The fire was burning in the stove, the hot oil crackling in the pot, and Yu Niang watched from Ling Xiao's side. This time, Ling Xiao saw that the splashing oil droplets didn't have much nervousness, and the ingredients and sauces were put in the pot in order, and quickly stir-fried, the aroma of the vegetables gradually overflowed, and the oil smoke was shrouded. I don't know the doorway

When did there be two more people, they were quietly looking at the smoke in front of the stove, one kept pointing, and the other kept stirring in the pot. A slight smile appeared at the corner of Lu Jingxing's mouth, but Lu Ci was purely to see the excitement, with a look of interest.

Soon a dish came out of the pot, and Lu Ci couldn't help but say two more words: "Don't say it, it's quite like that." ”

Ling Xiao looked at the door when he heard the sound, and what caught his eyes was one standing elegantly, while the other was very casual, like two door gods, one on each side. Lu Jingxing's smile did not fade, Ling Xiao turned his head to catch it in his eyes, and behind him was the background made by Qiu Yang, which set off this breathtaking smile, and Ling could see it

He lost his mind for a moment, and then said, "Are you two going to be door gods?" ”

"I, Lu Ci, never believe in ghosts and gods." Lu Ci said that he swore a good word.

"If your father hears this, it's time to talk about you again." Yu Niang glanced at Lu Ci and said. Lu Ci doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, it doesn't mean that other people don't believe in them either, and the Central Plains Kingdom attaches so much importance to Taoism, so he naturally cares about these ghosts and gods.

"I'm just making an analogy." Ling Xiao explained slightly embarrassed.

Lu Jingxing didn't care about this, and walked in: "This dish looks pretty good, I'll try it." Yu Niang handed a pair of chopsticks to Lu Jingxing, Ling Xiao watched Lu Jingxing put the dish in his mouth and chewed it with a slightly suspicious look, she was very worried that this time it was still the same unpalatable as last time.

"There is progress, you can taste it yourself." Lu Jingxing nodded.

Ling Xiao wanted to taste it herself, but seeing Lu Jingxing say this, she tasted it, and she herself felt that it was much better than what she did last time and when she was in the wooden house, although it was not as good as what Yu Niang did, but it was not too unpalatable, and she could swallow it.

"It's still a lot worse than what Yu Niang did." Ling Xiao said.

"Just do it a few more times, no rush." Yu Niang said.

"The smoke here is too big, you go out first, and I'll practice a few more." Ling Xiao began to get busy again.

At this time, she was sitting under a tree on the edge of Guilin, leaning against the trunk of the tree, looking up at the bright moon like a round mirror, the bright moonlight sprinkled all over Guilin, except for the chirping of crickets, as if there was no other sound, she felt

It's surprisingly quiet. The night breeze intentionally or unintentionally stirred the bouquet of flower branches in her eyes, and the bright moon seemed to be connected with this flower branch, the flower branches shook gently, and the bright moon seemed to move lightly. Ling Xiao looked at it, and couldn't help but chant a poem unconsciously: "The laurel tree has never grown branches, but the moon ring has a time when it is not round." ”

The night wind blows through the sleeves, and the sleeves want to go with the wind, but it can't be the master. Lu Jingxing stood not far behind her for a long time, she always looked at the bright moon, but Lu Jingxing always looked at his back. He didn't know why she always showed worry and sadness when no one was around, and he didn't know what she was going through

If she didn't want to say something, he wouldn't ask. He wanted to give her more care and love, but he was afraid that it would be too abrupt and would backfire, just because he knew that she had to be strong. From the first time he saw her in Jundu, he knew that her heart was not what she looked like on the outside, just by the sound of a worried piano.

After a long hesitation, he finally walked over. "What kind of poem did you just chant?" Ling Xiao turned her head in response, and saw that the figure in the moonlight was cold, and her eyes were looking at her without waves.

"Cheng Ramadan Walking Month", this poem has four sentences." Ling Xiao said, but did not say that there are two poems in this poem.

Lu Jingxing also sat down under a tree: "Come and listen." ”

"'How could the laurel tree not grow branches, but the moon wheel was not rounded?' If you teach the laurel tree to only take care of the long, who will make up for the moon wheel. This poem is from an ancient book, I forget where I saw it. Ling Xiao chanted the poem, but she couldn't tell the source, the poem of the Southern Song Dynasty, let her chant it here, since

However, it cannot be further said.

"Comparing Gui with the moon is both ingenious and a little more sorrowful." Lu Jingxing didn't think that this was a poem from another world, but he just felt that some of the books Ling Xiao had read were different, just like that qin song, he had read a lot of classics, and he still didn't know half of it, let alone its name.

"That's true." Ling Xiao said calmly, his eyes were still looking at the bright moon in the treetops, but the stars in the sky seemed to lose their brilliance and became dim when the moon was full.

The night was as quiet as water, and the two no longer spoke, just silently felt the night.

The first wisp of air that Ling Xiao smelled in the morning was the fragrance of cinnamon, and when he walked out of the door, he saw that the morning sun was revealing half of a fireball from the top of the distant mountain, and the light stained half of the sky red, which was very charming

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After another day of practice, Ling Xiao could already easily get on the horse, and he didn't need Lu Jingxing to follow, and he could also ride around the open space independently, but he couldn't ride too fast.

The afternoon sun was in full bloom, but the laurel forest was shady, and Ling Xiao and Yu Niang walked in it with a small bamboo basket, and they didn't feel the heat at all.

"Yu Niang, why do they pick so many osmanthus flowers at one time, and they don't use so much to make osmanthus cakes, right?" Ling Xiao looked not far away, and saw that there were wooden ladders under each tree, and there were people standing on the wooden ladders carefully picking flowers and branches, looking busy.

"They are making osmanthus wine, and at this time of year they will use osmanthus to make wine, and then bury the newly brewed wine in the ground, and after a few snowstorms in winter, it will become a good wine in the world next spring." Yu Niang explained as she walked.

"This is what Lu Jingxing likes?" Ling Xiao asked.

They stopped under a slightly lower tree, and reached out to pick the golden and full petals, and Yu Niang replied to Ling Xiao's words while picking: "The lord of the mansion rarely drinks alcohol, and most of this wine is sold to restaurants." ”

Ling Xiao listened to Yu Niang's words and realized that she had known Lu Jingxing for so long and had never seen him drink.

The cinnamon in the bamboo basket is gradually increasing, Yu Niang is ready to use these newly picked cinnamon to make osmanthus porridge, Ling Xiao has nothing to do, so she wants to learn.

"Gurgling, that's enough, let's go back. If you can't use it up, you can dry it and store it. In about half an hour, the bamboo basket was almost full, and Yu Niang saw that this was enough.

Ling Xiao still got up early every morning, went to the open space behind the Guilin Forest with Lu Jingxing to ride a horse, and in the afternoon was busy in the kitchen with Yu Niang, and when the night had already fallen after riding the horse in the evening, she would sit under the tree and play the flute, or look at the starry sky, and Lu Jingxing would always be not far behind her

After pausing for a moment, he finally walked to her and sat down not far from her, and now he listened to her flute, which was obviously played by different people, but both of them were worried at all. Two people of the same kind hide their own sadness and pain in their hearts, but they don't want each other to know.

Three days passed, and Ling Xiao and Lu Jingxing were in the house in the afternoon

Drinking tea, Lu Ci walked in with two jars of wine: "Mansion Master, this is the newly brewed osmanthus brewed this year." ”

"Is it so fast to make wine?" When Ling Xiao and Yu Niang picked cinnamon that day, she saw that they had just started picking, and in just two or three days, it had already been brewed, which couldn't help but shock her.

"This is the first time it has been picked and brewed, and it just came out today." Lu Jingxing explained.

"Would you like to drink a little?" Lu Ci said with a grin.

"I don't drink." Ling Xiao has never been exposed to this kind of distilled spirit, and she really doesn't like to drink, she used to have to touch wine for work, but now she can't touch it, so she doesn't want to touch it.

"Bring the hoe." Lu Jingxing said to Lu Ci.

"Okay." Lu Ci went out to find a hoe.

"Let's go, go with me to bury the wine." Lu Jingxing put down the teacup and said to Ling Xiao.

Lu Jingxing had just walked out of the courtyard with two jars of wine, Lu Ci came back with a hoe, and the three of them walked towards the depths of the laurel forest.

After about a cup of tea, Lu Jingxing carefully put the wine on the ground, took the hoe in Lu Ci's hand, and dug it up a little far from the root of the tree. The pit was not dug deep enough to be placed in the jar an inch lower, and then the lid was closed and the moist soil was re-covered.

"Won't you dig too shallow, so that it can be easily opened by others." What Ling Xiao knows is that whenever he buries wine, it is buried deeply, and the longer it passes, the more mellow it becomes.

"In this way, the snow water is easy to infiltrate, and it can be used after a winter, and the burial time should not be too long, so that the cinnamon fragrance is not easy to disperse." Lu Jingxing explained. Ling Xiao seemed to understand after hearing this, and nodded.

"This wine is the best wine in the world, you will know when you taste it." Lu Ci said that it was an expectation.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see where the violin is made." Lu Jingxing gave the hoe to Lu Ci and asked him to take it back. And Ling Xiao followed Lu Jingxing in the direction of the violin.

The workshop is spacious, with a faint scent of paulownia wood wafting through the air, and dozens of craftsmen are busy with their own work, which is different from modern times, when one craftsman had to complete the entire process. Ling Xiao observed the movements in the hands of the craftsmen as he walked.

Ling Xiao stopped at a craftsman who was installing the emblem and watched him carefully as he installed the emblem.

"The girl is interested in this?" The craftsman didn't look at Ling Xiao, his hands were still busy with his own business, thirteen piano emblems that had been made of jade, and six of them were now installed from the head to the tail.

"It's just the first time I saw the process of making a violin, and I was a little curious." Ling Xiao said. The role of the emblem is only to identify the position of the thirteen harmonic scales, but on the other hand, it also plays a good decorative role.

"Does that girl know what the thirteen emblems represent?" The craftsman was a warm-hearted man.

Ling Xiao only knew its function, what it represented she really didn't study in detail, when she was studying, it was originally squeezed out of time, and the meaning of these representations was directly skipped by her, and now when the person asked like this, she really couldn't answer: "Please also ask Mr. for advice." ”

"The thirteen emblems represent the thirteen months. The girl is humble and studious, not bad. The craftsman said.

Ling Xiao had doubts again: "Why is it thirteen months?" ”

"Twelve ordinary months, plus one leap month." Lu Jingxing said. This is a matter of common sense for the ancients, Ling Xiao didn't understand, and Lu Jingxing also felt very strange, and not only this time, it had been the case several times.

"It's me who is lonely and unheard." Ling Xiao was a little embarrassed.

"The qin communicates with the Tao, and the five strings also represent the five elements." Lu Jingxing said.

"Confucius once put forward the idea of governing the country with music, so it is normal that the qin has always been loved by people, it is not only that it can cultivate self-cultivation, but also for those who play the piano is the exchange between the heart and the qin." Ling Xiao expressed his understanding of the piano.

"It seems that the lord of the mansion has found a soulmate." As they spoke, the seventh emblem was installed.

"Yes. Let's go, let's look elsewhere. Lu Jingxing said.

They stopped and walked in the piano shop until they returned late.