The old man turned around slowly, the person in front of him was dressed in tatters, his hair was very messy, and there were blood stains on the corners of his clothes, but it was not Wen Xian'an's, but Gu Hanjing's, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he disappeared immediately, and said faintly: "Miss Wen, you are late, according to the agreement, I can't take you as an apprentice." ”

Knowing the result, Wen Xian'an's eyes still flashed a trace of loss, fleeting, and then said apologetically: "Crane senior, the junior didn't pick the medicinal materials you said, so you looked forward to it in vain, I'm very sorry." ”

The old man didn't say anything, but pointed to her clothes and asked, "You have medicine on you." ”

Pinched the corners of his clothes, Wen Xian'an nodded crampedly.

Seeming to be a little surprised by Wen Xian'an's state, the old man continued to ask, "Although you missed this opportunity, don't you want to try it a second time?" ”

Wen Xian'an's eyes lit up, then he shook his head, and said slowly: "Although it is my regret that I can't worship the old-timers as apprentices, but the rules are the rules, if everything has countless opportunities to try, then it will lose its original meaning. ”

Wen Xian'an bowed slightly, stroked his sleeves, and then left.

Looking at the back that was gradually moving away, his intuition told him that this little girl was not simple, and the old man touched his beard thoughtfully.

Prime Minister's Office.

As soon as Wen Xian'an stepped into the courtyard, he saw Qingling rushing over, looking at the tattered Wen Xian'an's body and the bloodstains on his clothes, he panicked, and said anxiously: "Miss, are you injured, let Qingling take a look." ”

Wen Xian'an smiled, pressed her light arm, turned around lightly in front of her, smiled lightly, and said, "Don't worry, you see, I'm not fine." ”

Qingling breathed a sigh of relief, the worry in his eyes still did not subside, and said faintly: "Miss, I didn't return overnight, the slave maid wanted to report to the master, but then I remembered the lady's instructions, so I didn't move for a long time, but fortunately, the young lady came back." ”

Looking at the light and dark circles under his eyes, Wen Xian'an frowned, a little distressed, and said, "Don't stand, come into the house and rest." ”

Back in the house, Wen Xian'an finished bathing, changed into clean clothes, and her black hair was scattered behind her head, Wen Xian'an opened her arms, stretched her waist, leaned against the window, and stopped.

Outside the window, the sun is like fire, the unknown insects chirp, shouting one after another on the branches, and the flowers in the yard are extremely delicate, purple and red, competing to open.

The fish surfaced, spitting bubbles, and two small water lilies bloomed in the pool, pink petals, yellow stamens, and a few fish hid under the petals, as if to enjoy the shade.

A breeze blew and gently spread on Wen Xian'an's face, and then gently dispersed.

Qingling walked in with a bowl of black, unknown food, and said in wonder, "Miss, look at the fish in this pool, why are they jumping out one by one." ”

Wen Xian'an's eyes drifted to the pond, and a golden fish jumped up from the water, its golden scales shining under the sun.

There was a "snap", only to see that the fish did not fall into the water, but crossed the pond and landed on the moss stone slab, the fish board moved, the golden scales were scattered all over the ground, and the mouth squirmed slightly.

Wen Xian'an's expression tightened, his eyes lowered slightly, and he walked out of the yard with a half-sound.

"Miss, it's sunny outside."

Walking to the edge of the pond, Wen Xian'an squatted down, picked up the fish on the ground with both hands, and gently put it back into the pond, the fish touched the water, wagged its tail, and swam away quickly.

A shadow was hidden above her head, Wen Xian'an raised his head, held an umbrella lightly, and stood beside her, Wen Xian'an pursed his lips and smiled, and said softly: "It looks like it's going to rain." ”

Qingling frowned, raised his eyes to look at the sky, there was no trace of dark clouds, and the sun was still hanging in the air, and asked puzzledly: "Miss, this day is fine, there is no sign of rain." ”

Wen Xian'an sneered, turned to look at Qingling, stretched out his finger and pointed at the fish in the pool, and explained: "This fish surfaced because the oxygen in the water is insufficient, and before the rainy season comes, the air pressure will be low, and the water will lack oxygen, so the fish will jump out of the water." ”

Qingling scratched his head, looking at Wen Xian'an as if he didn't understand, showing a confused state.

Wen Xian'an entered the room, a pot of soup on the table, containing a circle of black things, sprinkled with sesame seeds, wrapped in ice cubes around it, reaching out and gently touching the outer arm, a cold tingling sensation penetrated the tips of the fingers, people couldn't help but shiver, frowned, and asked, "What is this, why have I never seen it?" ”

Qingling put down the umbrella in his hand, picked up the silver spoon on the side, and cut the black solid into small pieces, the juice inside overflowed, and a sweet smell dispersed, impacting Wen Xian'an's taste buds.

"Miss, this is a new dessert made in the back kitchen, to relieve the heat."

Wen Xian'an stared at the ice cube and looked out of his mind, the ice cube manufacturing process is cumbersome, and generally only the lady in the palace and members of the royal family can use it, I don't know why, how can she use the ice cube if she thinks about it for a long time, and then asks: "Who sent this ice cube?" ”

"I heard that the emperor rewarded the master, but it wasn't much, so I simply made desserts."

Although I wondered, this dessert looked really attractive, Wen Xian'an scooped it up with a spoon and gently sent it into his mouth, soft and glutinous, but also elastic, a cold and cold touch, wandering back and forth in the mouth, the taste was really good.

Wen Xian'an's eyes showed a fine light, and he couldn't help but take another bite, in the hot summer, eat another bite of cold dessert, this life is simply not too good.

Finding a comfortable position, Wen Xian lay on the soft collapse, supporting his forehead with his right hand, holding a fan in his left hand, and shaking it gently.

Wearing a white tulle skirt, half-rolled sleeves, revealing a small white arm, one leg slightly curled, on the other leg, half sideways, a plain face, a pair of eyebrows, lips are red without dots, without any powder, this person is like a flower, hair hangs down on both shoulders, covering a small half of his face.

Wen Xian'an half-squinted his eyes, pricked up his ears, quietly listened to the wind outside the window, the window was ajar, the incense burner placed in front of him rose wisps of green smoke, a breeze blew, blowing the white yarn in front of him, the wind chimes hanging under the eaves, swaying slightly, colliding with each other, clanging and ringing, giving people a picture of the quiet years.

In the evening, a cool breeze hit, Wen Xian'an couldn't help but tremble slightly, propped himself up with his hands, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked around, the room was dark.