Entered the hugging building, took off the robe, and wrapped the big blue cloth robe and hung the clogs, all the way out of the hall, came to a side of the marble masonry, next to the four gourd pattern water pillars, all twelve zhang in circumference, bathing in the steaming pool. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Although it is not yet spring, it is still in the precipitous time, but it is all outdoors, with only a hexagonal pavilion on it, and the robes and robes are very thin.

Fortunately, there is hot spring geothermal water in the pool, and when you are in it, you can't help but feel warm.

Bathe out. I saw the round-faced maidservant who was called Hanako by everyone, and the maid who was called Rimi who led me, and the two of them took a kimono with a twisted silk and a gray-green gourd-shaped embroidered pattern and changed with me. Outside, I wore a cotton robe with a top and bottom jacket, but it was not cold.

The door of the resting room is hung with a dark blue curtain, the two sides are lined with evergreen mustard grass, the road of the main hall is next to three hundred pairs of small cypress evergreen shrubs, the middle of the road is a wooden floor with a visible oil, and the stone steps on both sides are extremely extreme.

In the middle of the hall is a Sumeru bronze altar, and one side is four feet square around the curtain of the gourd family crest. The hall is quiet and lovely by the light smoke of incense and the fiery red lights.

The servants and maids in the courtyard seem to be very keen on work and labor, kneeling on the mat and the ground every day to wipe endlessly, the dedication to cleanliness stretches in every corner, everywhere is a sense of order, not to see a lazy and indoable person, but I faintly feel that I seem to be a little discordant.

It just so happened that on this day, Rimi and Hanako were lying on a big mat in the courtyard with two little guys and making kites.

I saw that my hands were itchy, so I tiptoed forward, took two lake pens from the flat luodian thin back octagonal color card, and two big dyes, and took a kite paper from the side of the red lacquer gold table, and figured out what to paint.

So he stared at her with slanted eyes, and made a foundation on the paper according to the appearance, and then made a floating color with a light red color, blurred layer by layer, scattered and thorough, blurred the posture, and then painted the texture of the character's attitude with a fine brush, and depicted the posture pattern. Seeing that a few people came over to see, they made up their minds and became more serious, and painted the silk and ink hair to make a gesture of interest, without any slackness.

A group of servants gathered around me to see me finish drawing the kite paper. Rimi couldn't help but say, "It's really interesting and exquisite." It's just how to tie it to the kite rack," after speaking, he hurriedly asked the little guy to get the bamboo strips to fix the shelf, and wrap the cotton thread, which was very happy.

"Oh, I still can't fly, how did I do it?" Rimi pursed her mouth and said to the little guy next to her, glancing at me with her eyes as if she was challenged.

I walked up and took the kite directly, changed the shape of the piece three times and twice, made a round arch and four corners, and re-wrapped the drawn kite paper, and then pulled the wires on both sides, dragged one side to burn fat, and gradually the heat dragged the kite like a lampshade and floated leisurely to the sky.

The tea maid, who had been watching from the side, only pursed her lips and smiled, suddenly said in a Japanese language, "Mr. painted very beautifully." Then he put down the set of overlapping utensils in his hand, moved the wind stove, and slowly started the fire with the spring water picked in a large glass bottle, Hanako hurriedly went over and took a puff fan and fanned it against the mouth of the wind stove, and Rimi still lay back and pasted the kite.

I took a closer look, there was a small coffee table of the same color next to the delicate peach wood stove, a small wind stove of Ming iron cast on the flat bottom, and a purple sand bowl for boiling water on it, the bowl and the lid were integrated, and the lid was like a lotus leaf. There is a set of small and delicate water buckets on the coffee table, tea ladles, tea scorns, tea cans, and tea pets, all of which are the texture of Luo Wei Xinfeng bamboo.

There is a dragon-patterned charcoal bucket on the side, which is not filled with animal charcoal commonly used in Xinyue and Beiming today, but pine branches, so there is a little smoke. When the water boiled, the tea maid opened the lid leisurely, scooped the cold spring water with a bamboo bucket with the side hand and added it again, and then opened it again, a total of three times, only then held the blue cloud green jade high-necked porcelain pot, unscrewed the lid and the porcelain ball, opened the tea can, put the tea leaves that smelled like a dragon well in it, tightened the lid, washed the tea, and then changed to a new pot, before putting the tea leaves in with a few cherry blossom willow leaves. Dip into the boiling water, point out more than a dozen, all in the pastel tea cup, and share it with everyone to taste.

The servant girls who tied kites over there also gathered for a while, and they tasted and commented, this one said, "Why don't you use that set of orchid bowls today, that one is more elegant", the one who said "The set of tea saucers with red sandalwood is the best with saucers", and the other said, "What kind of trick is this today, how to add cherry blossom wicker?" ”

The tea maid replied one by one with a smile, and while continuing to sift the tea, she took out the matcha powder and hit it on the side of the road with a slice of slices, while playing matcha, she smiled and hummed a Kyoto accent and said, "You hooves are getting more and more used to it, is my sister an employee of tea?" ”

Na Limei rubbed next to the maid who served the tea in the morning, and grinned, "Good sister, tell us what is this today's name?" ”

I saw that they were lively and cute, although they were still wary in their hearts, but they couldn't help but devote themselves to it, and tried to learn the same Kyoto accent as them, and said, "This is in our Xinyue, called 'Steaming Spring', the girl's tea-making skills are practiced very exquisitely, even in the big families of Xinyue, there are not many people with such good skills." ”

The tea maid had already increased the speed in her hand, but she was still skillful, and a matcha was beaten with milk, which was very lush, lubricating and mellow. She smiled at me while holding her hands in her hands, "Why is Mr. Xinyue a native of Xinyue?" After speaking, he straightened his hand, sifted the matcha together, poured it into a set of tea cups with celadon powder, and held a bowl to me, and said, "We have here, called 'vine flower leaves', which is passed down in Mr. Murasaki's book, how can it be secretly compatible with Xinyue brewing tea?" ”

I still snorted in my heart, and said in my heart, isn't your ancient book of Mr. Purple Shikibu also based on the classics of Xinyue. It's just that I've never been good at arguing with people, so I just secretly thought in my heart that I had to show them a few hands, so that those I hadn't seen before would have a new insight. Thinking of this, Shi Shiran raised the cup and drank it halfway, but when he wanted to praise his technique, he suddenly saw the faint note in the cup floating, and I looked at the woman serving tea, but she ignored me. I had to take advantage of the tea to secretly hide the note, and waited until no one prescribed it, only to see the horizontal and vertical Xinyue Chinese characters emerging on the paper, "Zishi three quarters of the West Corner Gate and three doors of the discussion"

I looked at the sky, and the sun was still not very uplifting, hanging diagonally on one side. After thinking about it in his heart, he crumpled the note into ashes.

At night, I still didn't intend to pay attention to the note, but I and Rimi Hanako and the two of them on the wooden couch on the cage, large and small, and then handed her the nine links made during the day to open the two of them to make a play, I knew in my heart that if Tokugawa himself wanted to do this, I should not take the liberty of connecting with others, although Prince Jing's life and death were like a big stone always pressed on my heart, but I could only calm and complacent.

In the next few days, there were still no figures, and I learned that we were living in a temple that had been destroyed by war, and that because of its remote location, Tokugawa had bought a private house. There are still two tablets enshrined in this place, although they are low-key and have little contact with the outside world, but the person enshrined is extraordinary, it is Tokugawa's eldest son and original wife. At that time, because General Yasuhide was jealous of the power in the hands of Tokugawa's wife and children, Tokugawa was like a tiger with wings, so he ordered Tokugawa to kill his wife and children, and Tokugawa actually did it. It's just that he always thinks that he has to be in love, and he has frequent hatred in his heart, so he worships here in private. Looking at it from this point of view, Tokugawa is not an ordinary person, etc., if he is a ninja, but he is also very.

After the lights are turned off, I often think about whether it is the New Year time of Xinyue Beiming, whether every household has cooked and prepared a banquet to entertain guests, and relatives and friends have gathered together, and whether Qin Qing is about to give birth, and whether the child is a man or a woman?

Thinking about it, then his thoughts turned to those old people, can General Xiong put aside his prejudices and agree to the marriage of Luo'er and Kong Lifei? Prince Ning's youngest son died young, and he just got married, and the red and white matters are together, I don't know what he thinks in his heart? Huang Chun, how will he design Prince Jing, and I, will I be able to see Prince Jing for the last time?

Just as I was thinking, a silver light and shadow swept by, straight towards the door, suddenly I turned sideways and made a punch, and when I touched my waist, I felt that the scimitar on my waist had already been disarmed on the way to come, and the short sword more than a foot long in front of me and the thickness of a finger flashed out of a jade flute, straight to my throat. I backhanded the blade to meet it, and she pierced my throat again from behind. I smelled her breath and noticed the comer slightly, so I dodged and whispered, "Rimi, don't play, what do you want to do, just say it." ”

She let out a slight sigh of relief, and I took the opportunity to swing to one side and turn on the light. I saw that the oil lamp was flickering, and Rimi was wearing the clothes of a Zhangcha woman, and her sideburns were scattered and standing in front of the bed. Unconvinced, he took the short knife into the jade flute, pouted and walked to the couch, and said to me, "How do you know it's me?" ”

I didn't look at her, I just said, "Do you know that there is an ancient saying in Xinyue, mountain people have their own tricks?" ”

She took off her robe, took the cotton gown I put on the pillow of the money python and draped it over her body, and whispered to the outside, "Sister come out, he found me." So saying, he took out another piece of dark purple brocade and handed it to me, on which were written in a gold-painted photograph, but it had to be moistened in water before the words could be seen.

When I saw the maid who was serving tea coming from outside, I called to her, "Fetch a basin of water and come in." ”

She didn't argue anything, just gently fetched water in. Several people dipped the brocade into the basin together, and a few lines of Japanese characters emerged one by one. The following is still the horizontal and vertical Chinese characters "Zi Shi three quarters, West Corner Gate, three gates at the meeting".

"What does this mean? Who wrote it? I asked them both.

"It's passed through the corner door outside, I don't know, the first two **** have also received it, but they were handed to you, and I don't know who wrote it." The tea maid said innocently.

I felt a little rough in my heart, and after thinking for a while, Fang said, "You two came here at night, I don't know if it's just to try my kung fu and pass on such a thing, right?" ”

As he spoke, a laugh came from the foyer outside, and the laughter was like a silver bell, which was a little creepy on this night.

A figure Shi Rao entered the door, dressed in the same ordinary retainer samurai uniform as I was, with a hood and a coat, and the black duck feathers were flicked into a thread and the black flowers floated on the coat, as if they were a night coat. Although this person is not amazing, but along the way, these maids who are like junior ninjas are full of fear in their eyes, and they have a sense of sight that makes me pay more attention to him.