Wanchun also has this intention, most of the most vigorous flower branches grow in the treetops, and the nun who picked the flowers is petite, and she can't pick one or two for half a day when she straightens her hand. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Minzhu stomped his feet anxiously, Wan Chun folded his sleeves and said with a smile: "You all come down, let me give it a try." ”

She was slender, and her body was longer than that of ordinary women, and the nun had already gotten down from the stool while she was talking, so Wanchun climbed onto the stool with Xiu'er's hand, searched carefully among the flowers, and only raised her arm for a while, plucked a plum blossom branch from a ball of red, and bowed her head and handed it to Minzhu.

Minzhu was overjoyed, and saw that there was another one on it, which was also growing very luxuriantly, so she pointed it out to Wanchun and asked her to pick that branch as well. Wan Chun promised her with a smile in her mouth, and straightened her hand again, but this time the flower branch was too tall, even she couldn't touch it completely. Wan Chun estimated the distance, tried his best to stand on tiptoe, jumped up suddenly, and really held the flower branch firmly in his hand. It's just that she only cares about picking flowers, and completely forgets that she is still standing on the stone bench at this moment, and she is happy when she jumps up, and when she falls, she is also happy, and with a plop, she falls into the snowy world.

bluffed Minzhu and Xiu'er, who were standing next to her, opened their hands to pull her together, Xiu'er was the fastest with her hands and feet, pulled Wanchun up, and hurriedly dusted off the snow particles on her body, fearing that the snow particles would break and wet her clothes, and then make her cold. It's just that the snow particles have only been dusted twice, and Xiu'er's eyes are cold and look at the snow, and she is looking at the red blood stains like plum blossoms, sprinkled into a ball.

She exclaimed, and hurriedly looked around Wanchun, and when she saw her forehead, she immediately said in shock: "How good is this, it's all broken." ”

She didn't say anything, but as soon as she said it, Minzhu and the nun also hurried forward, and saw that Wanchun's forehead was poked with a red mark by the flower branch, faintly dripping with blood beads. Minzhu hurriedly tore off the white silk handkerchief she was carrying, covered the wound for her, and asked the nun again, "Do you have plasters for bruises?" ”

The nun nodded and said, "Yes, yes, I'll bring it to you." It turns out that their nunnery is very famous in Nanjing because it was built by the Rong family, and because the Bodhisattva in the nunnery is almost all kinds of spirits, so it has always been prosperous. There are many visitors and pilgrims, when going up and down the mountain, it is inevitable to bump into it, the abbot is compassionate, and he ordered the nunnery to prepare a lot of ointment to fall and hit the damage, just in case of oil-proof stickers.

At this time, the child Ni quickly went to get the plaster, and Minzhu got started in person, while wiping off the blood stains and applying the plaster a few times, she said: "Sister Wan, you must remember not to get the meat and spicy and other things, and carefully leave the scars." ”

Wan Chun smiled: "I'm a medical student, so I naturally know these taboos. ”

Minzhu smiled slightly, smeared the plaster, Xiu'er remembered that the snow particles on Wanchun's body had not been dusted off, but with such a toss, the snow particles had already melted away, Wanchun was wearing a big dress with pearl white fox fur today, the most untouchable color, and the water marks from the snow particles were displayed on the clothes one by one, not to mention how much it was an eyesore. Even Minzhu bluntly said that it was a pity, for fear of ruining this dress.

The nun looked at them like this, and said with a smile: "This donor's clothes are wet, it is better to change them and dry them for a while, you will not be cold, there is also a hot spring pool in the backyard of our nunnery, which is the old gentleman of your mansion sympathized with the old lady's hard work in mountaineering, and specially ordered someone to build it." After it was built, the old lady only enjoyed it two or three times, and the two of you are both members of the Rong family, so you must have used the soup pool, and the old gentleman and the old lady would not mind. ”

She didn't say anything, Minzhu didn't even know that there was such a wonderful place, and when she heard the words, she clapped her hands and applauded: "Maybe this is the will of God, we should use that soup pool." As he spoke, he took Wan Chun's hand and let the nun lead the way.

After walking for a while, the sister-in-law and Xiu'er followed the nun to the soup pool, and when they entered the inner fruit, they saw that the clouds and smoke were swirling inside, and the heat was steaming, like a heavenly palace fairyland, and the ice and snow world outside were completely different looks. When the nuns waited for them to enter, they went to fetch three changes of clothes, and said: "This was originally the hot spring used by the royal family in the Xiaoliang period of the Southern Dynasty, and it was also called the holy spring. After the Lotus Nunnery was built, under the guidance of the old man, we knew that there was a holy spring here, and the four seasons were as warm as spring, which lasted for a long time, and the two of them could use it with confidence. ”

Wan Chun Minzhu and the others thanked her for her kindness, changed their clothes, and went into the soup pool. The spring water is really as the nun said, warm and pleasant, Minzhu played in the water once, and said with a smile: "I can't imagine that a person with a cold face like my grandfather treats my grandmother so considerately, and I take a hot spring after climbing the mountain, which is really very comfortable." ”

Wan Chun said: "We are all blessed by the old lady, and those two vases of flowers are really worth it." ”

Xiu'er laughed, and saw the two of her playing in the pool, so she said, "Is the pool deep?" Watch your feet carefully and don't fall again. ”

Wanchun and Minzhu both asked her to come down and take a dip, but Xiu'er refused, only saying that she was very afraid of water, even if it was a hot spring, she didn't dare to touch it. The two forced her to refuse, so they let her sit and rest outside, and there was no need to wait here.

Xiu'er remembered that Wanchun's clothes were still wet, so she went out to find a hand warmer from the nun and steamed her clothes.

Minzhu was tired of swimming in the pool, so he sat on the stone steps in the pool to take a breath, and Wanchun was half sitting opposite, a snow-white neck and half of the snow chest were exposed on the water, and under the shaking of the waves, it was extremely tempting. Minzhu looked at her without blinking, Wanchun made her look embarrassed, and she was about to pick up a towel to cover her body, but she heard Minzhu sigh with great regret: "It's a pity, I didn't bring the tools to paint oil paintings today, if I do, I can draw you a picture of a beautiful woman bathing." ”

As soon as these words came out, Wan Chun was immediately frightened and covered her chest tightly, and swore not to answer her: "You little thing has also learned these indiscriminate things, you want to paint, although you paint, but I can't." ”

Min Zhu sighed, while teasing the water beads, and said: "You are really a layman, how many women are wearing clothes in so many foreign paintings?" Beauty should be expressed, I paint for you, it's your honor, you have evil thoughts and think my painting is immoral, but I don't know that I'm too lazy to paint for the laity. ”

Wan Chun saw that her jade body was reflected in the blue waves, which was also very good-looking, so she smiled and said: "I can't say you when it comes to crooked reasoning, but my ink painting is also good, why don't I paint one for you?" ”

I don't want Minzhu to agree calmly: "If you are willing to paint, I will naturally welcome it." ”

Wanchun sneered, and couldn't help but smack her: "How can a young girl who has not left the pavilion be so thick-skinned?" As she spoke, the person had already gone up to the pond bank, thought about it, or turned his head and continued, "What can I do if I draw you, you still have to tear it off when you get out of this door, otherwise how about letting others see it?" ”

Perhaps because she just came out of the soup pool, the water droplets hung on her body and did not fall, and at the moment when she turned her head, it was dripping down her forehead to her cheeks, taking advantage of the blood marks left by the scratches of the flower branches on the forehead, which became more and more vivid, just like the mountain elves mentioned in the book.

Min Joo secretly remembered this scene, such a beautiful scene, it would be a pity not to draw it. (To be continued.) )