Ordered someone to carry over the koi prepared in the big wooden barrel, and Su Duhan and Xia Yuzhi worked together to sprinkle dozens of five-colored koi into the pool. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The koi fish are colorful in color, the scales reflect the noon sun is very good-looking, a tail of koi lithium falls into the pond water with a flying arc, from time to time there are koi fish out of the water surface to spit out a string of bubbles, and some bow up and jump out of the water, as if there is spirituality.

The sun refracted the light of the water, and the light mist of the mountain streams and rivers formed a crooked rainbow, which made everyone's eyes widen.

The birds and finches bought were all locked in the cage and kept chirping, Su Duhan gave an order, and some of his subordinates opened the cage at the same time, and a group of birds and finches chirped into the sky, a small part fluttered their wings and flew high, and most of them flew into the pear grove not far away to perch.

The pear grove is only thirty or fifty meters away from the release pond, and it is the spring sunshine, and a pear blossom tree is like snow hanging all over the branches, and there is a fragrance floating in the distance.

After the people had made their merits, they followed the path to the pear grove and admired the early bloom of the pears. Su Duhan didn't know when he stood beside Murong Wei, holding a blooming pear blossom in his hand, and handed it to her with a smile, breathing clearly and shallowly: "Do you want me to put a hairpin for Awei?"

Flowers are like snow, stamen dyed with frost, and they are tears from people. Murong Wei didn't contaminate his breath, gently pushed his hand, and sent the flower back: "Cousin, this is a quiet place for Buddhism, how can you act abruptly." After coming out for a long time, my aunt woke up about the same time, so let's go back early. ”

Murong Wei was finally willing to speak, although her words were cold, Su Duhan felt that her scheming was not in vain. He justified himself and said with a slight bow: "What Ah Wei said is very true, but I just saw you standing under the tree, which is more beautiful than a pear tree, so I want to add icing on the cake." But I forgot, this is a pear blossom, and the pear is the same as the sound, how could I give this thing. ”

Pear is homophonic with the word, and most people in Xixia have taboos about pears and will not take this as a gift. If you are a parent and brother, you will not eat a pear, but you are afraid that you will inadvertently end up separated.

Su Duhan always showed to investigate, but Murong Wei always didn't answer. She didn't say much to Su Duhan, turned her head to look for Xia Lanxin, and saw Xia Lanxin standing under a pear tree in a daze, not knowing what was on her mind, so she called her from afar.

Seeing that Murong Wei didn't answer his words, Su Duhan only thought that he was still angry at what he said about going to the border city, thinking that since Murong Wei was willing to speak, she was sure that she couldn't let go of her childhood friendship. Su Duhan was not in a hurry, only smiled indulgently, let go of the way, and let her go to find Xia Lanxin.

Wen Wan sprinkled a few tears in front of the Buddha, her heart was empty, and when she saw that there was a bucket of sticks on the incense table on the side, she bowed to the incense again, knelt down and held the bucket, prayed silently in her heart, shook the bucket a few times, and dropped a stick.

Wen Wan bowed again, held the sign in her hand and looked at it carefully, and saw the fly-headed small block engraved on the head of the stick: Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that Emperor Chun deeply trusts the cuckoo.

It's not Wen Wan's heart at the moment, and I don't know how to understand. She put down the sign and turned around, but Master Shiga was standing at the door of the hall, his tall figure against the sun, and his gray robe seemed to have golden light.

Wen Wan saluted the master again, asking the master to give advice, Master Shijia smiled slightly, and said loudly: "The matter is man-made, the girl has already made a judgment in her heart, and there is no need to say more." ”

It was like a Buddhist language, and her heart suddenly opened up, and she saluted the master and said goodbye. Afraid that everyone would see the clues, they refreshed up before returning to the meditation room to serve. Seeing that Chu Zhaohui had woken up, he and Mingzhu served her to freshen up and change her clothes as usual.

Chu Zhaohui saw that everyone had gathered, so he led everyone to eat a cup of tea at Master Shijia, talked some gossip, and saw that it was not early, before getting up to say goodbye, Master Shijia sent them out of the temple gate, and everyone slowly went down the mountain.

When the sun sets, the sky is full of glow and brilliance like a bright cloud brocade, reflecting the red and blue water in the sky. The mountain road circled, but after walking a few steps, looking back at the small temple, it has long been hidden in the green mountains and green water.

This night, Wen Wan did not rest with Chu Zhaohui like she had done in the past, but after serving her to lie down, she ignored the darkness of the night, only carried a dim silk silk palace lamp, quietly stepped on the wide plank between the boats, and knocked on Murong Wei's cabin door.

Xia Lanxin had already rested in her cabin, Murong Wei had just finished bathing, her hair was still stained with wet mulberry leaf water, and she was being served by tassels and twisting her hair.

Wen Wan came abruptly, Murong Wei only thought that there was something wrong with her aunt's side, because she was close to Xia Lanxin's room, she was afraid of disturbing her rest, so she loosened her half-dried hair, put on a jacket, and invited Wen Wan into her studio.

Murong Wei loves Danqing, and in order to pass the long journey, she set up a quiet studio on the official ship, which is rarely visited on weekdays, and it is extremely clean, and the two talk here.

Wen Wan entered the studio, and saw a half-painted brush on the big case, and on the cascading Mo Lan, a butterfly fluttered its wings, as if it was about to spread its wings and fly. When he touched the two lines of the poem on it, he said gently, so he picked up the pen and signed the name of the poem in the upper right corner of the painting.

"Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring", Murong Wei gently read the poem Wen Wan mentioned on it, and her clear eyes flashed a trace of clarity.

The gentle words are good, the pen is also excellent, after mentioning the poem, she did not put the pen, but lightly hooked a few times, another butterfly also lifelike standing on the petals, two butterflies nestled and lingered, as if they were living in a double habitat.

Wen Wan put aside her paintbrush, smiled at Murong lightly, hugged her softly like in the previous life, and called her name softly for the first time: "Ah Wei, your sister Wan is back." ”

This is the first time in this life that Wen Wan has called Murong Wei to be Awei, and she has not politely called her Princess Wei again. Wen Wan's eyes looking at Murong Wei were also complex and changeable, with sadness, guilt, confusion, sadness, and more joy.

Wen Wan read softly: "Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, my sister is a human being in two lives, and I still can't tell whether Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies or butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou, but my sister is the same as me?"

That look is less alienated and polite than usual, how the same as the tolerant and pitying gaze of the previous life, this is the gentleness that Murong Wei is familiar with. She burst into tears, grabbed Wen Wan's hand tightly, and asked tremblingly, "When did my sister come?"

"I've been filial piety for five years, and I only found out the past today, when did my sister come from?" Wen Wan also had tears in her eyes, and she hugged Murong Wei tightly in her arms.

The two of them seemed to be dumb, but they heard it clearly, and they both had a lot of things in their hearts that they wanted to confide in each other.

"Xiaozhao?" This is a year name that Murong Wei has never heard, she heard it in a fog, held her gentle hand and said tremblingly: "I came back from the tenth year of the millennium, died in that fire, and returned to the ninth day of the first month of the seventh year of Chongming in the blink of an eye. )