After the purple clothes and red sleeves went out, Lan Xin only felt an inexplicable irritability welling up in his heart. The pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info picked up a book casually, but after reading it for a long time, she didn't read a word. She casually placed the book on the table and raised her hand to rub her brow. I got up and walked out of the window, pushed the window open casually, and a chill came from the surface, and I couldn't help but shiver.

The snow outside hadn't completely melted, and the green pine leaves were dotted with snowballs the size of a baby's fist. The cold wind blew and the snowflakes fell in a torrent. Under the golden sunlight, it seems to be sprinkled with a handful of gold dust.

Lan Xin looked at the fluttering snow powder, his heart sank inexplicably, and a sentence suddenly flashed in his mind, "What should be left is always what must be left." She sighed and shook her head, shaking the strange thoughts out of her head. Although she didn't understand how Haohao suddenly had these strange thoughts in her head, she had a hunch that something unpleasant would happen. It's an unjustified intuition!

"Smack!" Lan closed the window in frustration. Just as Dong Xiu walked in with a food box, he said with a smile: "Girl, this is the pear syrup that the slave maid made herself." The slave and maid have been stewed for nearly two hours! Taste it, is it that the slave and maid's craftsmanship has improved a lot?" As she spoke, Dong Xiu took out the blue and white porcelain cup from the food box, poured it into a small bowl of sweet white porcelain, and stared at her girl with expectant eyes.

Lan Xin squinted at the crystal clear pear fragments in the sweet white porcelain bowl, dotted with a few wolfberries, red and white, complementing each other, just looking at the appearance is very tempting. She lowered her eyes and said lightly, "Put it there." ”

The smile on Dong Xiu's face suddenly froze, she looked at Lan Xin's gloomy face in astonishment, and her first thought was: The girl is in a bad mood now, who is making the girl unhappy? Next, Lan Xin's movements fully proved the idea in her heart, she picked up the big shelf on the shelf and draped it on her body, tied the knot flexibly with her hands, and walked out.

"Girl!" Dongxiu shouted, put down what he was holding in a panic, and took a few steps to chase after him. happened to meet the red sleeves who came back from outside, and she pouted at Lan Xin's back, meaning to say: What's wrong with the girl, who made the girl unhappy?

Red Sleeves looked at Lan Xin's back suspiciously, and shook her head gently, indicating that she didn't know either. The two of them didn't dare to ask more, so they could only take a light step and stay behind not near or far. Red Sleeves's mind turned hard, and the girl seemed to have a bad tone when she heard Sister Qinghe sorting out the warehouse after getting the list. But that's not what she can say. Although she is straight, she will not break her mouth. He shrunk his neck and followed lightly.

Lan Xin tightened the big puff on his body and walked slowly along the corridor. His eyes were a little dazed, as if he had taken everything in his eyes, and as if he hadn't seen anything clearly. Before I knew it, I actually walked into the main courtyard. "You don't have to go in with you. Lan Xin didn't look back, gave a faint command, and walked towards the house with his feet raised.

Dongxiu and Redsleeves glanced at each other and obediently stopped at the gate of the courtyard. After a short time, a woman came out and said to them, "The girl said, it's cold outside, let you go back first." The girl wanted to stay here and copy the scriptures for the lord and the lady. ”

Dongxiu and Redsleeves glanced at each other in unison, and Dongxiu stretched his neck to look into the yard uneasily, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything. After thinking about it, he said, "There is this sister-in-law of Lao." It's just ・・・・・・" to the woman's expressionless face, and when the words came to her mouth, she swallowed again, and could only nod and say, "Then we will go back first, the girl has this sister-in-law by her side." ”

"Well, you two walk slowly. The woman nodded, and said with a blank face. Looking at the backs of the two, very satisfied with their acquaintance, he turned around and glanced at the closed door, and silently walked to the ear room next to him.

In the main room, after Lan Xinjing passed his hands, he took out three sticks of incense from the incense table, lit them, and respectfully inserted them into the incense burner. Looking up at the portrait on the wall, looking at the loving smile in my father's eyes, tears flowed out involuntarily. Lan Xin didn't raise his hand to wipe it, and he didn't understand where this unprovoked emotion came from. She just stared blankly at the portrait on the wall, letting her tears flow. It's like a child who is bullied outside, and after seeing an adult, all the grievances come out.

I don't know how long it took, but the tears finally stopped flowing, and my heart felt much more comfortable. Lan Xin walked to the corner of the house by himself, twisted the handkerchief, and wiped his hands and face. Sitting behind the bookcase, he lifted the wolf hair on the table, dipped his feet in ink, and carefully copied the Buddhist scriptures. It wasn't until the sister-in-law who was guarding the yard came in and lit the candles on the candlesticks that she realized that it was already dark. She carefully put away the stack of Buddhist scriptures on the corner of the table and enshrined them in front of her father's tablet.

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In a small courtyard in the capital

Ping's mother tightened the cloak on her body, hugged the black big hat in her arms, closed the door of the main room, and walked towards the west wing with her feet raised. Pushing open the door of the west wing, I saw Mrs. Mu sitting on a chair. She subconsciously glanced into the inner room and asked in a low voice, "Is Qi Ge'er sleeping?"

"Hmm!" Mrs. Mu hummed lightly, did not look up, and her eyes stared at the brocade box in her hand for a moment. Ping's mother put the clothes in her hand on the shelf by the door, walked over, and took the fire tongs to pluck the charcoal fire in the brazier to make it more vigorous. glanced at the brocade box next to him, and asked in a low voice, "This is the box that the Jade Girl asked you to bring into Beijing?"

"Hmm!" Mrs. Mu replied lightly, stared at the brocade box for a while, and then turned her head, put her hand on the top of the brazier to bake the fire, and asked casually, "What does my mother think about this matter?"

Ping's mother paused for a moment, then understood, and said in a low voice: "The old slave feels that this time it is thanks to the jade girl. If she hadn't happened to come over to her wife for a drink, she would have fallen in love with her daffodils. There will be no mistakes in the back that send the ice and fire grass that Madame urgently needs.

If it weren't for the ice and fire grass that Mrs. brought into Beijing in time, Qi Ge'er would probably be ・・・・・・ lucky, and with the blessing of the Buddha, our Qi Ge'er would not only be safe and sound now, but even the root of the disease that fell in the fire before would be gone. It's really Amitabha, Amitabha!"

Mrs. Mu raised her eyes to look at Ping's mother's smiling appearance, and the smile on the corner of her mouth flashed. Lowering his eyes, he stared at the burning coals in the brazier and said, "Mom also said it was a coincidence, but is there really such a coincidence in this world?"