Xiuzhen stepped into the courtyard gate, and the blood-red inner wall showed the desolation of the ancient rhyme, which seemed to be a little terrifying.

The white jade steps are full of scattered cracked quartz, but there is a dry well in the pavilion, which is covered with charms, and it is almost the entire pavilion in a patchwork manner, which is shocking.

The lifeless flowers and plants around seem to be mourning for thousands of years.

When Xiuzhen saw this, she didn't want to go inside.

Entering the house, the room is cold and broken, cool but not cold, the hollow flower carving in front of the eyes is antique, leaving the charm of the ancient millennium, the room is full of the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, pungent very, jumping over the screen, there is only one woman who covers this strict and solid women's boudoir bed, not far from the bronze mirror of the wooden dresser is still shiny, as if it has just been wiped.

Looking at the figure behind the curtain, it seems to be weak and can't help the wind, and there are moans from time to time in the curtain tent, which is very painful.

Xiuzhen only really understands when she arrives here.

I couldn't help asking: "Can Mrs. Zheng seek medical treatment?" ”

The two servants behind the master gave Xiuzhen a look and told her not to mention the doctor again.

Zheng Lao glanced at the servant with a smile, and said with a smile: "How can a doctor cure this disease, if it is feasible, it will be possible to cure his disease as soon as possible." ”

Xiuzhen thought to herself: "It turns out that this old man is more sincere in believing in medicine than in medicine, and it is because of this that he has made extensive friends with his granddaughter to see a doctor." ”

Zheng Lao said: "This is the old granddaughter, who can't get up because of illness, please forgive me." ”

Through the curtain, it seems that even the chest can't bear the load of this delicate voice: "The little girl has seen the female crown." ”

Xiuzhen glanced at the delicate woman who coughed non-stop on the bed, and asked Zheng Lao: "Mrs. Zheng's granddaughter is sick late at night, and it seems to be good during the day, but now, even during the day, is it serious?" ”

Zheng Lao was surprised: "Yes, yes, after the granddaughter fell into the well, she became like this, and it was useless to see the doctor and catch the medicine, and then invited a doctor to set up a formation for him, and it got better, but now the Taoist priest does not know where to go, and the granddaughter is seriously ill, and then he invited a lot of mages and Taoists, and it is not good to treat it, and it is getting worse and worse." ”

Xiuzhen asked, "May I ask the princess, can the little girl reach the age of marriage?" Why did you fall into the well? ”

Zheng Lao sighed and said: "Hey~ granddaughter Zheng Fang Yongnian Fang is twenty-three, she has already reached the marriage match, and she has no good match, but she stumbled in the middle of the night and fell into the well." ”

Xiuzhen comforted with what she had learned: "Zheng Taigong doesn't have to worry, blessings are the cause of disasters, and disasters are the root of blessings; Who knows the ultimate standard? Good will turn into evil, good will turn into evil, and her confusion has been around for a long time. ”

Old Zheng twisted his beard with his hand: "The female crown said that the little girl has a heart disease, and the blessing is divided into the source of disaster?" ”

"Exactly."

Zheng Lao said: "I had one a few years ago, but I broke it up, is it ——? ”

The coughing sound behind the curtain disappeared, and the crying became louder and louder.

Xiuzhen's voice became smaller, and she tilted her head and said: "Taigong, there is no need for Xiuzhen to say, you should also understand the reason for your illness." ”

Zheng Lao frowned: "You go to the Ten Miles Township and invite that kid from the Yu family to me, if you don't come, tie me up." ”

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"Ink Man. In the second volume of "Dao", the female sick family is worried. Female sorrow is nothing more than love, and female beauty is nothing more than love. Love is beautiful, or hurts parents. Mo Xia intends to accept hardship, relieve grace, parents also have it, and the family is the way, and there is another solution to see through the red dust.

Xiuzhen solves the problem, and this article means that the Zheng family's illness is also solved.

Zheng Lao said: "Can the female crown stay in the evening to eat fast?" ”

Xiuzhen was afraid and thought about it for a while, and said as soon as she opened her mouth: "That small way is better to be respectful than to obey fate." ”

Gong Jin said to a servant: "The old man's tea is ready." ”

Old Zheng raised his hand and invited Xiuzhen to go.

"Inside, please!"

Out of the boudoir, walk more than a dozen steps to the tea house.

As soon as Xiuzhen looked up, she saw a casual tea house, four big characters.

……

Xiuzhen came to the house, and looked at the low stool behind the chair, and there was a unique handwriting in the world.

Daily tour passengers

Drink clear spring tea quietly

Xiuzhen couldn't help but admire: "Good words, good artistic conception." ”

Xiuzhen thought to herself: "Presumably, this Zheng Lao used to be too, traveling around the world to find the heart of the Dao. Looking at the appearance and furnishings of this house, the savings in the house were all stranded and dispersed by this Zheng girl, and this emotional injury is really big. ”

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Old Zheng sat down in the chair and asked, "Haven't asked for the name of the female crown yet?" ”

Xiuzhen took a sip of tea and replied: "The poor road is Kunshan, Kunguan monk, Hu Xiuzhen." ”

Zheng Lao was surprised and asked, "Oh~?" Who are you Hu Yueru? ”

Xiuzhen was surprised and replied: "It's my teacher, how can I-Zheng Taigong know?" ”

Master Zheng lamented and said, "Hey~! To tell you the truth, I also saw it on the notice. ”

"Notice?"

"Yes, it's on the notice in the city, mourning! Condolences! ”

Xiuzhen felt bad, and hurriedly asked, "What does the notice say?" What's wrong with her? ”

Zheng Lao took the tea and stared: "Oh~ Don't you know yet?" ”

Xiuzhen put down the cup, got up and saluted: "Please also ask Mrs. Zheng to make it clear." ”

Zheng Lao sighed again and said: "Hey~ This Hu Yueru was killed by bandits, Bai Dao has passed away, and he has been buried on the spot by us." ”

Xiuzhen is like ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, five thunder empowerment, sad, sitting paralyzed on the ground, embroidery is more painful than this.

Xiuzhen was helped up by her subordinates and trembling body.

Xiuzhen's child's heart is undiminished, and he cried loudly at the moment~

Zheng Lao comforted: "The female crown, please mourn!" I once traveled around the world, met bandits on the way, and killed my wife, now I think about it——, hey~ It's all gone, her death has made me lonely for half a lifetime, but it has made me peaceful for a lifetime, and it is worth it. ”

"Does the master also exchange his life for the peace of my life, but how to alleviate this loneliness?!"

"Old man——。 old man"

"How's it going, have you been invited?"

"No, no, I heard that this Yuwen left home three years ago and hasn't come back."

"What?"

Xiuzhen thought as she swallowed: "Yuwen? How is he?! ”

When you embroider Zhen clean hair and dress up, one person comes to this boudoir, holding the famous wooden bird pattern tray, taking the tea cup, and a plate of mung bean cake on one side.

After Xiuzhen learned that it was Yuwen, she asked to enter the boudoir alone, and use herself as a guide to reduce the granddaughter of Master Zheng.

~Dangdang

"Who is it?"

"It's me, the trail this morning."

Said bitterly: "Come in!"

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Embroidered one-handed tray and pushed into the boudoir.

I saw Miss Zheng sitting on the dresser, brushing her oily ink hair, and combing it with a jade comb, but for some reason, her expression and demeanor were very different from before, and she evenly applied a light rouge to her face.

Xiuzhen waited quietly and didn't answer, standing outside the screen, looking through the gap in the screen, and only after the charming Miss Zheng drew her eyebrows and arranged the flowers did she start to speak.

Xiuzhen thought to herself: "This eldest lady is not even a maid, so withdrawn." ”

Miss Zheng is soft, with a light red green silk dress, fragrant and attractive, delicate peach blossom face, and upright and delicate facial features.

Seeing that Xiuzhen had nothing to pass by, he looked out of the door with expectant eyes, regardless of Xiuzhen's support, walked out of the door, and Xiuzhen also followed.

Miss Cheng strolled to the well.

The next people are cleaning up the spell paper here.

Miss Cheng sat on a stone bench not far away.

Brush the sleeve orchid and point to the table.

"You put it here!" ”

Xiuzhen places the tray on the stone table.

Someone ushered in and said, "Miss, it's windy and sand here, please go back to the house!" ”

Xiuzhen shook her sour arm and sprinkled the anger just now on this subordinate.

"This is the inner courtyard of the Zheng Mansion, why come to sha, besides, the sun is shining today, what is the wind, Miss has refused to see the light for a long time, you can't get rid of it, no wonder Miss doesn't like to use you." ”

"But this is what grandpa asked, let me wait and take a good look at the young lady."

Miss Zheng raised her sleeves to cover her mouth and coughed dryly: "Go down!" Go down, all of you. ”

The subordinates all looked at each other a few times and said, "Yes––." ”

Miss Zheng looked at the tray that Xiuzhen had put down, with a grudge on her face, pinched up a piece of mung bean pastry, took a sip, and coughed twice.

"Pour tea."

Xiuzhen couldn't help but pour her tea and said, "Doesn't Miss need a subordinate?" ”

Miss Zheng glanced at Xiuzhen's blue face and said, "Just with Miss Ben's beauty, you can make her submissive." ”

"Dust (Serving)! It seems that this Miss Zheng has been persecuted a lot, not only by her grandfather! Eighty percent are crazy, and there is no cure. ”

Xiuzhen glanced up at Miss Zheng and thought, "Those melancholy thoughts, didn't they all boil into dark circles in the end, and they dare to call themselves beautiful, cut." ”

The young lady said to herself while eating: "Love is like this tea, people are like this mung bean cake, a bite of cake - a sip of drink, if there is no drink but it is difficult to swallow, even if the entrance is smooth, sweet but not greasy, the entrance is polarized, a high-end dim sum in the throat, I also need to drink to swallow, because I am used to it." ”

Xiuzhen's words were swallowed by this sentence.

Xiuzhen thought to herself: "That Yuwen was pierced by ten thousand arrows when I left the view, seeing that he was so obsessed with longing, if he said it, I am afraid that he will jump into the well again." ”

Xiuzhen, who has no emotional experience at all, can only escape into the Dao Gate first, so that she can see through the red dust.

Xiuzhen said: "When you are happy, you have to think that this happiness is not eternal, but when you are in pain, you have to think that this pain is not eternal, and there is no pain." ”

Miss Zheng didn't seem to listen, and said to herself: "The beacon has been burning for months, can the love letter be worth 10,000 dollars?" ”

"But I'm still used to swallowing this mung bean cake dry, because of love."

"Alright! You say it's still going to be eaten, and you're dizzy. ”

Miss Zheng told Xiuzhen ~

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recall

Miss Cheng sat on the side and cried. "This damn maid, everyone who should have run has run, and the one who should come will come sooner or later!" ”

Yan Wen, who was staring uncertainly beside him, seemed to feel a little sad when he saw her crying like this.

Yu Wen said: "If the sky falls, as long as you stay by my side, I will fight for you!" ”

After speaking, he raised three fingers and swore to the sky.

"I swear to heaven with an inscription ......."

Miss Zheng hugged the inscription on the ground: "As long as you can be happy, I am willing to do anything." ”

Yu Wen said: "I would rather lose the world than you." ”

He poured half a bowl of burning knife wine into the firewood outside the door, and walked into the house alone with Miss Zheng in his arms.

Miss Zheng tied a piece of red silk on the right shoulder of the inscription~

"This is the ribbon that Zheng Er personally put on for me, who said that it is not worth the warriors of thousands of troops!" ”

After speaking, he waved his robe and left, stood at the door and said: "When I return from the war, I will marry you, and if I die in battle, you will remarry." ”

Strode out the door.

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The picture is back

Xiuzhen thought to herself: "It turns out that he doesn't hold a grudge against the old man, but she knows that Yu Wen went to the battlefield?!" ”

Miss Zheng hurriedly looked at Xiuzhen, anxiously grabbed Xiuzhen's hand and asked, "My grandfather, did my grandfather invite him?" Yes?? ”

Xiuzhen didn't break free and didn't answer, let her be nervous, because Xiuzhen didn't know how to answer her, she wanted to be influenced by Taoism, who would have thought that this Miss Zheng would not speak.

Xiuzhen just thought of a deception, but Miss Zheng preemptively broke it: "That's right! How could grandpa bring him, he would have died on the battlefield a long time ago. ”

Xiuzhen, who has never lied since she was a child, said: "He didn't die on the battlefield, he died!" At....... ”

"Where, how did you find out? Did you die in Kunguan? ”

Xiuzhen was stunned, but before she could react, Miss Zheng jumped into the well again, and Xiuzhen stepped forward and only grabbed a jade pendant on Miss's waist.

Plop knock~