Author: Dai Yunong

Not its county Shangheng Villa. On the fourth day of the fifth month, there was no wind and cicadas chirping.

Cai Ji lazily lay on the red lacquer bookcase, holding a homemade graphite pen in his right hand. The green Xiangfei bamboo paper is scattered and scattered, and the iced sour plum soup in the rhinoceros-patterned goose on the left hand side has not been touched. Wisps of ambergris are spat out from the gilt stilted bamboo incense burner, and the dappled sunlight from the rhombic panes cools the spacious foyer.

"Mr. Fu, there is a guest asking to see." Lily of the valley trotted all the way, holding the famous thorn in her hand, and her cheeks were crimson, perhaps from the sun.

"Oh......" Cai Ji took the famous thorn with his left hand, and started it warmly, and he didn't need to look at it to know who it was - using Khotanese mutton fat jade as a business card, as far as she knew, there was only one person who was so sassy: Lin Fei.

"Rare guests, I don't know what kind of wind blows Brother Zhengjie here, it's really brilliant." Cai Ji stood at the door of the living room and invited guests.

"Tomorrow is the fifth day, and naturally it will not be the twenty-four flower trade winds." Lin Fei held the pigeon cage in one hand and paced into the patio from outside the door, dignified and polite.

"Gillian has lost weight...... Lin Fei sighed first, "Asha is by your side, it is thinking about it, not thinking about tea and dinner." I have no choice but to send you to raise it together. ”

Lily of the valley was quite happy, Asha had always been fed by her, and it was naturally more interesting to have one more pigeon, so she bent down and took the golden ebony cage with both hands - even the pigeon food bowl was carved black pottery.

"Hmph. How many manly people are angry and red-faced; How many birds of the same forest are transformed into delphiniums. Speaking of which, Cai Jijiu occupies the magpie's nest. ”

"Where does this start, today is my first time here." Lin Fei looks so innocent and innocent.

Virtue! Cai Ji slandered his stomach and clasped his hands to his chest: "Don't say that the yang pattern engraved on the tile on the house is not 'Changle Weiyang'; you don't say that the silk pattern yarn I covered last night was not Shi Yiguang's own hand; you don't want to say that the picture of the lady next to the lamp in Changxin Palace was not repainted by Mao Yanshou for Wang Yan in order to get rid of his guilt; don't say that the bath bucket in the bedroom was not used by Zhao Hede - I can warn you." Shaft, you dare to follow Liu Biao's old tricks, beware of Er's dog's eyes! ”

"It's amazing, I never have a toe gold on me. Why didn't An Zhen mention the ancient sword hanging at your bedside to ward off evil spirits? Lin Fei smiled playfully.

"That scrap metal that's broken, blunt, and rusty, and it's too slow to even cut paper?"

"I really designed this three-entry room, you can guess the origin of this sword. It took a lot of effort to get it. ”

The three caves of the cunning rabbit, it is not uncommon for the Lin family to own real estate villas in Qingzhou.

Xuanyuan Sword? Zhanlu? Long Yuan...... Wait, the iron sword is not a bronze sword. Cai Ji had a round in his stomach, "There are many famous swords in ancient times, Cai Ji only knows that this sword is rough in workmanship and vulgar in decoration, and it is purely a slang thing in the market, and the pattern is just a thing of the former Han Dynasty." ”

"That's a good guess." Lin Fei smiled, and his eyes suddenly became ethereal: "It is the sword given by Empress Xu Pingjun to Emperor Xiaoxuan Liu Aiji, and it is also a token of the love between the two of them." ”

"It's a pity that Cinderella's ending is murder and a new love." Cai Ji sighed leisurely.

"Cinderella?" Lin Fei was puzzled.

"Oh, nothing. Having said so much, Lin Jun also invited in to serve tea. Cai Ji snorted and covered up the past.

Stepping into the living room, Cai Ji didn't squint, sat down directly on the cloisonné moire, and reached into his arms: "Last time, you asked to go under the pretext of studying snake venom types, and then you forgot about me, and now the dagger is back to you." ”

Lin Fei didn't answer: "You have good self-defense, even if you are rewarded for solving the case." ”

Cai Ji wrinkled his nose: "I asked the master about the big seal on the handle, and this one turned out to be the 'Mrs. Xu' used by Jing Ke to assassinate King Qin." The color head is not good, I don't want it. ”

Lin Fei scratched his head: "I have a handful of 'fish intestines' on my body, but I'm afraid that it will be more unlucky." ”

Cai Ji returned the sword, it was originally a false move, the other party was a big head, and he didn't take advantage of the bastard. Mrs. Xu tucked it into her sleeve and asked, "Nothing to do...... Sanqing Palace, Lin Jun is looking for Cai Ji today, what is the matter? ”

Lin Fei picked up the white porcelain teacup: "I'm here to perform the script tomorrow." ”

Cai Ji was surprised: "I wrote a script for a puppet opera. Could it be that Lin Jun is a scholar, and he is also good at fiddling with this good and cheap thing? ”

Lin Fei raised his right hand, revealing the heraldic of the wrench: "I am a thunderbolt puppeteer, excellent and a hundred operas, not to mention the acrobatics of the Wu dance, it is the illusion of Tianzhu Great Food, and I also know a little bit about it." ”

The black lines in Cai Ji's head have come down: This guy shouldn't be all the way with the black magic guide Zuo Ci, right? Coughed dryly, "E-mei, sort out the manuscript on the case by page number and send it over." He turned his head to Lin Fei and said, "I just finished the fourth act, and I will perform it tomorrow, no problem, don't skip words."

Lin Fei was full of praise: "The first three acts have been rehearsed, 'Water is full of Shu Mountain', everyone is waiting for your fourth act." Reach out and take the script and read it carefully.

"Hey, what are these Latin characters?"

Cai Ji was almost impressed: "Lin Jun knows Latin? ”

"The bookkeeper in my house was originally a Kunlun slave, and the Hebrew word is still difficult to fall down, but this line of words is plausible, what do these symbols mean?"

Cai Ji pulled the manuscript over and glanced at it, "Sorry, this is not a script, this line is Maxwell's relation, thermodynamics." ”

"Down?" Lin Fei got up and stood beside Cai Ji and pointed all the way down.

"Navier-Stokes Equations, Fluidics."

"Schrödinger's wave equation, quantum mechanics."

"E=m^2, mass-energy formula, theory of relativity."

……

Lin Fei pointed to "oxygen" and "hydrogen" again and asked: "I really haven't seen these words, dare to ask An Zhen, I don't know who created them?" ”

"The chemical equation of photosynthesis. Words, I remember it's Xu Shou. ”

"What about this picture of Fuxi Nuwa's serpentine tail?"

"Molecular structure diagram of the double helix of deoxyribonucleic acid." Cai Ji: The ancients were really strong, and they guessed the origin of life at once, although they were not in the middle of it, they were not far away.

Cai Ji, who suddenly realized that he was "playing the piano to the cow", hurriedly changed the topic: "I got it wrong, this is Cai Ji's unfinished manuscript of Gewu - Cai Ji wrote Shushan Zhenren as a bad person, Zhengjie won't be surprised, right?" ”

Lin Fei laughed at himself: "Where, whoever does my job, of course, there is no faith." ”

Cai Ji pouted: "Zhengjie read the script first and consider the confession." It's almost midday, so I'll treat you to a light meal. "Although it has been a long time since I came to the end of the Han Dynasty, Cai Ji, who is elegant and ironing, can't just open his mouth.

Shengdou Xiaomin has two meals a day, and as for the broad people, they can have a few meals if they want.

Two pairs of rosin red lacquer tableware were placed on the gluttonous food table and moved in, and it was Lin Fei's turn to be at a loss.

After cleaning his hands with the cicada-patterned double-eared bronze square, Lin Fei stood by and watched how Cai Ji ate with three pieces of knives, forks and spoons in bamboo sheaths to avoid embarrassment.

Cai Ji smiled elegantly. Not to mention anything else, there is no third part of the lacquered egg fried rice in the world-the pan she used for the fried rice was designed and drawn by herself.

Lin Fei Handan toddler followed Cai Ji's left fork and right knife, drawing gourds in the same way, not caring about "food without speaking", and kept asking questions about dishes between meals.

"Macaroni with minced meat", "Four fresh cabbage piers", "Wine-stuffed balls", "Home cooking, Lin Jun doesn't have to be polite".

Cai Ji likes to cook by himself, a gentleman cooks far away, and Allah is not a gentleman.

A toast to your health (for Shou), a toast to my health, and finally a toast to the peace of the world – lunch is finally over.

Lin Fei said goodbye, and Cai Ji took out a folding fan from his sleeve, which was regarded as a return gift.

Now the popular bamboo fan or reed fan, a water kitchen knife shape, and then there is Zhou Lang feather fan.

Lin Fei opened it with a "swish" and recited Cai Ji's handwritten poem in a magnetic bass voice.

"Remembering the plum down to Xizhou, folding the plum and sending it to the north of the river...... Good poetry. Lin Fei was sincerely amazed.

Cai Jiwu sulked to himself, he was originally going to ask the untitled poem of Li Shangyin, the king of medieval rhythms, but the search for the untitled seven laws of dry intestines was full of love poems, so he had to fill the hole with "Xizhou Song".

Lin Fei arched his hand: "The opera will be performed tomorrow, Cai Jun don't miss it, goodbye." ”

In the afternoon of the next day, the bird returned to the nest from exhaustion.

"Lily of the valley, take the seven sons of stationery and comb me a double-ring spirit snake bun." Cai Ji took a nap at the beginning, his starry eyes were hazy, and he looked up at the sunset at the corner of the eaves, and the swallows returned to their nests.

"Little lady, it's the first time since you wear men's clothes."

"Long-winded, eyebrows, stand up the rhombic glasses I made."

Lily of the valley holds a boxwood comb grate in one hand, and holds a hair in the other hand to put on makeup for Cai Ji, just like Gu Kaizhi's "Female History Atlas".

Dip your eyebrows slightly in water, moisten the foil of goldenrod rouge, and give Cai Ji's dimples "of" (red dots on the face, also known as "spoons").

Painting eyebrows and dotting lips, Cai Ji shook his long whip, and put the two fingers of his left hand between his lips and whistled, "Scarlet clouds, go out with me!" ”

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