The one hundred and twenty-fifth pansy is green lotus color

“…… Qin Ying, are you back? Ah Bi was sitting in the hall cleaning up the tea set on the table, when she heard a different sound at the door, and when she looked up, she saw Qin Ying pick up the curtain and come in.

Qin Ying nodded, and after approaching Abi, Qin Ying put down Zhangchang's painting, knelt beside her, and helped take the huge and bulky red clay stove before saying with a smile: "Is Sumire in the backyard now?" ”

Abi glanced at Qin Ying and responded, "Sumire is copying scriptures in the wing." She hadn't seen Qin Ying for more than half a year, and she felt that Qin Ying in a veiled green shirt had grown taller.

Qin Ying couldn't help but sigh secretly when she heard this, Sumire and Lishi were really a pair of fate.

"And the chest of drawers standing here as usual?" Qin Ying asked with one hand pointing to the side while holding the stove.

Abi looked at Qin Ying's figure in a daze, and only replied for a long time that it was right. It turned out to be her own illusion, Qin Ying didn't grow taller, but this veiled green shirt lined her figure as slender as a bamboo. I really want to ask Qin Ying how she is doing recently, whether she is really praying for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in the palace as the rumors say.

However, before Ah Bi could speak, Qin Ying seemed to see through Ah Bi's heart, she picked up the painting on the ground, leaned over to Ah Bi and said, "Time is a little tight, I'll go to the backyard to see Sumire first, and then I'll catch up with you later." ”

Ah Bi's eyes stared at Qin Ying's departing back, and she deeply felt that she seemed to have grown up and her temperament had become mature. Qin Ying, she is no longer the handyman in the Zhonglu Pavilion in the past, who can be sent by everyone.

The bustard mother stood silently, so angry that she couldn't say a word.

Qin Ying didn't squint when he entered the door, and it was clear that he was despising himself. After she entered the door, she actually talked with Ah Bi very happily, obviously still taking the past relationship with Zhong Luge geisha to heart, but she only looked down on herself.

Moreover, Qin Ying took a tael of silver as a fee for entering the pavilion - this is countless times more than the money she used to transfer as a small servant in Zhonglu Pavilion - but she did not go in the normal order to meet the geisha like a benefactor.

What did Qin Ying think of Zhong Lu Pavilion as a place?

The bustard's face was very unsightly, and her hands clutched the belt of her clothes.

"Sumire." Qin Ying entered the West Cross Courtyard with ease, and after greeting a few geisha sitting in the courtyard in the shade, he walked to the door of the wing room and shouted.

Qin Ying was poked into a hedgehog by the curious eyes of the geisha at this time, but she didn't mean to talk to them deeply.

After she sent this painting, she had to rush to Xingdaoli to see Empress Xiao, please ask Empress Xiao to do a serious thing, there is still a curfew in various markets in Chang'an City at night, so Qin Ying can't delay.

"--Qin Ying, are you back?" Sumire heard the voice she hadn't heard for a long time, and stood up abruptly with excitement, the corners of her sleeves hooked to the edge of the table, and a few times shook, and the freshly ground ink in the inkstone almost poured out.

She trotted out of the wing room with her skirt, and didn't notice that the pen she was holding in her hand hadn't been put down, and she saw Qin Ying standing outside with a painting as tall as her.

"I heard rumors that you went into the palace to pray for His Royal Highness the Prince, is it true?" Sumire stood to the side, letting go of half of her body and motioning for Qin Ying to enter the door.

Qin Ying was reluctant to go in, but after thinking about it, she couldn't tell her alone, so she took off her shoes and went inside.

Sitting next to the table in the room, Qin Ying put down the painting and said, "This is naturally true." I was working at the Hanlin Academy, where I met a teacher. He asked me to hand over this painting to you while Mu Xiu was leaving the palace. ”

Sumire was speechless for a long time by Qin Ying's news, and pursed her lips a few times before saying, "...... Is he okay? ”

"On the surface, I look in good spirits, but I don't know much about the actual situation. After all, he only got closer to Li Chunfeng. Qin Ying said, pushing the painting in front of Sumire's eyes, but did not press the "Diamond Sutra" that Sumire was copying.

Sumire lowered her eyes to look at the scroll that had not yet been opened, and squinted slightly, as if she was remembering something.

Qin Ying saw Sumire take a deep breath, then reached out and tore off the ribbon tied to the roll, and a portrait of Maitreya appeared in the vision of the two.

"Nothing else for you to hand over?" Sumire looked at the Buddha statue calmly and asked slowly.

Hearing this, Qin Ying fumbled with the purse on his body, and only found a square handkerchief.

I remember that this is a token that the master let the shopkeeper of Xixinzhai recognize. Qin Ying was about to hand it to Sumire, when she saw her lying on the portrait of Maitreya, her shoulders trembling silently.

Qin Ying knew that Sumire was crying.

Qin Ying was born not to comfort others in this regard. I haven't figured out the trajectory of my Red Luan Star yet, how to guide others. Seeing this, she didn't know what to say, so she could only silently put the handkerchief in Sumire's hand.

Sumire lifted her crying face, and cried even more fiercely when she saw this veil.

"I probably know something about you and the master. Since the current situation cannot be changed, you should not be too sad. Qin Ying felt that she needed to say something comforting, but as soon as the words came out, she wanted to beat herself up first. Isn't it true that when you say this kind of thing, you are adding fuel to the fire and falling into the ground?

However, Sumire was stronger than Qin Ying imagined. She held the case and cried for a while, then straightened her waist and replied to Qin Ying with a pear blossom with rain, I saw a pitiful smile: "Hmm." ”

Qin Ying looked at such a violet, it was very uncomfortable, and she wanted to pat the other party's shoulder to show concern, and suddenly heard Sumire say: "Do you know what my stage name, Sumire, means?" ”

"I don't know." Although Qin Ying has told a lot of lies in front of people, she is very honest in what she doesn't know.

She put the handkerchief painted with the statue of Guanyin into her purse, then took out a blank handkerchief, wiped the corners of her eyes, and said lightly: "Violet and green lotus are both light purple. When I was a child, he taught me to draw, and when he saw that I always dipped my pen in the light purple on the plate, he smiled and drew a lotus flower, saying that it was what I looked like in his heart. I painted a mural of the warp for Hongfu Temple, and when he knew that he would write a letter in the future, it was light purple with his pen. ”

Qin Ying's back trembled slightly when he heard this. She guessed that the two childhood sweethearts were friends with each other, but she didn't know that these two people had been so close since childhood. Even when they grow up, they can't see each other, and they still miss each other.

Sumire sniffed hard, pointed to the small characters in the lower left corner of the portrait of Maitreya and said, "Qin Ying, look at the inscription on the painting." ”

Seeing that the years, months and days above were all written in light purple, Qin Ying's tears couldn't hold back any longer, and burst out at that moment.

Sumire didn't see Qin Ying bow her head and wipe away her tears, and said to herself: "He asked you to send this portrait of Maitreya just to make me break off my delusions about him." But I couldn't let it go anyway. Just by looking at the qiē of the Buddha, I can think of him. He's reciting the Buddha, and I'm reciting him. ”