and texts were copied by the slaves and maids privately. But the slave swears to the sky that the slave and the maid will never take the initiative to spread the word, and will never ruin the girl's reputation!"

"Find out what you have copied, and I will turn out what I have kept. Let's count the total, how many in total. Xin Yi didn't pursue the green butterfly, but just buried his head in rummaging through some yellowed poems.

Although the green butterfly was full of doubts, she didn't ask much. Yiyan picked up a stack of notes from her room and opened them all the poems she copied for Xin Yi.

Without saying a word, the two began to sort out and count for several hours. From yesterday's quatrain, to the poems that were still written crookedly seven years ago.

Nothing is left behind, nothing is left behind.

Even the poems that didn't rhyme neatly when they were children were turned out by Xin Yi from the corners of the floating building.

Xin Yi pursed her lips tightly, her fingertips trembling violently when she flipped through the book, she couldn't take a break, and she forgot to eat, and searched tirelessly as if she had been stunned.

There was only one thought left in her mind.

Overturn that number: one hundred and thirty-five. Any other number is fine, but it must not be one hundred and thirty-five.

Then, overturn the name that subconsciously popped up in my mind at that time. Then there were no poisonous snakes behind the flower tent, and the flowers were still like brocade.

However, as the number of the poems increased little by little, and as the total number approached one hundred and thirty-five, Xin Yi's little face turned pale.

She was afraid. Even if it's not that number, even if it's just close, she's scared to death.

Suddenly, Green Butterfly's relieved voice came: "Girl, it's all sorted out." A total of one hundred and thirty-four. ”

Xin Yi was taken aback: "Is it one hundred and thirty-four?"

Green Butterfly smiled: "The girl is confused, isn't it?" The slave patted her chest and assured that it was one hundred and thirty-four. ”

Xin Yi shuddered. As if he had just come to his senses, he snatched the stack of test papers and counted them again himself, only to confirm that the green butterfly was not wrong.

One hundred and thirty-four. And not one hundred and thirty-five.

Even if the difference is only one song. But not after all. It's Li Jingpei who is wrong. Then everything can be overturned. Including that guessed name.

Xin Yi only felt that a big stone in her heart fell to the ground, and she suddenly broke out of her body and sweated, her legs were weak, and she sat down on the ground directly.

"Green butterflies. Tonight, I asked the big kitchen to make a few good dishes, and this girl should celebrate well...... Green butterfly?" Xin Yi called a few times, but there was no response at all, and she couldn't help but turn her head to look for it. This look made her whole body freeze.

Green Butterfly was busy digging out a note from a hidden place. A note that is almost rotten and too old.

"Girl, the slave remembered. There's another song here. Green Butterfly wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked back and smiled happily, "This is the first poem written by the girl herself." Before that, the mouth was not counted. Later, the girl thought that the poem was too clumsy, and she wanted to throw it away, but the slave secretly picked it up. Oh, add this one. A total of one hundred and thirty-five. ”

One hundred and thirty-five.

It's already the first song to be recorded. So it can't be more, and it can't be less. Just aligned with Li Jingpei's number, and also aimed at the number of poems presented to the queen.

Li Jingpei is not wrong. There's nothing wrong with a flower tent, and there's nothing wrong with a poisonous snake behind the tent. The only thing that could be wrong could be her Xinyi.

Xin Yi's whole body trembled, her little face was blue and white, she checked again in despair, over and over again, countless times trying to overturn that number, but found that every time it was worthy of that number, so she pushed herself to hell every time.

One hundred and thirty-five.

Only Li Jingpei's words have been repeated countless times, like ghosts, constantly echoing in her ears, "So complete." So detailed. It's like ...... There has always been someone hiding in Xinfu, copying the girl's poems, and then deliberately circulating them...... Who could this person be?"

has always been able to enter and leave the Xin Mansion freely, and there is only one person who is not from the Xin clan.

Jiang Li.

Xin Yi's mind buzzed, and suddenly went blank.

This is like falling into an ice cellar.

Li Jingting's war was also like falling into an ice cellar.

Mid-April. As the Great Wei army left the customs and entered Longxi, it suddenly encountered a sandstorm. The yellow fog is jammed, the wind and haze are in the end, and the desert wind and dust are dark. (Note 1)

This kind of spring sandstorm is not common, but once encountered, you can only blame God for not opening your eyes. The soldiers of the Lu family, who have been stationed on the frontier for many years, are naturally not surprised, but the Great Wei army that came out of Guanzhong is bitter.

From the middle to the second half of the year, the Lu family army conquered Zhucheng and approached Guanzhong along the Longxi road. The Wei army was powerless to fight back, and retreated one after another until Shanzhou.

Under the crisis, Li Jingting, the general of Pingxi, changed his tactics, and the whole army retreated to Shanzhou, only defending but not attacking. When the sandstorm season is over, look for a good opportunity to fight.

The war is at a stalemate. There was a rumor in Guanzhong, and people were panicked. Although the battlefield is in the northwest, a dark cloud of unease has enveloped the whole country.

However, the more unfavorable the war, the more incense became in the temple. There is an endless stream of prayers for blessings, prayers for fortunes, and good men and women are about to break through the merit ladder.

It was early afternoon. The people who put on the incense have eaten or returned home, and the Buddhist temple is very quiet, only a few small novices leisurely sweep the locust flowers all over the ground.

In the hall of the Mahavira Treasure, the futons scattered to the ground. Xin Yi was the only one in the hall, and she stood in front of the Buddha, holding incense in both hands and whispering in a low voice.

"May the Buddha bless you, and the Great Wei War will go well. The Three Highnesses wiped out the Lu thieves and returned victorious. ”

Xin Yi was actually praying for Li Jingting. She frowned slightly, and her expression was solemn. Incense, three bows, kowtow, a whole set of processes, meticulously completed, like a devout believer.

Suddenly, a gust of April spring breeze blew in, with the slight sound of acacia flowers slipping across the smooth floor of the meditation room, as well as the sound of bamboo shoes stepping on the acacia flowers, and the elegant agarwood, floating from behind Xin Yi.

Xin Yi didn't have to look back to know who it was. But unexpectedly, she didn't want to look back for the first time.

Her incense-holding fingertips even trembled unsteadily at that moment. A fine layer of incense ash falls.

Exegesis:

1. Sandstorm: Present-day sandstorm. In March and April of spring, sandstorms are prone to occur in Longxi. The Tang Dynasty already has a clear record, and it was inconvenient for the marching production at that time. "The Book of Songs, the Wind and the Final Wind" has the sentence "The end wind and haze", and the "Later Han Shu Lang Di Page Biography" has "The weather is wrong, and the haze covers the sun". Haze, according to Cihai: "a weather phenomenon in an atmospheric turbidity state", that is, a sandstorm with flying sand. In addition, ancient books often write sandstorms as "yellow fog", "flying sand and stones", "black gas", "earth rain" and so on. In the Tang Dynasty, there was "Walking Horses and Rivers to Send Doctor Feng to the Western Expedition", which explained the way of the Western Expedition straight to the point: "You don't see the snow and the sea in the Zouma River, and the flat sand is reckless and yellow into the sky! Luntai roars in the wind and night in September, and the gravel of a river is as big as a bucket, and the stones are all over the ground with the wind. "There were sandstorms all over the place.