The night was deep, the moon was in the sky, Chu Yunxi was lying in the center of the white jade in the middle of the quadrangular pavilion, with a layer of white tiger skin blanket under his body, and a satin quilt like white plum blossoms on a red background. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The heat of the confession is constantly transmitted to the whole body. After several years of conditioning, she still can't cure the cold. Her eyes were wide open, sometimes listening to the chirping of birds in the distance, and sometimes staring at the light of the moon shining through the bamboo forest. Although she was reluctant, she had to admit that what kept her awake was the sword book left by Bai Biao, although she pretended not to care in front of Lu Yan in the evening, but when she saw her beloved sword book being made like that, her heart still hurt slightly. Anyway, she couldn't sleep, so she simply got up, put on her coat, lit a candle, sat in front of the bookcase by the candlelight, and carefully flipped up the sword book.

Chu Yunxi thought that the candlelight was too dim and her eyes were dazzling, she rubbed her eyes, put the last page of the sword book close to the candlelight, and took a look at it herself, the original ink on the crumpled page had all faded, leaving only a line of clear handwriting: "If you have any questions, you can go to the Golden Pavilion, see the poems in the brocade box on the bookshelf, those who have a soul can understand themselves." ”

She was stunned for a moment, and slowly remembered that the Golden House was a place to hide books behind the bamboo in the courtyard. Bai Biao is a lover of books, every time he travels to bring back some fragments of manuscripts, and later in order to keep it properly, he built a place in the bamboo forest in the courtyard to put books, which is here. She had passed by a few times, and she didn't dare to go in when she saw that the door was closed, who knew that Bai Biao actually used this way of playing dumb riddles and hide-and-seek to guide her forward, she really threw herself into the ground with the five bodies that her uncle admired.

Without further ado, Chu Yunxi dressed neatly, tucked the sword spectrum in his belt, turned the candle on a little more, and walked lightly in the direction of the Golden Pavilion.

The bamboo forest was deep, and the circle of light formed by the faint candle flame fluttered deep with her footsteps. There was silence all around, and the dense bamboo shadows were piled up on the ground haphazardly. Her slender figure was torn apart by the candle flame and the moonlight at the same time, tiled on the dense bamboo shadows.

A neat line of stone steps greeted her like a royal guard of honour, and she lifted the hem of her skirt and climbed the steps, the faint candlelight reflecting the closed blue lacquer door. She tentatively pushed the door, but it opened in surprise.

She looked in with the candle probe, and the room was pitch black, and then she listened quietly for a while, and made sure that there was nothing unusual, and then she dared to enter. As soon as I took two steps after entering the door, the door behind me closed automatically with a crisp sound. She turned around when she heard the sound, but saw that the door was closed, half surprised and half admired, thinking that there was some mechanism in the blue lacquer door that made the door open and close automatically without restrictions.

What's even more amazing is that there are ten large bookcases neatly placed in this room, and the bookcases are displayed with exquisite carved Nanmu letters. Bai Biao had also been gone for a while, and no one had come during this time, so the shelves were covered with dust.

Chu Yunxi picked up the back door duster and swept it gently along the bookshelf, and the dust kicked up, choking her so much that she couldn't open her eyes. She coughed a few times, thinking that tomorrow morning she would have to clean up the place with Lu Yan.

She covered her nose with her sleeves, looking at the mountains and seas of books, she couldn't help but feel her heart, and her natural love for books and reverence for knowledge made her excited and emotional. She couldn't wait to find the manuscript of the poem shown in the sword book, hoping to get a glimpse of Bai Biao's poetry.

She counted the bookshelves row by row, searched for letters one by one, and found many interesting things, such as many strange collections that Bai Biao had collected when she was wandering outside, each of which could make her fiddle for a long time, and a whole bag of customs clearance documents with different names, identity certificates and other things, which he thought he had deliberately forged for the convenience of travel. She was busy for a long time and finally found a jade-colored brocade box, the brocade box is slightly smaller than the Nanmu letter, the brocade box is carved in the middle of a red brocade box with a red ribbon fastened, and the other end is tied with a red lacquer painting box.

She took out the two things as if she were holding a treasure, untied the ribbon and opened the brocade box first, and a white manuscript of poems lay quietly in her fingertips, and the cover of the manuscript was nominated "Untitled" in upright italic calligraphy.

Because her hands were covered with dust, she was afraid of staining the pages, so she wrapped her hands in a handkerchief and gently took out the poems, the pages were smooth and thin like silk yarns, and the candlelight could pass lightly through one page and shine on another, but the light was not lost at all, as if there were countless small holes hidden in the pages, which could filter the light, and a red plum was printed in the lower right corner of each page.

She roughly browsed through it, each page of the poem manuscript is composed of five columns of large characters and five columns of small characters, the big characters are some poems without a beginning and no tail, no title and no paragraph, the large characters are copied in regular script in Yan style, square and square, rules and regulations, and the small characters are interspersed on the left side of the large characters, which seem to be about the annotations of the verses, both in line and cursive, the line is smooth and elegant, and the cursive is uninhibited.

Chu Yunxi recognized Bai Biao's handwriting, and at a glance, he knew that the cursive small character annotation was written by Bai Biao, and as for the large italic characters and the annotation of this line of calligraphy, it was written by another person who did not know it. She guessed that the manuscript of the book was most likely a collaboration between Bai Biao and others, but it was unknown who this person was.

She put the manuscript back in the brocade box. I opened the picture box again, and sure enough, there was only one painting in it. She took the brocade box and the picture box away from the Golden House, cleaned her hands, put the scroll on the desk and rolled it open, and the painting depicted a girl leaning on the sycamore waiting for people at dusk, the girl's face was haggard, describing sorrow, obviously looking forward to returning to the people, worrying about it. On the side of the painting is a small order: the sunset is slanting, and the autumn wind is cold. Tonight, the old man will not come, teach people to stand up the shadow of the sycamore. I don't know who wrote this painting, but the poem is written by the same person as the text in the poem.

She was sleepy, in an excited mood, just thinking about reading the poems quickly, regardless of the cold and heavy wind at night, only a few coats casually, sitting in front of the bookcase, and reading them with full attention, most of the poems in the manuscript are sad and lingering, poignant and gorgeous, what "vines and roots breathe together, goodbye must wait for when" what "the moon falls with the mountain, the name of the mountain is unknown. will be poor and blue, and the land will be hidden" and so on, it is really a thousand lovesickness, ten thousand customs. Although she has read a lot of poems, most of them are serious Tang poems and the chic and wild coquettish Wei and Jin dynasties, but she has never read such beautiful and touching love poems.

Occasionally reading a few explicit confession hints, she couldn't help blushing and heartbeat, and it took a long time to suddenly realize that this was actually a love poem manuscript. As a dignified and decent lady, reading this kind of thing is really unseemly and contrary to etiquette.

The valley is isolated from the world, but it is separated by time, and time seems to be a pair of twins, walking side by side in two parallel tunnels between the valley and the world.

Winter passes quietly, spring dances, everything is thriving and vibrant, and all kinds of colors are decorated with new colors, gorgeous and beautiful. Luyan is a young girl, in the prime of her life, when it is March in the spring, she should be full of thoughts, but she can't help herself, sighing all day long.

Chu Yunxi saw that she was depressed and asked her what happened, Lu Yan pulled her aside and whispered: "Miss, I won't tell you, my uncle has been gone for several months, and there is not much rice and grain stored at home. ”

Chu Yunxi has been pampered since she was a child, how can she ever worry about her livelihood, even if she fled here for a few months, what she thinks about in her heart is still some profound literary and martial arts, where can she think that the major events of life are nothing more than eating and drinking, how many Qing scholars and celebrities who recognize themselves as high have bent their heads for this, and not bending their waists for five buckets of rice is just a high-sounding scene, once hungry, few people can escape. She has always lived a life like fireworks in the world, and at this moment, she finally feels the hardships and difficulties of survival in the world. She can only pick up the old method and sell paintings to supplement the family, but in the past, Biyin was outside, and she didn't bother much, but now she can't, her mother doesn't ask about anything, she is the head of the family, and she is responsible for making money to support the family. Although she was still a little depressed at the thought of asking her to have a daughter in order to live and let her breath down, she was naturally a little depressed, but for the sake of this family and her relatives, she was naturally duty-bound.

Chu Yunxi's mind was set, so she told the three maids and the nurse Luochun about her idea of selling paintings out of the valley, she was afraid of disturbing her mother's Qingxiu, and she was also afraid of worrying her mother, so she didn't tell Bai Qiao. Luo Chun disagreed at first, thinking that it was too dangerous and unruly, she persuaded for a long time, and promised to let the three girls accompany her together, fortunately, Qing Chun also knew some martial arts, Luo Chun couldn't stand their soft grinding and hard bubbles and had to reluctantly agree. Since Lu Yan and Qing Chun have to go out to make money, they can't waste their good skills in knitting female celebrities, so they simply make some embroidery overnight and buy them together according to the old rules.

Everyone worked together, together to contribute, everyone changed the laziness of doing nothing in the past, all made enough twelve points of strength, each prepared to go separately, these days especially Biyin is the most diligent, she is noisy by nature and does not like to be quiet, as long as you think that you can go out of the valley when you don't think about it, she jumped up and down excitedly, dancing with her hands. Several of their juniors were in full swing, and Luochun was not idle, she made a small gift for Chu Yunxi to surprise her.

Chu Yunxi divided the brushes and painting utensils, and selected a few works that he was most satisfied with, and rolled them up in a cloth wrap. When she was busy, Luo Chun came in with a smile behind her back.

Chu Yunxi enthusiastically pulled Luo Chun's arm and said, "Chun, why are you here?" ”

Luo Chun pouted and shook her head, and suddenly smiled again, and she mysteriously took a bulging big black cloth bag from behind her.

Chu Yunxi pointed with a smile: "Give it to me." ”

Luo Chun nodded.

Chu Yunxi stretched out his hand to take it, opened it and saw that inside was a beautiful high-topped wide-brimmed light gauze hat, the hat was made of slightly stiff bamboo strips as the skeleton, the top was stretched with cloth, and two white wide-brimmed ribbons hung from the top of the hat, and the brim was decorated with a very thin gauze net, and the inside of the hat was also decorated with a pearl curtain, so that even if the light gauze was blown by the wind, it was still difficult for outsiders to get a glimpse of her appearance from the pearl curtain.

Chu Yunxi didn't like it, he took the hat and turned it with a smile, the light yarn swayed with the wind, light and elegant, and the pearls collided with each other, crisp and beautiful. She put her hat on, tied the ribbon crosswise at her chin, tied it with a graceful bow, and the curtain was slightly longer and hung down to her stomach. Luo Chun estimated that after she grew up, her figure would definitely be taller, and the gauze curtain should be able to hang down to her shoulders.

She happily put her arms around Luo Chun's neck, and Luo Chun reached out a little on her forehead and smiled dotingly.

Smiling and laughing, she suddenly patted her head, as if she had forgotten something important, and she had just remembered it. She pulled away Chu Yunxi's arm around her, and took out a wrapped white cloth handkerchief from her sleeve. Chu Yunxi smiled crookedly: "What kind of good thing is it." ”

Chu Yunxi directly opened the handkerchief in Luo Chun's hand, and the handkerchief was wrapped in a piece of mutton fat white jade the size of a goose egg, the white jade was warm and dense, transparent and pure, white and flawless, like clotted fat, and the mist rose in the face of light, like a dream.

Chu Yunxi held it in his hand, looked at it over and over again, and remembered the origin of this piece of jade for a long time, which was left by the young man on the day of the spring banquet.

After a long time, she has long forgotten about this matter, if it wasn't for the inadvertent finding of Luochun today, I don't know how long it will take for this jade to see the light of day again. Since the boy left it, Chu Yunxi has put it on the shelf. Today seems to have the guidance of God, and the scene of that day reappeared in front of her eyes, the young man's appearance, clothes, the pear blossoms full of trees, the winding stream, and the young man's eyes and smile looking at her, as if they had never disappeared, but silently hibernated in an inconspicuous corner. She didn't have to struggle to recall, the scene automatically and clearly floated in her mind, so clear and natural, that she herself felt incredible.

Chu Yunxi took off the handkerchief and put the jade on the palm of his hand, only to feel that the palm was slightly hot, this jade was not only rare and precious, but also a piece of warm jade.

Luo Chun made a gesture for a while, saying that this jade was left in a pile of rags, if she hadn't looked for cloth to make a hat, this jade would have been thrown away with the rags.

She looked up and smiled gratefully at Luo Chun, who smiled cutely, kindly and considerately.

She lowered her head again, and gently rubbed up the carvings on the jade, the reverse side of the jade is a carp that has been fat and holds a lotus flower, meaning happiness and auspiciousness, and the upper part of the front of the jade is an unknown delicate and small bird standing on a cold and windy plum, and the lower half is a seal script of the word "Shi". At this time, she finally remembered the young man's name - Shi Jiaheng.

Luo Chun hung the jade around her waist, hoping that this auspicious jade pendant would bless her with peace and joy.

In the early morning of the next day, before the sky was bright, Chu Yunxi, Qingxu, Lu Yan, and Biyin set off with some good things. Chu Yunxi remembered the mantra for entering and exiting the secret passage given to her by Bai Biao, and took the three of them on the road calmly. The four of them held hands, passing through many dark passages, not daring to make the slightest mistake, among the three others, only Biyin was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat.

The four of them set up a simple painting stall in the most prosperous street market nearby, and a few landscapes, flowers and birds were hung on the easel. The painting stall is paved with a painting that Chu Yunxi is best at, this painting took a month, the painting is the famous Shunan Bamboo Sea that Shunan is proud of, the pen is meticulous and neat, the picture atmosphere is subtle and subtle, the painting style is even more elegant and beautiful, and it attracted many people to stop and watch.

Chu Yunxi sat reserved behind the easel, staring intently at the movement around the stall through the gauze curtain on the hat, the three girls were in front of her, Biyin was talking to the guests with a loud voice, Lu Yan introduced their embroidery to the guests, as for Qing Chun, she became Chu Yunxi's messenger, running around to deliver news to Chu Yunxi, Chu Yunxi is still a young lady after all, she doesn't have to go into battle in person to solicit business, she just needs to direct the decision on the side.

Although the bids of several guests were high, they could not reach Chu Yunxi's satisfaction, she has always loved her paintings, just like a mother treats her children, and she is forced to sell her paintings because of her livelihood. Although she was in dire need of money, it did not mean that she could sell her paintings cheaply at will, which not only insulted her meticulous paintings, but also insulted her dignity as a painter, so she resolutely refused to give in, and she could not give in at all.

After she explained the situation to the guests, one of them, an elderly man with a gray beard and a thin face, looked at the painting with disdain, brushed his beard with his back hand, and put on a shelf that knew how to appreciate the painting and pointed at the painting. Chu Yunxi listened intently in the back, originally humbly listening to his high theory, but soon realized that he was just deliberately selling his shallow and ignorant knowledge, so he laughed it off.

However, the onlookers were fooled by him and shook their heads and left the art stall. Biyin disrupted his business and hurriedly put away the painting, and said angrily: "I see that you always rely on the old and sell the old, and you don't buy it, and you still talk so much." ”

The old man smiled, took her arm, and said proudly, "Little girl, don't worry. This painting is good and good, but the painting is all dead things, and it is not interesting. If you can ask the painter to make up a few figures in this painting, so that the picture can achieve the harmony of the unity of people and scenery and the effect of people walking in the painting and people swimming in the scene. I will buy it at a high price, and I will not break my word. ”

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar, not to mention the difficulty of this painting realm, just to say that it is already difficult to make up for the finished painting without destroying the artistic conception of the original painting, not to mention that it is just right to add, and it is even more difficult. Everyone saw that this was the old man's deliberate difficulty, and secretly said in their hearts that they probably couldn't sell it.

Qing Chun conveyed the old man's meaning to Chu Yunxi, Chu Yunxi looked around, and said with a smile: "I will make it up to him." As he spoke, he got up and walked towards the art stall.