The one hundred and seventieth round

Qin Ying blinked and asked rhetorically, "Does the fate master have a heart knot?" ”

Qin Ying, who was nervous, couldn't see it at all, and there seemed to be a lack of loneliness between the eyebrows of the Yuan Master.

She is now much better than in her last life. In the past, when she first entered the world, her heart was purely like a plain silk, and she couldn't observe words and colors. Now she can at least see some of the joy, anger and sorrow in people's expressions.

Seeing that the seven-faced face replied sternly, Qin Ying held his chin and said: "I haven't talked much to Master Yuan, I don't know much about him, but I can perfunctory the superficial friendship, where do I know his heart knot." ”

She was silent for a while, and suddenly thought that Master Yuan gave her a small vat of ice cubes some time ago, and asked her to leave the palace when Mu Xiu left the palace, the Xixinzhai of Upper East City took a painting and handed it over to the painting prostitute of Zhongluge in Pingkangfang.

Qin Ying ran an errand on the first day he left the palace, and handed over the painting as it was, which caused Sumire to cry.

At this time, Qin Ying, who was the middleman, knew completely that Sumire and Liyuan Shi really had a lot to do with each other.

After crying, Sumire wrote a handwritten letter, and asked Qin Ying to give it to the master.

Qin Ying didn't want to run this thankless leg. What's more, the identities of the two of them are there, and they can't be made at all. However, Qin Ying was in Zhong Lu Pavilion in the past, and she was taken care of a lot by Sumire, and if she didn't help, she didn't seem to be able to talk about it, so she accepted Sumire's handwriting and promised to hand it over.

However, she did a lot of things when Mu Xiu left the palace, and after returning to the palace, she was idle, but because she was not very anxious with her teacher, she forgot the Sumire handwritten book aside.

Thinking of this, she dripped cold sweat on a hot summer afternoon.

If it weren't for today's Yuanshi inviting herself to tea, leaving the meditation room and Ruqi by her side to ask more, she really didn't know how long she would delay that handwritten letter, and then give it to Yuanshi......

"Lantai, you send Ruqi out of the Hanlin Courtyard first. I'll go back to the wing room and pick up something. Qin Ying hurriedly put down this sentence and disappeared.

Su Huan and Ruqi glanced at each other, each surprised that the other's name was very girly, and their hearts were shocked. But fortunately, the face is still upright.

Qin Ying entered his Xunzi room and began to rummage through the boxes, looking for the handwritten letter written by Sumire herself.

After looking for more than half a moment, I turned over the chest of drawers and disappeared.

Her mood was a little flustered. I remember that I did receive Sumire's letter. Now I can't find it purely because of my own sloppiness. Qin Ying finally lifted the mat and sheet on the couch to find it, but there was still none.

Qin Ying, who was sitting motionless on the edge of the couch, was stunned for a long time, and then a flash of inspiration occurred. A few days ago, it seems that a palace attendant entered her room and washed her dirty clothes—could it be a handwritten book tucked in her robe?

I remember the fragile material of silk books, and the handwriting will be spent once it gets wet. Qin Ying's face turned pale with fright. She stood up at once and slammed the door out.

Running all the way to the place where the clothes were hung behind the wing room, Qin Ying followed the rows of fine linen ropes and found his own indigo plainclothes one by one.

The few small palace attendants assigned to Qin Ying were obviously extremely diligent, and they dealt with the dirty clothes on the same day, at this time, Qin Ying walked over and reached out to touch the dry texture of the clothes, and his feelings were very complicated.

"--Lord Qin." At this time, there happened to be her little palace attendant collecting clothes, and she saw Qin Ying's figure from a distance through two official uniforms. He bowed respectfully.

Qin Ying quickly took two steps to help him up, and reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "Thank you for your hard work on a hot day." I wonder if you noticed the silk book in your robe when you washed your clothes? ”

At this time, the little palace attendant's face suddenly turned red, and he didn't know if it was because the weather was too hot, or what.

He stepped back a little to get rid of his weakness, and stammered to reply, "Your Excellency, there is indeed a letter that has fallen in the left sleeve of the civilian clothes. However, Lord Qin's door has been locked for the past few days, so he can't return it to the adult. ”

Qin Ying stopped playing, and a big stone in his heart fell back to its original place.

The little palace attendant's face turned even redder under Qin Ying's grateful gaze, and he flew to the general compartment where he lived to get a handwritten book for Qin Ying.

She looked at his distant back in amazement. I wondered what the hell he was blushing.

When she saw the handwritten letter that had been opened, Qin Ying's face became ugly.

Seeing that Qin Ying's face was not good, the palace attendant hurriedly bowed again: "The handwritten book was accidentally blown open by the wind, and a corner ......"

Qin Ying didn't have to guess the latter words to know, the palace attendants who were washing clothes must have watched the contents of the handwritten book. I guess what is written above is more reverie. As a result, the palace attendants under Qin Ying were embarrassed to take the initiative to see her.

Qin Ying pretended not to understand the generosity, praised him a few words, and then found a secluded corner and dismantled it. The handwriting was hastily written, unstamped, but it can be seen from the scattered creases. Has anyone seen it.

Anyway, his palace attendants have seen it, and it seems that he has misunderstood something because of this, Qin Ying will be itchy if he doesn't get a glimpse of what is going on, and he will abandon the gentleman's style of "not peeping at people".

"Hiss......" She gasped as she looked away from her handwriting.

Sumire wrote a five-character poem on it. Qin Ying knew that the geisha in Pingkangfang Zhonglu Pavilion were all hidden, but she didn't know that in addition to painting, Sumire also had a talent for poetry that was not inferior to Zhaotan.

"Because you know Danqing, remember Jun to paint violet. Sijun makes people old, and I hope that you will live forever. [Note] "There is no signature at the back, but the hairpin flower is a unique handwriting of women, and it is not difficult to guess that this poem is from the hand of violet."

Even a rough person like Qin Ying, who doesn't know how to appreciate elegant art, can see that these two lines of hairpins are written on love poems, not to mention those palace attendants who have received various teachings when they entered the palace.

The little palace attendant blushed just now, probably guessing that Qin Ying had a good match, so he made a shy appearance at a loss.

Qin Ying resisted the urge to crumple the handwritten book into a ball and soak it into the patio, grabbed the corner of the handwritten book, and went to the Yuanshi's wing room to deliver the letter.

As soon as the fate master opened the door, Qin Ying stuffed the letter into his hand without saying a word, turned around and fled with a stiff expression.

She didn't dare to stay for a moment. I was afraid that the painting monk who strictly adhered to the precepts of the Yuan Master, after reading the Sumire handwriting, he couldn't help but break the vows, scolded her fiercely, and then completely broke off relations with her.

In fact, Qin Ying thought too much.

After closing the door and reading it, the person concerned kept his finger on the letter in circles with the word "violet", and finally threw it into the flames of the red clay stove with a blank face.

He craned his neck to look at the beams. In this way, you can ignore the brilliant tongue of fire **** to start the book, and the scene will be burned clean in a short time.

Note: Of course, I made up this poem. The third sentence is a quote from "Nineteen Ancient Poems, Lines and Lines". (To be continued.) )