The past is like a nightmare, still yesterday, Lu Fengping's eyes flashed with tears, and she wiped the moist corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, "There is a brother and a sister in the family, but now I don't know what happened?" Whether they still live on the south bank of Xihe Town. ”

Thinking of herself, Ji Yuluo's heart was sad for a while, and she felt a little more pity for Lu Fengping, and accompanied her for a while, and said: "Why don't you write a letter and let people take it to your hometown, if you are here, take them to the house, and there will be someone to talk to." ”

"Some time ago, I also mentioned this to Ye'er continuously, but Ye'er always kept pushing, saying that Feihuang Tengda would send someone to pick them up in the future."

"The Heavenly * Dynasty is heavy on martial arts, and my cousin is now proud." Ji Yuluo said again: "My cousin doesn't write it, but my aunt can quietly write it and let people send it, first see if they still live at their original address." ”

Lu Fengping's eyes lit up, and then they were gloomy, "I also went to private school when I was young, but I was born clumsy, not reading material, these years, it has been even more deserted, and I don't know how to write when I pick up a pen?" ”

Ji Yuluo raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she was sorry for Lu Fengping, and said: "Luo'er doesn't know much about writing, and her words are crooked, otherwise, she will write it for her aunt." ”

Lan'er continued: "What's so difficult about this, just find someone to write it for you." ”

Ji Yuluo was about to applaud, taking the opportunity to ask who in the house could write well, and by the way, to ask who had the expertise of imitating handwriting, but Lu Fengping sighed.

"I know you all mean well. If you find someone in the house to write on your behalf, I'm afraid that this matter won't be hidden overnight, and if you find someone who doesn't know the root cause to write it on your behalf, then you can't hide it from sending someone out. In this matter, let's do what Ye'er said! ”

I didn't hear anything from Lu Fengping, and when it was time for dinner, Ji Yuluo had no intention of accompanying Lu Fengping anymore and said goodbye.

Out of the door, Lu Fengping chased out, and Ji Yuluo, who was in the wind, shouted: "Luo'er! Later, the princess was still so rude, and you told her that you were a relative of our family. ”

Ji Xiangluo's bad temperament didn't even take Xiahou Ye and her mother-in-law seriously. The identity of the relatives is useless, but it is Lu Fengping's kindness.

"Luo'er has made a note!"

After passing through the Flying Fence Garden, it is time to rest. There were no dancers and musicians in the hall, and remembering that Bo Weng was a well-informed figure, Ji Yuluo picked it up.

The main hall is extremely clean, and the mats are placed in two rows in a straight line, as before.

Suddenly there was a rush from the inner room. "Teeth?"

Hearing Bo Weng's voice, Ji Yuluo walked quickly, in order not to let Bo Weng see her hands wrapped in yarn, she deliberately hid her hands in her sleeves.

Going around into the inner room, he saw Bo Weng sitting in front of him in a cotton robe, with a brazier beside him, the charcoal fire was very strong, he held a pen, and there was a spread of paper on several sides, and the ink on the paper was already halfway through. The inner room was filled with a faint scent of ink.

Smelling the fragrance, he put down his pen and got up to stand up, "How did the ancient girl think of being old and decaying here?" ”

"I want to come to ask for advice every day, but I'm afraid that I'll be tired of being in charge." Ji Yuluo was blessed, and the words she said made Bo Weng feel like drinking a glass of honey water.

He touched his beard and asked with a smile: "Your identity is no longer the time to enter the mansion, there must be something?" ”

"The big boss is really a clever man!"

Ji Yuluo gave another high hat to Bo Weng, and then said: "Ask the big boss about something, is there anyone in this mansion who is good at imitating handwriting?" ”

Boon was in a good mood. said unreservedly: "Mr. Bo Huan, who lives in the idler residence in the house, is an old friend, and his name is: Canghai Hermit." He is familiar with poetry and books, is talented, and is proficient in astronomy and geography. Even music, sometimes the old man has to ask him for advice, let alone imitate other people's handwriting. He was introduced to the government by old age. ”

Ji Yuluo really couldn't imagine that the person who imitated handwriting was such a master, and she thought that she was a charlatan-level figure.

Bo Weng frowned, and said: "I don't know if he has lived in the mountains for a long time, maybe he is too arrogant." Or maybe it's incompatible with adults, and it hasn't been reused by adults. ”

Recalling the thin black man who followed behind Xiahou Ye, Ji Yuluo smiled bitterly and said, "There are many talented people around adults, so it's no wonder that they can't be appreciated for a while. ”

Bo Weng sighed, "I heard that there is a new person named Gao Xuan next to my lord, I have heard of that person, he is a guest from all over the world, both civil and military, erudite and talented, and he is a capable person. ”

Hearing that Gao Xuan was so capable and so famous, Ji Yuluo raised her eyebrows lightly, "How can these capable people take refuge in adults?" ”

Bo Weng stroked his beard, his eyes were full of admiration, "Filial piety is the first of all kinds, the reputation of adult filial piety is far and wide, and all the people of heaven and man come to vote for it." ”

"But haven't you heard about it? The adult's father, the former Taiwei, was guillotined by the adult's own hands. Blood is thicker than water, that's his biological father! ”

"Good and evil have not been separated since ancient times, and righteousness is even more commendable!"

In this way, there is nothing to say, the truth is only known to a few people, and Ji Yuluo can't explain it, leaving a sigh, saying goodbye with a wry smile, and leaving the Flying Fence Garden.

When she came back, she was not there, she should have gone to serve dinner, Ji Yuluo took out the bloodstained pink dress and walked to the courtyard.

Hearing that there were no footsteps within a radius of ten meters, he smashed the dress with his palm......

In the early morning of the next day, Ji Yuluo finished breakfast, held a bamboo flute in her hand, and went out alone without taking her mother-in-law.

In the bleak winter, the drizzle, the weeds in the courtyard of the idler's house in a secluded corner of the house are grown, and the branches are hung with beads, which has a barren and depressed beauty.

The door of one of the three tiled houses hidden in the branches was wide open, an old one was several horizontal in front of the door, there were two dishes of side dishes, a pot of wine, a coarse gray cotton robe, and the gray-haired old man sat elegantly on the cloth cushion, and a piece of white jade three inches long and two inches wide rested on a few sides, and he pressed lightly with his left hand to pour himself a drink to the door.

The coarse cloth is simple and can hardly hide his delicate and Confucian style, fluttering the taste of a master outside the world, behind him, in the middle of the inside, there are many gold and silver jewelry.

A beautiful woman in a pink dress and a black cloak suddenly appeared on the wet path. The woman was gorgeously dressed and beautiful like a celestial, and his quiet eyes lit up, and he still drank alone, proud of her.

There are very few people in the courtyard, except for the people who come to clean and deliver every meal, of course.

The old man was about fifty years old, with gray hair, dressed as a scribe, and lived in an idler's house.

This Bo Huan is full of wealth, but he has a proud face, of course, he is not pleasing in front of Xiahou Ye.

"Mr. is really Yaxing, drink to the air in the morning!"

The beautiful voice seems to be made by the sound of the piano, like the queen of the birds singing, which caused Bo Huan to grin slightly, "I had a dream yesterday, I dreamed that a fairy in the East went down to the earth, and I really saw it." ”

Ji Yuluo burst out laughing, and then flattered Bo Huan with the paper bag in her hand, "This is the cloud tea from Mr.'s hometown!" (To be continued.) )