Jiangnan has been a romantic place since ancient times, in addition to the Lanting gathering in Xishan, once a year, there is also the Phoenix Terrace in Muchuan City, which is antique. At that time, there were countless world-famous figures, leaving countless old things that future generations can recall.

The woman who claimed to be the master of the plum forest in the past, Zeng Siqin, also had a wonderful mind, and there are still scholars who still remember the romantic old things, and remember the song "Meditation" every year when the new snow is covered in the red plums.

No one knows why she withered, not even when she died, and after a few poetic memorials under her name, they were gone. The world is greedy for the new and tired of the old, time passes, Jiangnan is talented, that wisp of plum fragrance, a song of ancient music, except for the real painful people, who else will never forget?

"So, that painting was painted by your sister Mei Ying for Zen Master Ming?" Wency asked.

Fang Niang held a cold plum tea with well water and nodded.

Wen Xi asked again: "It's been a long time, why did you send this painting to the Stillwater Monastery?" ”

Fang Niang smiled lightly, and the corners of her mouth flashed with a hint of mockery, "I think I'm unwilling." ”

Wency frowned.

"This girl, my two sisters were born lonely, bumpy and difficult to speak, and never had any ambitions, only the word peace." She said, with a slight bitterness on her face, and shook her head, "It's just that fate always has its own difficulties, and it's hard to guard, my sister she, she was too stupid, so she gave her life in vain." ”

"How did she die?" Wen Xi listened to her words, as if she had something inside.

Fang Niang smiled sadly, "She should have died of illness." ”

"Should it be?" Wen Xi was surprised, these two words were a little weird, no one should have died of illness in the prime of life.

Fang Niang sighed and said: "In May of that year, she felt hot wind and coughed non-stop, I invited a decoction medicine gentleman on East Street to see my sister's illness, the illness didn't matter, I took a few medicines, and after a few days, it was almost better." ”

As she spoke, she glanced at Wincy and said, "Girl, have you ever been sick?" ”

Wen Xi was stunned for a moment, people eat cereals, it is normal to be sick, as long as it is not serious, it will not give her life, she has been sick, and it is a little serious, although her life is okay at the moment, but it is not far away, she is not good at talking about herself, she just nodded.

Fang Niang continued: "People are naturally sick and old, but my sister's illness is a little different, she is better today, but tomorrow she will be serious." This was also ordinary, sick, inevitably repeated, but she went back and forth like this for more than a month, and the prescription was changed and changed, and it always worked for a day or two, but it was a little more serious, until the middle of June of that year, my sister was as thin as firewood, and her mouth could not speak. ”

"This ......," Wen Xi also heard something unusual, and she asked, "What about Mr. Tangyao's medicine?" ”

"His medicine is symptomatic, but his medical skills are also ordinary, a friend of my sister later recommended another wise doctor to come and see, and it was just a feeling of heat, in fact, the medicine prescribed was not much different, but my sister was sick day by day, and then went." Fang Niang said, although her tone was light and there were no waves, but the sadness in it was moving.

Although Wen Xi felt a little unusual, she couldn't feel anything unusual, she said, "Do you still have those prescriptions?" She thought maybe she could show Xuanchen.

Fang Niang shook her head: "It's not because of the prescription, my sister is gentle by nature, and she doesn't have any enemies, when people see us two orphan girls, even if they have malice, why bother to put us to death so hard." Her life is miserable, alas...... The girl should not know that there is a way to die in the world, which cannot be said and leaves no traces, and she, she is actually in love with death. ”

Wen Xi was suddenly startled, "Love is dead......"

Fang Niang smiled bitterly: "There are deaths of illness, old deaths, horizontal deaths, lovesickness deaths, sorrow to death, and death due to bitterness, it is not unusual." ”

Wen Xi couldn't help but feel a slight flutter in his heart, how did he die like this?

Fang Niang breathed a long sigh of relief, she really felt extremely depressed, she couldn't help but stand up, pushed open the window sash, outside the window, a breeze, slightly dispelled the stuffiness in her heart, "That Mr. Tang Yao soon went out to travel, I haven't seen him for a long time, until last winter, Muchuan fell a fine snow, I went out to buy silk thread, but saw him riding a thin donkey back, he saw me, and said one thing to me, he said that he healed my sister that year, in fact, very attentively, because my sister has a thin reputation in the city, if he cures her, Wouldn't he be able to make a name for himself? ”

"It's just that my sister's repeated illness is weird, and he can't do anything when he searches the medical books, but it's just a hot feeling, why did he give his life? Later, my sister died, and he felt that he was not good at his studies, so he went out to study with famous doctors, and traveled around, gradually encountering some strange diseases, and became more knowledgeable. ”

Fang Niang said, holding on to the window frame, and took a deep breath, as if she was enduring great sadness, and finally her tone was difficult to maintain calm.

Wency poured another cup of tea and stepped forward to hand it to her.

She took the tea, and a layer of damp water droplets hung on the cold cup wall, slowly flowing down her fingertips, "He said that over the years, he has been to all parts of the north and south of Zhongzhou, and even Kunlun City, which is far away in Jinhua Kingdom, has visited it, so he can't help but have more knowledge. One day, he spent the night in a small village, and there was a daughter of a rich family in the village, and it was also a summer day in June, and she felt a hot wind, and she was sick for a long time, and often repeatedly, for some reason, that night suddenly became ill again, and the rich family did not have time to ask for a doctor in the city, and when he heard that he was a doctor, he sent his family to invite him, and Mr. Tang Yao went to see it, and felt that the pulse and sickness were the same as my sister's, and he was a little frightened by the death of my sister, and he did not dare to write down to prescribe medicine, and recommended to the rich family a famous doctor he was going to visit in a nearby state. ”

Later, the famous doctor was invited and prescribed medicine, but in five or six days, the young lady was fine, and Mr. Tang Yao was greatly admired, and asked for a prescription to see, but found that the medicine he prescribed to my sister was not much different, and there was nothing particularly clever." Fang Niang said, looking at Wen Xi.

Wen Xi asked, "Is it because the herbs are different?" ”

Fang Niang shook her head: "They are all ordinary wind-dispelling and antipyretic medicines, and the medicinal materials are good or bad, but they just increase or decrease." She stopped Wen Xi's words and continued: "The medicine prescribed by the doctor is not different, but his treatment is different, he said to the rich family, if you want to save your daughter, you must listen to him in everything, and you can't disobey it at all, otherwise it will be difficult for Daluo Immortal to save." ”