1287 hated without wings under the ribs

When the rain is clear, it looks like you're floating in the clouds.

Because of this unexpected spring rain changed the itinerary that seemed to be planned in advance, two days before the rain, it was like bringing spring fragrance and Ling Xiao came to Fuyun Nunnery, when the peach blossoms had not fallen, as if she was chanting with the abbot here, listening to her and her disciples practice Buddhism, in the sound of wooden fish and chanting, it was like many days of ups and downs of the heart gradually returned to quiet. After that, it is like quietly enjoying the peach blossoms in the peach blossom forest outside the Fuyun Nunnery, the peach blossoms here are much brighter than other places, the flowers are larger than other places, and the aroma is better than other places, as if it is the cigarettes here that nourish the peach blossoms, so that they have spirituality, so they bloom more beautifully than other places.

When it rains, it is like walking through the peach blossom forest with an oil-paper umbrella, meditating step by step, and unconsciously reaching the depths of the peach blossoms.

Guan Lingxiao quietly followed behind him, and when he saw that he threw away the umbrella and held a peach blossom to drench in the rain quietly, he also learned from the other party's appearance and threw away the umbrella in his hand, and let the peach blossom light rain caress his cheeks, "It turns out that the rain can also be so poetic." ”

Guan Lingxiao's sudden appearance was startled, and when he suddenly looked back, Guan Lingxiao stood in front of him, his face that had been gently touched by the rain seemed to be covered with a thin layer of light mist, making his young face also give people a hazy beauty like this peach blossom.

It was as if a gentle gaze flickered across Ling Xiao's face, and then landed on the flowerless empty branch on his side, "Such a rain is poetic or not poetic, but it is a beautiful enjoyment in my opinion, but others feel that this is a self-toss at the expense of their bodies." ”

Guan Lingxiao said with a smile; "As long as you don't think it's a toss, don't care what others think."

He nodded in agreement, "Many times I envy you who were born on the grassland and are not bound by etiquette, like a flower that walks freely, and you love to fall as you like." ‘

Guan Lingxiao Road; "I was very eager to become a Han before the Central Plains in the future, and now I know that your life is not easy, then there are rules everywhere, but if you are not in a rich family, just simply do not ask about the world, do it at sunrise, and rest at sunset will be less restrained."

seems to agree with Guan Lingxiao's words, "When I was a child, I didn't admire Tao Yuanming very much, thinking that his seclusion was an escape, but now I know the ignorance at that time, and it takes courage and wisdom to be able to give up the prosperity of the world and return to seclusion willingly, not to face the son of heaven, not to envy the prince." ”

"What kind of person is Tao Yuanming?" Because of his limited knowledge, Guan Lingxiao was curious when he heard Tao Yuanming mentioned, so he concisely told Guan Lingxiao about Tao Yuanming's ordinary but extraordinary life.

"Madame admires Tao Yuanming so much, but because of the unsatisfactory situation in the palace, she is eager to let go of a quiet life under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, but in reality, there are too many stumbling blocks that make it impossible for Tao Gong to be as chic as Tao Gong was at the beginning?" Guan Lingxiao said a word of heaven-shattering, as if he didn't expect this young descendant to be able to see his heart so thoroughly, maybe he was also born in the royal family and experienced too many involuntary reasons, could it be that this is the so-called same fallen people at the end of the world, why should they have known each other when they meet.

Guan Lingxiao saw that she was silent as if she lowered her head, and was speechless for a long time, and knew that she had just said her heart, "Madame is pregnant, so don't be in the rain for too long, you will catch a cold." Guan Lingxiao's words were just right, and then he picked up the umbrella that was thrown on the ground as if it were open.

Being so concerned by this man who was much younger than herself seemed to have an involuntary warmth in her heart, but she never spoke, and after waiting for the fatigue of the battle, she took her umbrella from Guan Lingxiao and returned to Fuyun Nunnery the same way.

It was already raining and the sky was clear, as if taking advantage of the rain on the peach blossoms, and hurriedly bringing spring incense to collect the remaining rain and dew on the flowers.

Tomorrow Ruo plans to leave Fuyun Nunnery and return to the capital, and before returning to Beijing, she specially asked for a peace charm for Zi Qianxue, Yunkai and Anyi, and Chunxiang also asked for a peace charm for Xilouyue, the daughter of her sister Chunhong's family.

When parting, it was like leaving a large amount of sesame oil money in Fuyun Nunnery, and the abbot led a group of nuns to personally send it out of the temple.

At the foot of the mountain, Guan Lingxiao made a carriage for the two of them, and personally made the handlebar style like He Chunxiang.

There are many reasons why Guan Lingxiao is so willing to escort the master and servant back to Beijing, and at least for now, the obvious reason is that if he can take Ling Xiao to learn martial arts, as for other reasons, Guan Lingxiao can't really figure it out.

The carriage moved in an orderly manner along the flat road, and at dusk the carriage stopped in a sparsely populated village.

Guan Lingxiao saw a small inn in front of him, so he hurriedly jumped off the horse and said to the people in the car; "Ma'am, the noodle is the inn, but it seems to be a shabby game, shall we continue on our journey or will we spend the night here?"

As if pulling the curtain, he happened to catch a glimpse of a remnant sun on the horizon, and said to Ling Xiao after a little groaning; "Here it is."