The wind spirit stared at the old woman's figure until she disappeared behind the curtain before opening the bolt. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Ah Qi muttered softly: "It's really weird and tight." ”

After a while, Weisheng came out of it, with an extra clay pot and a few stoneware tea bowls in his hand, and invited the four of them to sit at the stone table under the tree. He didn't recognize Fu Yanyan, he just thought he was an acquaintance in the wind spirit business, so he just hugged his hand casually and poured him a bowl of water.

He was not very old, but his shoulders and back were slightly rickety, his complexion was pale, and he was significantly thinner, all because he had been working in the Buddha cave since he was a child. From muddy walls to painting Buddha statues, from digging caves to painting walls, he has done everything, and no one in this industry knows everything. When I heard that it was entrusted by the wind spirit, I was full of promises.

"Unborn is a solid one." The wind spirit smiled and said to Fu Yanyan, "This matter is foolproof to him. ”

Feng Ling's praise made Weisheng blushed slightly, and waved his hand again and again, "Auntie praise, praise...... It's just being entrusted to do your best......"

Fu Yanyan put a small brocade bag on the table, "The painter counts, these fixed money is not enough." ”

Before he picked up the brocade bag, he couldn't help but be shocked, and it seemed to be a big gold cake. He couldn't feel at ease, so he asked Fu Yanyan: "I don't know why the nobles opened the cave with a lot of money?" If it is convenient, please also inform the villain to discuss with the statue maker which Bodhisattva statue to offer. ”

The wind spirit didn't know whether to tell the truth or not, so he just looked at Fu Yan and waited for him to answer on his own.

"Good teacher painter knows." Fu Yanyan said indifferently: "A certain Shazhou Governor, opening a cave is not for a certain oneself, but for the safety of fellow brothers, if there is a horse leather shroud, there is a place to support the loyal soul." ”

Weisheng was so shocked that he hurriedly stood up, panicked and didn't know how to salute, and said Nuo Nuo: "Since it is for me to be a Tang soldier, how can I accept the wealth of the captain, I really want to torture the villain......"

"Don't push the painter." Fu Yanyan didn't say much, and he seemed to be at a loss in the face of the panic of his life, but he just tried to slow down his tone and ordered him to put away the brocade bag.

"Duwei is the soul of his comrades, and the painter is his livelihood, both of you have a picture, and there is no reason to teach the painter to work in vain. If you refuse to accept it, and the Buddha Cave can be built in the future, it will be considered your merit, or will it be the captain's? Isn't it that the commander of the sect has lost his merits? Feng Ling speculated that such a small person as Weisheng was accustomed to being ignored by dignitaries and officials on weekdays, and probably did not dare to accept the money that was delayed, so he opened his mouth and pinched it, "You really have the heart, do the errand properly, and describe the mural vividly, it is serious." ”

Weisheng listened to the secret feeling that there was a great truth, nodded his head, and put away the brocade bag in fear.

Before saying goodbye, he patted his head and suddenly remembered an important matter, "After choosing the mountain wall, before opening the cave, the name and surname of the donor should be mentioned on the wall first, so as to show that there are people to support here, so as not to be seen by others to dig this wall first." The villain took the liberty to ask the surname of the captain, so that he could ask for the name tag of the donor first. ”

Fu Tanyan paused for a while, and said slowly: "You can mention the 'Shazhou Mansion Zhichong Duwei Fu Tanyan'." ”

As he spoke, there was a "clang" sound in the hut, as if there were clay artifacts falling to the ground, and everyone turned their heads to look at the hut together, and the hut was quiet again, and there was no movement from the side.

"The villain's mother, her legs and feet are not very convenient, I want to smash a jar without being careful." He explained.

Feng Ling was the first to stand up and walk out, "What should be entrusted has been entrusted, so let's leave first." You don't have to come to deliver it, it's important to go to the house and see your grandmother. ”

Weisheng hurriedly bowed to everyone, stepped across the small courtyard in a few steps, and went to the house to see his mother.

On the way back to the city, Feng Ling sat in the car, peeking through the curtain that was lifted from time to time on the window, and peeked at the delay several times. He rode a horse, following the carriage not far away, peaceful, unwavering, and he was unaware of the agitated careful thoughts in the car.

A gust of wind passed, and a few pink and white petals of unknown flowers fell to the car window, sticking to the stone blue curtain, and the wind spirit recalled the sea of apricot groves on the way back from Xizhou in a trance.

At that time, he rode his horse and walked slowly, and she was wrapped in his leather armor and iron breath, and let the pink petals of the rain caress her face. It was almost perfect, and at the moment I only felt that it was a dream of my own.

When the car was about to arrive at Zhechong Mansion, there was a knock on the wall of the car, Han Meng took the horse and asked outside the car, "Does Gu Niangzi have a family to pick up?" If no one answers, he will order the coachman to send Gu Niangzi back to ......"

Han Meng didn't speak, and laughed loudly, "It's that I asked more, and it seems that the Buddha slave has been waiting for a long time." ”

Feng Ling raised the curtain, and the corner of the house in front of him was parked, and it was really his own car, and the Buddha Nu walked back and forth in front of the car, and the wind spirit smiled and wanted to say hello, but saw that the face of the Buddha was full of clouds. Her heart sank suddenly, knowing that something bad must be wrong. And the Buddha slave can't deal with it, forcing him to be so anxious, I'm afraid there will be a big disadvantage.

The carriage slowly stopped, she took a deep breath, sank her heart, did not care to pretend to be dignified in front of Fu Yanyan, turned over and leaped, and first stood firm in the ground before the carriage stopped.

As soon as the Buddha Nu saw her, he hurriedly strode over, and saw that Fu Yanyan and Han Meng were holding the horse by the side of the car left and right, so he hurriedly stopped, and only waved his hand at the wind spirit in place.

Fu Yanyan turned over and dismounted, handed the reins to Han Meng, and walked towards the wind spirit, "Today's hard work Gu Niangzi, noon has passed, you might as well stay in the Zhechong Mansion to eat, coarse tea and light rice, Gu Niangzi is not smiling." ”

Fu Yanyan opened his mouth to invite her, and whether it was coarse tea and light rice or mountain delicacies, Feng Ling nodded in his heart, but looked at the Buddha slave who was already burning his eyebrows in embarrassment. She gritted her teeth and forcibly suppressed the surging hope in her heart, and bent her knees to Fu Yan ruthlessly, "Du Wei is polite, it's not that Feng Ling is pretentious, it's just that my steward is in a hurry, I'm afraid that there is something urgent in my cloth workshop, and I will remember it first, and if I have leisure another day, Feng Ling will be cheeky to receive it." ”

Fu Yanyan followed her gaze, and the Buddha's expression was really not good, and he nodded clearly, "In this case, Gu Niangzi, please take care of yourself." ”

Feng Ling straightened his legs and knees, turned to leave, and a strange tone came from behind his head, which was deliberately soft and stiff: "If you have any difficulties, you might as well send someone to deliver a message, don't be reckless in everything." ”

These words came unexpectedly, Feng Ling was stunned, she vaguely felt in her heart that the anxiety of the Buddha slave was afraid that it could not be separated from Liu Shuang, but it could not be accurate, judging from the words of Fu Yanyan, what he was thinking was roughly the same as what he was thinking.

A trace of irritation floated in the wind spirit's chest, and then a burst of joy swelled up in her thoughts, which made her heart tremble slightly: his concern was so abrupt, but it was really powerful. Looking back at him, Fu Yanyan had already turned around and walked towards the gate of the Zhichong Mansion, leaving only a departing back for her.