The first chapter is full of joy and sorrow

The first year of the Apocalypse Dynasty. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The dark night rendered the whole heaven and earth, and sprinkled a faint precious light on the bright moon that was not yet round.

In the courtyard of Gufu Mansion in Linzhou City, on the remote and quiet path, the moonlight is heavy.

From far and near, a snow-white jumps in, which is particularly eye-catching on such a night.

"Great! Great!" The irrepressible excitement escaped from his throat, and the man in the snowsuit jumped up again, if it wasn't for the inappropriateness, he really wanted to announce it to the whole world, and he finally got what he wanted!

The man's starry eyes were shining, and he turned around violently, but the surging meaning in his heart was still not fully vented.

He looked up at the sky, and couldn't wait to laugh three times, and he praised the bright moon and the bright star: "The moonlight is so beautiful!"

Of course, such a beautiful moonlight can't be disappointed, the man opened a slender box in his hand, carefully took out a scroll, and slowly unfolded it, the smoke trees were hazy, and the mountains were heavy, it was obviously a high-quality painting.

The man looked crazy, and he couldn't believe that he had just copied this picture of the heavy mountain smoke tree[1], which was the most prestigious picture of the heavy mountain smoke tree of the Changyu monk!

The snow-clad man's eyes were fixed on the picture scroll and he couldn't take his eyes off it, and his feet were still spinning excitedly, and the accident happened at this moment.

A hand suddenly grabbed his ankle, and the man couldn't stop his steps and planted a big horse forward, and there was a tingling pain on his face, he hissed, and the next moment he raised his face, he only felt that the world was spinning.

I saw that in the middle of the scroll, a dry branch stood in a broken paper, announcing his victory.

"It hurts!" A cold sigh suddenly sounded next to her, and the twelve or thirteen-year-old girl opened her eyes and looked at her hands in the moonlight, her fingers were red and swollen, and more importantly, they were a pair of children's hands.

The girl's calm eyes rippled like ancient wells, and they weren't her hands, and besides, she wasn't...... Is it dead?

No matter how turbulent her heart was, the girl's face remained calm, and she sat up and began to examine herself.

I found that the folds of the clothes were still dirty, and there were even unknown traces of liquid on the cuffs, so my face showed some disgust, and the corners of my mouth twitched slightly, but it affected the injuries on my face, which were painful, swollen, and hot.

It must have been a slap in the face with all her might, she thought to herself.

The man in the snowcoat was depressed, still lying on the ground in a big horse position, and even at night he could see a little blood beads on his white porcelain-like side face.

The man in the snowcoat didn't seem to be aware of it, just staring at the scroll in front of him stupidly, muttering, "My painting... My paintings... My paintings... My paintings..."

The girl looked at the broken frown and frowned, rummaged in her sleeve, took out a silk handkerchief, and leaned towards the man in the snowcoat, "Wipe the blood on your face." ”

The man didn't hear it, only repeated those three words, as if he had lost his mind.

The girl's red lips lightly opened: "This painting is very important?"

"It's important! it's a treasure of my dreams, and... Dream. The man in the snowcoat smiled bitterly, his eyes did not leave the scroll, and his eyes couldn't help but redden.

This is really, happy and sad!

He really, couldn't even remember how this happened, and for a moment, he ......

Perhaps it was the man's mourning that affected the maiden, and the demon sent the gods to the earth, and she heard herself say, "I will pay you for it." ”

How to pay?

Let the monk draw another one, or send him with silver?

The man in the snowcoat was a little angry, turned his head to glare at the person who spoke, but was stunned in the next moment, he was stunned, "... Third sister?"

The girl raised her eyebrows and said something irrelevant: "You almost stepped on my face just now." ”

The man in the snowcoat reacted for a while, only to understand that this was to explain the act of reaching out and grabbing his ankle just now, and he was a little stunned, not knowing what to say: "I'm sorry, I... Didn't pay attention. ”

The girl handed the handkerchief again, pointed to her own face, and then to his, and said, "It's okay," she couldn't let him step on it anyway, "I'm sorry for breaking your drawing." ”

The man wiped his face and grinned, more ugly than crying.

His lips moved slightly, and he wanted to say that it was okay, but he couldn't.

"Let's go. The girl had already stood up, stretched out her right hand, and motioned for the man in the snowcoat to get up.

The man looked at the hand in front of him, it was red, swollen, bloodshot, and covered with horizontal and vertical ring ruler marks.

Moving his gaze up to look at the girl's face again, the five big finger prints were extremely clear, and he frowned: "Third sister, didn't you wipe the medicine I gave you before?"

The girl smiled, not knowing how to answer.

"Also, on a big night, how could you lie on the side of the road in such a remote place?" the man realized afterwards that there were many unreasonable things.

This trail is the most remote place in the house, and there is basically no one to go to it, and he himself is afraid that he will be too excited and affect others to take this road.

So I didn't expect that there would be people at such a late hour, and they were still lying there silently.

The girl shrugged, she also wanted to know.

"Doesn't it hurt?" the man looked at the girl with a cold towel on her face with distressed eyes.

Of course it hurts!, he asked himself in annoyance.

Half of the face is swollen, how can it not hurt, this is just today, and I am afraid that it will be more serious tomorrow.

The man didn't know how to comfort him for a while, and blurted out: "Don't blame the third uncle too much, he is probably also in a hurry, after all, you just came back, and the third uncle has always doted on Zhi'er's sister.. The words stopped in time.

He wanted to bite his tongue off, he was so stupid, what a comfort!

is clearly reminding the third sister that she is receiving the family law for no reason today, and the third uncle is even more indiscriminately a big mouth!

Thinking of this, the third sister must be sad because of this, hiding there and crying secretly.

The girl looked at the wonderful and expressive face in front of her, and was a little speechless: "You still care about your face first." ”

The scratch that was more than two inches long was still bleeding, and it had begun to gradually become red and swollen, but it was really not much better than her.

A little girl hurriedly came in with a basin of water, and quickly twisted a hot towel to wipe the man's wounds, and after a while, her eyes were full of tears, and she complained a little: "Why is the young master so careless." The movements became more and more gentle.

The man was at a loss for a moment: "You... Don't cry, Bingqin, I'm fine, I won't leave a scar with such a small cut, don't you say?"

The girl was not appeased, tears slipped down, and she cried directly: "My aunt is no longer here, no one is really distressed how much the young master suffers, and I blame the slave and maid, I can't take care of the young master!"

The man scratched his head, he really didn't know how to comfort people, he stammered, "How... How could it be, this... Isn't there Bingqin you, you care about me so much, just like my aunt, I don't feel sorry at all. ”

When the girl heard this, she cried louder and louder, her poor young master......

The corners of the girl's mouth, who was sitting on the side and ignored by the little girl, twitched, this pair of strange masters and servants! Looking at the man who was even more overwhelmed, she had to interrupt the girl's cry: "Shut up!"

The girl really stopped, turned her head and looked at her in dismay, the tears on her long eyelashes were about to fall, there was a bit of beauty, but her nose was red from crying, which looked a little funny: "Huh, Miss San, are you still there?"

The girl is really speechless this time, should she praise her heartfelt or should she say that she lacks heart?

"Your young master and I still have important things to do, you go get something to eat. ”

The girl took the order to go down and came to her senses, she actually listened to the third lady's orders so naturally, and didn't even ask the young master again, although this is not a big deal,

Shaking his head, whatever, get food, the young master must be hungry too.

The man in the snowcoat looked at the girl strangely and asked, "Third sister, what's the matter?"

The girl raised her hand and wanted to support her forehead, but she remembered that her hands were red and swollen, so she put it down again and said, "Where is the study?"

"Not far away, in the East Chamber," replied the man, and asked again, "what is my sister going to do in the study, is she going to write a letter?"

I heard that the third sister's yard is very simple, and there must be no study, so it's normal to borrow his study, but it's so late, I don't know if I'm in a hurry......

The girl wanted to roll her eyes, but now she really doubted whether the man really cared about the painting, and her face was naturally unfazed: "Didn't you say that you would pay for the painting? Let's go." ”

Chongluan Smoke Tree [1]: A famous Chinese painting, painted by Li Liufang in the Ming Dynasty, it is called Chongluan Smoke Tree, which is his famous painting imitating Dong Yuan's style.